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just fyi i updated RUSH

#things i have stopped caring about like 6 months ago #whoops #fuck ff.net #like srsly

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Why aren't you posting anymore?

Are you following my other BTR blog logie-jew? I've been posting a lot of graphics over there. As for writing, inspiration has not been striking. I'm sorry. I'll try my best. xx

#notahero-butaliar

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Anonymous asked for fluffy daddy Jagan which is something I don't usually do but uhh...yeah...here you go.

His baby wore a deep purple onesie adorned with silver rhinestones spelling out “I Love My Daddies” with matching colored socks and shiny leather shoes. There was no question about who had dressed her.

She shifted slightly in her sleep and Logan frowned when he noticed the bandana wrapped tightly around her small head. His hand immediately reached forward, careful not to wake her, to pull the bandana from her hair. 

“What are you doing?” James whisper-shouted from the doorway.

Bandana raised in hand, Logan turned around and scowled. His other hand rose to his lips, finger demanding silence when his husband rushed to his side, each step producing a jarring creak from the wooden floors of the nursery. Logan pushed James backward, deciding to have this conversation elsewhere in case they wake the baby. 

When the door finally crept shut behind them Logan feels the bandana ripped from his hand.

“Why did you pull it off?” James looks annoyed and angry, waiting for an answer from his equally frustrated husband.

“I’ve already told you. It’ll give her a –” 

“No, it won’t.” James countered.

“Oh, yes, it will. The article in last month’s Journal of Pediatrics. I cut it out and left it on your nightstand. Did you not read it?” Logan asked but it sounded anything like a question, already assuming the worst. “I even highlighted the basics. Is it so much for you to just –“

“Hey!” James’ eyes narrowed, offended at Logan’s doubt. He’s read every single thing Logan’s asked of him.  Even “What to Expect When You’re Expecting” when neither of them were technically expecting and more than half of the book did not really apply. He’s read every single overprotective misconstrued article Logan’s sent his way and, despite the medical journal language that most times had cartoonish birds and stars circle his head, he’s always managed to struggle through. So it was safe to say nothing he’s ever read spoke anything of bandanas.

“Headbands. Headbands induce headaches for babies. The article said nothing of bandanas.” James snapped.

“Same concept!” Logan shouted.

James frowned, already knowing he’s lost when Logan would not even humor his argument. He reasoned, weak and defeated. “Bandanas are cool.”

“Not for babies!”

“But…Bandana Baby…”

“James.” Logan sighed, “She’s not a superhero. She’s not your sidekick. She’s not a dress up doll you can change eight times a day. We’ve already talked about this.”

And they have. James has only very recently stopped shopping for frilly dresses, Logan deeming them inappropriate everyday attire. Something about the lace and itchiness and irritation and James stopped listening when Logan showed him the evidence. His heart broke in two applying zinc oxide cream to his baby’s rash.

But it’s a shame, a closet full of designer babywear she’ll outgrow before she’ll ever get the chance to wear. Logan was seriously limiting his options. He could only scour for so many cute onesies before all onesies were just onesies and their baby will likely end up in Suri’s Burn Book.

“She’s your daughter.” Logan reminds him. Guilt and disappointment crashes down on James.

“I just thought…” “Well you thought wrong.”

The words are a physical blow. James’ gaze drops to the ground. He shifts on his feet, shoulders slumped and Logan realizes he might have gone too far. He crosses the distance between them, grabs the bandana from James’ hand to tie loosely around James’ wrist. Logan laces their fingers together when he’s done, moves in close until they’re pressed together.

Logan sighs, heavy and thoughtful, “She’s too small. Fragile and scary and breakable and –“

“So maybe later?” James tries. “When she’s older?”

Logan laughs. He rests his head on James’ and nods. “Maybe later.”

James leans into him and smiles. Despite the mild annoyance, Logan was damn sexy when he went into Daddy mode. And he smelled fantastic. He smelled of James’ body wash, a scent uniquely Logan, a dash of hospital disinfectant and underneath it all just the slightest hint of Johnson & Johnson. James took a deep breath and breathed him in. His hands trailed mindlessly over Logan’s back and the sudden urge to pull Logan towards their bedroom overwhelmed him. He felt Logan smile against his shoulder, reading his mind, tongue running teasingly across his collarbone in one quick swipe.

“Bedroom?” James groaned.

Logan bit his lips, still smiling, and nodded.

Their escape was cut short. Baby Diamond-Mitchell chose that moment to wail loudly from the monitor in Logan’s pocket, the cry reverberating through the door behind them. Her fathers exchanged a quick glance of disappointment, displeasure quickly replaced with worry as they both hurried to their daughter’s side.

James bent over and picked up his baby girl, cooing and rocking her slightly. “Did we wake you up, Princess?”

Logan ran one hand in soothing circles on James’ back, looking over their shared bundle of joy in James’ arms.

Her gaze and hand falls on James’ wrist pullingpullingpulling until the purple bandana is in her grasp. She lets out a delighted laugh and hugs the bandana tight. James looks to Logan, grinning from ear to ear with pride. Logan rolls his eyes.

Try as he might to protect her, she is so her father’s daughter. James really didn't need reminding.

#jagan #drabble #there's like 10 other prompts before this back from january and i'm sorry sorry sorry #i'll get to them all #eventually #maybe #btw suri's burn book is an actual blog #a hilarious hilarious blog i recommend you check out

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工 ❤ ㄚ◯∪! Send this to 10 blogs that you love and you will never unfollow ♥ (didn't want to bother, just want to let you know that your blog is awesome)

Awww. :)

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Hey when are you going to update RUSH?

Hopefully by the end of this weekend. Thanks for reading! :)

#rosiedoll

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are you EVER going to update "A Fairytale Ending"? I'm dying over here!

Soon! I'll try to get it up by the end of the week. Hope you can make it until then. Haha.

#feedthesoulfashion

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Triangulation of Desire

Pairing: James/Logan/Camille Rating: M Summary: Logan and Camille are getting married but certainly not until they have some fun with the best man. 

#jagan #fanfic

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Pairing: Jagan/Kenlos Rating/Warnings: M, dub-con, May/December themes, violence, language, drug use

READ HERE

POSTER HERE

#jagan #kenlos #fanfic #I HAVE TOO MUCH TIME ON MY HANDS #;DFA;LJFAJFALFJ

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You are the fucking best author. Your Jagan stories are AMAZING. I wish I was as talented as you are. - Jessy

Whoa. You are way too kind. Thank you very much though. I always feel so inadequate compared to so many great Jagan writers out there. This is very much appreciated and motivating. Seriously, grinning right now. Thank you. You are like my new favorite person. Warm fuzzies all over! :)

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Pairing: Jagan/Kenlos Rating/Warnings: M dub-con, violence, language, drug use

AN: A few weeks ago logan-is-the-new-black asked for a mob story where Logan and Carlos are assassins and/or hookers who set out to kill mob bosses James and Kendall. So here we are. I've read a few Big Time Rush gang stories (which I've all enjoyed) where I've had to, at times, suppress laughter. Kendall, Carlos, James and Logan are all some of the whitest boys ever (yes, even Logan). The fact that they could be gang leaders has always baffled me, especially in Minnesota. But writing Big Time Rush and crime was too fun to pass up. I've added Griffin and transported the setting for hopefully a more realistic take. The idea of Griffin actually taking ownership of the boys has always intrigued me. There will be lots of crime and plenty of developing backstory. Griffin is a creep in this story. If you have any problems with Griffin's involvement with younger boys then I'd suggest you stop reading. I've taken several liberties altering the boys' ages for a more mature spin. Poster inspired by Red because I have wayy too much time on my hands. Feedback would be much appreciated.

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#jagan #kenlos #fanfic #WIP #rush

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Summary: Logan finds himself trapped in a fairytale torn between a prince and a knight.

Pairing: James/Logan, Kendall/Logan & others.

[Prologue] [1] [2] [3]

There was blood. So much blood. Logan didn’t know what to do as James laid bare across his arms.

“James, James stay with me.” Logan gently shook him. He ripped at the place where James’ shirt stained red, gritting his teeth as he pulled the arrow out. James hissed out in pain, groaning beneath Logan’s trembling hands. 

The trees ruffled in the distance and Kendall appeared with Camille and Carlos close behind.

“Logan?” His eyes settled on James, “What happened?”

“I-I-I don’t know. There was someone. That way.” Logan pointed. Kendall glanced back at James, brows furrowing, torn between James’ state of injury and chasing after the culprit. “Go! I’ll take care of him.”

Kendall nodded in appreciation before sprinting into the forest.

“James?” Carlos knelt down beside him, whimpering at the sight.

“Logan, what happened?” Camille gasped, eyes wide with fear. 

James’ eyes fluttered shut with each pained groan, slipping in and out of consciousness. Logan held him tight, hoisting him up with one hand as the other applied firm pressure to the bleeding.

“I-I-I don’t – I don’t know. He shoved me away and then….” Logan trembled with each word, barely breathing. He snapped his head towards Carlos, and then demanded in a rush, instinctive nature taking over. “Help me take carry him back to the tent.”

It was hard to see clearly through the darkness. The moon illuminated through tiny glimmers of shade. Kendall stopped in his track, listening for the telltale sign of another person. He closed his eyes, hands tightening around the sword at hand, focused on every small movement, every crackling of crushed leaves. He swung his sword with all his aim. It lodged against the tree stopping the dark figure in his path.

“Kendall. Impeccable aim, as always.” 

“Why did you do it? Who’s orders are you taking, huh?” Kendall’s voice rose with every word, anger bubbling over. 

“I didn’t mean to hurt him.” Dak sighed.

“Bullshit. We both know you’re the greatest assassin in the kingdom. You never miss your mark.” 

“Kendall. James wasn’t my target. The Prince, he-“ Dak trailed, shaking his head in bewilderment. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

Realization dawned on Kendall, “Logan? Who wants Logan dead?”

Dak hesitated for a brief moment, friendship and duty weighing on his mind. “I can’t say.” 

“Why?”

“You know the rules, Kendall.” Dak pulled at Kendall’s sword, throwing it back to the hands of the knight, turning to leave. 

“This isn’t over. I’ll kill you if anything happens to James.” Kendall spat, fully meaning every word.

Dak glanced over his shoulders, “I know.”

 James slipped into a feverish slumber. Logan sat by his side, eyes burning through his makeshift bandage as the blood seeped through. He’d sent Carlos and Camille to collect more water. James’ hand flew out to grab at Logan’s, murmuring incoherently as he shook.

Logan crouched over him; brushing away James’ wetted bangs as he squeezed back tightly against James’ hand. “Please be okay.”

 The tent flap flew open, Logan turned around to be greeted with the edge of Kendall’s sword inches from his neck.

“Who are you?” Kendall’s eyes narrowed. He stalked towards James and Logan moved under the sharp threat of the blade. “Why are you wanted dead?" 

“Kendall…I don’t- I don’t know.” Logan pleaded. “I wish I could explain-“

“Well, start.”

“Kendall, what are you doing?” Camille shrieked, jumping forwards in front of Logan. Her hands flew to both sides, impulsively shielding Logan with her frail body. Kendall stood his ground, eyes still burning through Logan.

“Kendall, what’s going on?” Carlos followed in, voice cracking in confusion.

“Logan here is not who he says he is. Tell me, what is your motive? If anything happens to James, I swear-”

Carlos shook his head wildly. “No. Kendall, you should have seen him. He saved James. He wouldn’t leave his side! Logan was hysterical. I had to calm him, Kendall. Me." 

“You don’t know what you’re doing. Kendall, just calm down.” Camille added.

Kendall studied Carlos, mulling over his words with hesitance. In the corner, James screamed in pain. Logan flew to his side, Kendall’s sword following his every movement.

“Hey, you’re okay.” Kendall’s anger and suspicion became the least of his worries as he worked frantically to calm James. “Camille, water.” Logan demanded.

Carlos dragged Kendall out of the tent, “Kendall, what’s going on?" 

“It was Dak. He is the one who shot James. Only that arrow was meant for Logan.”

“Logan? But why? Who would want Logan dead? How did James get hurt instead? Dak never misses his target!” Carlos recalled the assassin’s record.

“I have no idea. Logan is not to be trusted.”

Camille joined them then, carrying out blood soaked bandages Logan must have just changed. “Kendall, you have to trust Logan. He’s a good person.”

“Why should I trust you? You two are clearly together.”

“Actually, I’ve just met him. I barely know him myself, but has he done anything to not be trusted?”

“She’s right, Kendall.” Carlos added. “You held a sword to his neck and he didn’t hesitate to run to James’ side. He seems like a good guy to me.”

Camille smiled at Carlos in appreciation. He flushed red under her warm gaze. Kendall contemplated their words. “Tomorrow morning, we continue on to Palmwoods Village without you or Logan.”

“Kendall, you don’t understand-" 

“Someone wants him dead, Camille. Well intentioned or not, I will not let him jeopardize the prince’s safety like that again.”

“I bet the person who wants him dead is doing it because of James.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Kendall, I’m a seer. I see things. James, he needs Logan’s help. He’s fated to help James. They’re…” She struggled for the words. “Intertwined, if you will. Whoever wants Logan dead must want to see James fail at whatever it is he is trying to do. Can you think of anyone with a personal vendetta against the prince?”

Kendall thought of a few, namely Jett and Bitters.

“I don’t care. There’s something Logan isn’t telling us. You are not coming with.”

Camille was about to protest when Logan joined them. “You want answers? Here they are. I am not from here. I have friends, just like you. Exactly like you, actually. The same names, everything. I don’t know how I got here. The last thing I remember is reading a book, about this place, and feeling like I was falling. Camille saved me from drowning when I woke. I asked her to take me to the palace when we ran into you. Kendall, where I’m from, you’re my best friend. Carlos too. James, he’s...I’ve known him forever. I know it’s not the same but I can’t, I can’t let anything happen to him. Please, I just want to get home. Trust me or not, I wouldn’t lie to you. I just want to get home, Kendall.”

Logan sighed heavily, exasperated. The sinking feeling of the truth weighed in on him as he finally admitted the circumstances out loud. It took awhile before Kendall understood what Logan was saying. It took even longer to fully believe that Logan could be of a different world. Kendall shot off question after question. Carlos added his own. Logan answered each one. The sun began to rise when Kendall started to believe him.

“I just want to get home, Kendall. That’s all I want.”

Carlos shot up with a jolt, “There’s a magic fountain in the palace forest! That will probably help him, right Kendall?

Camille raised her eyebrows as if to tell Logan ‘I told you so’.

“We’ll help you get home. Figure out who wants you dead. But first we still need to reach Palmwoods Village. As long as you tend to James’ wounds, you can come with.” Kendall finally says.

“Oh, right! We still need to find our guy!” Carlos added brightly.

“Who?” Camille asked.

“A healer named Hortense.”

Logan blinked furiously, taken back. “Hortense?”

Kendall nodded.

“I’m Hortense.”

AN: I do not own Big Time Rush or, in any way, profit from this story. All creative rights to the characters belong to Scott Fellows and their original creator(s).

#AFE #fanfic #WIP #jagan #kogan

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Logan, scantily clad gives James a lap dance?

It took a lot of effort assembling bandanas into something wearable and well…sexy. Logan felt both frustration and embarrassment. Quite honestly, he felt downright stupid. And asking Kendall to help oil him up? Well, he nearly gave up right then. But the look on James’ face as he walked into their room, the way his breath hitched as Logan settled bit by bit into his lap, the heat of them against each other through the overwhelming friction Logan created by rotating his hips unrelentingly…that, well that made everything worth it. Teasingly, slowly, Logan whispered, “Happy Birthday, Bandana Man”

#100 words drabble #jagan #trying to go through the rest of the prompts tonight #might take awhile #sorry i suck and this is way late #probably sucks too #self degrading hashtagging woo #i had to give logan a reason to be giving lap dances bc i don't think logan would be really into random lap dances #he might #but i think it'd be awkward as hell #ew #cringecringecringe

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Jagan - directly after a car crash, the moment alone waiting for the abulance

When he wakes he’s lightheaded, suspended upside down in the thrown vehicle. Every movement welcomed new shards of glass digging into his skin. His first thought was whether James was okay. He strained his neck as far as the seatbelt would allow. One glance and panic began to set in. “No. No. No. No. No!” He cried. The adrenaline was dizzying. Without seeming to move, Logan was by James' side, pulling the unconscious boy from the wreckage. He held onto James as if his life depended on it. “Stay with me, James. Please. Please. Please.”

Sirens echoed in the distance.

#jagan #100 words drabble #anon #so i kind of really want to continue this? #stupid word limits #why do you guys only give me sad prompts for jagan? #i love jagan angst as much as the next person but gahhhhh damn #all the prompts in my inbox right now are either tragedy angst or vampire #seriously? #SERIOUSLY?

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Jagan? Done.

i just want to read something where like carlos and logan are seductive, vixen, assassin, hookers or something that seduce criminal men, then kill them.

and then like james and kendall are two of the most dangerous mob men in the world that fall in love with carlos and logan. 

#:P

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Prompt - Logan wakes up from the coma in your previous drabble.

“He’s doing much better.” The doctor patted his arm sympathetically, pulling the covers over both him and Logan. There was no use separating the two. For the first time, James' heart didn’t skip a beat. He clutched onto Logan and continued to wait. Sometime in the night he felt the bed stir, felt strong arms around his waist. James trembled on the adrenaline, rising to met Logan’s warm gaze. “How’ve you been?” Logan whispered. At that, James broke. Leave it to Logan to ask about James’ wellbeing at a time like this. “I've been dying,” He answered honestly, “without you.”

ALTERNATE VERSION

Logan stirred. James held his breath and continued waiting. 

Slowly, Logan opened his eyes, blinded by the searing light, blinking until he gained focus. His eyes settled on James'. 

James shook his head in disbelief, then clutched onto Logan as if he could disappear at any moment, and kissed him on the lips. He pulled away with a smile, looking questioningly into Logan’s eyes, trying and failing to read the thoughts that were forming.

He waited for the familiar warmth. He waited for the missing affection.

It never came. Logan pulled away slightly, confusion pooled his eyes.

“Who are you?”

#100 words drabble #missfenway #omg hi #i think you're awesome #:) #two versions because i couldn't decide #hope it's okay

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yes please post the other 100 word drabble for the one-sided Jagan one :)

Their chemistry was undeniable. The way they fit together like two puzzle pieces, two halves of a whole. No matter how hard he tried, Logan never looked at him with the same sense of fondness, the same sense of warmth. Those soft gazes were only reserved for Kendall. The most genuine of laughter never rang out for James. Logan approached him with caution, eyes filled to the brim with pity and annoyance, as if James’ feelings were sprawled across his forehead, as if James’ heart breaking into a thousand pieces was nothing but a guilty burden to the golden couple.

#jagan #100 words drabble #oh god this hurts #anon #i sincerely apologize for spamming the jagan tag with my shitty drabbles

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Kogan- Kendall is forced to turn Logan into a vampire. GO!

Kendall’s eyes grew dark against his pale skin. He pinned Logan by the shoulders, licking at his sharp fangs.

“I’m sorry I have to do this.” 

Logan whimpered beneath his hold.

His teeth latch against Logan’s neck and both boys bubble over with laughter.

“Cut!” Kendall yelled.

Logan wiped tears of laughter from his eyes, “I can’t.”

“What now?” The music director asked, exasperated.

“We can’t do this! It’s really weird!” Kendall shouted, “Griffin, what does this have anything to do with Elevate?”

“Vampires are in. Research shows homo-erotic subtext is cool. Have none of you seen True Blood?”

#100 words drabble #anon #wait #does this work? #sorry i can't wait write real vampires #because well....seriously