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magewritesstories · 1 year

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hi there !! i was wondering if you can do either a one-shot or an imagine with logan from big time rush ?

Of course, I'm sorry it took me so long to answer the request, I hope you like it!

[ Logan Mitchell ] Bookshop Boy

He’d been visiting the same bookshop for the last couple of weeks. The first one to notice that he was going to a bookshop on the other side of the city, instead of going to the one near Palmwoods was Kendall.

It had become routine by now, every Wednesday and Saturday, right after recording, Logan would go straight to this mysterious new bookshop that had opened up. His friends had ignored it, but it was starting to get on their nerves, now it was always, “Sorry, I’m going to the bookstore,” and “Nah, I wanna go check out this new book,” Of course the boys knew their friend was a nerd, but this was starting to get a lil’ excessive.

So, they did what they do best; a sting operation. Kendall, James, Carlos and Kaiti followed Logan all the way to the other side of town.

They all got out on the last busstop, it was a few steps away from their destination; Books & Beans. The store wasn’t something extremely fancy, it definitely didn’t measure up to the bookshop near Palmwoods. It was a small shop, only one story tall, there was a small café attached to it with blue chairs on the terrace. There was ivy climbing up the walls, and small pink roses were planted in planter boxes under the windows. It was quaint.

The boys quickly followed their friend into the store, watching him browse through books, picking some out, reading the cover. No suspicious activity. Yet…

You were sitting at the counter, an iced macchiato in hand. The end of the year was nearing and you were nowhere near your reading goal, so you were trying to squeeze in as many books as you could in the time slots where there weren’t many customers.

Although, it was hard to concentrate on you book at the moment. A cute boy was walking around the shop, trying to find a book. You’d seen him before, sometimes even made small talk with him as he waited for his coffee, but you didn’t know his name.

You watched as he frowned, clearly he couldn’t find what he was looking for. Was this a perfect opportunity to go talk to him, get to know him, and maybe even get his number? Yes. Were you also a nervous wreck incapable of speaking English whenever he smiled at you? Also yes.

You gathered the courage, puttnig down you drink and book, you walked up to him. “Hello, can I help you?” He turned around quickly, nearly dropping his book because of the action. “Uh, yeah I, uhm, I was looking for a book,” He looked at the shelf in front of him, “I thought it would be here but I can’t find it.” You looked at the list of books in his hand. “Oh, I could check if we have it in stock?” “That would be great.”

You walked back to the counter, leaning into your chair, typing in th name of the book. “Oh, is that Little Women?” You looked up, he was looking at the book on the counter, the one you’d been reading just a few minutes ago. “Yeah, I’m trying to reach my yearly reading goal before New Years,” you shrugged, “It says here that we’re out of stock, I can place an order for you though?” He nodded gratefully, “That would be great, when do you think it’ll arrive?” You looked at the screen, it said that the book would be here next friday, but you didn’t work fridays, which meant that you wouldn’t be able to give him the book.

“It’ll be here next saturday,” you smiled, feeling pretty proud of yourself, “cool, I’ll come pick it up,” You handed him the receipt, “I’m fairly sure I’ll be here next saturday, but just in case.”

He thanked you, walking away towards the café before quickly making a U-turn. “So, is it a good book?” You look at him confused, “Little Women, is it a good book, it’s been on my TBR for a while,” he clarified, you smiled, “Oh, well I’m actually not a fast reader so I’m not that far, but maybe I’ll have it finished by Saturday and I can tell you then.” He smiled, “Well, I’ll see you Saturday,” he turned around, this time walking towards the café to get a coffee for real.

“What the hell man?”

Logan nearly jumped out of his skin as his friend popped up out of nowhere, wearing one of their infamous bush-hats. “What are you doing here?” He asked, completely dumbfounded, this bookshop was on the other side of the city, had he followed him all the way here? “We wanted to know where you were always disappearing off to,” James shrugged, sitting down at one of the tables, “So you decided to– wait, we?” Logan watched as his friends appeared out of seemingly nowhere one by one.

“You all followed me here?” Kendall shrugged, “You were acting weird, we wanted to know where you were going all the time,” Logan pinched the bridge of his nose, “And you thought the best way to do that was to follow me to the other side of Hollywood?” The group nodded their head ashamedly, in hindsight, maybe stalking their friend wasn’t the best idea.

“But seriously, why didn’t you ask for her number?” James asked, leaning iver the table, Logan gave him a questioning look, “When was I supposed to do that?” He asked crossing his arms, “When she said she wasn’t that far in the book, you could’ve giver her your number and told her to update you whenever something happened, duh” James replied in a matter-of-factly tone.

Logan thought back to the moment, that actually wouldn’t have been alf that bad.

He stood up confidently, “I’ll go give her my number now.” But Kaiti was quick to pull him back down, “You can’t do that now, you’ll seem stupid.” Logan sighed, “Then what am I supposed to do?” His friends thought for a second, “When you come to get the book next time, you can give her your number so that you can give her updates on your book,” Logan thought about Kendall’s suggestion, “But what if she’s already read it?” “Even better,” Kaiti said, “Then you can have a better conversation discussing your opinions.” Logan grinned, this was a great plan.

So as promised he was standing at the counter of Books & Beans, waiting for you to come back with his book. He watched nervously, what was he gonna do if you didn’t even like him. Had he read too much into the smile you’d given him every time he’d checked out?c Maybe you were just being polite, since it was your job… Curse James for giving him too much confidence…

“Here’s your book,” You said, handing him the hardcover. He grabbed it, his brain completely malfunctioning as you smiled at him expectantly. “So will that be cash or credit?” You asked, cocking you head slightly to the right.

He nodded, of course you wanted him to pay. “Credit,” he replied quickly. Damn you James, this definitely isn’t as easy as you’d said. He quickly paid, completely ready to give up and walk away.

“I, uuhh, I would prepare myself for chapter 30 if I were you…” You spoke up, Logan looked at you questioningly, “You’ve read this books,” He asks holding it up. You nodded, “Yep, I read it at the beginning of the year for my goal,” He smiled, “So what did you think of it?” He asks, leaning on the counter. “Well, it’s a great book, but it get sad towards the ending, which I really wasn’t prepared for, since I got the book as a gift.” “Well, thank you for the warning, I’ll tell you what I thinkg about it it,” He smiled at you, “Actually, i could give you my number, y’know live updates of my thoughts while I read the book.”

Now it was your turn to freeze, he wanted your number? “Uh, yeah, sure, I mean if you want to,” You quickly pulled you phone out of you bag. “Here you go,” You said, handing him your phone. He quickly typed his number into your phone. “Great I’ll uh, I’ll tell you about it.” You gave him a smile, taking back your phone. He walked away giving you one last smile and wave goodbye.

You watched him walk away, a pack of butterflies erupting at the pit of your stomach. You looked at your phone. Smiling at the newest addition to your contact list.

Logan Mitchell

You were definitely going to wait for his message all day.

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luvyersblud · 2 years

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big time crush: logan mitchell x reader

(gum wrapper hearts)

des.- in which you are the dumbest person he’s ever met and he can’t help but to fall in love with you

tags/warnings: fluff, ur really stupid, slowest burn to the point it doesn’t even burn

a/n: for my himbos, bimbos, thembos, and everything in between. they/them are intentional and used to describe the reader.

———

“No dude, I genuinely do not like them,” Logan groaned for the umpteenth time, burrowing his face into his hands. “You guys just don’t get it ‘cuz you’re stuck in trig! They’re genuinely so-I don’t even get how she’s in the same class as me!”

“It’s Hollywood, brains aren’t the biggest thing casters are worried about,” Kendall shrugged, tossing him an apple. James primped his hair before smiling.

“Yeah, just look at Carlos.”

“Rude!” Speak of the devil, as the helmet-bearer slid out from the yellow slide. “I’ll have you know I scored way higher than Logan once on a silence test.”

“Yeah, in like first grade?” Logan grinned, before shaking his head. “I can’t stand them guys! They literally asked me what a cosine was!”

“I don’t know what a cosine is,” James muttered.

“That’s not the point-Although that’s actually really sad for you. Either way, them sitting next to me is so obnoxious. They fix their hair every second, and they always wear these earrings that make so much noise when y/n moves their head, and they did their nails the other day and they’re so-“

“If you’re distracted by your nails, Logan, you probably have a crush on them,” James sighed. Logan simply took a bite of the apple that was aforementioned, rolling his eyes in frustration. “I don’t see the issue, why don’t you just take an hour off of math? We only need four hours a day.”

“No!” He immediately exclaimed, face heating up. He didn’t even know why he didn’t want to leave that class, but he knew he just couldn’t. Carlos gave Kendall and James a knowing look, Logan rolling his eyes and leaving to his room.

•••

“Oooh, let me guess, Virgo!” You beamed at Logan.

“Yes,” he sighed. “Let’s move on to part two-“

“You got this one wrong,” you pointed. “It’s not supposed to be an integer, the answer should be an algebraic equation.”

“For i n three x equals five?” Logan asked quizzically, confused how you even knew what algebra was from the emptiness going on in your head.

“Uhm, ya,” you chewed your gum. “Oh, want some gum by the way?” He waved a dismissive hand as you leaned over and sighed. “Do you not remember this or something? You have to expo-nen-shi-ate both sides. Uhm…Oh! That’s x equals three to the fifth power which is 243. So, the answer is C.”

“…Are you sure?” He asked, hiding his doubt as best as he could but you could tell his tone was dripping with some pity.

“Logan, I’m not that stupid. Call over Mr. Lee and see, I’m right!” He sighed, hesitating to raise his hand. There was absolutely no way you were correct, but if he could indulge you to avoid a ridiculous argument it would be better. And he didn’t want to see you upset, that would be worse for some reason he didn’t understand.

“Yes, Mitchell? What’s this?”

“Question 4, Lee,” you grinned, knowing you would prove him wrong.

“Oh, yes. You’re right, it is C. Do you need me to explain it?” You could tell Logan’s cheeks were heating up with a blush, and you tried to hide your smug smile while popping a bubble from your gum.

“No, I don’t think we need it. Thanks though!”

••••

You were minding your own business in the library, your favorite study environment. You didn’t understand anything, but you were having fun looking through books with ridiculous words and formulas that would never be of use to you. You knew very well that Logan thought you were, “dumb,” and you could care less. It was honestly amusing seeing how pressed he would get over your lack of knowledge on a subject, especially math.

You didn’t like or dislike him, it was just…A consistent relationship. That’s the best way you could describe it, so angry and tense but it flowed so well at the same time. Like a rushing current. You jumped at someone popping up behind you.

“How did you get that math problem right?!” Logan exclaimed, a leaf in his big hair. You rolled your eyes and flicked it out, snapping your gum in exaggerated annoyance.

“It’s just calc, Logan. Just ‘cuz I don’t know what an iso-iso-se, never mind, the names of all the triangles doesn’t mean I didn’t get into calc for a reason.”

“You didn’t know what a function was, y/n.” You giggled and shoved a book back into its home on the shelf.

“You’re so dumb for someone so smart. Bad bitches are good at history over math anyways.”

••••

“I think I like them, dude,” Logan said exasperatedly, James throwing his hands up in relief.

“Finally! You’ve been blowing the group chat everyday talking about how dumb their hair and nails look, criticizing every single detail of their outfit and yet you have put up every single gum wrapper heart they made you on your wall!” James gestures towards the collection, something Logan acquired over the semester, keeping every single one.

“It’s just polite!” Logan insisted. “They told me they kept my math notes in their favorite folder-Do you know how sweet that is?! What an idiot!” He groaned, shaking his head.

“I’ve never heard someone love so violently, Logan,” James sighed and combed his hair out. “Ask them out or something, just stop blowing up the group chat. I’m trying to watch Gilmore Girls, and you my friend, are not helping.”

“Shut up.”

••••

You sighed after arriving at your apartment, kicking off your shoes and flopping onto your bed. You grabbed your book bag to dig for 1984 to do your assigned reading, and as you yanked it out a silvery piece of paper flew with it.

It was a crude gum wrapper heart. It was uneven and folded quite badly and it looked like it’s been through a lot, but attached to it was a sticky note.

Thanks for the trash. Decided to show my gratitude.

You beamed, knowing exactly who it was. Logan. You quickly got to work with a pack of gum, grabbing the wrappers. Oh, you couldn’t wait to shove these in his bag.

And little did you know how happy he would be to find them.

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upsidedownwithsteve · 10 months

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Bad For Business: Level Ten

Steve Harrington x fem!reader [4K] An enemies to lovers AU. Join the team at the Upside Down Arcade, where the machines eat your quarters and the staff have some personal issues. Stay tuned for the Pick Your Own Adventure polls to progress in the story.

“Who’s Logan Duncan?”

You faltered, hands slipping over the buttons of Dig Dug as you looked over at Steve. The game beeped angrily at you as one of the tiny dragons took your last life. You frowned, annoyed, and tried to not let the embarrassment of Steve’s question show on your face.

You were the last two in the arcade, dealt another closing shift together because everyone else got the chance to reject Murray’s question first. Your name was pencilled in beside Steve’s on the staff schedule and due to recent events, it didn’t really bother you as much as it used to. You’d both spent the majority of closing playing on the machines, smirking at each other at every win and pointedly ignoring the bucket of soapy water you should’ve been using to clean the Icee stain that Dustin Henderson created over by Donkey Kong.

“Who?” You tried and failed to sound nonchalant.

Steve frowned too, holding up a piece of wrinkled paper that had a phone number scrawled on it, a name underneath with the instructions to ‘call me.’ You’d thought nothing of it when the stranger had slipped it to you across the desk that afternoon. The guy - Logan - had been nice enough, fairly handsome with short blonde hair and a nice smile who’d tried all afternoon to win enough tickets for his little sister.

But that didn’t matter.

“This guy,” Steve waved the slip of paper in front of you, scowling when you shoved another coin into the machine. Dig Dug started up again, beeping like it was arguing with him. “It fell out of your jacket when I was cleaning the office.”

You snorted, your eyes back on the screen even though you knew Steve was staring at you. “Nobody cleans the office, Steven.”

Steve ignored this, staring down at the note. The handwriting was much neater than his, he noticed. “So, are you gonna call him? This Logan guy, I’m guessing he wants a date, you gonna go?” He said the strangers name in an exaggerated drawl, like it was a ridiculous thing to be called.

“Are you jealous?” You asked, a smile starting at the corners of your mouth, lifting your lips too easily. Dig Dug was still playing, the digitised beeps filling the silence as you tore your gaze away from your tunnels to look at the boy.

Steve was pink and glaring, rosy cheeked as he scowled at you. He would’ve argued back immediately if it weren’t for the pit of his stomach turning over. He knew he was flushed, the tips of his ears no doubt red, but he felt fucking green. He’d been hooking up with you for the past month, nothing promised, nothing spoken about. Just the usual teasing and arguments broken up by frantic make out sessions in the back of his car, his fingers slipping under your skirt when you were both still fuzzy with sleep and early for a shift.

It had been a month of pulling at clothes, little patience had when it came to getting the other one as undressed as possible in a half hour lunch break. You lied easily to your friends, your parents, your co-workers, hardly feeling guilty as you snuck out your bedroom window and into the BMW that was parked half way down the street. The way Steve made you feel was too good to feel guilty over.

And that was becoming a problem.

“Jealous?” Steve repeated. “Me? No. No!”

He was cute when he floundered, you realised. Always handsome, but especially cute as he stared at you wide eyed and fidgeting, his hands - and Logan’s number - shoved into his pockets before he changed his mind and crossed his arms over his chest instead.

“Why would I need to be jealous? We’re not- we’re not like, dating or anything.” Steve swallowed hard, biting back the ‘are we?’ he wanted to add onto the end of his statement. “I’m just, you know, wondering.”

The arcade was quiet as you watched the boy struggle through his words, shyness biting at his cheeks, his skin cotton candy pink under the lights. Once again, Dig Dug died and the game beeped at you, the screen flashing brightly. Steve Harrington seemed determined to make you lose your high score, one way or another.

“No, I guess we’re not,” you mused, making a face that made Steve wonder what your game plan was. You looked too calm, less concerned about the conversation topic than the boy was. “I suppose I should call him then, huh?”

Steve’s frown returned, a deep thing that pinched his brows together and he wrinkled his nose in annoyance. Logan’s number had disappeared from his hold, and you wondered if it was a scrunched up ball in the depths of his jeans pocket. You turned away from the screen, leaning against the machine instead, the low lights of the arcade turning you both into shades of neon and shadows, inky where it wasn’t bright.

“He doesn’t look your type, princess.”

You grinned, unable to help yourself. For all the years of poking and pressing and teasing each other, a jealous Steve might just be your new favourite game. You pouted, all dramatic, doe eyed and pretty. “He doesn’t?” You brushed an imaginary piece of lint off of Steve’s chest, just for an excuse to touch him. “Tell me, what’s my type, Harrington?”

Steve was on you before you could stop yourself from grinning, your smile devoured by his lips, an angry kiss that was full of frustration. Steve missed you until you gave in, lips melting between his, a pretty push and pull that had enough fight behind it that it made him groan. You let him back you up against the side of Dig Dug, the buzz of the electronics inside making your skin fizz, Steve’s open mouthed kisses down your neck doing the same.

It’s why you’d started wearing dresses to work, skirts, all flowy and short, easily pulled up in the same way that Steve was doing now. His hands wandered easily, more than used to what you liked, what you wanted, how you felt against him. One hand was on the nape of your neck, keeping your mouth against his, the other trailing fire up your bare thigh. You were just as ready for it all, fingers fisting his hair, pulling him closer as if to prove some kind of point. Steve was pressed up against every inch of you, already half hard from the way you whined when he nipped at your bottom lip.

“Someone who can turn you on like this,” Steve finally answered, breathless as he was cocky. His fingers slipped under the cotton of your underwear, barely ghosting over your slit but you were wet enough that he moaned alongside you. “Shit, honey, already so needy, huh?” He tutted, all mock condescension, his nose nuzzling against your cheek as he grinned.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” you told him, but your breath was a little weak, wrecked by lust and you were still clinging onto Steve as he continued to tease two fingers over your folds.

Steve hummed, barely able to keep himself from laughing. It was a warm wash of hair over your neck, another kiss to your jaw. His fingers explored further, Steve cooing softly when you brought one foot up to press against Space Invaders, spreading yourself wider for him. Steve had you pressed between to arcade machines, hardly hidden, but far away enough from the one working camera above the cash register.

“You like it,” he reminded you, coaxing another pretty noise from your lips as he rubbed softly over your clit. It was a slow tease, something you both rarely had time for, but Steve seemed intent on proving himself today. “Don’t you? C’mon, princess, you’re usually so chatty for me. Don’t you wanna tell me how much you like it?”

You weren’t sure what Steve was referring to anymore, if he wanted to know that you liked it when he teased you, or if you liked what he was doing to your cunt, those slow, lazy circles on your clit that was making a mess of his hand.

You whined, impatient and bratty and not wanting to give in. So you curled a hand around Steve’s wrist instead, silently telling him he better not stop. But the boy tsked, a disapproving sound that still made your cunt clench down on nothing, and shit, maybe Steve could tell because he was smirking even wider than before.

“D’you think Logan could make you feel like this?” Steve cooed, voice dropping an octave, a raspy, warm thing that made you shiver. “Hmm? Think he could touch you this good? I make you come real hard, don’t I princess? Tell me.”

You were panting, eyebrows pinched together, body lazy against Steve’s as you trusted him to keep you upright. You knew the boy wanted an answer, wanted you to give in and beg and plead all pretty, doing everything he could to get your voice that breathy way he loved.

“You’re- you’re alright,” you tried to tease but you sounded pitchy and desperate, fingers scratching through Steve’s hair just to drop and cling to his shoulders instead.

Steve grinned when he kissed you, a bruising thing that was meant to make you back down but you licked your tongue over his with as much heat as he did. It wasn’t a secret Steve could make you come. Shit, he could make you come embarrassingly fast, his fingers and tongue well acquainted with every part of you now. His ego was far from bashed at your words, he knew what he did to you, ‘cause you did the same to him. Still, he frowned, a mocking pout on his lips as he tried to pretend you hurt his feelings. Instead, his cock jumped in his jeans, pressing against the denim and he tried his best not to rut against your thigh.

“Try again, honey.” Steve’s fingers fell away from your clit only to dip inside of you, two curled up just right, thick and stretching you out. His voice was sugar, syrup, sticky sweet and falling onto your skin. “C’mon, I know you wanna be good for me.”

And you did. But old habits die hard so you grinned and cupped Steve’s crotch, palming over the denim until you could wrap your fingers around the outline of his hard cock. You watched his eyes flash and his nostrils flare at your touch, hips jutting forward like he couldn’t help himself.

“I dunno - mmph - think I could be good for a guy who took me out.”

Steve’s mouth dropped, lips parting and eyes going a little hazy, both at your touch and his words. He leaned in, fingers slowing, a lazy drag in and out, hitting all the right spots and making you squirm. His forehead touched yours, breath fanning over your cheeks and you could smell his cologne, that expensive stuff that now clung to your pillowcases, the jacket you wore the night before when he had you pressed into the backseat of his car.

“Yeah?” Steve groaned, nose bumping yours, eyes fluttering shut ‘cause you were squeezing the hard length of him, smiling every time his cock twitched in your hold. Still, he didn’t make a move to undo his jeans, happy to let you tease him despite the way he thumbed over your clit. “You wanna go on a date w’me, princess?”

“I didn’t say that,” you panted, always wanting an argument. Your eyes fluttered closed, a fight to keep them open as Steve hooked his fingers and rubbed little circles inside of you. “So full of yourself, Harrington.”

Steve grinned, liking the bite, the fight, the bitchy, bratty side of you that kept him hard as a fucking rock. He kissed at your cheek, sweeter than you deserved. “I think you’ll find you’re full of me, sweetheart.”

You would’ve rolled your eyes, maybe even snarked back, but Steve sped up his movements and put more pressure on your clit, heat hooking in your stomach and windingwindingwinding.

“Want you inside me,” you said instead, a whimper clawing at your throat, your hands pulling at Steve’s jean button. “Like, right now.”

Steve let out a noise that was a mix between a moan and a whine; a needy, wrecked thing that only made you even more desperate for him. He’d had you every way bar that, had his fingers and mouth and tongue discovering every part of you, in the back of his car, in the staff room, the store cupboard, your bedroom when your parents left for the weekend.

But something always happened, time ticked too fast, condoms were lost from impatient fingers behind towers of boxes, police officers shone flashlights into windows and co-workers banged on locked doors. But now. Now…

“You’re - oh shit - you’re tryin’ to distract me from my point,” Steve argued weakly, his eyes closing as you shoved his jeans out of your way and pushed your hand into his boxers. He was hot and hard and leaking, finger barely able to wrap around the girth of him but he hissed at your touch. “We were having a discussion, princess - fuck me, do that again - about, ‘bout a date.”

You pulled the boy into you, pushing up to your toes, up against Steve, your free hand fisting the collar of his T-shirt until he took the hint and kissed you. Hands still played with the other, slow teases that faster and more precise the more your lips touched.

“Fuck me,” you whispered, a salacious plead that made your body flush with heat but Steve just threw his head back and let you nip at his throat.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he muttered, fingers slipping from your cunt, leaving wetness against your thigh as he grabbed at you, hitching your leg higher up his hip. He ground into you, pushing his cock further into your hand, crushing his hips into yours. Your dress slipped up, the pretty fabric bunching between you, showing off the wet patch on the front of your underwear and Steve swore down he blanked out, just for a second. “Tell me you wanna go on a date with me, honey. Admit it and I’ll give you whatever you fucking want.”

You weren’t ready to lose this game, this fight. Not yet. So you doubled down and let out a soft whine, a pretty, girlish sound that matched the way you looked up at Steve from beneath your lashes, doe eyed and lips parted, your mouth a pink, pouty thing from all his kisses. You felt his cock throb in your hand and you gave him a little squeeze before you spoke.

“Don’t you wanna fuck me?” You were whispering, still pressed between the arcade machines and up against Steve, both of you bathed in ultraviolet light. Dig Dug still beeped for attention, an incessant noise, but Steve’s choppy breaths were louder. “Because I want you to fuck me so bad, Steve. Please?”

He groaned, head ripping forward in defeat so you taste the sound on your lips, his teeth nipping at your jaw, your throat. He was losing it, losing the game, losing the fight, losing control. Steve rolled his hips into yours, nudged his nose at your cheek and waited until you met his gaze. His eyes were hooded, darker than ever, burnt caramel under thick lashes.

“Say ‘please’ again for me,” he murmured, lips brushing over yours, an almost kiss, but you could taste his words and they were spun sugar, they were dripping in sin. “Shit, princess, say ‘please’ again.”

So you smiled, saccharine sweet, pecking at Steve’s lips once, twice before you whispered, “please fuck me, Steve.”

It all happened fast after that, Steve fumbling in his wallet for a condom, the packet falling to the floor before you stepped on the foil, hands pulling at Steve’s boxers, at your own underwear. Cotton and lace got stuffed into Steve’s pocket, his lips kissing a trail over your thighs as he held you pull them off, everything about it messy and frantic. He took a quick lick through your folds while he was on his knees, rough and deep enough that you gasped out, legs buckling, dragging him back up to by his hair to kiss you. He grunted as you licked the taste of yourself off his tongue, his hands grabbing at your waist almost too tight before he told you:

“Turn ‘round, honey.”

The pet names were falling from his mouth too easily, coated in affection because he was too caught up in the way you spun for him, hands braced ok the arcade machine, back arched for him. Even when he called you ‘princess’ now, it was with a fondness that he’d managed to hide before.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he praised, smoothing a hand over your ass, bringinf your dress up to fist it at your lower back, holding you as he tugged at his cock, once, twice, and gave you the first inch. “Jesus Christ, look at you.”

He was a stretch, something you’d anticipated, because every time you took Steve’s cock in your mouth, your jaw ached and it was a messy, sloppy thing. But Steve loved it, cooing and praising you for every inch you could take, telling you how pretty you looked and now was no different. He palmed at your ass as he slid in a little more, pulling at your cheeks so he could watch the way your pussy sucked him in, pink and pretty and wet.

He was gone.

“Yeah, fuck, takin’ my cock so well, honey, does that feel good?” He was rambling, words tripping from his lips too fast, punctuated with harsh pants as he smoothed a comforting hand down your spine. You could only nod and whine in response. “Fucking Christ, she’s such a pretty thing, so greedy, huh? Does she want more?”

Steve slipped a hand round your front, fingers trailing across the soft of your stomach, over the swell of your chest until he found the edge of your sundress and he could pull down the collar, fingertips pulling roughly at a nipple. “Tell me.”

You found your voice then, huffing out a moan before pulling Steve closer by the nape of his neck, your back crushed to his front, the rough denim of his jeans rubbing against your bare ass every time he rocked his hips into you.

“More, yeahyeahyeah,” you told him, eyes closed, head thrown back against his shoulder so he could kiss and bite and suck at your neck. You were going to be a mess tomorrow, skin littered in six shades of purple because of Steve fucking Harrington. “Harder, Steve.”

He did as you demanded, hand leaving your chest so he could drag it up to your neck and press his fingers to the skin there, firm enough that you got a little wetter, clenching around him as he held you against his chest, fucking up into you at a pace that was quickly making you fall apart.

“Oh my god, shit, Steve—”

You felt him nod, cheek rubbing against yours sweetly, the beginnings of stubble scraping across your jaw and he kissed away the sting, his lips peppering over your cheek, your chin, your neck. “I know, I know, honey,” he groaned, his voice hoarse, ruined. He moaned out your name, a quiet thing just for you to hear. “Please tell me you’re close.”

You whined an agreement, hips pushing back against Steve’s so he could fuck into you deeper, your cheek leaning against the side of Dig Dug while Steve pounded you from behind. It made you feel a little hazy, body connected to Steve’s, the faraway noises of the arcade melting with the lights, the sound of skin on skin and your stuttered breaths.

“Touch yourself,” Steve ordered, hips losing their rhythm. He was close. You could tell by the way his hand was clutching at your hip, still holding the hem of your dress as the blunt of his nails scraped over your skin, you could tell by the way he was whispering your name like a fucking prayer. “Touch that clit, honey, show her some love for me.”

You obeyed, too easily, the same way you did when you were on your knees for him and he told you he wanted to watch you touch yourself while he rubbed the head of his cock over your tongue. It was fucking awful, how easily you did what Steve asked. But your middle and pointer found the bundle of nerves and a livewire went through you, body electric, pulsing, buzzing, all with the slick slide of Steve’s hard length slipping in and out of you. You tensed up, jaw dropping, forehead thudding almost too against the game machine.

“M’gonna come,” you managed to warn the boy, fingers running fast circles between your thighs. “Steve, I’m so fucking close.”

Steve didn’t waste any time, growling something filthy as he let his hand leave your neck to hold you round your tummy instead, hauling you back against him so he could feel every part of him pressed along your body. Hands sneaking over the soft of your stomach, cupping at your tits, lips kissing at your shoulders, nose nudging up behind your ear so he could groan softly into your hair as you clenched around his cock.

“That’s it?” He murmured sweetly, too sweet for how he was grinding his dick into you. “There? Yeah, honey?”

You whined, murmuring your agreement as you clutched at his hands, doing your best to tangle your fingers with his so there was something to hold onto as you fell apart. You shattered, a noiseless scream leaving your throat as you fell forward, a hand planted against the buttons of Dig Dug and the screen flashed its scoreboard with yours and Steve’s name at the top. Steve tumbled over the edge soon after, a few quick pumps of his hips until he was spilling into the condom and groaning into the hair against your neck, your bodies slick and hot with exertion.

It was a quiet, comfortable bubble when he finally slipped out of you, both of you catching your breaths. It was fuschia coloured, neon green and cyan blue, quiet and fuzzy, a bubble you didn’t want to pop. Steve got rid of what he needed to put in a trash can out back before he returned to help you back into your underwear, a kiss he couldn’t help give pressed to your knee as he slid the cotton back up your legs. Your dress was smoothed down, your hands petted at his wild hair and you both tried not to laugh at the marks on your necks, the glossy sheen of your swollen lips, the bright thing in both your eyes that could only come from a good orgasm and happiness.

Steve cleared his throat as he pulled Logan Duncan’s phone number from his pocket once more. It was crumpled and scrunched, a little ripped and he squinted at it before showing it to you between two fingers.

“So, I’ll pick you up at eight?”

His cockiness was back, a confident question that he already knew the answer to because he was letting the piece of paper drop to the floor. You smiled, rolled your eyes and dropped all pretence of the game.

‘What game?’ you thought. When did you stop pretending to hate Steve Harrington?

“You gonna come to my door? Meet my parents?” You asked, smug, excited. Nervous. “Gonna wine and dine me, Harrington?”

Steve grinned.

BONUS CHOICES

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington oneshot

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Wheel of Fan Fiction Masterlist

Smut 🔥

Fluff 🌸

Angst 💧

*This is like brand new so most of the characters won't have anything just yet*

•Stranger things

-Billy Hargrove

-Steve Harrington

-Eddie Munson

-Robin Buckley (Fem/NB only)

-Argyle

-Johnathan Byers

-Nancy Wheeler

-Jim Hopper

-Joyce Byers

-001/Henry

-Will Byers (No smut)

-Mike Wheeler (No smut)

-Max Mayfield (No smut)

Hateful Cuddling - Female reader 🌸

-Dustin Henderson (No smut)

-Lucas Sinclair (No smut)

-Eleven (Jane) Hopper (No smut)

•Marvel

-Iron Man/Tony Stark

-Captian America/Steve Rogers

-Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff

-Hawkeye/Clint Barton

-Hulk/Bruce Banner

-Thor

-Loki

-Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

-Black Panther/T'challa

-Doctor Strange/Steven Strange

-Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff

-Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

-Starlord/Peter Quill

-Gamora

-Spiderman/Peter Parker

-Falcon/Sam Wilson

-War Machine/James Rhodes

-Valkyrie (Fem/NB only)

•X-Men

-Professor X/Charles Xavier

-Magneto/Erik Lensherr

-Wolverine/James Howlett

-Quicksilver/Peter Maximoff

-Rogue

-Jean Grey

-Storm/Ororo Munroe

-Cyclops/Scott Summers

-Mystique/Raven

-Beast/Henry "Hank" McCoy

-Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner

-Havok/Alexander Summers

•DC/Young Justice

-Batman/Bruce Wayne

-Superman/Clark Kent

-The Flash/Barry Allen

-Aquaman/Authur Curry

-Cyborg/Victor Stone

-Joker/Jack Oswald White

-Harley Quinn/Harleen Quinzel

-Wonder Woman/Diana Prince

-DeadShot/Floyd Lawton

-Kid Flash/Wally West

-Nightwing (Robin #1)/ Dick Grayson

-Red Hood (Robin #2)/ Jason Todd

-Robin (#3)/ Tim Drake

-Beast Boy/Garfield Logan

-Superboy/Johnathan "Jon" Kent

-Artemis/Artemis Crock

-Red Arrow/Roy Harper

-Green Arrow/Oliver Queen

-Black Canary/Dinah Lance

-Miss Martian/Megan Morse

-Aqualad/Kaldur'ahm

•Umbrella Academy

-Luther Hargreeves (#1)

-Diego Hargreeves (#2)

-Allison Hargreeves (#3)

-Klaus Hargreeves (#4)

-Five Hargreeves (#5)

-Ben Hargreeves (#6)

-Viktor Hargreeves (#7)

-Marcus Hargreeves (#1)

-Fei Hargreeves (#3)

-Alphonso Hargreeves (#4)

-Sloan Hargreeves (#5)

-Jayme Hargreeves (#6)

-Lila Aryu

-The Handler

•Harry Potter

-Harry Potter

-Ron Weasley

-Hermione Granger

-Fred Weasley

-George Weasley

-Ginny Weasley

-Draco Malfoy

-Sirius Black (Older)

-Cedric Diggory

-Oliver Wood

-Neville Longbottom

-Luna Lovegood

-Remus Lupin (Older)

-Nymphadora Tonks

-Lucious Malfoy (Older)

-Narcissa Malfoy (Older)

-Severus Snape (Older)

-Bill Weasley

-Charlie Weasley

•Marauders

-James Potter

Friendly Love - Male reader 🌸

-Lily Evans

-Sirius Black

-Remus Lupin

-Severus Snape

-Regulus Black

-Lusious Malfoy

-Narcissa Black

-Peter Pettigrew

•Greek Mythology

-Zeus

-Hades

-Posideon

-Apollo

-Hera

-Persephone

-Ares

-Athena

-Demeter

-Aphrodite

-Artemis

-Dionysus

-Hermes

•Divergent

-Beatrice "Tris" Prior

-Caleb Prior

-Eric

-Peter

-Christina

-Will

-Tobias "Four"

-Zeke

Zip line of Love - Nonbinary Reader (Requested) 🌸

-Uriah

•Star Wars

-Anakin Skywalker

-Luke Skywalker

-Leia Organa

-Han Solo

-Obi-Wan Kenobi

-Kylo Ren

•Supernatural

-Dean Winchester

-Sam Winchester

-Castiel

-Crowley

-Lucifer

-Rowena MacLeod

-Gabriel

-Charlie Bradbury (Fem/NB only)

-Chuck Shurley

-Jody Mills

-Ellen Harvelle

-Kevin Tran

•The Walking Dead

-Rick Grimes

-Daryl Dixon

-Glenn Rhee

-Carl Grimes

-Maggie Greene

-Negan

-Michonne

-Shane Walsh

-Rosita Espinosa

-Carol Peletier

-Paul "Jesus" Monroe

-Abraham Ford

‐Tara Chambler (Fem/NB only)

-Enid

-Ezekiel

-Aaron (Masc/NB only)

•The Walking Dead Game

-Clementine

-Lee

-Kenny

-Luke

-Javier

-Gabriel

-Kate

-Louis

-Omar

-Ruby

-Mitch

-Marlon

-Violet (Fem/NB only)

IT (2017)

-Richie Tozier

-Beverly Marsh

-Eddie Kaspbrak

-Bill Denbrough

-Stanley Uris

-Ben Hanscom

-Henry Bowers

-Mike Hanlon

-Patrick Hockstetter

-Victor Criss

-Belch Huggins

•Desendants

-Mal

-Evie

-Ben

-Jay

-Jane

-Chad

-Doug

-Lonnie

-Carlos

-Uma

-Harry Hook

-Gil

•Maze Runner

-Newt

-Minho

-Gally

-Teresa

-Alby

-Chuck

-Brenda

-Aris

-Thomas

-Frypan

-Jorge

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oncasette · 2 years

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𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄…

✷ here’s a list of characters i currently write for + some common themes / tropes i tend to enjoy !

✷ favs, requests open, requests closed, *sfw only

in terms of requests! my ask box is always open but i reserve to write or not write anything that comes in. i keep everything in the bin in case one day it sparks something!

✷ links lead to fan castings!

BAND OF BROTHERS. babe heffron, joe liebgott, george luz, donald malarky, eugene roe, dick winters

DC. barry allen, adrien chase, rick flag, dick grayson, harley quinn, jaime reyes, tdk!bruce wayne

EIGHTIES. ferris bueller, darry curtis, charlie dalton*, jason dean, kevin dolenz, cameron frye, johnny lawrence, blane mcdonough, steven meeks*, ronald miller*, knox overstreet*

HARRY POTTER. regulus black, sirius black, james potter, remus lupin, theseus scamander, fred weasley, george weasley, oliver wood

TED LASSO. roy kent, ted lasso, jamie tartt

MARVEL. druig, kate bishop, eddie brock, frank castle, scott lang, matt murdock, mcu!peter parker, tasm!peter parker, steve rogers, peter quill, helmut zemo

MILES TELLER. willard hewitt, andrew neiman, vinny pazienza

OBX. rafe cameron, jj maybank, topper thornton

PEDRO PASCAL. jack daniels, din djarin, frankie morales, javier peña, marcus pike

SCREAM. ethan landry, stu macher, charlie walker

STRANGER THINGS. steve harrington, jim hopper, eddie munson

TOP GUN. bradley bradshaw, nick bradshaw, tom kazansky, jake seresin, beau simpson

MISC. astarion cunin, carlisle cullen, walt finnegan, mark grayson, logan huntzberger, percy jackson, peeta mellark, benny miller, eric northman, kai parker, harvey specter, stiles stilinski, jesse swanson, thomas webb, phil wenneck, sebastian wilder, pacey witter, charlie young

TROPES I’M PARTIAL TO... mutual pining, fake dating, lovers to enemies to lovers, (childhood) best friends to lovers, summer love, vampire!au, domesticity, age gap, guy falls first, hurt/comfort, second chance romance, roommates to lovers, old money!au, dad’s best friend, best friend’s brother

TROPES I WON’T WRITE… non-con, rpf, pedophilia, age play/regression, pet play, anal play, water sports, scat, sister!reader (ex. eddie munson x henderson!reader)

#nav

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vroomvroommuppett · 1 year

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here is everyone i write for. if you have any questions, send an ask, or if you are wondering if i will write for someone, send an ask.

all will be fem!reader, unless otherwise noted

aus

sister!reader

fandoms

911

911 lone star

actors

criminal minds

formula one

marvel

one chicago

stranger things

actors

aaron tveit

andrew garfield

barry keoghan

charlie heaton

dacre montgomery

jesse lee soffer

jesse spencer

joe keery

matthew gray gubler

oliver stark

ronen rubinstein

taylor kinney

thomas gibson

formula one

lance stroll

max verstappen

lando norris

charles leclerc

carlos sainz

pierre gasly

oscar piastri

george russell

logan sargent

alex albon

liam lawson

marvel

druig (eternals)

spider-man (tasm)

stranger things

jonathan byers

steve harrington

criminal minds

aaron hotchner

derek morgan

luke alvez

matt simmons

spencer reid

911

eddie diaz

evan “buck” buckley

ravi panikkar

one chicago

matthew casey

kelly severide

jay halstead

will halstead

greg “mouse” gerwitz

antonio dawson

connor rhodes

other

walter “keys” mckey (free guy)

ships

bucker (evan buckley x spencer reid)

buddie (buck x eddie)

hotchreid (aaron hotchner x spencer reid)

jarlie (joe keery x charlie heaton)

moried (derek morgan x spencer reid)

ralvez (luke alvez x spencer reid)

sevacy (kelly severide x matt casey)

stonathan (steve harrington x jonathan byers)

tarlos (tk strand x carlos reyes)

mousestead (mouse x jay)

formula one throuples

galex x reader

landoscar x reader

charlos x reader

carlando x reader

lestappen x reader

charlando x reader

norstappen x reader

loscar x reader

actor throuples

andrew x barry x yn

andrew x dacre x yn

andrew x jesse (eisenberg) x yn

andrew x joe x yn

andrew x mgg x yn

andrew x oliver x yn

joe x barry x yn

joe x dacre x yn

joe x mgg x yn

oliver x barry x yn

oliver x joe x yn

oliver x mgg x yn

oliver x ronen x yn

thomas gibson x mgg x yn

character throuples

buddie x reader

hotchreid x reader

jay halstead x kelly severide x reader

jay halstead x antonio dawson x reader

jay halstead x matt casey x reader

jay halstead x buck x reader

jay halstead x mouse x reader

kelly severide x matt casey x reader

kelly severide x buck x reader

matt casey x antonio dawson x reader

will halstead x connor rhodes x reader

steddie x reader

steddie x henderson!reader

stonathan x reader

#who i write for

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judgementdaysunshine · 2 years

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Masterlist

Fics i have done!

Fandoms i write for!

Young justice

Kaldur'ahm/Aqualad

Megan morse/Miss martian

Connor kent/Superboy

Artemis crock/Tigress

Jaime reyes/Blue beetle

Cassie sandsmark/Wondergirl

Wally west/Kidflash

Barbara gordon/Batgirl

CSI Vegas

Sara sidle

Nick stokes

Mia dickerson

Greg sanders

Catherine willows

Warrick brown

Riley adams

Gil grissom

M*A*S*H*

Benjamin hawkeye pierce

Margaret hot lips houlihan

B.J. hunnicutt

Margie cutler

Radar o'reilly

Kellye yamoto

John mulcahy

Stranger things

Nancy wheeler

Dustin henderson

Max mayfield

Jonathan byers

Robin buckley

Steve harrison

Jane hopper/el

Lucas Sinclair

Joyce byers

Mike wheeler

Barbara holland

Jim hopper

CSI Miami

Walter simmons

Yelena salazar

Ryan wolfe

Natalia boa vista

Eric delko

Calliegh duquesne

Horatio caine

Alexx woods

Jesse cardoza

Marisol delko

Marvel

Kate bishop

Clint barton

Natasha romanoff

T'challa

Cassandra lang

Sam wilson

Kamala khan

Bucky barnes

Shuri

Bruce banner

Mortal kombat

Kung jin

Skarlet

Hanzo hasashi

Sonya blade

Kuai liang

Jaqui briggs

Johnny cage

Kitana

Takeda takashi

Jade

Jax briggs

Cassie cage

Resident evil

Claire redfield

Carlos olivera

Sherry birkins

Leon kennedy

Jill valentine

Jake muller

Helena harper

Chris redfield

Alice

NCIS NOLA

Chris laselle

Loretta wade

Sebastian lund

Hannah khoury

Patton plame

Sonja percy

Dwayne pride

Tammy gregario

Final destination

Clear rivers

Lewis romaro

Wendy christensen

Kevin horton

Carrie dryer

Kevin fischer

Kimberly corman

Thomas burke

Alex browning

The mighty ducks

Fulton reed

Julie gaffney

Adam banks

Charlie conway

Dean portman

Guy germaine

Dwayne robertson

Luiz mendoza

Connie monreau

Criminal minds

Emily prentiss

Spencer reid

Jennifer jareau

Aaron hotchner

Kate callahan

Derek morgan

Penelope garcia

Luke alvez

Tara lewis

Matt simmons

Trauma center

Derek stiles

Angie thompson

Gabriel cunningham

Elena salazar

Erhard miller

Naomi kimishima

Markus vaughn

Valerie blaylock

Susan lewis

Mark greene

Carol hathaway

Doug ross

Kerry weaver

Gregory pratt

Samantha taggart

John carter

Cate banfield

Luka kovac

Harry potter

Cedric diggory

Luna lovegood

Harry potter

Ginny weasley

Remus lupin

Narcissa malfoy

Ron weasley

Nymphodora tonks

Sirius black

Marlene mckinnon

Draco malfoy

Fleur declour

Blaise zabini

Hermione granger

Kingdom hearts

Namine

Riku

Kairi

Sora

Aqua

Terra

Xion

Ventus

Roxas

Xmen

Charles xavier

Ororo munroe

Warren worthington

Kitty pryde

Kurt wagner

Illyana rasputin

Erik leshnerr

Raven darkholme

Logan

Marie d'ancanto

Peter maximoff

Jubliee

Pixie

Pixie o'brien

Harland mckenna

Frank mccullen

Final fantasy

Cloud strife

Oerba dia vanille

Snow villers

Tifa lockhart

Hope esthiem

Oerba yun fang

Vincent valentine

Lighting farron

Zack fair

Aerith gainsborough

Narnia

Lucy pevensie

Peter pevensie

Susan pevensie

Edmund pevensie

Mr tumnus

Prince caspian

NCIS LA

Marty deeks

Shay mosley

Sam hanna

Kensi blye

G callen

Fatima nazami

Eric beale

Harley hidoko

Nell jones

Code lyoko

Aelita schaffer

Odd della robbia

Yumi ishiyama

Ulrich stern

Milly solovieff

William dunbar

Tamiya diop

Jeremy belpois

Triple frontier

Will "ironhead" miller

Frankie "catfish" morales

Benny miller

Santiago "pope" garcia

The night shift

Landry de la cruz

Joey chavez

Gwen gaskin

Kenny fornette

Jordan alexander

Michael ragosa

Drew allister

Shannon rivera

TC callahan

Ewan mcgregor characters

Catcher block

Dan torrance

Perry makepeace

Christopher robin

Rodney copperbottom

Robert lewis

Alex law

Edward bloom

Star wars

Crosshair

Cara dune

Luke skywalker

Aayla secura

Hunter

Din djarin

Padme amidala

Cal kestis

Rey skywalker

Obi wan kenobi

Bo katan kryze

Qui gon jin

Tech

Ahsoka tano

Poe dameron

Leia organa

Echo

Finn

Iden versio

Del meeko

Wrecker

Misc 1

Jack mercer

Mason "mace" brown

Spike spiegel

Toph

Lu fox

Elizabeth martinson

Casi

Laney boggs

Max lewinsky

Mahtilda

Flip zimmerman

Nani pelekai

Murphy macmanus

Korra

Lu fox

Samantha caine

Bill s prescott

Iris

Zack siler

Rachel

David abbott

Marta

Jed eckhart

Tess finnegan

Ryan williams

Barbara novak

Ted logan

Toni

Eugene/vida boheme

Tris prior

Murtagh morzzansson

Skeeter

Christian

Stephanie speck

John wick

Viola eade

Jonathan levy

Evey hammond

Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz

Casey jones

Marni

Elliot alderson

Misc 2

Chris chambers

Andie anderson

Michael perry

Beatrix "the bride" kiddo

Elliott

Quinn fabray

Benjamin barry

Dani rojas

Billy/four

Daphne moon

Javi gutierrez

Allison reynolds

Hector villanueva

April o'neil

Ned tash

Kara

Don billingsley

Asami sato

Beau hutton

Monica long dutton

Joey coalter

Celine naville

Sam munroe

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tvimagines221b · 3 years

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Imagine: Logan helping you when you’re stressed out about writing a play.

It was a calm Saturday at the Palmwoods. Kids were playing outside at the park, teens were hanging by the pool. Then there was you. Sitting a park table with your laptop in front of you, you let out a huff. You were stressed about a school assignment for your writing class in which you had to write a play. Your stomach churned at the sight of the empty word document. Nothing. Just nothing had come to mind. It was quite frustrating because your assignment we due soon and you had nothing. “Hey Y/N.” Your head turned at the voice that you had known all too well. Logan. One of your many good friends here at the Palmwoods. When he walked over to where you were sitting, you stood up from your seat to greet him. You forced a smile. “Hey Logan.”

“What’s up?” He asked, with a smile.

You let out a sigh. “I’m trying to figure out this assignment and it’s really stressing me out.”

Logan crossed his arms. “What’s the assignment?” You bite down on your lower lip, and let out another sigh. You kept your gaze on him. “I have to write a play. And so far, I have nothing. I can’t afford to fail, Logan, and I don’t know what I’m going to do...”

Logan uncrossed his arms. He could tell by your expression how worried you were. And being your friend, he wanted to help out. “I could help you.”

“Wait-you would?” You quizzed.

Logan smiled and nodded his head. He had known you for quite some time, and he didn’t mind helping you at all. You were a good person. Besides, you were stressed and you seemed like you really need it. “Of course. You’re my friend, and I’m always going to have your back.”

#big time rush x reader #big time rush imagine #big time rush #logan mitchell #logan mitchell x reader #logan mitchell imagine #logan henderson #logan henderson x reader #logan henderson imagine #btr x reader #btr imagine #btr

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peculiarpatches · 3 years

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anyways i doubt anyone will ever read them but i am half tempted to start writing big time rush fics, idc. this is MY blog and i'll write whatever I DAMN WELL PLEASE, THANK YOU.

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excuse-me-ima-princess · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Big Time Rush (TV), Big Time Rush (Band) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Logan Henderson/Original Female Character, Logan Mitchell (Big Time Rush)/Reader, Logan Mitchell (Big Time Rush)/Original Character(s) Characters: Logan Mitchell (Big Time Rush), Logan Henderson, Kendall Knight, Kendall Schmidt, James Diamond, James Maslow, Carlos Garcia (Big Time Rush), Carlos Peña Jr., Katie Knight, Jo Taylor, Jennifer Knight (Big Time Rush), Reginald Bitters, Gustavo Rocque, Kelly Wainwright, Camille Roberts, Original Characters, Original Female Character(s) Summary:

Y/N) has always been know for her intelligence and talent. Musical genius ran in her family and many knew she was destined for greater things, but no one knew that better than her uncle, Gustavo Rocque. On her 16th birthday, she was finally of age to take on an internship at her uncle's record label and he offered to fly her out to LA so that she could pursue any goal she dreamed of. Jumping on the offer she said goodbye to her parents and small-town and moved into the Palmwoods in LA, the premier apartment complex for future famous kids. But things start to change though when she runs into Logan Mitchell one of the four members of Big Time Rush. In the city of stars, the possibilities are endless and (Y/N) is going to make her luck with the life she chooses.

Disclaimer: In this story, Logan and Camille are completely platonic and she has never randomly kissed him nor anyone else

#big time rush #btr #btr x reader #logan mitchell #logan mitchell x reader #logan henderson #logan henderson x reader #kendall knight #james diamond #carlos garcia #kelly wainwright #gustavo rocque #logan btr

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luxuriousmalfoy · 5 years

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Big Time Rush Preferences

The First Time He Says “I Love You,”

*gifs are not mine*

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Kendall

“why won’t you just admit that you thought that girl was cute?!” you yell at Kendall as you both storm into your apartment. it isn’t like this is an uncommon fight the two of you have, but this rendition of it seemed to be a little more aggressive than it’s been in the past. “she was totally flirting with you the entire time!”

“(Y/N) for the last time, I wasn’t attracted to her!” he retorts, running his hands through his hair. As he paces, he makes his way around your living area, weaving around every piece of furniture you own. “She was flirting with me, I wasn’t returning it at all!”

“She had prettier hair than me,” you say. “You would rather go out with someone with her hair?”

“Of course not!”

“Why? How am I better than her?”

After all the pacing he stops, turns and marches straight to you.

“Because I love you!” he pauses for a second, seeing the shock on your face. “You are the only person that can out-stubborn me. You are the only person I have ever known who can make sense of my thoughts before they even make sense to me. You are the only person I have felt this strongly about. And you’re the only person I can picture my future with.”

Logan

You knew there was something going on. Logan has been acting fishy and evasive whenever you would try to plan something. You had yourself convinced he was going to break up with you.

It was Friday and on your way home from work you picked up some ice cream and a redbox for when you got home. Something told you you’d really need it.

You get to your apartment and come to find that your door is already unlocked. Unsettled, you slowly open the door while forming your hand into a fist. The apartment is dark, except for some candles in your kitchen. As you slowly make your way over, you feel a hand on your shoulder and suddenly every self defense class you ever took comes rushing back to your memory. You swiftly turn and deliver a right hook to the man behind you but hear a very familiar voice cry out. “Logan??”

“Jeez, (Y/N)!” he exclaims, holding a hand to his face. You help him to a chair and then shuffle around your kitchen looking for something that would help him. “You don’t remember telling me where you kept your spare key?”

“Not in the moment exactly...” you admit sheepishly, pulling a bag of corn out of your freezer. You’ve both calmed down some and you sit next to him at the table and place the bag of corn gently on his affected eye. Your other hand cups his cheek as you share a moment of soul searching through his brown eyes.

“(Y/N)...” he pauses as your faces get very close. “I love you.”

Carlos

Your father didn’t exactly approve of Carlos. The two had yet to meet, but your upbringing didn’t exactly lend itself to a future where you date a boy band singer who puts his foot in his mouth when he’s nervous. Your parents were both ivy league lawyers who were always very serious. You had already disappointed them by going to NYU for photography instead of one of their alma maters, and when you moved to California. Now, they thought you were getting the Hollywood fever and that Carlos was nothing more than a symptom.

“No matter what they say it isn’t going to change how i feel about you, okay?” you remind Carlos as the two of you stand on your parents door step, waiting to ring the doorbell. You were far more nervous about this than he was, mostly because you didn’t want them to scare him off.

“Relax, baby,” he reassures you with a kiss on the forehead.

The dinner was horrible. Your mother wouldn’t stop drinking and your father chose to only communicate with Carlos through invasive questions and condescension. You had never been more humiliated by your parents in your life. As you were leaving, Carlos went to shake your fathers hand, but was met instead with a grimace.

“I have no confidence that you will be around any longer than (Y/N)’s photography delusion,” your father says harshly, opening the front door for you and Carlos to leave. “So why get your hopes up with a handshake?”

“Because sir,” Carlos begins. “I love your daughter. Her happiness is at the top of my priorities because she is the first person who has ever been as clearly passionate about everything she does the way that (Y/N) is. I am proud of the successful and amazing woman she is, and I want to spend as long as I can figuring out how to be the best man for her.”

Everyone was frozen in a moment that truly seemed to stand still as you muttered the words, “You love me?”

James

James had told you he loved you though the first time when you were both 8 years old. Your moms are best friends, so you grew up together. However you didn’t start dating until you were 17 and he was 18.

It is James’ last night in your little small town before he moves to Los Angeles to try to break into the industry. You decided to spend it in your treehouse, the place where you’d spent every day when you were kids, where the two of you had your first sleepover, and your first kiss. You both laid on the floor of the treehouse staring at the ceiling covered in glow-in-the-dark stars.

“Are you going to forget about me when you get to California?” you ask quietly, turning your head to look at him.

“Why would I forget about you?” he wondered, turning completely on his side and moving a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Because I’ve always just kind of been here. I am unremarkable.”

“Are you kidding me? Unremarkable? You are the most extraordinary person I have had the honor of knowing. I can’t remember a time that you weren’t there and that is the coolest thing I can think of being able to say about my girlfriend. Except for this. I love you.”

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