#kendall schmidt x reader

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In honor of me attending my first ever Big Time Rush concert I will be writing Fluffy and smutty fics about each member (in and out the show). 🤭🤭

they are so fine I’m honestly gonna cream my pants.

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Imagine: Being Kendall’s Younger Sister And Comforting You Because You’re A Writer And People Were Talking Bad About Your Book.

Feeling a lump in your throat, you stared down at the copy of your book staring on the counter in front of you. Writing had always been one of your passions, ever since you were younger. So, you were always writing some sort of story. Now that you were older, and ever since you and your family had moved into the Palmwoods you thought it was no better place than to attempt to start off your career. You began working on your book, and had come a very long way. You had given a few copy’s out for people to read before you considered going to a publisher. But some…unkind words bad spread about it. And now you felt extremely discouraged.

The apartment door swung open. You looked up to see your older brother, Kendall. Kendall looked to Katie. “Hey, baby sister.” Then looked over to you. “Other baby sister.” He nods.

You looked to him. “Hey…”

Right away, Kendall had sensed that something was bothering you. He looked to you, raising an eyebrow. “Y/N, are you okay?”

You let out a breath, shrugging your shoulders. “I’m…peachy.”

Kendall walked over to the counter, and noticed the book. “Hey, it’s your book.” He gave a smile, picking up the copy. “I’m still reading the copy you gave me, but..it’s so amazing. You’re so talented, baby sister.”

You looked down. “Glad you think so.”

Kendall frowned. “You don’t think it’s good?” He shakes his head.

“No, I do.” You said. “But… It seems the others don’t think so. They’ve been talking bad about it, saying it’s trash.”

Kendall stared. “Trash?” He shakes his head. “Trash? Your book is not trash, Y/N. It’s amazing. Writing something like that takes real talent.” He placed a hand on your shoulder. “Hey… Don’t listen to them, okay? You keep doing what you love. Don’t let them stop you from showing off your talent.”

You looked at Kendall, as he gently squeezed your shoulder. Which, seemed to relax you slightly. “Thanks.” You gave a half-heartfelt smile to him.

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Kendall: "What time is it?"

All of BTR: "It's girl time!"

Y/N: "Sex time!"

BTR: *Looks at him in shock*

Y/N: "What? You guys don't have a 'sex time?'"

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crush culture || kendall knight - chapter one

Summary: In which Kendall Knight has a crush on a girl who plays the drums at a local cafe

Word Count: 2,356

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❝ you make me feel like a teenager in love, you make me feel like i'll be forever young❞

KENDALL GROANED AS HE HEARD A CRASH FROM OUTSIDE HIS BEDROOM, throwing a throw pillow over his head to block out the noises and lights. He'd had to go into the studio yesterday for nearly twelve hours trying to fulfill one of Gustavo's checklists, and about halfway through, he'd started developing a migraine. He'd shrugged it off the night before and tried to sleep it off, but it had somehow gotten worse overnight.

    Thankfully, he would have the day off, as he'd managed to get a few harmonies done the day before. He reached toward his navy blue curtains and pulled them over the sunlight leaking in through his window, laying still as he waited for the noise in the apartment to die down.

    It was moments like this that he longed for his life in Minnesota. While he was thankful that he'd been given such a privileged life in California, he knew that if he hadn't gone to the auditions with James six months ago, he would've been at the ice rink at the moment, practicing for a hockey scholarship. He wouldn't have learned the meaning of 'stress migraine,' and he definitely wouldn't have had to leave his apartment to get a decent cup of coffee.

    When he finally forced himself out of bed, he was met with an empty coffee machine and an empty bag of ground coffee. Kendall all but slammed his head into the kitchen pantry, throwing the bag into the garbage disposal and reaching for his phone. In truth, he wasn't even completely sure where the nearest cafe was, but he remembered his mom mentioning that there was a small one at the hippie grocery store on Rosé.

    'God, that's such a Hollywood name,' Kendall thought to himself as he ordered his taxi. Once it confirmed, he quickly changed into a hoodie and jeans, sliding his keys into his back pocket. He headed for the taxi the moment he saw it drive into the parking lot, only giving slight nods to his friends as he rushed to get his coffee.

    Thankfully, the driver hadn't tried to start any conversations, allowing him to sit in the backseat in silence. He leaned his head against the window, shutting his eyes as he tried to block out the sunlight. It felt as though direct sunlight would set fire to the back of his eyes.

    As the driver pulled into the front of the grocery store, Kendall winced at the slight jerking movement of the vehicle as it came to a halt. He handed a fifty dollar bill to the driver and stepped out, pulling his hoodie over his head as he stared at the oddly hippie grocery store, complete with plants hanging outside the building and a green-painted sign with the name 'Williams' painted in white letters.

    Kendall lightly rolled his eyes at the California culture, making his way into the store and heading for the cafe area towards the back. It was a completely different atmosphere from the coffee places and grocery stores they'd had in Minnesota, and while he likely would've figured that out sooner, he'd spent the majority of his time in California stuffed in a recording studio.

    As he approached the cafe, he noticed a few bookshelves towards the wall, filled with journals and cooking books, and whatever else California people liked to read. He walked toward the counter and noticed a short girl sitting behind the register, a dazed look on her face as she rhythmically tapped her fingers.

    "Uh, hey, could I get a cup of coffee?" Kendall asked, pulling his hoodie off his head. He'd made a slight effort to brush out his hair, but had given up after a while and shoved it ebenath a gray beanie.

    The girl snapped out of her thoughts and turned to face him, allowing him to get a view of her name tag: Emory. She smiled happily, soft brown eyes lighting up when she noticed him. "Hi! Welcome to William's Coffee House. What can I get you?"

    An involuntary smile came to his face when he heard her voice, but it quickly faded away when his eyes drifted to the menu. He fumbled with his words as he scanned the list of coffees, complete with lattes and espressos -- and what the hell was a macchiato? Kendall rubbed the back of his neck, confusion painted across his ivory features. "Uh... the coffee... kind?"

    Emory bit back a laugh and went through the buttons on the register. "I'll just get you a small black coffee, and you can add cream and sugar if you want."

    "Thank you," He sighed. He reached to grab a twenty dollar bill from his pocket, but she pushed his hand away quickly. Kendall looked u, dark eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

    "Don't even worry about it. It's on the house," She explained lightly, standing to go prepare his coffee. "You look like you've had a rough day."

    "Is it that obvious?" Kendall questioned, tugging at the edges of his beanie so they covered his temples. They felt like they were going to explode.

    She hesitated, reaching out to hand his coffee cup to him. She pursed her lips together, as if she were searching for the best words to tell him that he looked like he just crawled out from the garbage disposal. Emory winced at her own words as she said, "You're still cute."

    Kendall might've blushed if it weren't for the tightening feeling on the right side of his head.

    As he reached up to press his palms against his eyes, Emory questioned, "Do you have a migraine? I have Excedrin in my bag, if you want some. They're not crazy drugs or whatever."

    "Excedrin?" He pulled his hands away from his eyes to find her holding out a small bottle of acetaminophen. She smiled lightly and placed it next to her coffee. "Thanks."

    "No problem. I carry them around 'cause my brother and I get migraines a lot. One or two should be good depending on how bad it is," Emory advised. Kendall ignored her and shook three pills out of the bottle. "I mean, or you could do that."

    The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile as he went to take the three excedrins and swallow them down with the hot coffee. He winced at the taste, setting it down.

    "Didn't you say you wanted cream and sugar?" Emory questioned, pointing at the cup.

    Kendall deadpanned at the sight of the cream and sugar, throwing his hand onto the desk. Emory giggled and took the cup from him, shaking in a little bit of each ingredient. Her laugh was high-pitched, similar to a cartoon character's. He lifted his head slightly. "Cute laugh."

    Emory dropped the sugar packet into the cup. Her eyes widened and she quickly began preparing another cup. "I'm Emory."

    "Kendall," He responded. "That's a... unique name."

    "Thanks," She chuckled. "My Pops chose it. It's supposed to mean 'brave' or 'powerful' or something. I'm neither of those, which is why I'm working in a nearly empty café at eleven in the morning on a Friday."

    "Three-day weekend," Kendall shrugged and took the cup from her. He smiled, his migraine already beginning to fade away.

    She nodded and sat down in a stool behind the counter. Emory didn't have the nerve to tell him that her dads had named her other siblings 'Silas' and 'Andromeda.' She also didn't have the energy to explain that her dads had given her one mental health day per quarter, and she'd used it today so she could skip out on volleyball. She was only 5'2" which made serving the ball practically impossible.

    For some reason, she'd wanted to impress him. She wasn't quite sure how to do that while she was sitting in a coffee apron, at the back of a grocery store, though. He was genuinely attractive -- the kind that you found on the cover of magazines and billboards. Complete with dirty blonde bangs, deep green eyes, and dimples. As dramatic as it sounded, Emory swore he would be the death of her.

    Kendall stole glances at her as she cleaned up the suddenly messy counter, and pretended not to notice when she glanced back. He hadn't been able to meet a lot of people in Hollywood -- at least, no one outside of the Palm Woods. Gustavo and Kelly had kept him under lock and key in the studio. It had been somewhat justified, of course, considering they were working on an album; but there were times where he missed working at the grocery store in Minnesota. Times where he would've preferred to be playing hockey with his friends, as opposed to learning the same dance moves over and over again.

    God, he felt privileged.

    "So, skipping out on school, pretty boy?" Emory had said it without even glancing up, but he could hear the smile in her words.

    "No, I, uh, have an off-day today," Kendall responded awkwardly. He wasn't sure how to explain that he'd completely forgotten about the essay he had to turn on by three o'clock today. "What about you?"

    "My dads let me take the day off," Emory explained. She caught her words immediately and winced, waiting for the backlash or questions she would inevitably receive. Even in California, the LGBT capital of the world, there were somehow always questions.

    "Dads, huh? What are their names?"

    "Johan and Gerard," She said hesitantly. He would ask about her siblings now, or whether her mom had died, or where she was adopted from. She held her breath.

    "That's cool."

    'What the fuck?'

    "Yeah, they're pretty great," Emory agreed, slightly confused but overall relieved by his reaction. He only gave her a calm look, implying that he was generally unbothered by the topic. She nodded in approval. "So, tell me about yourself, pretty boy."

    "What do you wanna know?" Kendall asked, leaning back in his chair. "I'm from Minnesota; I really love hockey and music; and me and my sister Katie were raised by a single mom."

    "What do you mean by 'you love music?'" Emory squinted her eyes lightly and sat down in the seat across from him, leaning forward. "Do you, like, play any instruments or are you one of those guys that listens to music and says they love it so they look really cool and pretentious?"

    "I'm in a band with my best friends. I think I'm pretty into music," Kendall chuckled. "I play, like, the smallest amount of guitar; but I mostly sing."

    "It's not a band of none of you play the instruments," Emory was quick to point out. "I'm in a small band with my foster sister, Evie. I play drums."

    "You play drums?" Kendall snickered. "And that's not fair. We're mostly singers."

    "Then you're a group, not a band," She shot back. "Yeah, I play drums. Is that hard to believe?"

    "You're just so tiny," Kendall laughed. "I couldn't imagine that."

    "Ever hears the phrase 'you're lucky you're cute?'" Emory questioned, to sing a sugar packet in his general direction. It hit the side of his flannel jacket, and she sighed internally. He was kind of making her eyes hurt at this point. She mentally went over all the reasons that it would be completely unethical for her to ask for his number, then all of the reasons that she would regret not asking for his number.

    Unfortunately, she wasn't given the time to come to a balanced conclusion. Kendall's phone rang and he took it out of his pocket, sending Emory an apologetic look as he did so. The moment he answered it, his mood seemed to falter, and by the end of the call he'd practically slammed his head against the wooden counter.

    "Uh, are you okay?" Emory questioned, lightly poking his shoulder as he hung up his phone.

    "Nope. My producer is calling me into work today, after he promised me the day off yesterday!" He raised his voice and yelled at his phone, despite the fact that the caller had hung up already. He peeked at Emory from between his fingers. "I probably look really weird right now."

    Emory nodded, her nose crinkling as she smiled down at him. "You do."

    Kendall sighed and lifted his head, shoving his phone back into his pocket. He looked at Emory. "I should probably..."

    "Yeah. I wouldn't want you to get fired or anything. A face like that deserves to have screaming girls chasing after it," Emory said. She regretted her words immediately, questioning whether she'd spoken proper English just then.

    If Kendall noticed, he chose not to say anything about it. Instead, he went to stand and took a few paces away from the café. "I'll uh... I'll see you around?"

    'Ask for his number. Ask for his number. Ask for his number.'

    "Uh, yeah! You should visit again. I'll give you a discount on your coffee next time," Emory responded with a smile.

    "Yeah, I will. Uh... thanks, Emmy," Kendall nodded at her, before his phone went off in his pocket again. He groaned and pulled it out, practically yelling into the phone. "I'm coming!"

    Once he was out of sight, Emory groaned and laid her head down on the counter, covering her blushing face. She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up to see Gerard, who was covered in flour and baking ingredients.

    She sighed. "How much of that did you see?"

    Gerard rubbed his daughter's back comfortingly. "You'll get better eventually, Emmy."

    Emory deadpanned, letting out a sigh. The next time she would see him was on the cover of a magazine, being proclaimed the new teen heartthrob.

    If she knew she would get Silas' flirting skills by spending so much time around him, she might've tried to get him kicked out of the house sooner.

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just us ~ kendall schmidt

word count: 1568

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@chennyetomlinson​ “Can you do an imagine for the song like nobody’s around by big time rush and can it be either Kendall or Carlos”

description: when being the girlfriend of a boyband member starts to get a little overwhelming, your boyfriend shows you a way to forget everything else

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Nothing could ever prepare you for dating a famous person, let alone a famous boyband member.

Surprisingly, there were actually quite a few online articles and chatrooms that talked about being a normal person dating a celebrity. At first, you thought they’d be enough to help. You wondered if dating Kendall would really be that bad. He hadn’t really been too big since the Big Time Rush show ended. Sure, there would be fans asking him for pictures and autographs when you two were out together, but it couldn’t possibly be that bad.

You couldn’t be more wrong.

The reaction from the fans was very mixed, as expected. Some fans were very supportive, some were...less than supportive. It got to a point where you had to privatize your social media accounts so that fans would stop coming to your pictures and sending you harassing comments, and Kendall would have to turn off the comments on his Instagram whenever he posted pictures of the two of you.

As for paparazzi, it was almost as if they waited for Kendall to get a girlfriend to start following him and taking pictures. He even admitted that he had never had so many paparazzi pictures taken of him before you two had announced publicly that you were together, even when he was in the band. It made going out together much harder to do, and it made you not want to go out ever.

However, Kendall managed to convince you on different occasions. One of these occasions was a carnival that was in town, one of the only real sort of dates than you two had.

“Relax,” Kendall told you, taking your hand when he noticed how tense you were. “It’s okay, there’s a crowd of people here. No one is going to get any pictures of us, unless it’s fans.”

“It’s hard to relax when I’ve been here before,” you told him, looking over your shoulder for the familiar sight of someone crouched in the distance with a camera up, ready to snap a picture of you two. “We just can’t have a normal date out in public without some form of interruption.”

“Hey.” Kendall stopped, grabbing your shoulders and forcing you to look at him. “Look at me. Don’t worry about it, okay baby? You can’t let this fear rule your life, or our relationship. It happened to me when the guys and I were still together as a band and it absolutely ruined my life. I won’t let that happen to you.”

You sighed. “Yeah, I know you’re right. I’m just new to all of this, and I’ve been thrust into it so suddenly.”

“I know, and I’m so sorry that you have been.”

You shook your head. “No, it’s not your fault, babe. And honestly, I’d never exchange what I have with you for anything. It’s just...a lot to get used to.”

Kendall gave you a sad smile and wrapped his arms around you. You breathed in the familiar smell of his cologne, feeling safe and secure in his arms. You knew he was right, you couldn't let this fear control your life. Of course it was going to take some time to get over looking over your shoulder and the fear of going out in public, but you were going to try.

The rest of the day went by without a hitch. It was such a beautiful day, you were glad you took Kendall up on the idea of going out. If you had missed such a nice day, you would’ve been kicking yourself for a long time.

Kendall insisted on playing almost every carnival game in order to win you something. It took him nearly an hour and way more money than you would've liked, but he won you a big stuffed teddy bear and a smaller unicorn. He treated you to some carnival food, which resulted in you refusing to go on any of the rides because you were terrified that you’d throw up what you had eaten.

As the day was starting to come to an end, you and Kendall were stood together at the end of the boardwalk near the carnival, just watching the sun beginning to set. The carnival speakers were playing some upbeat, popular song, and you decided to start swaying to the beat, eventually melting into a goofy dance while Kendall watched and laughed. He wrapped his arms around you again and pulled you for a kiss, and you honestly could not feel happier.

You arrived back to his place past dark, still living in the happiness you had been feeling all day.

“I have no idea what I’m going to do with this,” you told him, gesturing to the giant teddy bear you had been carrying all day.

“You can cuddle it when I’m not home and pretend it’s me. I’ll coat it in my cologne before I have to leave so it’ll smell like me till I get back.”

You scrunched up your nose. “Okay, maybe don’t coat it. You smell good, but if you ruin my bear with too much cologne I’ll be very upset.”

Kendall laughed at your comment and continued to his kitchen to grab you both a snack. You placed your two stuffed toys at the end of the couch and collapsed onto the love seat. You decided to check Twitter to see if there was anything interesting happening in the world.

Big mistake.

Upon logging into your Twitter account, the first thing you saw was your mentions blowing up. This wasn’t too unusual, as even though your account was private it was still possible for people to tag you in their tweets. You weren’t going to pay any mind to it until you went into your mentions (mainly to get rid of the notifications from your phone) and found that they were all linked to an article from some media site, an article that was about you.

You knew it would be wrong to read the article. It was probably just some usual tabloid BS. But you couldn’t stop yourself as you clicked on the article, and you especially couldn’t stop yourself after reading the headline: “KENDALL SCHMIDT’S GIRLFRIEND LETS LOOSE AFTER A DAY AT THE CARNIVAL”.

Attached to the article was a video of you doing your goofy dance with Kendall at the end of your day, something that had happened not even an hour beforehand. The article talked about how you and Kendall had been spotted out together at the carnival, how Kendall had played the games to win you your stuffed toys, and how a fan had noticed you two together watching the sunset and had captured the video of you dancing. Your horror was furthered when you noticed what people were saying about the video.

“she honestly looks so stupid dancing like that, how is kendall into her?” “omf i’d never have the courage to look this stupid in public” “when @(yourtwittername) sees this she’s gonna go into hiding, I know I would”

You didn’t realize you were crying until Kendall came back into the room and was immediately at your side, asking you, “Baby, what’s wrong?”

You didn’t have to respond, Kendall noticed your phone and all the tweets and took it from you. His eyes widened when he saw the article and he immediately locked your phone and put it as far away from you as possible.

“Baby, do not listen to any of those people,” he told you. “You were having a good time, don’t let those people bring you down.”

You shook your head. “That’s it, Kendall, I’m done. I’m never going out anymore. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t be looking over my shoulder and always worrying that my every move is being watched. I can’t just be a stick in public because I’m afraid that every little move I’ll make will be captured and I’ll be made fun of. I just...can’t.”

You were full on sobbing when you looked away from Kendall, covering your face as you cried. You felt his hands on yours, lowering them from your face. He cupped your face in his hands, wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“Listen to me, okay (Y/N)?” he said. “I’m going to give you the advice I wish I had known much earlier on in my career: just be yourself. Don’t care what anyone else thinks, in fact act like nobody’s around. If you give in and you hide away then they win. You are the most amazing person I’ve ever met, and I’d hate to watch your light dim because of these awful vultures.”

Again, you knew Kendall was right. You couldn’t let the paparazzi and the mean fans win. You couldn’t live your whole life in fear. You intended to spend the rest of your life with Kendall, you couldn’t spend that time hidden away because you were afraid of the reaction of fans at the little things you loved to do.

Finally, you nodded and hugged Kendall tightly. He gave you a reassuring squeeze and you whispered, “Thank you so much.”

Kendall shook his head. “Don’t thank me, baby. Thank you for sticking around during all this.”

You pulled away to kiss Kendall. “I’ll always be here. Through everything, all the rude fans, all the paparazzi, all the rumors, everything. I’ll be here. I promise.”

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Big Time Rush Preferences

The First Time He Says “I Love You,”

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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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Imagine: Kendall Standing Up For You When Gustavo Tells You That You Have No Talent.

Your eyes dropped to the floor. After getting the nerves to sing in front of him and Big Time Rush, Gustavo Roque had just said that your singing was horrible, and you had no talent at all. You felt your heart break in two. Why did he have to be so harsh about it? You were fighting back the urge to break down in years in front of him and the boy’s. Kendall and his friends sat there, surprised that Gustavo had the guts to tell you that you had no talent.

Kendall stood up. He shakes his head. “Gustavo, Y/N has an amazing voice. How dare you tell her that she isn’t talented.” He spoke up, crossing his arms over his chest. When you had heard Kendall’s voice, you looked up. He was defending you. “Huh?”

Kendall was now standing in front of you, confronting Gustavo. “She has a beautiful voice, she was brave for even being able to sing in front of us. She has talent, and I won’t let you tell her otherwise.”

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"Alright, boys. You know the name of the game. Last one to blow his load wins. And gets to fuck me. And need I remind you that James has already won twice." Y/N said.

"And it's gonna be three times, fellas." James smiles cockily.

"No way. It's gonna be me." Carlos said.

"I'd say I have the best chance. I've been practicing." Logan said.

"It's gonna be me because I've been messing with Jo ever since day since. I can control myself." Kendall said.

They all start arguing as Y/N smiled. Even though he was the one whose was going to be fucked, he felt like he had all the control here. That BTR went to him and not their girlfriends for sex. That he could bring them to their knees begging for it made him hard in his underwear.

"Get stroking, fellas. We have a long night ahead of us."

Each member of Big Time Rush pulled their underwear off and started stroking their dicks as Y/N watched with a smirk, touching his own bulge

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[ Kendall Knight ] A Week With Big Time Rush

"Congratulations you've earned a week with Big Time Rush!"

You've probably read that sentence 30 times by now. You looked from the letter to your little sister and back to the letter.

"Grace," You started, putting down the letter, "What.Did.You.Do?" Grace shrugged, as if it was nothing, "I thought it might be fun to fill out the quiz, didn't think I would actually win," You pinched the bridge of your nose, "What are you going to do now, there's no way mom is letting you go to Hollywood on your own,"

A wicked grin placed itself on her face, "I know, that's why you're going with me," "Oh, okay well then that's just fine," you replied sarcastically, "Except for the fact that I have college!" Again Grace shrugged, "Since most of their fans are teenage girls, it's during summer break," You sighed in defeat, no one won against your little sister. "Fine, only if mom agrees," you said, knowing full well your mom wouldn't agree.

"Sure you can go," Your mom said. You and your sister were sitting at the breakfast bar in your tiny San Francisco apartment, while your mom sat opposite of you eating a bowl of lucky charms. "What?!" You exclaimed, "So we can go to Hollywood, and spend a week with a group of strangers, but I can't live in dorms?" Your mom shrugged as a reply, "I've told you before, we can't afford a dormitory." You defeatedly stirred your cereal. I guess you're going to Hollywood, to meet Big Time Rush.

Sunday "I can't believe you dragged me into this..." You whispered to your sisters as a tall brunette showed you around, "You owe me a lifetime supply of chocolate eggs!"

Grace rolled her eyes, "Just shut up, and enjoy this!" she whisper shouted back. You gave her a mock offended face, since when did she start talking back? "You were so cute as a kid, what happened?" Before Grace could reply with a snarky remark, four guys walked into the lobby, immediately pulling all the attention to them.

On the right was a Hispanic guy with a black helmet on his head, next to him was a tall brunette who was frantically combing his hair, and after him came a tall blonde who seemed engulfed in a conversation with the raven-haired boy next to him.

A short black woman, that had earlier introduced herself as Kelly snapped her fingers as a way of getting the boys' attention.

"Boys, these are the fans you'll be spending the week with," She said, as she introduced you, "This is Grace and her older sister, [Y/N]," The boys immediately rushed forwards to introduce themselves, you quickly shielded yourself using your little sister, "I'm not the fan that won the quiz," you said quickly, "she is."

The boys turned their attention towards Grace, as Kelly told you about the coming week, "So, you get to spend a week here at the Palmwoods, in suite for two with you sister," She handed you a pair of keys, "You'll also need these passes to access Roque Records, as you'll be seeing the boys record their songs, and lastly backstage passes for the concert on Sunday." You took the supplies out of her hand, and thanked her. "Yeah, that sounds like so much fun!" Your sister exclaimed in a fake typical tween girl voice.

Oh god, this week was gonna be a disaster.

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Tagged: @icegirl2772

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MOod board: you die when you choke on a hockey puck that the dogs hit down your throat

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Big Time Song Writer

This is a story I created a long time ago again its a rewrite for a big time rush episode but with my own spin on it. I hope you enjoy it and let me know if you want me to put more of this story on here. I’ve written a lot for it but still haven’t finished it. :) 

Part 1

         The boys and Gustavo all were standing in the Rocque with smiles on their faces as I walked down the hallway. Knowing those smiles I wasn’t sure if it was good or bad even after just getting back from visiting my mom and a reunion with the family including my uncle who wouldn’t stop talking to me about my failure and where I’m going to fail next. I stop and remove my headphones seeing them smile my way making me feel uneasy. “Hey guys what’s with all the smiles and weird faces?” Kendall pushed Gustavo's forward who looked like he was sulking and didn’t want to tell me what he was supposed to tell me. “Griffin told me to tell you that you're writing the new song for the Big Time Rush album.” I looked at Gustavo shocked as the boys cheered behind him as Griffin walked out of the studio room scaring everyone. “Yes, the songs you’ve been writing for yourself are phenomenal and Big Time Rush is next in line for one of your hits for the album which is why you’re going to write one in 24hrs.” We all were surprised by his words as I spoke “um a song in 24hrs? Didn’t that not work the last time?” I pointed to the wrecked sound stage that had the top sound writers in LA who fought about a title of a song that destroyed the small sound room. I know the situation because Kendall texted me the whole thing.  “Yes, sometimes fighting is the best thing to write a song, and I expect one for the band and one from you in 24hrs.” I looked at him like he was crazy “wait two songs in 24hrs, Griffin that’s not possible.” The boys nodded “yes, it is if you have help from Big Time Rush. Good luck.” Griffin then left with all of us confused.  

     I look at the boys “I’m gone for couple days and this is what I walk into?” Gustavo spoke “well sorry but I’m not allowed to help with said song but I bet you’ll do fine and I’m not jealous at all and ahhhhh.” Kelly held him back from me as Kendall stood in front of me wrapping his arms around me as the boys moved to protect me “how about I take you out to the Palm Woods where you can chill by the pool?” Kelly pulled him out of the studio as he glared my way. But before she left, she turned around and spoke “Y/N, get this song done and remember no fighting boys.” James yelled “not fair how do you know Y/N isn’t going to fight.” She folded her arms “cause I’ve seen her write a song also she’s a girl and we don’t fight over stupid things, see you in a couple hours.” Gustavo then came back trying to attack me again but Kelly got him out and the boys stood in front of me. Well, writing two songs with the boys this should be fun.  

    I turned towards my boyfriend and the guys looking dumbfounded “really I just got back and I already have to write two songs?” The boys sighed and Kendall spoke “look you’re not alone on this, will help you.” I laugh and cross my arms “have you guys ever wrote a song before?” they all look at each other shrugging and Logan spoke “I mean how hard can it be, I mean we could easily write a song in 24hrs?” I laugh “oh really?” All the boys nodded then Carlos spoke “to be honest it sounds pretty easy.” I glare at all of them and walk over to my sound room with the boys following behind me watching me carefully as I opened my desk drawer pulling out my note book with all my song writing information and tossing it to James who caught it but fell by the weight of it. “That is my song writing book which will help me write the song for you unless, you believe you guys can write it yourself?” James then stood up with an angry face and all the boys look offended. “Hey, we can do it way better then you can.” I laugh and sit down on my chair folding my arms “oh I’d like to see you try.” 

     The boys glare my way and fold their arms, “we can write a song Y/n, and we can prove it in 24hrs.” I laugh “fine I’ll be here waiting for that song while I write my own song oh and this is my studio so get out.” I push them all out the door and settle into my studio writing my song and of course because I know they can’t do it I’ll write the boys song as well. James’s comment about writing a song better than me was running through my head. Did they think I wasn’t a good song writer? Was I any good? Was everyone whoever said it wasn’t worth it right? The sound of my text message notification went off, I pulled out my phone seeing it was another text from my uncle who told me this dream was pointless.  He owns a record company in Las Vegas that signed Fergie, Justin Bieber, Shawn Mendes and Selena Gomez and is adding more to the roster.  

    Unfortunately, I wasn’t good enough for his record company to get signed which was the reason for me wanting to deny Kendall’s offer for going out to LA to be famous. I know I shouldn’t listen to what he has to say because I know it gets to me but I read it anyway. “I heard your third album and couldn’t help but point out all the flaws of your vocals and how all the songs were songs you shouldn’t even be singing. Also, I don’t understand what THE Gustavo Rocque sees in you. Stick to YouTube sweetheart cause that’s all you’ll ever be good for.” Tears streamed down my face as I threw my phone across the room making my thoughts go wild. I then thought of a way to get rid of those feelings into a song.        

Kendall’s POV  

     I mean how hard could writing a song be? I mean all we have to worry about is not fighting. I looked over and noticed Logan was reading Y/N’s book which by dating her I should know not to test her but I’m doing it anyway. “So, what does Y/N’s book have us do first.” Logan spoke “well it says stare into the eyes of the sun to find the killer hook” we all looked up in confusing but before I knew it, we were all standing outside looking into the sun burning our eyes. We all scream in pain as we open the studio door back open running in pouring water onto our eyes. “Ok I feel like she put that in their to throw us off but besides what’s making better than just diving right in and just making some music” The boys nodded “Kendall’s right, lets hit the music room” Carlos shouted as we all cheered into the room. Carlos was on the drums, James on the piano, Logan on the base and me on the guitar rocking out trying to find that rhythm but all I heard was nothing but beating on strings, drums and keyboards. We sounded terrible and by the looks on the other guys faces they knew too. So, we stopped and moved onto a more relaxing approach. The Game Room.  

Y/N’s POV  

     I was working on the melody of my song on the piano when I stopped and heard the sound of instruments being misused which made me shake my head and continue with the rest of these two songs. I laugh to myself loving the boys are actually trying. Who knows maybe they’ll come up with something? Or maybe not?  

Kendall’s POV  

    We were playing Foosball in the game room when Logan spoke “in Y/N’s book it said clearing your head and relaxing is good for song writing.” I then spoke “and what’s more relaxing than a nice friendly game of Foosball.” I then hit the Foosball back the other way as Carlos shot it into the goal making us win, he then did a happy dance and started singing “oh, oh, oh, oh, oooohh, oooooh.” I then stopped him and smiled “that wasn’t bad.” Logan and James glared at me “you’re kidding right?” James said I sighed “look it needs more lyrics but the Oh song at least has the melody.” Carlos smiled proudly as Logan spoke “O is a letter genius not a song title.” Carlos laughed and made an O shape with his hand “O and you guys can do better?” James glared “yea just give me a few minutes and the lyrics will come to me.” I sighed “whatever while you're thinking let's move into the music studio to write music.”  

   We all walked into the music room as I grabbed a guitar and sat next to Carlos. Logan and James sat across from us with the piano. “Look the Oh song is cool and we’re recording the Oh song.” I then started playing the guitar and sang along with Carlos “Oh, oh, oh.” But we got interrupted by James hitting the piano keys “I’m not feeling the Oh song.” I sighed “well do you have something better?” he rolled his eyes and yelled “yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah” he then played the piano “yeah, yeah, yeah, yeaaah.” He then turned around with an amused look “that was good.” Carlos then laughed “no our song is way better.” James then yelled back “of course you’d say that cause you’d always side with Kendall.” I then stood up offended “no he doesn’t.” Logan looked up from Y/N’s book and smiled “yeah he does.” Carlos glared his way “ok then you pick the song.” He said pointing at Logan “which one is better Logan? The Oh song or the Yeah song?” we waited for his answer but he sighed and said “guys I’d really rather not get into the middle of this.” Carlos interrupted “big surprise Logan doesn’t want to make a decision.” James stood up and defended him “hey he makes decisions.” I rolled my eyes “then decide.” Logan then started speaking with words we didn’t understand “fine the Yeah song is a happy interjection which promotes positive feeling whereas Oh cenotes unpleasant surprises.” We looked at him confused as Carlos spoke “say it in words that we know.” He sighed “the Oh song is stupid.” Then before I know it Carlos, Logan and James were arguing and ready to fight until I got between them and spoke “everybody chill, remember what Kelly said fighting doesn’t solve anything.” Few seconds later, I was fighting with James with the mic stands using the brass for a drum set as a shield screaming “the Oh song is awesome.” While Carlos and Logan were chasing each other around with drum sticks with Logan yelling “the Oh song is stupid.” I kept clashing my mic stick on James's brass while he yelled “we will defend the Yeah song till the death.”  

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