#logan mitchell x oc

[praetoravila]

LOVE STICKS, SWEAT DRIPS - a lolive boxing au

The first time Olive walks into Rocque Room, it's because of court mandated therapy. She's 16, coming off of juvenile assault charges and struggling with her mental health. Now, at 22, she's in college, and doing significantly better. Rocque Room is her safe place, which is why she's pissed off when there's a new boy whose taking over her boxing ring. Logan Mitchell hasn't played hockey for months. Between his shoulder tear, and the start of his medical schooling, he's honestly had no time to really exercise the way he used to - so when he gets a flyer in the mail advertising 40% at the local gym, he springs on the chance. The pretty girl whose called dibs on the boxing ring in the back is just a benefit. Logan knows he's pushing Olive's buttons every time he shows up at her spot, and Olive knows that Logan's trying to get a rise out of her. Of course, the two of them are too stubborn to actually talk to each other, at least until they both happen to be training at the same time, and realize, hey maybe they aren't so bad?

taglist: @myloveforhergoeson @ceruleanmusings @raging-violets @bibaybe @daughter-of-melpomene @ithinkyouhealedmyheart

[stttarkeys]

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 in my book 'monster' my oc calliope dutton has a pretty big family, so i thought i would share who her family members are.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐍

faceclaim - perdo pascal status - alive relationship status - married to charlotte dutton children - 5 age - 51 / born 1973

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐍

faceclaim - kelly reily status - alive relationship status - married charles dutton children - 6 age - 48 / born 1976

𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐍

faceclailm - jake weary status - alive relationship status - divorced / was married to elisabeth shoupe for eight years. children - 2 age - 31 / born 1993

𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐍

faceclaim - emmy rossum status - alive relationship status - single / has never really been the one for relationships due to having to look after her younger siblings most of her life children - 0 age - 28 / born 1996

𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐍

faceclaim - geroge mackay status - alive relationship status - engaged / has been engaged to high-school sweetheart jaryka heyward since they left high school children - 0 age - 26 / born 1998

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐍

faceclaim - logan lerman status - alive relationship status - single / due to being in and out of jail for most of his teenage and young adult life children - 0 age 24 / born 2000

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐍

faceclaim - maia mitchell status - unkown relationship status - engaged to rafe cameron / has been in a on and off relationship with rafe since she was sixteen children - 0 age - 20 / born 2004

[raging-violets]

"Please never do that again." + dealers choice!

Big Time Rush: Life on the Line | Prompt | Logan Mitchell and Rhuben Jackson-McGuire (OC)

Authored by: Rhuben

A/N: SOOOO sorry it took so long to get this one done. The idea for it came very very recently. Really had no idea how to end this one, but here it is! Set during Big Time Cameo

otp prompt: protectiveness | Prompt List

“What’s everyone saying?” 

“I don’t think it’s a good idea if I show you.”

“Logan, please.”

“You just got home!” 

Rhuben let out a huff-sigh of annoyance. Partly in response to the push back, and partially in annoyance at the lackadaisical way the chair Logan was settled in slowly rocked from side to side as he pushed himself. As if none of this was a big deal.

Logan let out a quiet sigh in response. He watched her pensively as she shifted from one seated position on her bed, to stretching out her legs, to pulling one knee up tapping the mattress with the sole of her sock-covered foot, to sitting cross-legged. Even in her own bedroom, in her own home, she couldn’t get comfortable.

“I have to know. You know I’ll find out eventually.” She had figured the second she got back home from inpatient, she’d be brought into her dad’s office for a meeting on the plan for damage control. But, no.

It was all hugs (an exuberant “Yayyy” from Sydney as he pushed through his brothers and sister) the usual sibling needling, and laughs. She needed that, and wanted it, more than she thought she would for someone who was barely away from home for a week. Truth be told, she hadn’t ever been away from her family for more than two days at most. Perks of being in a family band. And liking being around her family. (For the most part. Patrick did test that pretty often.)

But sooner rather than later, she’d have to face reality. Noah had slipped a quiet “They’re talking about you” into her ear the next morning, miming holding his cell phone as they sat at the breakfast table. She had only nodded in response.

“Paps are starting to line up at the gate,” her dad had announced shortly after as he sat down at the head of the table. “Security’s making sure not to let anyone in unless they’re an approved guest.” 

“Great.” Rhuben had given the only verbal in response as her brothers and sister nodded.

Paps. Did you hear him? Paps. At our front door. Because of what you did! 

Logan had thought he had given her and her family enough time and privacy before going to visit. There was some sort of energy that was off that he could feel as he stepped into the Jackson-McGuire home. It was as noisy and crazy as usual, but there was just something in the air that struck him as soon as he stepped over the threshold. The questions had started the second he had released her from his hug, his “Welcome home” barely out of his mouth.

“Gustavo and your dad have bene talking; they’re figuring it out,” Logan explained, still twisting in the chair. “It’s ok.”

“How’s Dara?” Logan’s lips shifted upwards into a slight, sad smile. Rhuben was always thinking about others, something he really liked about her. But it was always at the expense of herself. And she was thinking about herself, as recent events have shown, it wasn’t always in a nice way.

“She’s ok. She’s safe. The conditions of the Coco.0 set are being looked into.”

“And your cameo?”

“It’s ok.”

Rhuben grabbed her pillow and hugged it to her chest. “Logan!” she said, sharply, in contrast to the pout that was coming to her face. She blinked her blue eyes at him. It was the same look her older brother had taught her to give to their parents whenever they wanted to attempt to get what they wanted. A lot of the time, it worked, too.

Logan stopped twisting in her desk chair and stretched his arms above his head. His chest lifted with a deep inhale, and upon exhaling he crossed his arms over his chest. And crossed his legs at the ankles. “We’re getting some blowback about it.”

Bingo.

Her cheeks puffed up with a heavy sigh. She pressed her lips together and grabbed fistfuls of her pillow before flinging it at the wall in a hard strike. “God…damn it!”

“Hey, stop.” Logan pulled himself out of her chair and quickly crossed the room to sit beside her on her bed. He reached out his hand and took Rhuben’s, gently squeezing it. “Fans are still excited that we have a cameo on Coco.0. And they’re excited for the new song.”

He had to bite his tongue to stop himself from rattling off everything swirling around in his head that he could find out about eating disorders. He had made that mistake after initially finding out about the Jacksons’ abuse and thinking he was helping by quoting facts, statistics, and literature to her. He wanted to be a doctor; he just wanted to be knowledgeable and have good bedside manners. And as her friend, he wanted her to know he cared.

Rhuben fought the urge to pull her hand out of his grasp. She could feel her body tensing up, her upper lip curling slightly. She didn’t deserve any of his softness or support. She had put his career in jeopardy. And Dara’s, too.

“It’s okay,” Logan insisted in her silence.

“Stop saying ‘it’s ok’,” she all but snapped. “I hate that.”

It was just as annoying as “How are you?” She had a breakdown. How did everyone think she was? And it was all said in the same soft tone, with the same stupid soft look in their eyes and ugh! It was all just so…nice. As if everyone was worried she really was as fragile as glass. Hadn’t she proven, despite everything she had been through over the years, that she was strong? Adaptable? Capable?

“But it is.”

“No, it’s not!” Rhuben pulled her knees to her chest. She pulled her hand out of Logan’s to wrap her arms around her knees, she lifted a thumb to her mouth and started biting down on the nail. “This is...” Rhuben shook her head, her words dying on her lips.

Unacceptable. 

Unprofessional 

Your outburst was inexcusable. 

That voice could’ve been harsher. It had always used to be harsher in the past. Always lurking at the back of her mind, waiting to jump out and tell her exactly what she was doing wrong, or how she wasn’t good enough. Always at just the right time. She didn’t know when, but at some point that voice had changed. It was no longer the deep, sneering, low drawl of Robert. Now it was too much like her own voice. Or maybe it had always been that way, feeding off of Robert’s words, and now that he was gone, it was just making itself heard.

Logan frowned, watching the crease that formed between Rhuben’s eyebrows as she fell silent. Watched how her eyes squinted slightly. How, at the same time, her face went blank. He recognized that look now. It was one that came to her face when the intrusive thoughts were starting in. When she became calculating. When, if she wasn’t stopped fast enough, her thoughts could take her into a tailspin.

“A blip. That’s all. Just a blip,” Logan reassured her, messing with a thread on he bedspread. “You know how quickly these things blow over. Look at all that stuff with Gustavo and Belgium. No one really remembers any of that happened.” He gave her a reassuring smile. “We’re all more worried about you than our cameo. Ok?”

Rhuben shook her head. “No,” she said flatly. “Not ok.” It was impossible to ignore how small she felt. Embarrassed. She embarrassed herself, her family, everyone that worked at Phoenix Records, Big Time Rush, Roque Records, and the producers at CoCo.0 to boot.

Logan sighed through his nose, feeling his shoulders drop. Both with the weight of sympathy for his friend and frustration of not knowing what to say. Or how to say it. Or what was even the right thing to say right now. In a way, he could understand it; the embarrassment of Gustavo’s slip up with Belgium, not to mention their gaffe with the pitched reality show, and the bad press with the proposed idea that Lucy’s angry-rock songs were about Kendall; Carlos allegedly taking his anger out his anger on older women; and Logan’s affinity for robbing older women. Only James managed a scandal that put eyes on the band in a good way.

“Just…please, never do that again,” Logan said quietly.

Rhuben scoffed through her nose. “Which part?” she asked, flickering her blue eyes towards him. “The not eating part? The not telling anyone part? Or the disappearing part?”

“All of it.” He had gone over the past years so many times. How hadn’t he noticed? He could spot a developing cold or flu from a mile away for crying out loud. Or had he become more caught up in the glamorous Hollywood lifestyle that he lost sight of his dream? Or was it just so normal in Los Angeles, New York, and this industry, to keep in top shape, and eat the right thing and follow the right diet, that he didn’t notice? Or maybe he didn’t want to see it. Or was he still annoyed that James knew before him? And he was supposed to be her best friend.

Or as was the case as he came to find out in his readings, is that it all came down to the fact that she didn’t want anyone to notice.

He bobbed his head back and forth. “The blowup part wasn’t that great, either.”

It had really come out of nowhere, and just at quickly had finished. In the silence following, the Jacksons quickly left the set, and went low contact with everyone just as fast. No call backs, texts weren’t responded to, and for a family that usually had everyone around to their home, they weren’t wanting any visitors, either.

The incident. Six million views. Across all platforms. Because she forgot that everyone had cell phones glued to their hands.

Her lips pressed into a tight line.

Often, she’d been told she was too clinical, her humor too dry, smiles too rare. That’s just how she was at work. No nonsense. Get work done now and play hard later. Her mind was usually just on her work. Others thought she was an ice queen. Or a bitch if they were more blunt. And, boy, was she blunt when telling Dara’s stepmother everything that was wrong about her and how controlling she was.

Los Angeles was where dreams came true. And Rhuben did whatever she could to help her and her siblings reach that dream. To be the best. To go as far as they could with their music the way they wanted. No one would take that away from them. And she wouldn’t let anyone take it away from her friends. It was born out of protectiveness; she couldn’t sit by watching another rising star get their dreams crushed and ground into dirt before it even had the opportunity to be thought up. Especially not by an overbearing, evil, witch of a step-mother like Dara’s. She had spent enough years witnessing that kind of treatment first-hand and she wasn’t going to stand by and watch an up-and-coming star like Dara Washington’s exuberance get ground into the dust before she even had a chance in the industry.

Rhuben hum-laughed. That was just how she was. She made sure everyone else was ok. She got her work done. She did everything to the best of her ability. She did everything as close to perfect as she could make it. She met every deadline and expectation thrown at her. All the while keeping her thoughts and feelings to herself until it came out in one blow up of carefully crafted words and anger. She didn’t want anyone outside of family to know she was in treatment, not even her closest friends.

“Sorry, Logie, I can’t promise you that.”

Logan grabbed the abandoned pillow and hugged it to his own chest. “Which part?” he asked, starting to play with the tag on the side.

“Any of it.”

Logan let out a low chuckle. “Yeah, didn’t think you could. Not now, anyway. I mean that what therapy is for, right? To get you to that point?”

“And outpatient treatment,” Rhuben agreed with a nod. She unfolded herself and settled back into the rest of her pillows, crossing her arms over her chest. She swallowed, staring up at the ceiling. “Yeah, got it in one. Something like that, anyway. It’ll be all about how not meeting expectations isn’t failing, and that no one will think less of me if things aren’t perfect. How to not get sucked in by all the pressure.”

Logan silently nodded. That he could understand. That overwhelming pressure that had been on and off ever since he, Kendall, James, and Carlos got to Los Angeles. The right songs had to be put on the album in the right order with the right person singing the right part to make a great album. Then their marketing strategy had to be top notch; interviews, television appearances, social media posts, collaborations, cameos. On and on and on. Doing more and more and more for the chance at fame.

Sometimes Logan wondered if it all was worth it; doing whatever you could for an industry that didn’t love you as much as you loved it. As he looked over at Rhuben’s solemn expression, he knew when it came to people in his life, it always was.

-

Tag List: @partiallypearl

[ithinkyouhealedmyheart]

Ghostwriter ch 21

Unbetad Unedited Unhinged || AO3 Wattpad

Character(s): Kendall Knight, James Diamond, Carlos Garcia, Mercedes Griffin, Curt Haverfield, Calliope Anderson oc, Addison Tate oc, Veronica Clark oc, TJ Miller oc

Pairing(s): Kendall Knight/Original Female Character, Kendall Knight & James Diamond & Carlos Garcia & Logan Mitchell, Kendall Knight & Jennifer Knight, Mercedes Griffin/Original Male Character

Word Count: 6065

Mercedes jumped on the opportunity for TJ to stay in L.A. for a week with the rest of Ronnie’s friends. It took a bit more convincing than it should have to convince her dad to let her go on a date that night. TJ was scared when he met Arthur Griffin because he had such an intimidating air around him. Mercedes took him to that fancy restaurant Curt talked about a while ago. 

“Uh, Mercedes… I think I’m underdressed.” TJ mumbled, averted his gaze, and looked at the floor. Everyone was wearing suits with ties. He was ashamed of borrowing nice clothes from her father. 

“Nonsense! You look lovely.” Mercedes patted his arm. “Dad won’t mind if I let you borrow one of his suits.” 

A woman in a black boxy dress with red hair slicked back was writing something down at the hostess stand. TJ looked away. He didn’t want to peek by accident. It was most likely table numbers and reservations. He glanced at Mercedes. She was wearing a sparkly pink dress paired with pink heels. Her wavy blonde hair was pulled from her face and cascaded down her shoulders. Mercedes had only sent an initial photo of herself when they started talking over text to confirm she was real. TJ hadn’t forgotten when his breath caught in his throat. Part of him was scared that she was a middle-aged woman, but he was grateful she was his age. TJ managed to pull his dreadlocks into a ponytail to keep them out of his face while eating. His thumb rubbed over her knuckles. TJ didn’t want to forget what holding hands with his girlfriend felt like. He never wanted this week to end. The last thing he wanted to do was return to Vermont. Some of the guys on the football team teased him about his online relationship. For once, he wanted to prove he had a girlfriend. 

“Hello, do you have a reservation?” 

“We do!” Mercedes chirped. “Under the name Griffin.” 

“Oh.” The woman’s eyes widened. “I’m so sorry I didn’t notice sooner, Ms. Griffin. We have the perfect spot for you,” The hostess grabbed the anxiously. “If you could follow me.” She smiled sheepishly as she led the two to their table. 

“Your family must be popular,” TJ leaned slightly to whisper in the blonde’s ear. 

“Of course we are. My father is one of the top three CEOs in the country.” Mercedes giggled behind her hand. “I’m baffled how you’ve never heard of RCM CBT Globalnet Sanyoid.” 

“It’s not like there are that many stores in Stow, and I doubt your father wants to put merchandise in the middle of nowhere without guarantee it would sell.” TJ tugged on his collar. Arthur Griffin had a thinner neck than his, and the fabric was chaffing. 

Their table was smack dab in the middle of the restaurant. TJ’s eyes widened when he noticed the white tablecloth and the candle in a decorative glass holder. This place was far more expensive than he thought it would be. He had been very anxious about the price, but now he was sweating bullets. How could he afford to pay for their meal? Was this a bad idea? Would Mercedes shame and laugh at him? 

TJ carefully slid out the chair for Mercedes. He was afraid of scraping the chair legs against the hardwood floor. He carefully pushed her chair in and then hesitantly pulled his chair out. Every movement was calculated. The last thing he wanted to do was break something and find out he owed thousands of dollars. Mercedes noticed TJ’s hesitance as she unfolded her napkin. She would have inspected her silverware but refrained once she realized how uncomfortable he was. 

“Are you okay?” 

“I… I’ve never been to a place like this before,” TJ confessed. 

“That’s okay! It’s not as fancy as you think it is, trust me.” She attempted to reassure him. 

“There are restaurants fancier than this?” 

“Of course there are, but I would never be able to get into them even if I made a reservation under my father's name because they require a certain etiquette.” 

“Why did you use your dad's name for the reservation?” 

“I wanted to show you the best treatment tonight, silly!” Mercedes opened her menu. Her eyes darted around to each item. 

“Oh…” TJ paused when he opened his menu. No prices were listed, which made him sweat even more. By the night's end, he would be nothing but a puddle of football player goo. 

“Sweetie, you’re getting pale.” Mercedes was concerned. She lowered her menu to observe her boyfriend. His jaw was clenched tight, and he had such a firm grip on the menu that his knuckles turned white. This was the only restaurant near his hotel that she could think of. Was this that bad of an idea? 

“They don’t list any prices…” TJ mumbled. His eyes were bulging out of his head. 

“Oh, honey, you don’t have to worry about prices. I convinced Daddy to pay for our dinner,” 

TJ tensed up, and Mercedes bit the inside of her cheek. 

“I’m sorry. You’re not comfortable. I should have noticed. We can go somewhere else–” Mercedes closed her menu and scooted her chair from the table. 

“No, no. It’s fine. We can eat here. You don’t have to get up and leave because of me.” TJ reached for the complimentary water glass and downed it like a shot of alcohol. 

“Are you sure?” The blonde socialite raised a brow. “Because if you’re only saying that to make me happy–” 

“Mercedes,” TJ reached across the table and took her hand. “I promise I won’t let prices get in the way of us having a lovely evening.” 

Heat rose to Mercedes' face, and she flushed. The tips of her ears turned red. She squeezed TJ’s hands gently and smiled brightly. 

“In that case, I promise we’ll go somewhere more comfortable for you.” She tucked hair behind her ear and looked away. TJ was so sweet! How could she not fall madly in love with him? 

“It doesn’t matter where we go as long as I’m with you.” 

All thoughts in her head dissipated like vapor. She stared at TJ, and her face got redder. Embarrassed, she covered her face with her menu. None of the guys she previously dated, including Big Time Rush, were this sincere. What did she do to meet TJ? No. What did she do to deserve him? Mercedes couldn’t focus on the words on her menu. Their waiter came by, and they both ordered fountain soda. The waiter walked away when they said they needed more time with the menu. 

“So, have you lived in Los Angeles all your life?” TJ coughed awkwardly. 

“Of course! Born and raised in Los Angeles. I watched my parents get divorced and then watched my dad get married to a younger woman. You know how rich people are, right?” 

“Oh. I didn’t–” 

“It’s okay!” She waved away his concern. “I expect it. I’m waiting for the day my father divorces his current wife for someone even younger.” A shiver ran down her spine. “He says I need a mother as if nannies haven’t looked after me since I was little.” 

“So, when you say your dad is one of the top three CEOs in the world, you mean he’s that rich?” 

“Was I not clear about that?” Mercedes tilted her head. “Well, he’s been trying to improve his status, so he’ll be number two shortly.” 

“I didn’t know your family was that wealthy…” TJ looked down at the table. 

“Yeah, it’s not like I need a wealthy boyfriend.” Mercedes shrugged. “Having so much money you don’t know what to do with can get boring.” 

“Boring?” TJ almost spat out his water. He dabbed around his mouth with the black napkin and tried to cough quietly. “Sorry– It’s boring?” 

“Don’t worry, I can buy you whatever you want–” “I don’t want you to buy me whatever I want.” TJ interrupted her. “That wouldn’t– I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you bought me anything. That– That’s my job.” What his father told him was floating around in the front of his mind. 

“I hardly think it’s anyone's job. It doesn’t matter as long as we enjoy each other’s company.” 

“Yeah,” TJ nodded. “It’s just my dad– he always taught me to be a gentleman.” 

“Ugh. Don’t get me started on all that gentlemen crap.” Mercedes groaned. 

“If someone has to say they’re a gentleman, then they aren’t…” TJ scratched the nape of his neck. 

Out of the corner of her eye, Mercedes noticed Ronnie and Curt. They were more than likely on a date, but it was a coincidence that they were at the same restaurant. Mercedes couldn’t help but be happy that her new best friend was hitting it off great with Curt. Initially, she was nervous that Ronnie and Curt wouldn’t get along. If they didn’t get along, she always had another hockey player on her phone, but they already knew each other. Mercedes wasn’t surprised that Kendall and Ronnie knew each other. Her father liked the song she wrote, and Gustavo wouldn’t think about firing her if he wanted to stay in Griffin’s good graces. 

It was good to know that her best friend was as happy as she was. Of course, she would have to thank Ronnie for giving her TJ’s number, but nothing could convey her gratitude. Looking for genuine love with L.A. boys was hard because they all wanted someone pretty or famous. Mercedes knew she was gorgeous, but that wasn’t the problem. The only thing that made her semi-famous was her name. If she were born to anyone else, she wouldn’t have the kind of recognition she already has. In the back of her mind, she wondered if TJ would be like every guy she’s met. But how could he be if he was someone new? The socialite just knew this relationship would be different. She had confidence this one would be different. 

“Are you okay?” TJ asked. 

Mercedes hadn’t noticed the conversation fell flat or that she went silent. She blinked twice, reached for the ordered soda, and sipped from the straw. She averted her gaze. He sounded so concerned. It was surprising how much he already cared, but maybe that was the difference between the romantic culture in Vermont and California. It was a big gamble to throw herself out there and take a shot with someone across the country, but even though this was their first date, Mercedes didn’t regret a thing. 

“I’ve never been better.” The blonde coughed when the soda went down the wrong way. 

“Okay,” TJ couldn’t hide his anxiety, but he was thankful he wasn’t the only one. 

Then, something crossed his mind, and his heart dropped. 

“You look gorgeous in that dress.” How could he have been so stupid? He forgot to compliment her, and TJ mentally facepalmed. 

Mercedes squeaked and looked away again. 

“Thank you– You… You look good, even though you had to borrow the clothes.” Her voice shook. She felt so vulnerable as if he could see into her soul or something. It was weird to feel like the existence of her being was laid bare before him. 

“I’ll remember to bring dress clothes when I visit next time,” TJ chuckled. 

“Next time?” Mercedes' eyes widened. “You’ll visit again?” 

“Of course. I like it here compared to Vermont. It’s sunny and warm most days, but I wouldn’t really trade Stowe traffic for Los Angeles traffic.” TJ scratched his chin. “I think that’s the only thing that would keep me from ever moving here.” 

“Move here?” Mercedes’ breath hitched in her throat. “Why– Why would you want to move here?” 

“I know it’s too soon to say, but if this gets serious between us, I would want to be closer to you,” TJ stated. He furrowed his brows in confusion. “Do you want this to get serious?” 

Mercedes giggled awkwardly but couldn’t hide the blush on her face. She knew one thing: she wanted to keep him for as long as possible. 

Addison had the songwriter borrow one of her dresses. The green-haired girl was highly uncomfortable in the black dress and matching heels. She was surprised Addison had anything like this in her dresser, much less anything she had packed for the trip. Ronnie never liked dresses and skirts because they left her legs bare. She would wear leggings or tights if possible, but unfortunately, Ronnie didn’t have tights on her hand, and neither did Addison.  The restaurant was bone-chillingly cold, and the dress had straps, not sleeves, which put her arms on display. 

She was ashamed of her arms mainly because she didn’t look like the other girls in Los Angeles. Ronnie was three inches taller than the average, and she wasn’t some skinny blonde who looked terrific in bathing suits. The songwriter never liked comparing herself to others because she didn’t seem like everyone else, but not in appearance. Her mind became an echo chamber, and she noticed how Curt looked behind her instead of at her. Maybe he was looking at a prettier girl. It would be for the best anyway. He needed someone to show off to the media, and no one would be proud to show her off to the press. 

“You look lovely,” 

Ronnie stared at him confusedly. Although she didn’t like her arms or stretch marks, her dress wasn’t her style. She didn’t feel like herself in this little black dress or the matching black heels. Could he not see how uncomfortable she was? Could he not tell that this dress didn’t feel like something she could proudly wear? The black dress didn’t match her. It wasn’t like she could blame him, honestly. Although they’d known each other for two months, it was as if they didn’t know each other. Or Ronnie felt distant from him. She wouldn’t be surprised if Curt were distancing himself from her. He already didn’t like her friends from home. Absentmindedly, she twirled a strand of hair around her finger. 

“Hello? Earth to Ronnie?” Curt gingerly touched her hand, and she jumped. 

“What– Thank you,” she shifted uncomfortably in the chair. 

“Are you thinking about work again?” 

Curt tried to roll his eyes subtly, but he failed. Ronnie scratched her arm anxiously and shook her head. What was wrong with her? Why was she so awkward? In the back of her mind, she knew it was because Curt typically talked the entirety of their date, but he was oddly quiet. She didn’t like the shift in the atmosphere or his mood. She did something wrong. That had to be it. Whatever error Ronnie made was the only explanation for how different he was acting. 

“I’m sorry,” the apology flew out of her mouth before she could think about it. 

“For what?” Curt raised a brow. 

“Didn’t I do something wrong?” Ronnie furrowed her brows. “You’ve been acting weird.” 

“What? No,” Curt sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. Why would you think that?” 

“You’re quieter and… The atmosphere feels wrong.” 

“The atmosphere feels wrong?” Curt didn’t mean to sound so annoyed, but he couldn’t help but think it came out that way. Part of him couldn’t help but wonder if she meant she had done something wrong. Why would she bring it up otherwise? 

“Forget it,” Ronnie looked away. “It’s nothing. It’s not important.” 

“Well,” Curt heaved a sigh. “You were thinking about work, so what happened?” 

“We don’t have to talk about work–” 

“That’s the only thing you talk about.” Curt deadpanned. 

Ronnie paused. She was taken aback. Perhaps she did something that hurt him. Why couldn’t he tell her what he was upset about? Was he pretending everything was okay for her sake? Curt cleared his throat and tugged at his collar. For the most part, their dinner was excellent. It was nice to spend time with each other as a couple. Lately, everything had been so hectic because of their schedules, but they finally had a chance to see each other that matched their schedules. 

“Okay,” Ronnie took a steady breath. “How was practice? Do your teammates treat you well?” 

“Practice is okay. Considering my teammates are all older than me, I’m essentially the team little brother.” Curt shrugged and poked at his chicken parmesan. 

“Which means they give you noogies and jokingly steal your stuff?” Ronnie leaned forward. She engaged in the conversation even though Curt didn’t think she cared. 

“I guess? They’re like my older brothers. Do you not have siblings?” 

“No. My parents were in their forties when they had me.” 

“Forties?” Curt spat out his drink. Ronnie flinched and grabbed her napkin to wipe her arm. “I knew your father was old, but I didn’t think he was that old.” 

“Hey,” The songwriters' shoulders tensed. “It barely crosses my mind…” 

“My mom is in her forties, but your dad is in his sixties.” 

“Curt.” Ronnie’s face grew warm. Was he making fun of her dad? 

“Sorry, sorry.” He wiped his mouth on the black napkin. “I’m just surprised, is all. Typically, we’re expected to have young children in North Carolina.” 

“So, if we ever got married, we would have to…” Ronnie trailed off. She couldn’t say it aloud. Much less. She didn’t even want to think about it. 

“Married? What? No,” Curt spit his drink out again. “We haven’t known each other for that long.” 

“Oh.” Ronnie blinked twice. “I figured since we’re almost eighteen and this seems like something that would last… No, ignore me.” She shook her head as if to shake the thoughts away. 

“Ronnie, we’re seventeen.” Curt chuckled. “We can think about marriage in a couple of years if we last.” 

The songwriter felt her heart deflate. She couldn’t understand why her heart dropped but wished she didn’t take this personally. It was anything against her. If anything, Curt wanted to be with her, but it still… hurt. Maybe this was her fault for getting attached so quickly or thinking he could be the one. She stabbed her steak with her fork idly. The rest of the date was a blur. This high-pitched ringing settled between her ears as she leaned against Curt in the backseat of the car. She watched herself out of her body. It was as if her head was underwater, and everything was muffled. The car door shut behind her, and she shuffled into the PalmWoods like a zombie. The elevator opened and took her to the third floor quickly. It probably felt quick because she wanted to stay in bed with her friends. 

The door to 3G opened and closed. Ronnie heaved a sigh and ran a hand down her face. She was tired and upset. Her bedroom door swung open, scaring the shit out of her. Addison and Callie pushed through the doorway excitedly. 

“What happened?” Addison asked, barely able to contain the smile on her face. 

“Is everything okay?” Callie asked quietly. 

“Yeah, yeah. Everything’s fine,” Ronnie ran a shaky hand through her hair. “Can I put pajamas on before we debrief?” 

“Go ahead,” Addison took a step away. 

Her bedroom door closed behind her, and Ronnie fell face-first on her bed. She lay there for a couple of minutes. The coziness of her bed was inviting and comforting. Rolling onto her back, she stared up at the ceiling. She messed up royally. Maybe she shouldn’t have mentioned marriage or at least apologized for her error. Her heart was heavy in her chest, and she wanted to think logically about this, but sadness washed over her like a tidal wave. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, and she sat up. Hastily wiping her face without regard for makeup, she stood up and pulled open her dresser drawers. 

Callie and Addison lounged on the beige couch in the living room, watching some random channel on television. The songwriter was in her room longer than they preferred, but this could only mean one thing. She was decompressing. For as long as they’ve known Ronnie, she wasn’t socially inept, but she had a hard time doing things that made her uncomfortable. It wasn’t like she could make them uncomfortable, either. Addison described it as Ronnie’s “social battery.” And when Ronnie needs to recharge, it’s advisable to stay away until she’s ready. 

The green-haired girl laid the dress on her bed and crumpled to the floor. She held her knees against her chest and stared blankly at her phone. She texted Curt, hoping he got home safe, but he hadn’t replied in a few minutes. It wasn’t that she would wait by her phone for a response, but she at least wanted recognition that he wasn’t mad at her. She wanted to be guaranteed she didn’t make him angry or hurt him. Her first “boyfriend,” Craig, wasn’t like this. Then again, he kept his distance, and they only held hands while walking. Of course, at the time, they were about thirteen, so it made sense that the only thing they did was hold hands. Maybe it was the teenage hormones or her racing thoughts, but Ronnie wanted to know if she was desired. Would Curt throw her away for the next girl, given the chance? Wouldn’t they last? Ronnie, so severely, wanted them to last. To be a high school sweetheart with someone she just met was a thrilling idea. Perhaps she had been reading one too many romance novels. Maybe she built up this idea of him in her head, and it was finally crashing down. 

Her bedroom door opened, and Ronnie shuffled out. The hardwood floor was freezing, and her black socks didn’t provide enough protection from the cold, but she pulled a smile on her face and sat between her friends on the couch. Addison propped her elbow on the back of the sofa, resting her cheek on her palm. 

“So, how was the date?” The blonde grinned from ear to ear. 

“It was okay.” 

“Okay?” Callie furrowed her brows. “What did he do?” 

“Nothing. He didn’t do anything.” Ronnie sighed and threw her head back. “But, maybe I did something or said something wrong.” 

“What could you say that’s so wrong?” Addison frowned. “It sounds like he upset you.” 

“No.” Ronnie groaned and slid off the couch slightly. “I did something wrong. I had to have done something.” 

“Okay…” Callie hesitated. “What did you do wrong?” 

“I don’t know!” Ronnie whined. “But he’s been acting weird, and I can’t help but think it’s my fault because why else wouldn’t he be acting weird!” 

“Oh, sweetie.” Addison’s frown deepened, and she pulled Ronnie into a side hug. “It’s going to be okay. If you did something to bother Curt, he would tell you.” 

“I think it’s because I mentioned marriage…” Ronnie mumbled, playing with the hem of her oversized t-shirt. 

“You mentioned marriage?” Both girls gasped. 

“What? Isn’t dating supposed to be where you find your forever partner? It’s just courting, and humans have courted each other for centuries!” 

“No guy wants to hear about marriage.” Addison petted Ronnie’s hair. “Especially not at this age.” 

“But, what’s the point if you don’t want to spend the rest of your life with the one?” Ronnie frowned and shrunk in on herself. 

Callie and Addison exchanged knowing glances. Callie knew this would eventually become an issue for her friend. The two girls hugged Ronnie from either side, leaning their heads on her shoulders. 

“For all you know, Curt could be the one,” Callie spoke softly. “But, it’s best not to worry about who you want to spend the rest of your life with.” She chuckled. 

“Our lives have barely started to worry about all the other stuff,” Addison added. 

“But, isn’t marriage this big deal?” Ronnie furrowed her brows. “There was a reason why people married young ages ago. Why is it such a bad thing now?” 

“Times have changed,” Addison sighed and took Ronnie’s hand. “But, it’s sweet you’re trying to find the person you want to spend your life with.” The blonde glanced at Callie, who had her eyes closed. “Not many people think about the long term,” 

Ronnie couldn’t sleep. She wouldn’t rest until whatever was between her and Curt was resolved. Unfortunately, this meant she was up all night waiting for her boyfriend to text her back after she sent him several texts asking if he was okay, if they could talk, or if he was mad at her. Addison decided it would be best to spend the day with Ronnie while Callie familiarized herself with Los Angeles. Addison braided Ronnie’s hair to keep it out of her face, and her blonde hair was in a high ponytail. Since Addison couldn’t watch Big Time Rush rehearse, she sat in the hallway. Ronnie shuffled into the dance studio and squinted at the bright lights. She was confused when Gustavo said she had to follow the guys there. She hadn’t set foot near the dance studio for the last month or so. Kendall, Logan, James, and Carlos wore grey shirts and sweatpants. 

A man in a sparkly gold cropped jacket, wearing a black leotard, black sweatpants, and a pink and grey sweatband around his forehead, turned to look at her. He clicked his tongue and shook his head. Ronnie didn’t know who he was, and she tensed up when he approached her. 

“No, no, no. When you walk into a room, you need to be flowing with confidence!” He gently pushed her shoulders back and adjusted her posture. Ronnie squeaked and froze like a deer in headlights. James told her about their dance instructor several times, but she never met him. 

Mr. X wasn’t that bad, but she did not want him to fix her posture again. Not until she was more acquainted with him. 

“Good, now get in line.” He clapped his hands together. 

Ronnie fell in line next to Logan, who did not look happy. 

“If it makes you feel better, I’m not the best dancer.” Logan leaned over and whispered to her. 

“That helps a little…” Ronnie nodded slowly. 

She wasn’t looking forward to learning the choreography with the guys, but she couldn’t disobey Gustavo. He had a temper, and she liked her job. It seemed like Logan was a far better dancer than she thought, which meant she was the worst dancer of the five of them. Although dancing wasn’t what she was hired for, she couldn’t wrap her head around why Gustavo wanted her to learn the choreography. Maybe he wanted her to help the guys rehearse outside of work? Or perhaps it was because they were on a time crunch. It had been two days since she and the producer finished another song. It seemed like the album was going to be completed before the deadline. At least, Ronnie hoped the album was finished early. But part of her worried about whether she would return to Vermont once the album was done. 

She built a life for herself in Los Angeles rather quickly, and if that were to come tumbling down, then what would she be without songwriting? Music was her livelihood. Songwriting ran through her veins and made her heartbeat in her ribcage. What was she without songwriting? Could she be anything without songwriting? Ronnie couldn’t forget about everything in Los Angeles. She couldn’t return to her quiet life in Stowe when she could make a name among the city's bright lights. 

“Woah!” 

Ronnie wasn’t thinking when she crashed into Kendall. Her caught her swiftly and chuckled awkwardly. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah.” Ronnie nodded and found stable footing. “Sorry, I got stuck in my head.” 

“You look sad,” Kendall noted. “What were you thinking about–” 

“Less talking, more practicing!” Mr. X snapped his finger. 

Ronnie and Kendall stood at attention and stared wide-eyed at their instructor. 

“It appears we have someone even less experienced than Logan,” Mr. X frowned and shook his head. “But, alas, Gustavo said he would X-double my salary.” 

The tips of her ears tinted red, and she thought everyone was looking at her. It didn’t help that she could see their reflections in the mirror. Her mother had signed her up for ballet class once, and she hated every minute. In a way, the dance studio reminded her of the ballet studio in the basement. The mere thought of the dim lighting and the mirror on the wall made her skin crawl. The pink leotard was the worst. 

“You,” Mr. X pointed to Kendall. He grabbed the blonde’s upper arm and pulled him forward. “You will teach the girl the choreography. Maybe learning from a peer will help,” The Asian man wasn’t being mean on purpose. He took his job seriously. 

“Okay…” Kendall cleared his throat. 

As much as he didn’t like being put on the spot like this, he tried to shove that to the back of his mind. It would help anyone if he panicked and forgot the choreography, but it was as if every thought in his mind dissipated. Although he felt awkward dancing in front of his friends, he tried his best to recreate the steps Mr. X taught them despite how good he was at dancing. Ronnie had already lost her train of thought as she watched him. Her thoughts derailed themselves, and before she knew it, she was thinking about that dream she had when she was sick. Oddly enough, the lighting made her think of the ballroom. But why was she thinking about that dream again? 

Everything went quiet, and she realized Mr. X was looking at her expectantly. She hadn’t paid attention to Kendall’s dancing and was lost in her thoughts. Hesitantly, she tried to repeat what the dance instructor had been teaching her, but she tripped on her shoelace, which somehow united itself. Ronnie had never been that good of a dancer. Her aunt described her as someone with two left feet. Her aunt teased her so frequently about her inability to dance that she refused to dance at social functions, making her look awkward and lonely. She didn’t mind sitting alone as long as she didn’t subject herself to ridicule if she tried to dance. Likewise, she was expecting the same ridicule from anyone in the room, but no one snickered or whispered under their breath. Mr. X was disappointed, but he didn’t speak of his disappointment, which sewed a seed of fear into the pit of her stomach. 

All five of them were sweating and whining as they left the dance studio. Hair stuck to Ronnie’s forehead, and her sweatshirt hung around her shoulders. Addison looked up from her phone and raised a brow. 

“Was it that bad?” 

“I don’t want to dance again…” Logan whined. 

“That answers my question.” Addison giggled. 

Ronnie collapsed into one of the chairs and covered her face with her sweatshirt. Like the guys, she was covered in sweat from head to toe, but there was no doubt in her mind that her shirt wasn’t covered in sweat stains. 

“Heads up, citrus fruit water.” The songwriter knew Kendall would toss it to her for some reason. She pulled her sweatshirt off her face and caught the water. Considering it was tinted orange and the furniture in Rocque Records was white, it would be horrible if the water stained it. 

“Are dance rehearsals always this… Intense?” Ronnie sat up and unscrewed the cap. “I do not remember dance classes as a kid being this bad,” 

“Mr. X is X-treme,” James said, crossing his arms to make an X. “That’s his gimmick,” 

“He needs a new gimmick.” Logan groaned. He lounged across the couch, chest rising and falling erratically in an attempt to catch his breath. 

“I think his gimmick sounds fun!” Addison chirped. “Mr. X… That name sounds so flashy!” 

“Wait, when did she get here?” Carlos barely lifted his head. He was lying on the ground. 

“I’ve always been here,” Addison chuckled. “As Ronnie’s best friend, I can’t leave her alone in an unfamiliar place.” 

“Unfamiliar? She’s been here two months.” Kendall furrowed his brows. “Is this an excuse to hang out with the band?” 

“Not everything is about you,” Addison scoffed. “I’m here to provide emotional support!” Addison grinned from ear to ear. She placed her hands on Ronnie’s shoulders. “Last night, her date didn’t go so well, and I doubt any of you could provide an increment of emotional support.” 

“Hey!” James frowned. He took the most offense. “Is it because we’re guys?” 

“No, no.” Addison shook her head. “I’ve known her longer and would know the best way to help her.” 

“She’s the mom-friend,” Ronnie said after drinking half the citrus-flavored fruit water. She put the bottle down on the side table and fanned herself. 

“I wouldn’t call myself the mom-friend, but I just– I’m protective of Ronnie, I guess…” Addison smiled sheepishly and played with the songwriter’s hair absentmindedly. 

“Then, I tell her she doesn’t have to worry about me so much,” 

It was like they had been through this explanation a million times over. Carlos, James, Logan, and Kendall exchanged confused looks. They would never understand teenage girl friendships. 

“What do we have planned for the rest of the day?” Ronnie asked. “Because the last thing I want to do is get up from this chair.” 

“We have to practice our vocals,” Carlos pouted. 

“Yeah, and Gustavo will be upset we’re out of breath and tired.” Logan frowned. 

“Can’t you ask him for a break?” Addison asked. 

“This is our break,” James said as he stretched like a cat. 

“Oh.” The blonde girl blinked twice. “Okay,” 

“Usually, we spend our break in the cafeteria.” Kendall sat on the floor. He leaned against the chair James was occupying. “But I don’t want to get up either.” 

“I think you guys are being a little dramatic.” Kelly chastised as she walked past. “We need our choreography to be perfect for Griffin when he asks for the finalized album.” 

“That’s practically in two weeks!” Ronnie cried. “Gustavo and I are going as fast as we can,” 

“Yes, but a lot still needs to get done. Welcome to showbiz,” Kelly patted Ronnie’s arm. “You’re needed in recording studio A,” she said, looking down at her watch. “Twenty minutes.” 

A chorus of groans responded to her statement, and Kelly walked away, her heels clicking on the linoleum floor. Addison furrowed her brows and scratched her chin. 

“How do I get you guys energized?” She looked around the area as if it would give her any hints. “Sandwiches! Would sandwiches help?” 

“You don’t have to–” 

“I want to help!” Addison interrupted Ronnie. “After an extreme workout, you need fuel. You’ve already tried to cool down with water, so now, you need food!” 

James whined in response, and he threw his head back. 

“Coach always says you can’t expect your body to do much on an empty stomach.” Addison’s eyes sparkled. “I’ll be right back!” Her sneakers skidded on the floor as she raced down the hallway. 

“Your friend is so peppy,” Carlos commented. 

“She has to be. She’s a cheerleader,” Ronnie responded. 

“You’re friends with a cheerleader?” Kendall’s brows shot up to his hairline. “What’s next? You’re friends with a football player?” 

“Yes, actually. TJ is a football player and my friend.” Ronnie sat up and leaned against the arm of the chair. “Most of the people I’m friends with have shared classes with me for a while.” 

“What? So, were new students ever introduced?” Kendall leaned forward. 

“Not really,” Ronnie shrugged. “Not many people move to Stowe, Vermont, unless they want to escape the city.” 

“You were in a small town?” Carlos asked. “Cool!” 

“It was small,” Ronnie laughed. “I lived within walking distance of the high school, and the high school was within walking distance of  my job at the ice rink.” 

“Wait, wait, wait.” Kendall’s eyes widened. “You worked at an ice rink, but you’ve never been ice skating?” 

“I never had time. I always went from school to work and then home.” Ronnie scratched the nape of her neck. “It wasn’t like I had a problem with that schedule. I was content with the routine.”

[ceruleanmusings]

it's really funny how for twins they both have the same issue regarding their guys, re: being used as an emotional crutch for lack of a better phrase. sucks when guys do that but boy oh boy do i love the angst that comes with it! even though logan being wishy-washy makes me wanna bash his head in (in a nice way of course). i get that logan's very inexperienced but even he has to be smart enough to know it's not cool to treat people, especially your friends, like that. they really take the girls for granted but you wrote it in such a good way that has me like "welp, can't wait to see how he gets himself out of this mess!"

while i do understand rhuben's decision i'm also like "make the boy suffer! i wanna see him suffer!" 'cause he'd deserve it, just sayin'. (also, what a dick for jumping to asking about her meds and stuff. yeah, yeah, i get it, friends being concerned, but geeze! learn some tact, logie!"

loved it!

'cause i can't turn to you when it all falls apart - a rhogan fic

a/n: apparently i have no self control. as evidenced here, i have somehow managed to write a logan x rhuben fic?? idk man i just be doing things. no trigger warnings specified, but this fic centers around jealousy and anxiety over losing a friend. @raging-violets hope this is somewhat enjoyable lol! also tagging @ceruleanmusings and @happinessismagicc @myloveforhergoeson

heavily inspired by when it all falls apart by the veronicas

Everything is F'ed up straight from the heart Tell me what do you do, when it all falls apart Gotta pick myself up where do I start 'cause I can't turn to you when it all falls apart

Rhuben wanted nothing to do with this. It was selfish, she knew but watching Camille and Logan fawn over each other for the entire day as they walked around The Last Bookstore - an independent bookstore that Camille had seen in a magazine, wasn’t exactly her idea of fun. 

But she had a soft spot for the brunette boy, and he knew it. “Please Bella?” He had asked and like always, she crumbled. He was nervous about hanging out with Camille one on one, he had explained, and having Rhuben there would make it less stressful. 

Now, she was deeply resenting her choices as she sat and watched him flirt with Camille. 

The two of them flirted, handing each other books that they felt matched the other’s personality, neither one paying any attention to Rhuben, who was the awkward third wheel. 

But could she be a third wheel if they didn’t even realize she was still there? The thought of that made her nauseous. 

“I have to go pick up Sydney.” She said, standing up, finally gaining Logan’s attention. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

Logan frowned, stepping back from Camille, and following Rhuben out of the bookstore. 

“You okay?” He asked, and Rhuben scoffed. “I’m fine Logie. Go back to your date.” 

Logan’s brow furrowed. “It’s not-it’s not a date. I thought you said that you didn’t have anything to do today? That’s why you said you could come with us.” 

“Plans change mate.” Rhuben replied simply, pushing her bangs out of her eyes. Logan’s eyes didn’t leave her. 

“Are you sure? We can go to the Grove. It’s less than 30 minutes away.” 

“No Logan.” Rhuben said, her voice snapping. “I do not want to hang out with you and your girlfriend at the mall. I need to go pick up my little brother. Just drop it god!” 

Her outburst was louder than expected, and Logan’s reaction made her cringe internally. 

He shifted back slightly, like he was scared of her hitting him. She could see him realizing his actions and crossing his arms over his chest - one of his tell tale signs of anxiety. 

“Fine. If you want to talk or… whatever. Let me know.” He said, looking her up and down before walking away. 

She swallowed slowly, her eyes brimming with tears before she shook her head. She wasn’t going to cry over a boy. 

She hadn’t done so in the past, and she wasn’t starting any time soon. 

% 

Avoiding Logan was surprisingly harder than Rhuben anticipated. 

Logically, she knew that it wouldn’t be an easy task - since so much of her life was tied into her music and subsequently whatever shenanigans BTR was up to for the day. 

Plus, with Riley and Kendall being…. whatever they were now, Rhuben often found herself accompanying her sister over to the Palm Woods so she could hang out with the boys. 

Case in point, she was currently in apartment 2J, watching as Carlos attempted to eat corn dog after corn dog while Riley was somewhere off with Kendall - either pashing him or wishing that she was. 

Rhuben rolled her eyes as Carlos choked and began coughing. 

“I told you that I didn’t think that was a smart idea mate.” She told him, and after he was able to swallow, he gave her a toothy grin. “I’m fine Rhubes.” 

She shook her head, turning her attention back to her phone, scrolling back and forth between her texts and her photo gallery. A photo of her and Logan as little kids caught her eye. 

It was a blurry photo, probably taken by Logan’s mum. The two of them were in his bedroom, dressed in pyjamas. Their arms were wrapped around each other in a fierce hug as they grinned at the camera. 

She had found the photo a few months prior in one of the few photo albums that Robert hadn’t destroyed. She had taken a photo of it on her phone, not wanting to loose it. Now, she was just sitting there, staring at it.

Before she could ruminate on that further, the front door to 2J opened, and Logan and Camille came in, lips locked in an intense kiss.

Carlos snorted before wolf whistling, and Rhuben rolled her eyes as it took a moment for the couple to realize they weren't alone.

"Sorry," Logan said breathlessly, his face covered in Camille's signature red lipstick. Camille had a blooming hickey on the side of her neck.

"Having fun mate?" Rhuben asked, doing her best to keep the hurt out of her voice. It was ridiculous, she knew that, being jealous of them for no real reason. Camille giggled, wiping her mouth. "Y'know how it is."

Rhuben raised an eyebrow before nodding slowly. "Yeah. Sure. I'll see you later Carlos."

"Are you sure?" He asked, and she nodded, giving Logan one final look. He looked at her as well, and she walked out without a second thought.

%

For the rest of the week, Rhuben did her best to stay away from Logan. She avoided the apartment, the studio and even the Palm Woods as a whole.

She was being unfair and she knew it. But she’s never been good at emotional regulation and she knows if her and Logan talk about this, everything she’s feeling will spill right out.

The soft ba dum of her AIM account gets her attention as she sits at her computer. She looks up at the screen, biting down on her lip when she sees that Logan’s typing before his first message pops up.

Dr.Logan: are you mad at me?

KangaRhubes: what makes you think that?

Dr.Logan: idk, the fact that you aren’t speaking to me? or that youve been avoiding everywhere that i usually see you?

KangaRhubes: not everything is about you logiebear

Dr.Logan: well this feels like it is

KangaRhubes: it’s fine logan. just go have fun with camille or whatever.

Dr.Logan: is that what this is about? me hanging out with camille? bella, i thought you were okay with me dating her?

KangaRhubes: i am.

Dr.Logan: then why are you being so weird about us together?

Rhuben sighed, running her fingers through her hair as she typed before erasing the message. She sat there for a moment before replying.

KangaRhubes: i just don’t like being a third wheel.

Dr.Logan: third wheel? when were you third wheeling?

Rhuben snorted, rolling her eyes.

KangaRhubes: the entire day at the bookstore mate? look, i get it, you wanna hangout with your new gf. that’s fine, but don’t abandon our friendship bc of it

She logged off just as she saw Logan begin to type a response.

“God.” She mumbled under her breath, smoothing her hands over her face.

%

“You’re mad at me.” Logan said and Rhuben rolled her eyes, turning away from him.

Her best friend, could she even call him that at the moment, grabbed her arm, forcing her to turn back to face him.

“Let go of me.” She said harshly and he obliged, still continuing to speak. “I know it. But you won’t tell me why.”

“You don’t need to know everything Logan.” She told him flatly, and he scoffed. “I think I do. Especially when my best friend ignores my AIM messages for four days in a row. Seriously Bella. What’s going on? Is it your meds? Your treatment plan?”

Rhuben rolled her eyes, scoffing. “God. I’m so glad that Dr. Logan is here to diagnose me right now!”

Logan’s brow furrowed. “I’m just trying to help.”

“Yeah well your help sucks ass.” She crossed her arms over her chest, leaning against the wall. They stood there in silence before she finally spoke again.

“Fine. You want to know why I’m mad?” Logan nodded and Rhuben barrelled on.

“You invite me to a date with you and Camille. You act as if she’s the only important thing in your life. And then,” she stepped closer to him, poking a manicured purple nail into his chest, “only when I start pulling away and giving you space, you notice that I am not around as much. Do you know how unwanted that makes me feel?”

He doesn’t say anything in response and Rhuben looks down at her converse, her chest heaving and her hands shaking.

“I’m sorry.” Logan said, and she looked up at him. Brown eyes meet blue. He went to grab her hand and she stepped back, shaking her head.

“I fucked up. I know that.” He said , and she raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re my best friend Bella.”

“Doesn’t feel like it.” She replied, looking away again. “Feels like I’m just who you call when you’re too scared to make a move on the girl you really want.”

And it’s the most honest that she had been with Logan recently. Logan nodded, his hands swaying at his side. She watched him for a second before speaking.

“I just…I need some space. From you, and Camille.”

She could see the hurt flash upon his face for a split second before he schooled his expression. “Yeah. That’s okay.”

“Okay.” Rhuben said, her eyes welling up with tears. They stood there in silence for a long moment, neither of them speaking before she sighed and pulled him into a hug.

She buried her face in his shoulder as his arms wrapped around her waist. They weren’t okay. They probably wouldn’t be after all this.

But right now, she still had her best friend. For as long as she could hold onto him.

[inkameswetrust]

The Window Sill (Pt. 7)

Pairing: James Diamond x Kendall Knight

Characters: Kendall Knight, James Diamond, Logan Hortense Mitchell, Carlos Garcia, Simone Miller (OC), (The Mention Of) Brooke Diamond

Content Warnings: Fluff, BL, SFW, Slight Angst(?), Suspicions of Infidelity

Word Count: 2,954

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Kendall trembled with a red plastic lunch tray fumbling in his hands. He grimaced at the slice of pizza lying atop a flat paper plate, mocking him with its hardened sheet of crust at the bottom and cruel lack of tomato sauce. The blonde loosely gripped the miniature carton of one-percent low-fat milk in the right-hand corner of the tray and narrowed his eyes at the expiry date. One day more, and it'd be unwise to consume. He scoffed and trudged through a swarm of students until he found an available table to sit at.

Kendall plopped his tray down and leaned his left elbow onto the table. He rested his chin in his palm and gnawed at the tip of his pizza slice while recalling what he said to James the evening prior. What was he thinking by keeping James' mother's threat a secret and covering it up with a half-assed lie? Kendall's stomach began to churn, and his head drummed with a stinging pain. He dropped his slice of pizza to its plate and kneaded his fingertips into his forehead.

"Hey, Kendall," Logan chimed with a casual nod as he sat across from Kendall with a packed lunch. The blonde had barely noticed anyone had joined him. He sat there sulking at his plate and tracing the outlines of his lunch tray with his index finger.

"Uh, Kendall?" Logan continued as he waved his hand in Kendall's direction. "Hello?"

Kendall yelped with the rise of his shoulders and the rapid blink of his eyes. He raised his head from his palm and glanced at Logan bemusedly.

"Oh, hey, Logan," Kendall breathed nervously.

Logan's lips curved awkwardly, his frown asymmetrical with concern. Kendall was evidently still tense from yesterday's events, and the explanation for his abrupt departure was long overdue. Logan was worried for his friend but felt it'd be best to rip off the band-aid and start the conversation.

"So, are you gonna tell me what happened yesterday, or will you just sulk over your pizza the whole time?" Logan questioned as he zipped open his lunchbox and bit into his perfectly symmetrical peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Kendall's gaze stiffened, his pupils becoming barely visible as both pairs of eyelids came together like the closing of a drawbridge. He found it difficult to look Logan in the eye, or anyone for that matter

. His moral quandary had triggered so much distress and restlessness.

"Are you really not gonna tell me?" Logan implored, his gaze becoming more earnest and sincere as the tension began setting in.

As Kendall silently shook his head in protest, a familiar hockey-helmeted boy came tumbling over to the end of the table with a corndog crammed in his fist. He sat beside Logan with a victorious cheer on the tip of his tongue as he savored the first bite.

"I just fought three seniors and a sophomore for the last cafeteria corndog!" Carlos exclaimed, "Can you believe they aren't making more of these?"

A passing sophomore shot daggers at Carlos as he walked with a pitifully light lunch tray in his frail hands. Carlos stuck his tongue out with a playful grin and responded by saying, "You snooze, you lose, bro!"

The tension was now severe enough for Carlos to notice. His grin was wiped off his face like debris against a windshield wiper. "What's up with him?" Carlos queried as he gestured at Kendall with the tilt of his head.

Kendall sewed his lips shut, the testament to his wrongdoings bubbling inside him and starting to boil. He stiffened his joints and lowered his head. An explosion of confession was brewing inside him like a storm.

"Well?" Logan added.

"Mrs. Diamond saw me kissing James yesterday and threatened to break us up!" Kendall blurted out quickly, clenching nervous fists at either side of his lunch tray and scrunching his eyes shut, "Then I went home and lied to James about it, saying people at school saw us holding hands!!"

As Kendall snapped his eyes open and swatted over his mouth with both hands, Carlos and Logan shared an immensely shocked glance. They couldn't raise their brows any higher if they tried.

"Please don't tell James!" Kendall peeped through the cracks between his fingers, "He can never know about this."

"Kendall, we can't just sit on this. This is huge!" Logan remarked worriedly.

"Yeah! Besides, James has a right to know. This is his mom we're talking about." Carlos added.

"Are you forgetting that his mom is Brooke Diamond?" Kendall retorted with open palms, "As in the part powerful, part beautiful, and all evil business tycoon Brooke Diamond?"

Carlos and Logan shared a defeated shrug. They understood Kendall's reasoning to a certain extent but still ultimately disagreed with his decision. They couldn't support this kind of lie.

"No one can say no to her. Especially not James." Kendall sighed as he took another puny bite of his cardboard-like slice of pizza.

"That's still messed up, though..." Carlos mutters.

"So what are you suggesting I do? Tell James what happened and risk him breaking up with me 'cause he'd choose his mom over me?" Kendall snapped, "We just started dating a week ago!"

"All we're saying is either you tell him," Logan began.

"Or we will," Carlos finished.

"Tell who what?" James queried as he took a sip of his Coca-Cola can.

Kendall snapped his head back and whimpered in James' presence. His muscles tightened and tensed, triggering a sour face and lack of enthusiasm. Carlos and Logan awaited Kendall's next move, their gazes never leaving him or his nervous mannerisms.

"Uh... tell you just how much I've missed you! Haha..." Kendall stammered awkwardly as Carlos and Logan brought their palms to their foreheads with moderate thuds.

"Aww, Kendall," James cooed as he sat beside him. "I get it. I'm irresistible. I mean, who wouldn't miss this, right?"

Each boy rolled their eyes, all for seemingly different reasons. While James was none the wiser, Kendall went back and forth with Carlos and Logan, shooting mean looks of argument. They feigned innocence for James' benefit, but their earlier conversation was far from over.

As the boys silently ate their lunches and shared a myriad of awkward glares, a shrill shriek pierced the ears of all who inhabited the cafeteria. Everyone snapped their heads in the direction of that ghastly, high-pitched, nasally screech. A girl had angrily curled her fingers from her favorite v-neck cropped cardigan being stained by the careless spill of chocolate milk. Not even her bountiful hickory brown curls could shield anyone from the wrath in her gaze.

"No way... Simone Miller," Carlos breathed.

"She's going to eat that poor guy alive," Logan sighed.

"Has she... gotten prettier?" James commented, leaning his elbow onto the table and resting his chin in his palm.

"Wait, what do you mean by prettier?" Kendall panicked, narrowing his eyes on James to ensure he wasn't exchanging glances with Simone somehow.

"My amaranth pink cardi...," Simone began, clenching her fists but careful to not damage her almond-shaped acrylic nails. "You ruined it!"

The underclassman before her cowered in fear, clutching his textbook for dear life as he whimpered out the words, "I'm s-so sorry! I-It was an accident, really!"

"Do you have any idea how much this costs?!" Simone barked, slowly and menacingly sauntering toward the nameless underclassman who dared to sully her favorite 'cardi' as she so eloquently put it, "Not even your parents' pitiful mortgage could cover the cost of a replacement!"

Defeated and afraid, the underclassman scampered out of the cafeteria like a scared little pup and left the entire student body dramatizing his departure with the unsavory chorus of mocking laughter. Everyone laughed, but the four hockey players quietly contemplated Simone's actions from the distance of their lunch table.

"That poor kid," Logan commented, "He had no idea what was coming for him."

"Is it me, or has Simone gotten meaner?" Carlos added, "Like meaner than usual. I'm talking supervillain levels of mean."

"Well, word around school is she's planning a super huge party," Logan remarked, "You know how she gets when she prepares for parties. She becomes double the queen bee she normally is."

"A party? Really??" James cried as he hurriedly shifted his focus back to his friends with a frantic grin.

"Woah, woah, woah," Kendall began as he raised a wall with his palms. "Why do you care so much that Simone Miller's throwing a party? We probably won't even be invited."

"Why wouldn't I care?" James retorted with a theatric cock of his brow, "This is Simone Miller, aka the hottest girl in our entire school!"

"Ah, a twelfth-grade girl and an eleventh-grade boy," Carlos sighed as he lost himself in the bliss of wishful thinking. "D'ya think that could ever work out?"

"In your dreams, maybe," Logan teased with crossed arms, "You can't be talking like that when you're way too out of her league."

"You're out of her league!" Carlos refuted.

"No, you are!" Logan retaliated.

"No, you!" Carlos continued.

The two bickering boys went back and forth at each other until they rose from their seats and grabbed each other by the collars of their shirts. They scowled and sneered at one another, their imaginary competition for Simone's affections fueling the fire of their fury.

"Everybody, chill!" Kendall squawked as he raised his hands before Carlos or Logan could raise theirs. The two argumentative boys loosened their grips on one another and returned to their seats with childish pouts and folded arms that even a crowbar couldn't pry open. While Kendall deescalated the situation, James occupied himself by gazing at Simone. He couldn't help watching as she struggled to relinquish the stain on her cardigan with a particularly thin yet coarse napkin.

"James!" Kendall hissed in protest.

"Hm, yes? What?"

"Why are you staring at Simone??"

"I'm not staring."

"Yes, you are." Logan and Carlos replied simultaneously in an equally monotone and disapproving tone.

"Guys, I got this, "Kendall assured, quickly glancing at them before returning to James with a frenzied glare. "Yes, you were!"

"Relax, it's not what it looks like."

"Really? Because it looks like you were gawking at another girl right in front of me."

With his hands firmly atop his hips and his eyes narrowing like a one-way street, Kendall resembles his mother in how he cuts James down to size with a hostile glare.

"You don't still like her, do you?"

"What? No!"

"You better not 'cause she's coming this way."

Simone's pink pointed-toe heel pumps, her shoes of choice despite Minnesota's constant inclement weather in the fall, clacked against the floor like the ticking of a metronome as he strode in the hockey players' direction. She continued struggling with the stain sullying her cardigan, rustling the faulty brown napkin against the fabric to no avail. Simone groaned out of frustration and crumpled up the napkin as she nearly passed by the boys' table.

As she balled the napkin into her beautifully manicured fist, Simone looked up from her cardigan and saw James awkwardly attempting to play it cool in her presence. She cocked her brow, intrigued to see him and wanting to approach him.

"Hey, I know you!" Simone chimed. "Don't we have P.E. together or something? You're, like, insanely fast during warmups."

"Uh, yes, we do."

"Oh-em-gee, awesome!" Simone squeaked in her annoyingly nasally voice. "What's your name again?"

"James. James Diamond."

"Wait, as in Brooke Diamond?" Simone gasped, the possibility of Brooke being James' mom exciting her beyond belief. "Is she, like, your mom?"

"Yep, the one and only!"

"I love her! Daddy buys me Brooke Diamond's revitalizing eye cream all the time!" Simone remarked excitedly.

"The burning means it's working," James added with a pair of finger guns to punctuate his reference.

He and Simone giggled to themselves, enjoying their pleasant conversation and the unexpected benevolence they found in each other's company. From an outside perspective, their encounter was nothing but friendly. But to Kendall, it was sickening, maddening, nauseating. He couldn't bear to watch James chum it up with Simone, even if he claimed his feelings for her were long gone.

"Hey, I'm having this party Friday night. Daddy bought me a pink Corvette for my birthday, and I thought it'd be nice to celebrate," Simone suggested, twirling one of her bouncy curls around her finger. "Would you maybe wanna come?"

"Yeah, su—!" James trailed off, Kendall swatting over his mouth with his palm as he feigned a look of innocence that contradicted the venom in his tone of voice.

"Sorry, Simone, but he won't be attending your party," Kendall hissed, "Right, James?"

"Oh my gosh. What are you, like, his girlfriend or something?" Simone sneered.

James pried Kendall's palm off of his mouth with a gentle tug, letting him grumble his frustrations into oblivion as he replied, "Don't mind him. I'd love to go."

Simone clasped her hands together excitedly. At least one good thing came from her rocky start to a lunch period. Kendall brought the back of his hand to James' shoulder in a disapproving smack. This is not how he wanted things to turn out, especially not with jealousy like his. As eager as James was to attend, he acknowledged that he was on thin ice with Kendall and didn't want to lose his trust. He sighed, bitterness in Kendall's gaze conveying an entire conversation's worth of words.

"But only if you invite my buddy Kendall," James added. "We're a package deal, so it's both of us or none of me."

"Yeah!" Kendall chimed, pleasantly surprised with how James segued the conversation.

"Fine, if that's what it takes, I guess I can invite your little girlfriend, too." Simone surrendered.

"Hey!" Kendall hissed.

"Can we come too?" Carlos suggested, gesturing to himself and Logan and hoping to be graced by Simone's unexpected generosity.

Simone gave Carlos and Logan one quick glance, her face souring as she looked them up and down. It was bad enough that she had to invite some bushy-eyebrowed nobody to get James to attend. She couldn't possibly afford to invite any more nameless faces. The livelihood of her party depended on popular names and gorgeous faces.

"Uh... no," Simone muttered.

Carlos sunk into his seat, his head hanging low in defeat as his short-lived dream was crushed in a matter of seconds. Logan shrugged it off, not expecting any handouts or generous gestures. He was fine with not having to attend the party as it wasn't his sort of thing anyway.

"See you around, James!" Simone purred as she twiddled her fingers in a winsome wave goodbye. James gestured back with a simple wave and a beaming smile. Things couldn't possibly get better than this.

"Okay, what was that?" Kendall said flatly.

"Uh, I just got us invited to the party of the year, is what that was!" James cheered, giving himself a proverbial pat on the back as he proudly celebrated this momentous victory.

"Yeah, I still don't like this," Kendall argued, "I mean, you called Simone the hottest girl in our entire school, and you kept staring at her."

"Kendall, you've got nothing to worry about," James assured, "This is just a party. I'm not trying to go out with her or anything."

"I don't know..."

"Okay, well, think of it this way. You said you wanted to go on a date yesterday, right?" James began, "This party could be that. Think about it!"

"Well, when you put it like that, it actually sounds kinda nice," Kendall sighed, starting to agree with James' point of view.

"Exactly! This can be good for us," James continued, reaching for Kendall's hand and giving it that familiar squeeze of assurance he was accustomed to. "We are going to have so much fun."

Kendall eased into James' touch and let his second thoughts drift away like balloons dancing in the wind. As skeptical as he initially was, perhaps James was right. It'd be important to take risks and care less about wandering eyes or idle chatter if they were to have a meaningful relationship.

"You're right," Kendall smiled warmly. "This is gonna be great."

With a quick returning grin, James retracted his hand and began leaving the table in the opposite direction. The lack of contact left Kendall unsatisfied and worried. What reason could James possibly have for fleeing the very moment he reassures him?

"Wait, where are you going?"

"To get Simone's number."

"What? Why??"

"Uh, to get her address for the party?" James responded point-blankly as if the answer wasn't painfully obvious. "By the way, do you think I should ask her about a dress code?"

Any optimism James instilled in Kendall was immediately replaced with his initial skepticism and jealousy. Although nothing could possess him to voice his concerns, Kendall's face reddened with fury. He couldn't believe he allowed James to talk him into agreeing to this party only for his apprehension to return the very moment it disappeared. James scuttled away, a giddy, child-like grin dipping into the corners of his face as he met with Simone once more. Kendall despised how overly chummy they were with one another. They'd never speak again if it were up to him.

"Still think I should tell him?" Kendall grumbled, glancing at Carlos and Logan as he gritted his teeth to mock their previous efforts to convince him otherwise.

"Honestly, I'm just bummed we weren't invited," Carlos replied, sulking into the pit of his hockey helmet. Kendall and Logan smacked their hands against their foreheads, unable to face the harsh reality of having to brace themselves for an ungodly measure of conflict and drama.

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Ash's Glee OC Masterlist

Glee OC Masterlist for @the-witching-ash (none of these ocs are mine, I only organized the list)

Name: Andrew Berry

Story: Being Alive

Faceclaim: Logan Lerman

Love Interest: Mercedes Jones

Pinterest: x

Name: Andrew Cartwright*

Story: To Being An Us

Faceclaim: Logan Lerman

Love Interest: Various

Pinterest: x

*a variation of Andrew Berry who exists in crossovers with @randomestfandoms-ocs' Colton Cartwright and a variety of their other ocs

Name: Andrew Cartwright*

Story: Everything Changes

Faceclaim: Logan Lerman

Love Interest: Kirsty Gilmore (@randomestfandoms-ocs)

Pinterest: x

*a variation of the standard To Being An Us Verse but combined with the Gilmore Girls Delicate crossover

Name: Adrien Beiste

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Timothée Chalamet

Love Interests: Elphie Jones & Mike Chang

Pinterest: x

Name: Alma Berry

Story: Multi

Faceclaim: Ashley Tisdale

Love Interest: N/A

Name: Annie Rose Schuester

Story: Nothing to Fear

Faceclaim: Zoe Colletti

Love Interest: N/A

Pinterest: x

Name: Aro Flores

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Frankie A. Rodriguez

Love Interest: N/A

Pinterest: x

Name: Billy Gilbert

Story: Being Alive

Faceclaim: Austin Abrams

Love Interest: N/A

Name: Brax Pierce

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Joe Serafini

Love Interest: Rory Flanagan

Pinterest: x

Name: Christopher Tibideaux

Story: Being Alive, Multi

Faceclaim: Nathan Mitchell

Love Interest: N/A

Name: Corbin Adams

Story: Multi

Face Claim: Corbin Bleu

Love Interest: Simone Adams & Ezra Berry

Name: Elliot Berry

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Larry Saperstein

Love Interest: Sugar Motta

Pinterest: x

Name: Elphie Jones

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Zendaya

Love Interest: Adrien Beiste & Mike Chang

Pinterest: x

Name: Ezra Berry

Story: Multi

Faceclaim: Lucas Grabeel

Love Interest: Corbin Adams & Simone Adams

Name: Faith Hudson

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Julia Lester

Pinterest: x

Name: George Beiste

Story: Free

Faceclaim: Joel Courtney

Love Interest: N/A

Pinterest: x

Name: Henry Schuester

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Tom Holland

Love Interest: N/A

Pinterest: x

Name: Lorelei Zisis

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Beanie Feldstein

Love Interest: Mike Chang

Pinterest: x

Name: Mary Tibideaux

Story: Being Alive

Faceclaim: Antonia Gentry

Love Interest: Billy Gilbert

Name: Mona Adams

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Dara Reneé

Love interest: Marley Rose & Jake Puckerman

Pinterest: x

Name: Rosalia Lopez

Story: N/A

Faceclaim: Rachel Zegler

Love Interest: Sam Evans

Pinterest: x

Name: Simone Adams

Story: Multi

Faceclaim: Monique Colman

Love Interest: Corbin Adams & Ezra Berry

[the-universe-in-our-mind]

LOVE AS QUIZ...

Got tagged by @dickytwister to do this uquiz here for my OCs! Tagging anyone who wants to do it, feel free to tag me so I can see your results too!

Nate x Alizée (MCU): Nate: love as tenderness [ love as gentleness after a lifetime of cruelty ] when ocean vuong said "sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you've been ruined" and when pablo neruda said "like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar" and when anais mitchell wrote "all i've ever known is how to hold my own, and now i wanna hold you, too”

Alizée: love as light [ love as a luminous force—warm, radiant, and golden ] when mary oliver wrote "light of the world hold me” and when charles bukowski said “I look at her and light goes all through me” and when david viscott said “to love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides”and when e. e. cummings said “lovers alone wear sunlight”

Leo (OC) x Alex (SDV): love as devotion [ devotion: love, loyalty, or enthusiasm for a person, activity, or cause ] when ruth said to naomi "where you go, i will go, and where you stay, i will stay. your people will be my people, and your God my God" and when hozier sang "i'll be the dreadful need from the devotee that drove [orpheus] underground" and when deathcab for cutie sang "if there's no one beside you when your soul embarks, i will follow you into the dark"

Maïa x Felix x Rime: love as a choice [ love is beautiful because it's built deliberately ] when casey mcquinston wrote "that's the choice. i love him, with all that, because of all that, on purpose. i love him on purpose" and when jenny slate tweeted "i just want someone to grab my little face and scream on purpose, on purpose i am going to care about you" and when jodi picoult wrote "after fifteen years, love isn't just a feeling. it's a choice" and when the good place said "if soulmates do exist, they're not found they're made"

Felicia x Logan (OCs): love as tenderness [ love as gentleness after a lifetime of cruelty ] when ocean vuong said "sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you've been ruined" and when pablo neruda said "like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar" and when anais mitchell wrote "all i've ever known is how to hold my own, and now i wanna hold you, too”

Lilly (OC) x Elliot (SDV): love as religion [ love as the sole object of your reverence--nothing about you is holy, but maybe your love for another is ] when sappho said "in the crooks of your body i find my religion" and when the cast of les mis sang "to love another person is to see the face of God" and when halsey said "i found God, i found him in a lover" and when katherine philips wrote "to the dull angry world let's prove there's a religion in our love"

Mai x Lea (Shadowhunters): love as being known [ love is knowing all of someone and loving them anyway ] when tim kreider said "if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known" and when joe wright said "The idea that these two people know each other, knew each other when they first saw each other. That they recognized each other from their future" and when micah nemerever said "it was a relief and a horror to be known so perfectly"

[joaquinwhorres]

20 first lines

the marvelous @reggiemantleholdmyhand-tle tagged me and I'd like to tag @akabluekat + @hairringtonsteve since it involves re-reading more of your excellent writing.

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 5 of your favorite authors!

Listed from most recent to least recent. I'm also only doing stories that have the potential of being series. They may be a one-shot right now, but they were written with more in mind. (* means WIP)

1. Bucky stood outside of the door, staring at the wreath of brightly colored fabric leaves, a small wooden sign hanging in the center with the words Give Thanks looping across it. - Blank Out (Bucky Barnes x Reader) // Meeting of Minds (Bucky Barnes x Mina Kaminski)

*2. Nora pinched the side of her thigh through her pocket - Post-Battle of Hogwarts AU (Lee Jordan x Nora Randolph)

3. Iris followed Pietro in through the back door, blowing it shut after her with a casual flick of her hand. - Playing House (Pietro Maximoff x Iris Tate, WandaVision)

4. Finals Week at Starfleet Academy was a glorious occasion. - Treacherous Waters (Leonard McCoy x Reader, AOS)

*5. It felt like her insides were collapsing. - Palm to Palm (Lee Jordan x Nora Randolph, Goblet of Fire)

*6. There was a ringing in her head. - Search and Recover (Bellamy Blake x Leta Cole - 100 AU)

*7. “You’re overreacting,” she said, punctuating the statement with a roll of her eyes. - Protective Custody (Diego Hargreeves x Francesca Vives-Soler)

8. They've been close since the academy. - The Dating Game (Diego Hargreeves x Reader)

*9. She knew from the minute she walked in to work that today was not going to be her day. - Under Covers (Clint Barton x Bobbi Morse)

10. The pounding on the door was seriously the last thing you needed right now. - Best of Friends (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

11. Being woken up by a Hufflepuff was undoubtedly the worst possible way to wake up. - The Fool (Fred Weasley x Wren Collings, Goblet of Fire)

*12. Her mother always warned her not to trust picket fences. - Picket Fences (Steve Rogers x Rosy Kovecky)

13. She had always known that the fieldwork would be hard—emotionally, academically, even physically. - Second Wind (Pietro Maximoff x Iris Tate, post-Age of Ultron)

14. Molly McKay rarely at breakfast at home. - Muscle Memory (Clint Barton x Molly McKay, post-Ultron)

15. Whenever she had pictured college, it always looked exactly like this. - Into the Rush (Kendall Knight x Autumn Mayes, Logan Mitchell x Jemima Yeung)

16. Nick Fury's secrets have secrets. - Parting Shot (Clint Barton x Molly McKay, post-Avengers)

*17. It started, as many of life's regrettable things do, during puberty. - Serious As They Come (Sirius Black x Florence Saise)

^ My favorite

* 18. “Don’t be mad,” Toni started, her fingers beginning to drum against the steering wheel. - Fresh Air (Sweet Pea x Reader, College AU)

19. You never had the luxury of a normal life. - Broken Wings (Billy Hargrove x Hopper!Reader)

20. If her friends ever got her to go to another party, it would be a miracle. - Careless Whisper (Steve Harrington x Reader)

[reggiemantleholdmyhand-tle]

Trevor Archer has stuck by Anaïs’ side his whole life — including the televised ‘We’ve Got the Beat’ competition and her wild idea of signing with Gustavo Rocque. He’s heard countless horror stories about working with him, as well as working with Arthur Griffin. As much as he feels he’ll regret it, he’s just along for the ride with her.

Nickname(s): Trev

Pronouns: he/him

Career: Lead Guitarist of Heartbreak Limbo

Love Interest: Logan Mitchell

btr taglist: @hughstheforcelou (let me know if you want to be added!)

[praetoravila]

ANY KIND OF GUY - THE OFFICIAL LOLIVE MIX:

i think i'm fallin' in love all over again, love at first sight, do you know how i feel?

taglist: @myloveforhergoeson @ceruleanmusings @raging-violets @happinessismagicc @bibaybe @nolanhollogay @selangkir @daughter-of-melpomene @ithinkyouhealedmyheart

[trustsalvatorewriting]

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.

[raging-violets]

67. “Oh my god! You’re in love with them!” + rhuben and logan

Big Time Rush: Love Me Again / Prompt / LoganxRhuben

Oh my god! You’re in love with them!

Rhuben took the time Stephanie and Camille gasped, leaning forward in their seats to let out a “No way!” and “What?!” to lift her bottle of hard lemonade to her mouth, taking a long sip in lieu of confirming or denying the statement. Riley merely crossed one leg over the other, propping her heels up on Jo’s coffee table. Jo had lifted her glass of wine in front of her mouth, as if trying to hold back her declaration upon getting to the bottom of why Rhuben wasn’t as into girl’s night as usual: Stephanie, Camille, and Jo were the best girl friends she and Riley had ever had; they made it a point to make time in their busy schedules to meet up once every two weeks.

Of course the topic of boys would come up.

The word “still” should have been added in there, Rhuben surmised swirling her hard lemonade around in the bottle she grasped in her hand; “Oh my god! You’re still in love with them!” That would have been more accurate. She was 23 now, and she knew loving Logan now was different than when she had been 16, but those feelings were still there. When they had gotten stronger, she couldn’t exactly say.

Could she even say she loved him years ago? Dating was just what you did at 16. If whatever strong feelings she had for him at the time was even close to love, it had felt nice, she couldn’t lie. Nice enough to try and hold on to it as long as she could: being the only source of kindness, gentleness, and love she got outside of her family at the time. Even if it meant hurting her best friend’s feelings – betraying her best friend if she was really being honest with herself.

But she had grown up in the past seven years. They both had. Rhuben no longer relied on her need to be perfect in all areas of her life to get any sort of attention she could. Logan no longer used his intelligence to feel accepted and worthy. She no longer fantasized about a boy whisking her away from her life to save her, and he didn’t set out to fix people and their problems.

They could just be themselves: confidants, shoulders to lean on, that tether to what your life used to be like, and still that one person that just got it. The one always willing to delve into nostalgia when things got too tough. The person you could always be yourself around. That was probably the scariest part of it for her: being that open with someone. Even if she had changed over the past few years, what if it still wasn’t enough?

“I’ve liked you since we were kids,” Logan had reassured her. ”Of course you’re enough. Sometimes I wish we could just go back to that. It was just easier.”

“I couldn’t do it,” Rhuben had replied, shaking her head back and forth, “go back.” Logan’s eyebrows had pulled towards each other in response to her statement. “I’m not that little girl anymore, Logie,” she had explained. “I wouldn’t be who I am if I didn’t go through all that crap with Robert. I can’t just pretend that it didn’t happen. Not anymore. All that’s done is cause bloody problems.”

“Well,” he had said after a moment of silence. She could see the gears turning in his head. “There shouldn’t be any problems now. With us. What do you think? About trying again?”

“Mate, I don’t want you to feel like it’s just something that’s bound to happen,” Rhuben had replied. “Because it’s easy. Because it’s what we’re supposed to do because we’ve been through so much together.” Not like she hadn’t done the same when they were younger.

“That’s not what this is,” Logan had insisted, giving her a gentle smile. “I promise. Just think about it.”

It was the same smile that had caught her attention when she was younger. With those stupid dimples. And even stupider warm, brown eyes he used to look at you to show that he was listening to what you say. He may have finally relaxed, changed his style, grown more confident in himself, but he was still Logan. He was still impressively ambitious; working on his music all the while continuing his studies to be a doctor. He had goals he wanted to meet, knew how to work hard, and was above all else a big source of support to everyone he cared about.

And it had been all that was on Rhuben’s mind since then. Logan’s unwavering support and loyalty to his friends – through her abuse (though his need to study all the literature on the subject, only to regurgitate facts back to her did get annoying real fast) and with her music. His ability to make anyone feel like they mattered. Like they were being listened to. His overall sweet disposition. Even his psychotic moments (one could argue it was just his tunnel vision at work) was something that made him him.

All the same, Rhuben should have known she wouldn’t be able to keep any of this past her friends: Riley she would tell right off the bat; Camille could pick apart people’s auras like it was her day job, she was bound to realize something was off about her; Jo had always been empathetic to other people’s feelings; and Stephanie, as an aspiring director, was able to pull emotions out of her friends with just a few questions.

“Yeah,” she admitted after swallowing her sip of the crisp drink, “I am.”

-

[ Writing Prompts for Days | Ask Box ]

[ihavetoomanyocs]

This was gonna be a oneshot and now it's over 10,000 words and not even done yet. I am a Mess of a human being.

Did I make an OC to pair with Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw for Top Gun: Maverick? Yes. Is this OC the daughter of Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, like many others? Also yes. But damn it I love this movie and I don't even think up the OCs anymore, they just kind of. Show up. So, Logan "Nightwing" Mitchell will be introduced soon!

[heldheartinfo]

FULL ACCOUNT SHIP LIST ( @heldheart ) :

CANON x CANON ~

Blair Waldorf x Dan Humphrey

Caroline Forbes x Klaus Mikaelson

Harry Osborn x Mary-Jane Watson

Fleur Delacour x Bill Weasley

Rosie x Otto Octavius

Emily Lyman x Norman Osborn

Pansy Parkinson x Draco Malfoy

Makkari x Druig

Lizzie Saltzman x Hope Mikaelson

Christine Palmer x Stephen Strange

Buffy Summers x Angel

Buffy Summers x Spike

Willow Rosenberg x Tara Maclay

Kiara Carrera x JJ Maybank

Sarah Cameron x John B. Routledge

Rory Gilmore x Jess Mariano

Sigyn x Loki Laufeyson

Davina Claire x Kol Mikaelson

Heike x Baron Helmut Zemo

Ruby 2.0 x Sam Winchester

Pacey Witter x Joey Potter

Caroline Forbes x Tyler Lockwood

Lois Lane x Clark Kent

Heike Zemo x Bucky Barnes

Lizzie Saltzman x Landon Kirby

Love Quinn x Theo Engler

Heike Zemo x Bucky Barnes

Roy Kent x Keeley Jones

Lizzie Saltzman x Percy Jackson

Selina Kyle x Bruce Wayne

Selina Kyle x Matt Murdock

Anna Smith x John Bates

Mary Crawley x Matthew Crawley

Mary Crawley x Henry Talbot

Sybil Crawley x Tom Branson

Anthony Bridgerton x Kate Sharma

Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett

Daphne Bridgerton x Simon Bassett

Siena Rosso x Anthony Bridgerton

Emily Walker x Cordell Walker

Geri Broussard x Cordell Walker

Nancy Wheeler x Steve Harrington

Joyce Byers x Jim Hopper

CANON x OC ~

Bexley Rogers x Logan Howlett

Sam Salvatore x Clint Barton

Sam Salvatore x Steve Rogers

Sam Salvatore x Klaus Mikaelson

Sam Salvatore x Elijah Mikaelson

Sam Salvatore x Edward Cullen

Sam Salvatore x Tony Stark

Logan Thibault x Natasha Romanoff

Astraea x Ikaris

Bexley Rogers x Tony Stark

Bexley Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Bexley Rogers x Helmut Zemo

Bexley Rogers x Stephen Strange

Sam Salvatore x Enzo St. John

Kassandra Mikaelson x Damon Salvatore

Bexley Rogers x Wanda Maximoff

Bexley Addams x Wanda Maximoff

Bexley Rogers x Natasha Romanoff

Bexley Rogers x Winn Schott

Megan Walker x Eddie Brock

Megan Walker x Peter Parker

Harriet Carter-Rogers x Shang Chi

Jonathan Stark x Kate Bishop

Bexley Addams x Dean Winchester

Elizabeth Taylor x Steve Rogers

Bexley Rogers x Thor Odinson

Sarah Stark x Harry Osborn

Avery Osborn x Peter Parker

Sophia Rogers x Wally West

Mara Winchester x Druig

Karolina Addams x Lucifer

Sam Salvatore x Caroline Forbes

Bexley Rogers x Matt Murdock

Megan Walker x Matt Murdock

Caroline Burton x Matthew Crawley

Caroline Burton x Tom Branson

Anthony Burton x Thomas Barrow

Kathryn Vaughn x Hoyt Rawlins

Jeanette Byers x Steve Harrington

Jeanette Byers x Eddie Munson

Violet Munson x Jonathan Byers

Violet Munson x Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham

Andrea Kazanky x Jake Seresin

Caroline Mitchell x Bradley Bradshaw

OC x OC ~

Josephine Octavius x Harley Stark

Josephine Octavius x Harry Rogers

Steven Stark x Melody Barton

Steven Stark x Sadie Barnes

Jonathan Stark x Georgia Maximoff

Freyja Thorsdottir x Daniel Rogers

Elizabeth Taylor x Leo Kennedy

Adam Mikaelson x Alaina Carpenter

Sarah Stark x Viktor Barnes

Sarah Stark x Caliux Darkknight

Sarah Stark x Sord-Menn

Hazel Mikaelson x Caliux Darkknight

Bexley Addams x Caliux Darkknight

Avery Osborn x Caliux Darkknight

Jo Octavius x Caliux Darkknight

Caroline Barnes x Harry Rogers

Evelyn Barnes x Franklin Richards

Connor Lang x James Carter-Rogers

Bexley Rogers x Piotr Koskov

Ellinor Lokisdottir x Tommy Maximoff

Bexley Addams x Stephen Reed

Melissa Masterson x Cameron Kincaid

Sasha Stark x Valentina Silva

Sasha Stark x Valeria Richards

I WANT TO EXPLORE/TRY ~

Jo Harvelle x Dean Winchester

Lizzie Saltzman x Hope Mikaelson

Lizzie Saltzman x Landon Kirby

Lizzie Saltzman x Ethan Machado

Ruby 2.0 x Sam Winchester

Katherine Pierce x Elijah Mikaelson

Katherine Pierce x Klaus Mikaelson

Sigyn x Loki Laufeyson

Haley James (Scott) x Nathan Scott

Brooke Davis x Lucas Scott

Brooke Davis x Julian Baker

Nancy Wheeler x Eddie Munson

WHAT I SHIP: (May be doing already or may be wanting to do)

Jo Harvelle x Dean Winchester

Pepper Potts x Tony Stark

Lizzie Saltzman x Hope Mikaelson

Lizzie Saltzman x Landon Kirby

Lizzie Saltzman x Ethan Machado

Buffy Summers x Angel

Buffy Summers x Spike

Blair Waldorf x Dan Humphrey

Katherine Pierce x Elijah Mikaelson

Katherine Pierce x Stefan Salvatore

Katherine Pierce x Klaus Mikaelson

Heike Zemo x Baron Helmut Zemo

Willow Rosenberg x Tara Maclay

Willow Rosenberg x Daniel Osbourne

Willow Rosenberg x Kennedy

Ruby 2.0 x Sam Winchester

Lois Lane x Clark Kent

Emily x Cordell Walker

Geri Broussard x Cordell Walker

Pacey Witter x Joey Potter

Pacey Witter x Andie McPhee

Sigyn x Loki Laufeyson

Sarah Cameron x John B. Routledge

Kiara Carrera x JJ Maybank

Davina Claire x Kol Mikaelson

Felicia Hardy x Peter Parker

Anne Weying x Eddie Brock

Anne Weying x Dr. Dan Lewis

Makkari x Druig

Haley James (Scott) x Nathan Scott

Haley James x Brooke Davis

Brooke Davis x Julian Baker

Brooke Davis x Rachel Gatina

Brooke Davis x Lucas Scott

Christine Palmer x Stephen Strange

Caroline Forbes x Klaus Mikaelson

Caroline Forbes x Tyler Lockwood

Caroline Forbes x Katherine Pierce

Rory Gilmore x Jess Mariano

Rosie x Otto Octavius

Emily Lyman x Norman Osborn

Roy Kent x Keeley Jones

Rebecca Welton x Ted Lasso

Anya Jenkins x Xander Harris

Pansy Parkinson x Draco Malfoy

Fleur Delacour x Bill Weasley

Daphne Bridgerton x Simon Bassett

Anthony Bridgerton x Kate Sharma

Malia Tate x Stiles Stilinski

Allison Argent x Scott McCall

Allison Argent x Isaac Lahey

Braeden x Derek Hale

Sybil Crawley x Tom Branson

Mary Crawley x Matthew Crawley

Mary Crawley x Henry Talbot

Anna Smith x John Bates

Claire Dearling x Owen Grady

Ellie Sattler x Alan Grant

Padme Amidala x Anakin Skywalker

Nancy Wheeler x Steve Harrington

Nancy Wheeler x Robin Buckley

Cassie Perez x Trey Barnett

Twyla Jean x Cordell ‘Duke’ Walker

Joyce Byers x Jim Hopper

Chrissy Cunningham x Eddie Munson

Katherine Pierce x Stefan Salvatore

Katherine Pierce x Elijah Mikaelson

Max Mayfield x Lucas Sinclair

Natasha Trace x Jake Seresin

Katniss Everdeen x Peeta Mellark

Jessica Day x Nick Miller

Annie Cresta x Finnick O’Dair

Lydia Martin x Allison Argent

Lydia Martin x Jordan Parrish

Jo March x Theodore Laurence

Rachel Berry x Finn Hudson

Rachel Berry x Quinn Fabray

Quinn Fabray x Sam Evans

Quinn Fabray x Santana Lopez

Donna Troy x Dick Grayson

Jade Tulle-Salvatore x Josie Saltzman

Hope Van Dyne x Scott Lang

Tatum Riley x Stu Macher

Mary-Jane Watson x Peter Parker

Mary-Jane Watson x Harry Osborn

Mary-Jane Watson x Gwen Stacy

NOTPS: ( Ships I don’t like for whatever reason and/or have no interest in rping )

Lizzie Saltzman x Sebastian

Blair Waldorf x Nate Archibald

Joey Potter x Dawson Leery

Caroline Forbes x Matt Donovan

Caroline Forbes x Alaric Saltzman

Rebecca Welton x Sam Obsinya

Haley James x Chris Keller

Buffy Summers x Riley Finn

Nancy Wheeler x Jonathan Byers

Katniss Everdeen x Gale Hawthorne

[quierorodarnojodan]

Estábamos bromeando con un amigo @mcdonneeli sobre que tenemos muchos ships similares si no casi todos, pero que irónicamente ambos nos peleamos por el mismo pj a usar y por eso jamás podemos rolear las ships xDD entonces me puse hacer la lista a ver que dice mi compatriota desalmado.

Anime/Manga

Axis Power Hetalia

Alemania x Norte De Italia

Austria x Hungría [♥]

Dinamarca x Noruega

España x Sur De Italia

Prussia x Hungría

Prussia x Austria [♥]

Bleach

Ichigo Kurosaki x Uryuu Ishida [♥]

Ikkaku Madarame x Yumichika Ayasegawa

Kyouraku Shunsui x Ukitake Jyuushirou [♥]

Carole & Tuesday

Carole Stanley x Tuesday Simmons

Cyborg 009

Jet Link (002) x Albert Heinrich (004)

Digimon

Ishida Yamato x Yagami Taichi [♥]

Dragon Ball

Goku x Vegeta

Durarara!!

Celty Sturluson x Kishitani Shinra

Kadota Kyohei x Izaya Orihara

Fairy Tails

Levy McGarden x Gajeel Redfox

FullMetal Alchemist

Maes Hughes x Roy Mustang [♥]

Get Backers

Kakei Juubei & Fuuchouin Kazuki

Haikyuu!!

Ooikawa Tooru x Iwaizumi Hajime

Haru wo Daiteita

Kato Youji x Iwaki Kyosuke [♥]

Hunter x Hunter

Hisoka x Illumi Zoldyck

Leorio Paladiknight x Kurapika [♥]

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Joseph Joestar x Caesar Zeppeli

Jotaro Kujo x Noriaki Kakyoin [♥]

Mohammed Abdul x Jean Pierre Polnareff

Kuroko no Basket

Atsushi Murasakibara x Tatsuya Himuro

Kiyoshi Teppei x Makoto Hanamiya [♥]

Midorima Shintaro x Takao Kazunari [���]

Naruto

Uzumaki Naruto x Uchiha Sasuke

Hatake Kakashi x Umino Iruka [♥]

Haruno Sakura x Yamanaka Ino

One Piece

Eustass Kid x Trafalgar D. Law

Roronoa Zoro x Vinsmoke Sanji

Saint Seiya

Manigoldo x Albafika [♥]

Hyoga x Shun

Sailor Moon

Kunzite x Zoisite

Michiru Kaiō x Haruka Tenou

Sakura Card Captor

Touya Kinomoto x Yukito Tsukishiro [♥]

Shingeki no Kyojin

Erwin Smith x Levi Rivaille

Marco Bott X Jean Kirstein

The Prince of Tennis

Inui Sadaharu x Kaidou Kaoru [♥]

Tiger & Bunny

Kotetsu Kaburagi x Barnaby Brooks Jr.

Uragiri wa Boku no Namae wo Shitteiru

Hotsuma Renjou x Shusei Usui [♥♥♥]

Cartoons

Adventure Time

Marceline Abadeer x Princess Bubblegum

Marshall Lee x Prince Gumball

Avatar: the Last Airbender

Jet x Zuko [♥]

Ed, Edd n Eddy

Kevin x Edd (Doble D)

Generador Rex

Rex Salazar x Noah Nixon [♥]

Happy Tree Friends

Lumpy x Russell

Shifty x Lifty

Splendid x Flippy

Scooby-Doo

Daphne Blake x Velma Dinkley

The Dragon Prince

Rey Harrow x Viren

The Legend of Korra

Korra x Asami Sato

Iroh II x Bolin

Voltron

Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane x Adam [♥]

Xiaolin Showdown

Chase Young x Jack Spicer

Series

9-1-1

Edmundo "Eddie" Diaz x Evan "Buck" Buckley [♥]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Angel (Angelus) x Spike (William) [♥]

Willow Rosenberg x Tara Maclay

Carmilla

Carmilla Karnstein x Laura Hollis

Class

Matteusz Andrzejewski x Charlie Smith

Common Law

Travis Marks x Wes Mitchell [♥]

Cobra Kai

Daniel LaRusso x Johnny Lawrence

Deadwind (Karppi)

Sofia Karppi x Sakari Nurmi

Downton Abbey

Tom Branson x Thomas Barrow

Richard Ellis x Thomas Barrow

Eyewitness

Lukas Waldenbeck x Philip Shea

Grey's Anatomy

Mark Sloan x Derek Shepherd

Hannibal

Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham

Hawaii Five-0

Danny Williams x Steve McGarret [♥]

Hemlock Grove

Peter Rumancek x Roman Godfrey [♥]

How to Get Away with Murder

Oliver Hampton x Connor Walsh

Iron Fist

Danny Rand x Ward Meachum [♥♥]

Julie and the Phantoms

Alex x Willie

Las chicas del cable

Francisco Gómez x Carlos Cifuentes [♥]

LazyTown

Sportacus x Robbie Rotten

London Spy

Alex x Danny

Merlin

Arhur Pendragone x Merlin

Once Upon a Time

Regina Mills x Emma Swan

Regina Mills x Robin Hood

Shadow and Bone

Aleksander / The Darkling x Kaz Brekker

Jasper Fahey x Kaz Brekker

Star Trek

James T. Kirk x Spock

Leonard MCCoy x Spock

Malcolm Reed x Charles "Trip" Tucker III

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove x Steve Harrington

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

The Alienist

Laszlo Kreizler x John Moore

The Boys

Billy Butcher x Homelander (John)

The Irregulars

Billy x Leopold

Sherlock Holmes x John Watson

The Order

Hamish Duke x Randall Carpio

The Umbrella Academy

Diego Hargreeves x Klaus Hargreeves

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon x Rick Grimes

The Witcher

Geralt de Rivia x Jaskier

Torchwood

Jack Harkness x Ianto Jones [♥]

Travelers

Trevor Holden x Philip Pearson

Vampire Diaries

Alaric Saltzman x Damon Salvatore

Warehouse 13

Helena G. Wells x Myka Bering

Películas

Cloud Atlas

Rufus Sixsmith x Robert Frobisher

Sonmi-451 x Hae-Joo Chang

Inception

Eames x Robert Fischer

Dom Cobb x Robert Fischer

IT

Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak

James Bond

James Bond x Q [♥]

Rise of the Guardians

Sandman x Pitch Black

Star Wars

Baze Malbus x Chirrut Îmwe

Poe Dameron x Armitage Hux​ [♥]

The Old Guard

'Joe' Yusuf Al-Kaysani x 'Nicky' Nicolo di Genova

The Road to El Dorado

Tulio x Miguel

U.N.C.L.E.

Napoleon Solo x Illya Kuryakin

Libros

Harry Potter

Albus Dumbledore x Gellert Grindelwald [♥]

Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy

Blaise Zabini x Theodore Nott [♥]

Pansy Parkinson x Daphne Greengrass [♥]

James Potter x Severus Snape [♥]

Sirius Black x Remus Lupin

Shadowhunters

Magnus Bane x Alexander G. Lightwood

The Raven Cycle

Ronan Lynch x Adam Parrish

Richard Gansey III x Blue Sargent

Comics

DC Comics

Apollo x Midnighter

Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne [♥]

Diana Prince x Steve Trevor

Garfield Logan x Rachel Roth

Hal Jordan x Barry Allen

Pamela Isley x Harleen Quinzel

Jason Todd x Dick Grayson [♥]

Maggie Sawyer x Kate Kane

Roy Harper x Dick Grayson

Cassandra Cain x Stephanie Brown

Hernan Guerra x Kirk Langstrom

Michael Jon Carter x Ted Kord

Marvel

America Chavez x Kate Bishop

Azazel x Janos Quested

Gambit x Rogue

Erik Lehnsherr & Charles Xavier

Logan x Scott Summers [♥]

Natasha Romanoff x Bruce Banner

Shatterstar x Julio Richter (Rictor) [♥]

Steve Rogers x James B. Barnes [♥]

Theodore Altman x William Kaplan

Tony Stark x Loki Laufeyson [♥]

Vision x Wanda Maximoff

Wade Wilson x Peter Parker

Videojuegos

Assassin's Creed

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad x Malik Al-Sayf [♥]

Ezio Auditore da Firenze x Leonardo Da Vinci

Bayonetta

Bayonetta x Jeanne

Detroit: Become Human

Captain Allen x Gavin Reed

Connor, RK800 x Gavin Reed [♥]

Elijah Kamski x Gavin Reed

Elijah Kamski x Leo Manfred [♥]

Kara, AX400 x Luther, TR400 [♥]

Markus, RK200 x Simon, PL600 [♥]

Nines, RK900 x Gavin Reed

North, WR400 x Chloe, ST200

Ralph, WR600 x Jerry, EM400

Simon, PL600 x Gavin Reed

Devil May Cry

Dante x Vergil [♥]

Nero x V

Final Fantasy VII

Cid Highwind x Vincent Valentine

Final Fantasy XII

Basch fon Ronsenburg x Balthier [♥♥♥]

Kingdom Hearts

Saïx x Axel

Metal Gear

Solidus Snake x Raiden

Overwatch

Gabriel Reyes x Jack Morrison

Resident Evil

Chris Redfield x Leon S. Kennedy [♥♥♥]

Claire Redfield x Moira Burton

Jake Muller x Leon S. Kennedy

Jill Valentine x Chris Redfield

Jill Valentine x Carlos Oliveira [♥♥]

Jill Valentine x Claire Redfield

Rebecca Chambers x Billy Coen

The Evil Within

Sebastian Castellano x Joseph Oda

Podcast

Welcome to Night Vale

Carlos x Cecil Palmer

Crossovers

Samurai Jack/Johnny Bravo

Johnny Bravo x Samurai Jack

Canon x Oc

Deadwind (Karppi)

OMC x Sakari Nurmi

Downton Abbey

OMC x Thomas Barrow

Locke & Key

Tyler Locke x OMC

OMC x Duncan Locke

Lost in Space

OMC x Don West

Pokemon

OMC x x James

The Dragon Prince

Soren x OMC

The Irregulars

OMC x John Watson

The Lord of the Rings

OMC x Legolas

Political Animals

OMC x Thomas James "T.J." Hammond

Resident Evil

Jake Muller x OMC

Star Trek

OMC x Julian Bashir

Warehouse 13

OMC x Steve Jinks

Wizards: Tales of Arcadia

OMC x Hisirdoux "Douxie" Casperan

Duplas de Actores

Aaron Paul x Hugh Dancy

Bradley James x Colin Morgan

Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan

Daniel Craig x Ben Whishaw

Daniel Sunjata x Aaron Tveit

Dominic Purcell x Wentworth Miller

Edward Holcroft x Ben Whishaw

Gabriella Pession x Richard Flood

Gabriel Macht x Patrick J. Adams

Hanno Koffler x Max Riemelt

Jamie Dornan x Cillian Murphy

Jensen Ackles x Jared Padalecki

Landon Liboiron x Bill Skarsgård

Mads Mikkelsen x Hugh Dancy

Matt Davis x Ian Somerhalder

Michael Fassbender x James McAvoy

Rami Malek x Martin Wallström

Scott Caan x Alex O'Loughlin

Shemar Moore x Matthew Gray Gubler

Tom Hardy x Cillian Murphy