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magewritesstories · 1 year

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

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

[ Logan Mitchell ] Bookshop Boy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the hell man?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Logan Mitchell

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

#logan henderson #logan mitchell imagine #big time rush x reader #big time rush #nickelodeon #nickelodeon big time rush #carlos penavega #james maslow #btr #kendall knight imagine #james diamond imagine

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luvyersblud · 2 years

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big time crush: carlos garcia x reader

(skates n’ sticks)

des: you were embarrassingly bad at ice skating. it would be less humiliating if not the fact you were tripping over yourself while trying to play hockey with your best friend.

tags/genre/warning: fluff, mentions of scraped knees, uhm hockey?? idk hockey players scare me

a/n: my first date was ice skating lmao this was cute to write-I’m sorry this wasn’t as good I had too many ideas and too little time </3

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“Oh shi-“ You stumbled over awkwardly, nearly face planting into the pressed ice as Carlos ran over to try and hold you up. Apparently he was missing Minnesota, but thank god for ice skating rinks if not for the humiliation involved with trying to learn how to play hockey. “Can’t we just do normal ice skating? Why do we need a stick?” You groaned as he pulled you upright.

“Because I’m the celebrity,” He smiled. “It’s not that hard, y/n. Just like-Go with the flow and stop dragging yourself around so much.” You genuinely questioned why he didn’t just stay in Minnesota. He was more than capable at becoming some hockey player, with how he casually drifted across the ice and maneuvered as elegantly a hockey player could. Of course he was talented in music, which you admired, but if he just stuck to hockey you wouldn’t be here embarrassing yourself. “C’mon, just get this puck into the net and then we can run some laps!” You flailed your arms wildly, falling on the hockey stick and your knees.

“Carlos. I am physically incapable of doing this.”

•••

It’s been around fifteen minutes and you only made it halfway across the rink. Carlos was waiting for you by the net, looking casual as ever while grinning from ear to ear at seeing you struggle. It was sadistic and horrible and having him make direct eye contact with you was even worse, the weird fluttering in your chest distracting you from standing upright. “You can do it y/n!”

“Please shut up!” You struck the puck with the stick, missing just ramming it into Carlos’ foot. You winced, rushing over to see the damage, and he looked up at you in awe.

“Hey-You just skated across the rink!” He laughed, before you fell backwards in either shock or just being heads over heels in love. “Oh. Well, at least you managed to make it over here!”

“Did you get hurt?” You asked, shaking some stray ice shavings off the back of your head. He offered a gloved hand, firmly holding your’s to pull you back up. You held the back of your head, hissing at the soreness.

“I’m alright. Maybe we should get you a helmet next time, but I’m sure by the time we’re done with this you’ll be a total hockey expert.”

“Please don’t lie to me,” you snorted, before slowly making your way back to the benches. Next time? He wanted to do this again? Sure you guys were friends but you didn’t spend that much time together-Did this mean he enjoyed spending time with you? “Next time? I’m not sure if my knees could handle a next time,” you emphasized, rubbing your hands over the sore joints.

“So we’ll get you knee pads, duh,” Carlos finally took a seat next to you, swinging his legs around. “I like hockey and I like you, sooo…”

“You like me?” You asked, bewildered.

“Wait…Was this not a date?”

“What do you mean not a date??” He hurriedly took his phone out of his pocket, rubbing off the melted ice and opening the conversation. You didn’t expect your name to be saved in his phone with a smiley face, and that made you feel even warmer inside.

Hey so 4 the date, how does the fifteenth sound?

He pointed exaggeratedly at the text you sent, your cheeks flushing from the sheer humor of the situation. “Date as in the day, you idiot!” You laughed, a slightly gross sound due to your runny nose from being in a cold ice rink for so long.

“Wait, so that wasn’t a confession?” Carlos scratched his head, putting his phone away and holding his hockey stick. You began to undo the laces of your skates, sighing and shaking your head.

“Well, do you like me?” He nodded, dumbfounded at the idea that the word, “date,” could have two different meanings. “Then I like you too,” you smiled over your shoulder, as his face slowly morphed into a warm grin.

“Wanna get ice cream then?” He asked, rushing to stand, almost bouncing with giddy energy. You tried to hide your enjoyment to his evident response to you liking him back, and you attempted to hide how you felt like a million butterflies got released in your chest. He rushed off before even hearing your answer, tripping in his skates and falling to the ground. You winced, walking over to help him up as he continued to grin at you. “Oh man, isn’t this crazy?”

“Crazy,” you indulged. He nodded excitedly, practically ripping off his skates to run to the lobby with you so you two could get ice cream. He was more excited than you about this predicament, this revelation of friends to lovers.

“But we’re gonna do this again right? ‘Cuz you never managed to get the puck in the net,” he bounced around you, his energy infectious—your cheeks hurting from smiling.

“I guess. Only if you pay for the ice cream.”

“Deal!!”

#big time rush scenarios #big time rush x reader #carlos garcia #slay what you wanna slay #big time rush #big time rush imagines #carlos penavega

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ninjago1direction · 3 years

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I'M FREAKING OUT! BIG TIME RUSH IS GETTING BACK TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!!

#big time rush #big time rush reunion #btr #btr kendall #btredit #btr x reader #kendall schmidt #kendall knight #logan henderson #james maslow #james diamond #carlos penavega #carlos pena jr #one direction #ot4 #boyband #bands

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trustsalvatorewriting · 4 years

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crush culture || kendall knight - chapter one

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

Word Count: 2,356

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God, he felt privileged.

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

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

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

"Dads, huh? What are their names?"

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

"That's cool."

'What the fuck?'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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immawinchestersgirl13 · 4 years

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So I told my friends supernatural and big time rush are my comfort shows and I fall asleep to both and re watch when I want to relax and they understood

#supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #sam and dean #sam winchester x reader #the boys #James Maslow #jared padalecki #spn #carlos penavega #Kendall Schmidt #kendall knight #misha collins #jared paladecki #logan henderson #Logan Mitchelle

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luxuriousmalfoy · 5 years

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Big Time Rush Preferences

The First Time He Says “I Love You,”

*gifs are not mine*

Taking requests!

Kendall

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

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

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

“Of course not!”

“Why? How am I better than her?”

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

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

Logan

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

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

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

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

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

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

Carlos

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

James

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

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

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

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

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

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

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