𝐓ɦ𝖾 𝐑𝗂ᑯ𝖾-ⱺ𝗋-𝐃𝗂𝖾 𝐂ɦ𝗋ⱺ𐓣𝗂𝖼ᥣ𝖾𝗌 is an epic collection of books that follow Logan and Bronwyn Ellis on an extraordinary journey as they face the rollercoaster of life's challenges and triumphs. Their unbreakable bond carries them through the stages of life and love, from their teen years well into adulthood. Based on the main character (renamed Bronwyn Davis) and love interest Logan (Ellis - surname by Kneshele) from the Pixelberry Choices visual novel app story Ride-or-Die: A Bad Boy Romance.
My stories contain the background stories of the MC/LI by Pixelberry. All other plots, ideas, and foreground stories are original works by K. NeShele. All stories are written and designed by K. NeShele.
*DISCLAIMER Most characters, background art, and audio are property of Pixelberry Studios. All rights reserved to Pixelberry Studios. Stories authored by K. NeShele.
thank you so much @macarenaandrad3 for this gorgeous art and such a beautiful composition! you truly brought my ideas to life so perfectly and i can’t gush enough about it! a little more information about the idea for the second piece in this commission series and the isolated art under the cut!
months before the mods brainstormed the time capsule challenge for rodaw, i knew i wanted the focus of my content, particularly these commissions, to be centered around what the future looks like for each of the li’s.
for colt, i no doubt in my mind chose to center the commission around him rebuilding the shop (and in turn his father’s legacy), because it’s something he would’ve done without hesitation. the short letter on this postcard was written by me, and i picked the font because i think he’d have messier, smaller handwriting.
This #RODAW, we want to know: what happened after the story ended?
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Pairings: mentioning of past Liam x MC (Ella/Ellie); Logan x MC
Summary: What happens when Logan brings Ellie to a surprise event?
A/N: An excerpt from my Everything Has Changed series, where Ella changes her name and now lives in Los Angeles.
A/N2: Participating in @rodappreciationweek August 6 = Logan
Umm tumblr totally ate and or deleted this post, like why? There’s nothing crazy in it. Guess this fic sucks LOL Anyways, thank you @burnsoslow for inspiring me to write this, and for you and @alyssalauren looking over this and the edits. Love you guys!
Warnings: sexual innuendos; adult language
Words: 469
Ella, or Ellie by what everyone in her new life called her, was sick of school. She bounced her knee in her seat as she waited for the bell to ring. Ellie knew he was outside waiting for her; she just knew it. Excitement blossomed in her chest, then her brain snapped her back to reality. This wasn’t Liam. But maybe that was for the best. Four years was a long time and Logan was here, not Liam.
The bell rang and everyone in the classroom stood quickly to pack their backpacks. Grateful for not having a bag with her, Ellie stood and ran out of the room. She slowed her pace in the hallway and attempted to speed walk towards the exit. As Ellie walked outside, the sun hit her lightly bronzed skin and she took sight of Logan leaning against his 2005 yellow and black Devore GT. Ellie bit her bottom lip as she locked eyes with him. How a man in ripped jeans and a plain white t-shirt was so sexy she had no idea. She made her way down the stairs and towards the front of the school where he had parked.
“Hey, Troublemaker.”
“Hey yourself.”
Logan smirked. “I want to take you somewhere.”
Ellie’s brow arched. “Oh yeah?”
He opened the door to the car for her and waited expectantly.
“What if I had plans, Logan? You were just going to assume I’d want to come?” She crossed her arms across her chest. She didn’t want to come off as a bitch, but these feelings she had for him were what she should be feeling for Liam. But Liam isn’t here! Her mind screamed at her but she couldn’t help herself.
“Look El,” Logan shut the door and crossed his own arms across his chest. His eyes darkened with desire as they roamed over her long, dark hair splaying over her shoulders, her beige shirt, and her white shorts. Her legs were so long and he let the memory of her wrapping him up in them pop into his brain. “You don’t have plans, Riya said you told her you were going to be with me.” He licked his bottom lip as he stepped closer to her and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “And I want you to come, all day, all the time.”
Ellie’s eyes fluttered shut at his words. “I …”
“Come on,” Logan stepped back and smirked at her. He opened the door again and waited.
“You’re …” Ellie swallowed and opened her eyes. She huffed and got into the car. “You’re a dick.”
“And you really are a troublemaker,” Logan laughed as shut the door and walked around to the driver’s side.
“Where are we going?” Ella buckled her seatbelt as Logan did the same.
Series Summary: After Jin and Logan seemingly part ways for good, she heads to the East Coast to begin a new chapter of her life at Langston. While she forgave Logan for The Lie, she was never ready to let him go, and neither is he. Can they repair their relationship with miles between them?
Pairing: Logan x MC (Jin)
Series Rating/Warnings: 18+; language; series will include ns*w 🍋 scenes
Chapter Rating/Warnings: T
Author’s Note: * All main characters belong to Pixelberry, I’m just borrowing them * I had a bonkers idea to write an i-don’t-know-how-many-parts series for @rodappreciationweek that also reflects the Time Capsule challenge * This is an ambitious AU to my Mixtapes Side A & Hidden Track series, where Jin chose Logan. It begins a few months after the canon events in RoD concluded (my Choices math guesstimates July 2018 for this series), and will span roughly 12 years into the future * It will also include prompts from 50 Wordless Ways to Say “I Love You” and a little literary 🥚 for kicks * chapter title is from a Cigarettes After Sex track *
Word Count: ±1900 (7 minutes reading time)
Catch up with previous chapters here
April 2019
Somewhere past Buffalo, New York, Logan was on his fifth energy drink. A breakfast sandwich sat atop a pile of crosshatched napkins to protect the passenger seat’s leather, which he intended to inhale at the next gas station. He’d been driving all night, music blasting through the speakers while he talked to himself, piecing together a speech to Jin.
He realized he’d been stupid to walk away from what they had in California, though it seemed like the only option at the time. He’d never felt so strongly for someone before, and admitting he loved – loves – Jin knocked him off balance. Walking away from others when things got too intense was easy for him; it was all he’d known growing up. Keeping distant, emotionally or physically, was an act of self-preservation he learned early. He’d trusted others as a child, only to have them pull the rug up from under him.
Something changed when Jin said she loved him on prom night. Logan had heard those words from other girls in the past; late at night between the sheets, in the back seat of cars. They were empty words that slipped from sleepy lips, shrouded under a veil of darkness where he could choose to ignore them. When Jin uttered those three words to him, there was nothing to disguise her intentions or the meaning.
Logan couldn’t believe his ears when she said the words back to him; he even asked her to say it again, to be sure he hadn’t imagined the whole thing. He had been a lot of firsts for her – first kiss, first dance, first time running from the law – but Jin was the first girl to nestle into his heart.
Using some of his racing winnings to cover gas and food, he crossed long stretches of interstates and highways heading East. He made sure to bring more than he needed for the drive back, in case his grand gesture failed to impress Jin and he found himself in need of a motel room. The road stretched out in front of him as he continued driving, passing by cities as people slowly woke to the sound of morning alarm clocks, pretending he was on the run to fight the sleep his body craved.
A short nap at a rest stop once he’d crossed over the state line into Massachusetts was enough to get him through the last leg of his trip. His stomach began to flip the closer he got to Boston, his mind running through all the possible scenarios of seeing Jin after nearly a year since they parted ways.
As he drove down Beacon Street, Logan’s eyes widened at the sight of the university buildings and row houses to either side of him. He had no idea where to start his search, but he knew he wasn’t going to leave the city without trying. He made several loops through the campus, memorizing cross streets and several academic buildings, before eventually parking his car with a well-timed pause near the campus student center.
Logan wandered through the building, his gaze darting around to take note of potential exits out of habit. Contemporary pop filtered through two sets of open doors that led into what looked like a massive dining hall, with close to a dozen different stations. His stomach rumbled in response to the buffet of food in front of him, but he settled for a Snickers and a soda to tide him over.
Between open lounge areas, he noticed a desk area painted in a familiar Langston blue, much like the sweatshirt Jin kept in heavy rotation, even when warm California temperatures called for something lighter. A pretty brunette sat behind the desk, ducking her head down as if she was taking notes. Brightly colored flyers and signs were pinned on a corkboard behind her, announcing school events, lost bicycles, and items for sale. He walked up to the desk and the young woman grinned shyly at him, just as an old phone rang. She held up her index finger to him, grinning again, while she answered the phone. “Information desk, how may I help you?”
Logan watched as the brunette cradled the receiver against her ear and flipped open her laptop, tapping at the keyboard a few times to search for an answer to the caller’s request. “His office hours are from four to five-thirty today. You’re welcome.” She hung up the phone and glanced up at Logan. “Can I help you with anything?”
He offered up a charming smile, leaning against the top of the raised top of the desk with his arm, trying to persuade the young woman to look up a student’s address for him. He was met with a suspicious arch of her brows, wondering why he couldn’t call or text the person instead. She closed her laptop and picked up the textbook she’d been reading earlier, preparing to ignore him. Logan sighed, setting his drink on the counter to free up both of his hands, and reached for his wallet in his back pocket. He pulled free a copy of the prom photos he’d taken with Jin, handing it over to the brunette. “We haven’t spoken in months, and I never got her address when she moved out here because I messed up. I’m trying to make up for it.” Her expression softened as she looked at the photo, then up to Logan, and back again. “Her name is Jinrae Nadora. Please. Anything would help.”
The young woman eyed him carefully before exhaling softly and opening her laptop again. With a few taps and keystrokes, she shook her head at herself, her eyes alternating between the screen before her and Logan’s brown eyes lighting up in anticipation. “I’m not really supposed to do this,” she uttered, scrolling through the results. “Especially for a non-student.”
Logan looked over his shoulder to the dining hall. “A meal on me, as thanks?”
She paused to scribble something on a fresh page in her notebook, then tore the corner and held it up to Logan. It would cost him a large double double coffee and half a dozen sesame bagels. He laughed with disbelief at her request, but he would’ve bought every bagel available if it meant getting Jin’s address.
He returned to the desk with her meal in tow, having added single serve containers of cream cheese for good measure. The brunette smiled at him as she stood up, checking the brown paper bag to count her breakfast bounty, and handed him the slip of paper. She sighed happily, closing her eyes as she relished in the first sip of her coffee, and returned to her seat. Logan stared down at the piece of paper in his hand; there was no address, just a name and a phone number. “What’s this?” he inquired, holding the paper cupped in his palm.
“Brownstones the school owns for housing,” she replied. She stood up again and pointed to the phone number. “Her house’s landline, only thing listed.” She shrugged her shoulders at him, an unspoken apology for the lack of details.
Logan thanked her for her help and pulled out his phone to search for more information about the rowhouses as he made his way back to his car. A small, defeated exhale made his shoulders slouch; the school owned over 50 houses. He looked down at the phone number and tapped the screen to place a call, even with the risk that Jin might be the one to answer. He hadn’t driven this far just to give up.
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Jin was taking the long way home after her last class for the week, thanks to her housemate Sarah’s need for a Dunkin’ fix to get ready for a busy night of waiting tables. They’d become fast friends through their first year at college, with the pair of them sharing a wall in the rowhouse they called home. They chatted about weekend plans to check out at least one of the frat parties on Saturday, since they lived a few doors down anyway.
Jin hoped for some kind of surprise tomorrow; it was going to be her first birthday where her Dad wouldn’t wake her with breakfast. She thought back to last year’s birthday and the chaos that came with it. It was the day she met Logan and went to her first party, which resulted in her first getaway with Logan when police arrived. She smiled to herself as she half-listened to Sarah talking about one of the guys she worked with, memories of her first and second kiss with Logan after he’d driven her home flooding her mind.
The whole night had been thrilling to a sheltered kid from Los Angeles, and it was the just the beginning for a brief moment of living completely on the edge. She didn’t miss the anxiety of being a target, but part of her missed everyone she’d gotten to know from Kaneko’s crew. She would have given anything to be able to go for one more drive with Logan in his bright yellow—
Jin’s heart raced in her chest as she and Sarah neared their house; she noticed a car that bore a striking resemblance to Logan’s Devore on the street. Same model, same paint job and everything. She walked ahead of Sarah to get a look at the plates, heart plummeting to her gut when she noticed the Illinois plates. For a brief second, Jin thought it might’ve been him; the boy she was forced to leave behind.
She was so preoccupied staring at the car that she hadn’t noticed Sarah walked ahead of her to speak to someone sitting on their stoop. Jin figured it was one of their other housemates, stepping out for air or a cigarette. Crestfallen, with her eyes watching her own footsteps, she didn’t notice the person on the stoop stand up in greeting. Sarah’s voice pulled her away from misty memories of last year, and Jin looked up, unsure if she was still daydreaming. “Logan?” Jin blinked several times, staring at the guy on her stoop. “Is that you?” His hair was longer than the last time she’d seen him, on the front lawn back home in California, but she recognized the tentative, boyish smile on his face when he nodded in agreement.
Jin let her backpack slip off her shoulder and fall to the ground. Her eyes welled with tears at the sight of the boy she’d thought about every day since he drove away and she ran to him, wrapping Logan in the biggest bear hug her tiny body could muster.
Logan could feel Jin’s tears against his neck, and the way she shuddered against his chest, trying to hold in her sobs. Even though she was crying, he loved feeling her in his arms again. He rubbed soothing circles against her back until he realized she was cutting off his airway with her arms around him. The calm circles changed to light but urgent taps, and he tilted his face skyward in an effort to breathe easier. “Ease up, Jin!” Logan laughed, despite himself. “Can’t…breathe!”
Jin released her grip around Logan, blinking away a few stray tears as she studied his face. He tucked loose strands of hair behind her ear and cupped her cheek, his heart swelling when she leaned into his touch…and then he nearly lost his footing when she kissed him.
Summary: An innocent question prompts some reflection
Author’s Note: Written for @rodappreciationweek Day 1 - Logan. It’s kind of more of a teaser for my upcoming MC piece than anything, but I figured it might be a fun contribution to the Time Capsule Challenge! And yes, this is my same MC from my RODAW Colt x MC pieces from last year. My ROD MC was with Logan until the “it was all planned” reveal, which pushed her to fully embrace her connection/attraction to Colt. This is set about 14 years after the end of those stories as a point of reference.
“Dad, when was the last time you went on a date?”
Logan glanced up from the email he was reading, caught off guard by his daughter’s question. “What?”
“When did you last go on a date?” Lily persisted from across the table, her algebra homework scattered in front of her.
“Why are you asking, Ladybug?”
Lily rolled her eyes at the nickname, one she used to smile widely at when she was little, clinging to Logan’s arm. But now that she was officially a teenager, she was way too mature for it, or so she said. “Just curious. Like, when we’re at Mom and Amy’s, do you go out?”
“Sometimes. Last weekend I went to a Rangers game with some guys from work.”
“That’s not what I meant. Do you go out go out?”
“Don’t you have homework that needs your attention?”
Lily shook her head, adjusting her glasses just slightly. “It’s not due until Thursday. Why won’t you answer my question?”
“Because I’m the dad, and it’s none of your business.”
“Uhh, I’m not little like Landon! It’s not fair for you to blow me off like that!”
“Lily, come on. There is no way you care that much about my social life. So what actually brought on this line of questioning?”
Lily bit her lip and twisted her pencil through her fingers before she asked, “Did you hear that Dani’s parents are getting a divorce?”
Logan resisted the urge to laugh. His daughter was about to try to set him up with her best friend’s mother. This was going to be interesting.
“Yes, your mother told me.”
“Right… well, Dani’s mom is nice, isn’t she?”
“Uh huh,” Logan glanced back at his laptop, pretending to read over the agenda for the meeting tomorrow he had open.
“Dad, stop it! You know what I mean!”
“I do, Lily. But sorry, I don’t do set ups.”
“Ugggh,” she groaned out with a sigh as rolled her shoulders. “Why not?”
“Let’s just say the last time I was set up with someone, it ended pretty badly.”
Lily seemed to accept his answer, though not without a massive sigh and another eye roll, but her topic of conversation stuck with him all night long. Past tucking in Landon and calling out for Lily to get off her phone and go to sleep.
Sitting in bed, he pulled out his own phone. He hadn’t really thought about her in years. And while every so often she would drift across his mind, it had been almost two decades since he last saw her. But even though Kaneko’s instructions to pursue Ellie Whitnall hadn’t exactly been a traditional set up, it was close enough that he was thinking about her now.
He hadn’t kept track of her after they all split up. Not that he hadn’t wanted to. But she needed space, from the whole Mercy Park Crew really, but from him in particular. He’d hurt her, violated her trust, broken what they had. She deserved a wonderful life where she could succeed and thrive without a bunch of wanted criminals holding her back. He’d known if he knew where she was and what she was up to, it would have been too hard to stay away. He would have been behind the wheel in an instant, drawn back to her side.
So back when they’d all gone their separate ways, he’d made the choice to let her be. He resisted the urge to check in, to see where she was, how she was doing. At first, it felt nearly impossible. But as time marched on, the desire to search for her, either digitally or in person, faded into something more manageable. Cold, lonely nights eventually shifted into a new life and existence as he moved from Detroit down to Dallas. He got his GED and got hired on the design team at Toyota. He met Lucy, got married, had two children. His life filled with new joys, ones he never could have dared to dream of. Thoughts of Ellie shifted from a deep pang to a fleeting nostalgic glow. Not for the life he lived back when he knew her, and certainly not for the role he played in the destruction of their relationship, but for the way his first love shaped him. For the hope and compassion she’d introduced to his life, without which, there was no way he would be where he was today.
He wondered, for the first time in quite some time, what she was up to. How she was doing. He hoped she was at least as happy as he was. She deserved that much. Hell, she deserved much more than that. He was divorced, trying to figure out the coparenting thing with his ex and her girlfriend. It had taken him a long time to find steady work. While all of those struggles were manageable, particularly compared to his teenage years, they still weren’t ideal. And if anyone should have an ideal life, it was her.
He wasn’t sure why he did it, why he started to search “Ellie Whitnall” tonight of all nights. He had no idea if she was still in LA or even if Whitnall was still her last name. She could easily be married at this point, although searches for “Ellie Kaneko” didn’t bring up any results. He scrolled through dozens of Ellie Whitnalls on Pictagram, trying not to imagine his daughter screeching out that only “old people” were on Pictagram anymore, glancing at faces, trying to see if any of them looked familiar. But maybe twenty or twenty-five profiles down, he stopped in his tracks.
It was her. She looked so similar. Her hair was a bit shorter, and she didn’t look like a teenager anymore, but he didn’t need the frequent location tags of Los Angeles to know it was her. She looked just like she always had in so many ways. Same thoughtful eyes. Same wide smile. Same little crinkle of her eyebrow when she laughed.
Seeing her again, even just through a screen, was how he always knew it would be. He scrolled through her posts, ravenous to see more of her, to catch any glimpses of her life that he could. She had a daughter, who looked to be a few years older than Lily, with dark brown hair and Ellie’s nose. She seemed to have a close group of friends, as she posted numerous photos of her with the same six women. She didn’t seem to have a partner, though. And there was no ring on her finger.
He had no excuse for what he did next, nothing to blame it on other than seeing her again tripped something inside him. It wasn’t exactly regret or hope or expectation. More a curiosity than anything. After all, he’d always been drawn to her quiet intensity. But for whatever reason, he swiped, pulling up the option to send her a DM.
a quickly thrown together mona fic for @rodappreciationweek
thank you @ineedskyecrandall for the idea and help, i hope i lived up to your expectations lol
Passing Faces
T Rating
Mona x MC (Ellie Wheeler)
~800 words
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Blonde. Glasses. Beard. Face Tat. Neon Hair. Countless details on countless people pass Mona by as she walks down the street, heavy boots thudding on the pavement.
It’s been a few months since her release, and things are at least starting to feel normal again, even if they aren’t really. Even if no one was waiting for her when she stepped out, even if no one’s called her, no one’s even noticed her. Not the Mercy Park Crew, not Ellie, not even all the passing faces on the street.
Mona sighs, bored fingers pushing hair behind her ear once again, and pushes open the door to a little cafe.
Ellie brought her here once. Said even big bad car thieves can enjoy a croissant. It was a pretty good croissant.
Mona bumps into someone twice her size - Lip Piercing - and scowls up at him. He moves first.
She grumbles to herself, pushing past to reach the counter and situates herself in line, foot tapping in annoyance. Her dark eyes scan the shop, the tables and meals, and especially the people, just as she always does, in the exact same guarded way.
Until they land on one face in particular, details so familiar. Nose and hair and tiny tattoo and laughter-crinkled eyes, it’s all so familiar. And those eyes aren’t looking at her, haven’t even noticed her.
They’re on equally happy green eyes. They’re on lopsided glasses frames. They’re on dark hair and coffee cups and smiling teeth. And they’re on tangled fingers and a lovestruck gaze, heads bent so close the rest of the world’s fallen away. The coffee shop, the food sitting before them, even Mona across the shop.
Her legs are moving before she’s even registered it, those same heavy boots colliding with a polished floor until she’s before that familiar face, and the new one too.
“Ellie,” she bites out, the name bitter on her tongue, stinging where it once soothed.
Surprised eyes flicker to her, blink at her, the gears turning in Ellie’s mind for a moment too long. “Holy - Mona! You’re - You’re -“
“Free?”
“Yeah! When - Did you just get out?” Ellie asks, shock melting into amazement as she stands and approaches. But it’s slow and wary, like she’s approaching a predator. Or a wounded animal.
“No.”
“What? Then how come -?”
Mona cuts her off, arms folded over her chest and shoulders bent in to protect herself. “I tried. I called. You didn’t pick up.”
“Sorry, I’ve just been really busy. With school and everything, you know?” Ellie gestures, with her shoulders tight and the rest of her posture so casual.
“It was one phone call.”
“Yeah, and I’m sorry, I just -“
“Who’s this?” Mona stops her once more, jutting her chin at the new face.
“Oh,” Ellie visibly deflates, her bluster and confidence falling apart in a heartbeat. “This is... my partner,” she mumbles, glancing nervously between Mona and the new face.
The dark-haired woman is quiet for a long moment, the silence stretching and stretching, fraught with tension until it snaps. “I see,” is all Mona says.
Ellie exhales, fidgeting where she stands. “I’m sorry, this is awkward,” she begins to ramble. “What if you and I meet -”
“I have somewhere to be,” Mona interrupts again, turning on her heel in one swift motion. She starts for the door, shoving her hair back behind her ear when it falls, and ignoring the quiver in her grip as she does.
“Hey, wait!” Ellie’s voice calls after her, light footsteps catching up to Mona until they’re falling into step beside hers. “Can we trade numbers or something? Or -”
“You have my number. It’s the same one I tried to call you with.”
“Look,” Ellie steps in front of the other woman, blocking her from the cafe’s door. “Mona, if you’re mad at me for dating someone else, I don’t know what to tell you. It just… kinda happened,” she shrugs uselessly.
“It’s fine,” Mona counters, blunt and without any emotion in her voice. Her shaking hands the only indicator of her hurt until she stuffs them in her pockets. “I told you to forget me, shouldn’t be surprised that you actually did.”
Ellie’s face falls, those familiar features dipping into an expression Mona could only describe as heartbreak. “I didn’t forget you,” she whispers.
But it’s not enough. Nothing could be enough to fix the cracks in Mona. In her hopes, in her heart, in the stiff way she stands, and in the feigned scowl on her own face.
Ellie may be heartbroken, but Mona is falling apart in this tiny cafe.
“No, you just tried to.”
She shoves past and through the door, boots hitting the ground with even more ferocity, and elbows her way through the crowded street. The faces stop and stare now, surprise and annoyance and frustration and pity all painted across their momentarily passing faces. They notice Mona now, they whisper and grumble and tell her off now.
Of course it’s now, when she’s wiping tears from her cheeks.
