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[axa-schmidt]

big time rush drawing ｡𖦹°‧

i really liked this pic of our boys so i had to draw it in my style !! 😼

[loganfixedmyheart]

I went to see Big Time Rush in concert at my city! 🤍

[scarletmooon]

Hi everyone 👋 I just wanted to share that last Friday a childhood dream of mine became true. I got to see BIG TIME RUSH live in concert. 🥳🥹 7-year-old me would've never imagined this would ever happen. 🤩🥳🥹 You know what they say, if you really want something, it'll come true!

[maslowprincess4ever]

BTR ❤🖤✨

[partiallypearl]

i think we should do a btr christmas exchange

[nessiithatsme]

Unexpected Connection -Logan Henderson Fanfic

A sneak peek at my current fan fiction. Feel free to drop by! 

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The suite room was bathed in a golden light, the long shadows on the walls seemed to move as if the room were alive. Everything seemed surreal, almost as if I had left reality behind me. But it wasn't the hallway that made the air so heavy – it was him. 

He stood before me, casual, as if he owned the world, his hands deep in the pockets of his jeans, which fit him far too well.His mocking grin seemed to bore into my innermost being, and I felt my jaw tighten. 

"What a coincidence, running into you here," he said, his voice a soft contrast to his cutting words. "Or are you here to watch over me? I knew you were a control freak, but this is impressive."

"Monitor?" I folded my arms across my chest, forcing myself to ignore the heat rising in my cheeks. "Don't worry, Logan. I have better things to do than deal with you." 

"Oh, really?" He took a step closer, and suddenly the hallway felt a lot smaller. "You know, Emma, for someone who supposedly doesn't care about me, you're around me an awful lot."

I felt my fingernails dig into the palms of my hands. "Maybe because I'm constantly busy repairing the damage you and your chaos leave behind." 

"Chaos?" He raised an eyebrow in mock surprise, but his gaze was full of challenge. "You mean the little life I bring into this? If I'm honest, it looks like you could use it."

"Life? Or ego show?" I countered, taking a step forward and glaring at him. "You're so in love with yourself, it almost hurts to watch you." 

He laughed softly, a deep, vibrating sound that went through my nerves like an electric shock. "And yet here you are, Emma. Right in front of me. Why don't you just leave?"

"Because..." I faltered, searching for a quick-witted answer, but his gaze held me captive, as if he had seen right through me. 

"Because you can't," he said softly, his voice like a whisper that passed right by my mind and struck me somewhere deeper. 

"You're so arrogant," I hissed, but my voice sounded less convincing than I wanted.

"And you're so damn controlled," he shot back, stepping even closer until only a breath was between us. "Maybe you should let go, Emma. You have no idea how much you need this." 

"Let go?" I laughed, but the laughter sounded hollow, almost desperate. "And what? Give you control? So you can win your little game?"

"This isn't a game," he said, his voice suddenly serious. "You feel it just like I do. The only question is how long you're going to keep denying it." 

"You're not my type," I murmured, but even I could hear how weak the words sounded.

"And you're definitely not my type," he shot back, his eyes on my lips as if he couldn't help it. "Maybe that's exactly the point." 

"This is wrong." I shook my head, trying to ignore the rising heat inside me.

"Only people who are afraid say that," he murmured, before placing a hand on the wall next to my head and leaning in even closer. "Tell me, Emma. Are you afraid?" 

"Afraid of you?" I snorted, trying to catch myself. "Dream on."

"Maybe I am." His breath brushed my skin, and I felt my façade begin to crumble. "Or maybe this is the moment when you finally stop deluding yourself." 

Before I could answer, before I could regain control, he tilted his head and kissed me – a wild, demanding kiss that swept all my principles out of the way like a blow.

It wasn't gentle, not hesitant. It was hot, almost angry, a struggle between two people who couldn't stand each other but couldn't get away from each other. I wanted to push him away, to hate him for knowing exactly how much he upset me. But my hands clung to his shoulders as if he were the only constant in a chaos I didn't understand.

"See?" he murmured hoarsely against my lips. 'Not so different after all.'

Just as I was about to forget the world around me, when I was ready to give myself over completely to the moment, I felt everything around me begin to flicker. 

I opened my eyes and found myself in my dark bedroom, bathed in sweat and with my heart pounding wildly. 

My breathing was labored, and it took me several seconds to realize that I had only dreamed it. "What the hell..." I whispered, running a trembling hand through my hair. But no matter how hard I tried to suppress the dream – his gaze, his touch, his grin were still like a fire that refused to go out.

[bigtimesecretsanta]

Friendly Reminder:

Hey Rushers!

Just a quick reminder that you have TWO (2!!!) more days to sign up for the Big Time Secret Santa event if you haven’t already.

All submissions will close on Friday night at midnight, so get them in now!

If you have any questions feel free to message me @partiallypearl or @fiyero3305!