A/N: Hey, guys! I just want to thank all of you who reviewed Let the Chips Fall Where They May3 So far only three of you have reviewed, but really, that's three more than I could have hoped for, haha. Anyway, this is just a collection of one shots I wrote to kind of get the creative juices flowing for that story. I put my iPod on shuffle & only wrote for the length of whatever song popped up, so don't expect these to be TOO fabulous. But, hey, they get the job done. :) I'll probably post some more of these everytime I get a story done, but don't expect one TOO soon...that last one was fifteen pages on Microsoft Word, so you got to give me some time. ;_; Not to mention I have to get the motivation & inspiration & now I'm just rambling, aren't I? I didn't properly know how to post so I didn't get to put an author's note in my first story. Oh, & if you guys reallyreally want me to write about a pairing that doesn't involve Logan, then you're going to have to tell me, haha. He just always ends up in the mix somehow. xD & reviews are beautiful, beautiful things. ;)
OKAY I'M SORRY FOR WASTING YOUR TIME. ONWARD, MY TRUSTY STEEDS, TO THE ONE SHOTS~
I'm Not Okay – My Chemical Romance. (Kogan)
Logan was near his breaking point. He didn't know how much longer he could keep up this façade, telling everyone he was fine and that nothing was wrong. Nothing at all.
But it's hard. It's hard finally getting what you want, & realizing that everyone else hated you for it, thinks you're disgusting, wants nothing to do with you.
It's hard ruining your friends' dreams just because you couldn't keep your own a secret.
"Logie," Kendall spoke softly, sitting beside his boyfriend on the end of the bed and rubbing in between his shoulders. "Logie, you sure you're okay?"
Logan sat up, smiling at him. It didn't reach his eyes. "I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be?"
Kendall smiled gently at him, lightly pressing a kiss to his forehead, "You know I can read you like a book. Come on, what's the matter?"
Logan cracked.
"I'm not – I'm not okay!" he sobbed, hysterically even, and the taller boy just pulled him closer. "All the dirty looks, and – and those photographs you took, they got out. They got out! I'm not okay." He laughed bitterly, "Trust me, I'm not okay."
Kendall didn't say anything, just held his boyfriend close as they both shook with sobs.
Hot Mess – Cobra Starship. (Jogan/Jagan)
"Come on, Logan." James grinned mischievously, taking in the sight before him. People were sweating, huddled on the dance floor, grinding and groping. "Loosen up!"
"This really isn't my style, James…" the smaller boy worried at his lip, causing his friend to stare for a moment. When Logan took notice, however, he averted his gaze.
Without saying a word, James dragged Logan to the dance floor.
Logan stood in place, stiff and claustrophobic. "Oh my God, James…" he said, coffee eyes wide and nervous.
But James remained silent, pushing up against his friend and grinding.
"J-James…" Logan swallowed before, hesitantly, beginning to swivel his hips and move in time to the music.
James loved his hips.
"I'm loving this," James whispered in his ear.
Logan gasped as the boy's knee brushed him right there, voice breathy as he said, "Hell yes."
Girl All the Bad Guys Want – Bowling For Soup. (Kogan)
Kendall has always been Logan's protector, ever since they were kids. The problem is, for how book smart the boy is, he's not particularly socially or street smart.
He never notices the way all the "bad boys" try to rid him of his innocence and naivety, try to taint Logan. Kendall's Logan.
So, when Kendall catches Wayne Wayne (of all fucking people) cornering Logan, gaze hungrily taking in his lithe form, well – well Kendall just isn't have any of that.
"I know everyone wants to get rid of you, but you seem really flexible, which is always good in the music biz…" he spoke, tone low with lust.
Of course, Logan replies with a chipper tone, "Yeah, I am. I can bend all the way backwards; want to see?" he grins.
"I'd love to-"
And this is where Kendall throws Wayne Wayne to the ground.
"Come on, Logan. You're mine." He glares as the "bad boy" lays on the ground, shocked.
Logan blushes profusely, stumbling after his apparent 'owner'.
"W- what?"
Something – Across the Universe cover of The Beatles. (Cargan)
Carlos doesn't mean to stare. Honest.
…But, well, that doesn't mean he isn't going to. Especially when Logan's laying beside him in bed, face peaceful as the moonlight hits in all the right places.
He loves Logan. He loves the way Logan trusts him, knows Carlos could never want anyone else if he tried. Loves how Logan never wants him to leave, but never expects him to, either. He loves how Logan wants them to go public, be affectionate and honest in front of the whole world.
What he doesn't love is how, for once in his life, Carlos is the one uncertain about being himself.
But when he spares another glance at Logan, who gets a soft little smile in his sleep, he thinks that, yeah.
Yeah, maybe the world deserves to know that this boy is his.