Shut Your Eyes by goten0040 and <user site="livejournal.com" us

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Fandom: BIG TIME RUSH
Pairing: Kendall/James, Carlos/Stephanie, Logan/Camille
Length: 26 chapters
Authors on LJ: goten0040 and garnetice
Author Website: oursecretspace (joint fic journal)
Why this must be read: The thing about tiny fandoms is that there just doesn't tend to be much lengthy fic. This, however, is hands down the best long fic in the fandom, and it offers plenty to sink your teeth into. And I won't lie, I went into it a little hesitantly -- it's a future where things have very much fallen apart, to the point where Kendall hasn't seen his friends or family in a few years and James is missing entirely. That's so far from what I, personally, picture that I wasn't sure I could be sold on it… until I started reading, just a few chapters, right, and then it was 3 AM and I had work in the morning and the worst thing was that the fic wasn't finished yet. Anyhoo. For all this fic is about James' frustrating, very realistic struggle with drugs, it's even more about Kendall's own issues and insecurities, and the way two incredibly broken people might help each other -- or might break each other further. It's a read that's equal parts painful and compelling, and very, very well drawn.

Players were always particularly harsh with me on the ice. It wasn’t every day that a former boyband leader was whooping them. Anyone who had done choreographed dance moves and sung about girls wasn’t exactly considered a threat, and thus led to their untimely doom. Of course, when a guy who had done choreographed dance moves and sung about girls kicked another, tougher guy’s ass – people tended to get offended.

“Faggot,” was hissed in my direction as my eyelids fluttered open. The referees were dragging him away.

“Kendall! Man, are you okay?” I was hazily being helped to my feet. They were sitting me on the bench and yanking the helmet off my head, my cropped hair sticking to my forehead in a mix of sweat and blood. “Fuck. Get the medic over here. This is bad. Try to stay with me Knight, alright?”

I nodded, though I wasn’t completely sure what I was nodding for.

I was 28 when I was forced to take a leave of absence from the Minnesota Wild due to a head injury.

Things sure had changed, that was for sure.

Shut Your Eyes (TW: drug addiction, homophobia, character death)