someone should tell grace if you dont wanna look guilty for something you probably shouldnt bring it up unprompted with the cover of "oh my friend was keeping tabs on your blog and saw you say my name soooo"
"hey me and my mutuals were stalking you and we didn't approve of your response to my public harassment" type shit
merry christmas and happy holidays @icegirl2772! surprise! i'm your btr secret santa this year and i had so much fun borrowing james and kaelyn to take them out for a little spin :) please enjoy this little story about one of my favorite holiday traditions! <3 i wanted to wait until it was christmas for the both of us to post!! hope you love it as much as i do hehe
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Traditions were hard to build when half your life was spent on the road…
At least, that’s what Kaelyn and James had been learning these last few years as Big Time Rush had shot from obscurity to stardom seemingly overnight. Since their first Christmas in Los Angeles, when Griffin had just about held them hostage, until they released a Christmas EP with celebrity guests, his demands of the band had grown and grown.
He’d fooled them the first year, keeping them from being able to get to Minnesota in time to see their families, and the second year, when he’d physically locked them inside of Rocque Records until Kaelyn wrote a hit to rival “Mistletoe” by Justin Bieber, and even the third, when he’d used his connections to all their RCM/CBT/Global-Net/ Sanyoid technology to set the clocks back and convince them it wasn’t really Christmas.
This year, however, the band and their songwriter hadn’t let Griffin get the drop on them. They’d planned out their time wisely, from October to the middle of December, to thwart any plan their company CEO had to keep them in Los Angeles over the holidays.
Kaelyn had learned one of the key components of a Christmas song was having a muse to write about; there was no shortage of winter-themed melodies and rhymes she could come up with, simply by being around him. She’d even managed to squeeze out a Hanukkah song this year, befitting of the other holiday she was learning to celebrate now that they were together, which the boys were more than happy to lay down in the studio.
So, when Griffin was presented with the holiday EP in mid-December, there was nothing stopping the band, their writer, and the Knights from jetting off to the Midwest, to finally have a holiday celebration in their hometown.
Kaelyn had to have a hard conversation with her mother, brother, and sister, stating that she was interested in spending her time at Mrs. Diamond’s with her boyfriend while they were back home, but promised that Christmas Eve and Christmas day she’d stay with them in her childhood home. With pushback only from Kendall - despite James and Kaelyn being together for upwards of three years now, he still wasn’t used to it - and a blessing from the other two girls, they had parted ways at the airport with a promise to see each other again in a few days.
Now, with Christmas Eve fast approaching, Kaelyn and James had decided to spend their last night at Mrs. Diamond’s preparing some side dishes to bring over for the celebration. Mrs. K had fed them so many meals throughout the year, despite it being just her and Katie in apartment 2-J now, so they figured they’d let her make the main dish since they were already spending so much time apart from her.
At the moment, what seemed like the entire surface of the kitchen island was covered in flour as Kaelyn worked on making gingerbread cookies that looked like her friends, family, and partner, while James attempted to remake the Sufganiyot he’d made for their Hanukkha celebrations earlier that month.
From the large TV in the living room, the sound of Christmas songs from one of the music stations overlapped with the sound of hot oil crackling in the pot James had on the stove.
“Did you remember to grab the M&M’s and icing at the store?” Kaelyn thought aloud, pulling open every drawer in the kitchen while attempting to find where Mrs. Diamond kept her plastic baggies. The entire place smelled like cinnamon, now that she’d taken her cookies out of the oven at the perfect time.
Like he could read her mind, James pulled open the drawer next to where he stood frying up his dough at the stove, pulling a few baggies out and handing them in her direction. “‘Course I did, sweet thing. You only asked me, like, a million times to make sure they were in the cart.”
When his hazel eyes flickered to hers, she could see them clearly, thanks to the shorter haircut he’d been rocking the last year. Kaelyn wondered if he ever missed his longer style like she did. Though, she understood image was everything in their industry. Big Time Rush was getting older, trying to present themselves to the world as men now that they were growing up.
Sometimes, it was hard to believe she’d known James for so long; That he’d gone from a stranger on Kendall’s pee-wee hockey team to her best friend to the love of her life.
“It’s the most essential part of making a gingerbread man!” She shot back, teasingly, bumping her hip into his as she passed him by, accepting the bags he held out to her. “The buttons being your favorite colors is so cute to me… And you know Carlos won’t eat his cookie unless his black helmet is iced on top! Don’t even get me started on Logan this year… He wanted a lab coat!”
“Do you have to make theirs first?” He whined, going at a few of the Sufganiyot with the tongs and pulling them out of the oil, placing them on a paper towel to cool off. When he was done, he gestured toward the raw dough she’d left on a bed of flour on the counter. “Our cookies look so sad… All the other ones got baked together!”
With a small smile, Kaeyln glanced at the two gingerbread people she’d cut out of the dough. As carefully as she could, she’d placed them next to each other, with their tiny, stubbed arms overlapping one another to make it look like they were holding hands. “Ours are too big to fit on the pan when they’re positioned like that. I didn’t want them to get ruined if the other ones expanded while they baked, but they’re going in soon.”
“Oh! I see! Ours are going to be perfect then!” In one graceful twirl, James left his position at the stove, swiped his finger along the mess they’d made of the island, and booped Kaelyn on the nose, leaving a flour-white mark. “Just like we are!”
His deep laugh roared through the kitchen as he took in the sight of his beautiful girlfriend and the floury spot he’d left on her skin.
Little did he know, two could play at that game.
James made the mistake of turning back to his frying dough, while Kaelyn slapped her entire hand down on the counter, wiggling it around for good measure, to make sure it was nice and coated in the powder spread across the surface.
“That’s right, fox,” She cooed, making sure to pull out their special nicknames for each other as she slowly sauntered over to him.
Too distracted in making sure his sufganiyot didn’t burn, he was still oblivious to the attack awaiting him and turned toward her once he realized she’d stepped over. When he leaned in to place a kiss on the top of her head, she acted like she was reaching up to cup his face, before patting a gigantic white handprint on his cheek.
“Hey!” He protested, voice pitching up like he was annoyed, through the ear-to-ear grin splitting across his face told Kaelyn otherwise. “You’re asking for it now…”
Careful as he pulled his last piece of dough out of the oil so as not to burn himself or his girlfriend, James set the tongs on the counter, before wiggling his eyebrows at Kaelyn. “Should I be nice and give you a headstart?”
“Like you could ever catch someone as fast as me…” Kaelyn teased, backing out of his vicinity the moment he reached out toward her, and slamming her hands down on the counter to coat them once more.
In return, James copied the action and in a moment they were on opposite ends of the island. “You’re on!”
As they chased each other around the space, the sounds of their joy mixed nicely with the music in the background, shaping into one of their favorite Christmas memories to date.
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Later that night, a large plate of Sufganiyot sat stuffed full of jelly on the counter, next to a small army of gingerbread men that looked just like the four boys of Big Time Rush and their family members. Plus, an extra large cookie couple holding hands, icing decorated to make them appear just like James and Kaelyn, sat on a plate of their own.
The two lovebirds were out of breath long before, though the remnants of their flour fight was littered throughout the small kitchen space, along with their clothing, and their skin.
“Well, I’d call tonight a success.” James sighed, wiping a hand across his brow while slinging an arm around his girlfriend as they took in the payoff of their hard work. “Two of the best dishes for the Knight potluck sitting right here and no one else even knows it…”
Kaelyn’s handprint was still clear on his cheek, though now there were many more stains riddling his person. Cuddling into him, she planted a kiss on the clean side of his cheek. “Can’t wait to show everyone up tomorrow.”
Before she was able to pull away, James caught her chin between his fingers, dipping down to give her a long, slow kiss that sent her stomach twisting up in knots.
“Merry almost Christmas, Kaelyn,” he murmured, coming back up for air. “I love getting to celebrate with you.”
Forgetting her own flour-mess on her hands, she brought her palms to her cheeks to try and hide the red shade they were turning.
“There’s nothing better than roping you into our family celebration,” She told him, despite the slight muffling of her words. “I love celebrating with you too.”
“Why do you assume you’re a problem for me? I chose to love you, and all that comes with that.”
@born-to-be-mischievous
"Because…" Ethan huffed, "I'm different from other wolves. I'm more submissive than any other alpha I know." He looked at Jaelyn, biting his lip. "I'm an anomaly."
