#James diamond

[daisyjoyflower]

[cant-get-enough-btr-forever]

Big Time Incorrect Quotes/Text Posts #46

[btr-rewatch]

The boys in every episode: "Big Time Audition"

[axa-maslow]

i was bored so i found these empty templates and i added the BTR characters 😭 :

maybe i’ll do a part 2 🔥

[supercap2319]

Kendall: "What time is it?"

All of BTR: "It's girl time!"

Y/N: "Sex time!"

BTR: *Looks at him in shock*

Y/N: "What? You guys don't have a 'sex time?'"

[snow-snowball]

You call him "baby".

Characters: James Diamond, Logan Mitchell, Carlos Garcia, Kendall Knight.

Warnings: none; SFW

W: 1k

A/N: English is not my first language, so I apologise for my mistakes. Dividers belong to @enchanthings-a and her new blog @enchanthings

James Diamond:

• “Baby? Me?” the guy looked at you in confusion.

• James was clearly flustered. He was just around when you needed help retrieving the kite that got stuck in a tree.

• He often plays the role of the cool, glamorous guy, frequently hearing compliments like “Hey, handsome!” or “Looking good, are you free tonight?”, but no one had ever called him that way before.

• “No one’s ever called me that…” he said, pulling a purple bandana from his pocket and tying it around his head. “But if you want to, feel free to call me that when it’s just us, babe!” James winked at you, and after you raised an eyebrow in disbelief, he eventually retrieved the kite and casually handed it to you. “Did your little boy do well?” he asked, flashing a bright smile. You giggled, ruffled his hair playfully, and then dashed off.

• Even though he tries to project a cool demeanor, James is actually shy. He loved how you called him that, but he prefers to keep it private, not wanting his friends to tease him about it.

Logan Mitchell:

• Logan was in the kitchen, trying to fix Kendall's mom's mixer. She had asked him to do it three days ago, but Logan had been so swamped that it kept slipping his mind. Today, though, Gustavo finally gave them a day off, and the guy jumped at the chance to keep his promise.

• “Alright, this goes here, and that goes there. Got it,” he mumbled when suddenly you burst through the door, making him drop the screws he was supposed to attach.

• “Hey, baby, have you seen Carlos?” you asked while stepping inside, scanning the room for the guy in the helmet. “That fool broke my eyeshadow while goofing around!”

• “Ow!” Logan stubbed his pinky toe on the edge of the table, knocked over the glass of water, then slipped and fell.

• “Oh my God! Logan!” You rushed over to help him up. “Are you okay? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you!”

• “What did you just call me, like, three minutes ago?” he asked, rubbing his bruised tailbone.

• “Baby?”

• “Baby…that’s intriguing. Are you developing some sort of motherly instinct or something?”

• “Mother…what? What the hell do you mean, maternal instinct? God, Logan, you innocent goofball.” You slapped your forehead and headed for the door. “If you see Carlos, give me a shout!” The door slammed shut, leaving Logan alone with his thoughts. Honestly, he understood what you meant when you called him that. But he was so flustered that he decided to get out of the situation with his usual cleverness.

• “Ha-ha-ha! Baby Logan!” Someone’s laughter echoed in the room, and Logan turned to see Carlos fall from the ceiling. “Ouch.” He lay on the floor for a few minutes, writhing in pain, before giving a thumbs-up. “I’m fine!”

Carlos Garcia:

• Carlos was heading to the park, happily munching on a corn dog when suddenly you crashed into him and quickly ducked behind his broad back. Dogs were chasing you, and you were scared out of your wits. Carlos looked at you in confusion, then at the mutts, and back at you.

• “Dude, please help me!” You pressed yourself against his solid frame, trembling with fear. Without missing a beat, he pulled out more corn dogs from who-knows-where and tossed them into the bushes, where the dogs immediately bolted after them. “Farewell, my tasty treats,” Carlos lamented, but his mood lifted instantly when he felt a kiss on his cheek.

• “Thanks, babe!” You wrapped your arms around him tightly, giving him another peck on the cheek before dashing off.

• “Whoa…” The guy broke into a goofy grin and fainted right there. His friends, who had orchestrated the whole thing (they didn’t mean to scare you; they just wanted to set you up with Carlos), high-fived each other and rushed to pick him up, narrowly avoiding the feet of passing pedestrians.

Kendall Knight:

• Kendall was completely wiped out after yet another concert.

• The screaming fans and equally rowdy friends had drained him to the bone.

• So, exhausted, he broke away from his buddies, heading home for some much-needed peace and quiet.

• His fatigue was so overwhelming that he mixed up the numbers and accidentally walked into your place.

• You were in the middle of whipping up dinner when you heard the front door bang shut.

• Curious, you strolled down the hallway and spotted the adorably snoozing Kendall sprawled out on your couch. Chuckling at the hilarity of the situation, you fetched a blanket from your room, gently covering him so he wouldn’t freeze. With that done, you returned to the kitchen, now needing to whip up dinner for two.

• Half-asleep, Kendall caught the sound of clattering from the kitchen and a delicious smell wafting through the air, thinking it was his mom cooking. He snuggled deeper into the blanket. Then, another mouthwatering aroma hit him—one that had been driving him wild for the last three months.

• Bolting upright, Kendall looked around, realizing he wasn’t at home. Rubbing his eyes, he made his way to the kitchen.

• You were busy pulling out plates when suddenly, strong arms wrapped around your waist, and a sleepy head rested on your shoulder.

• “Hey babe? Did you sleep well?” you asked, turning to embrace him, your fingers gently running through his hair.

• “Mmhmm,” he mumbled, nuzzling his chin deeper into your shoulder. “Babe? Is that my new nickname now?” Kendall chuckled sleepily, pulling back to plant a soft kiss on your forehead. “So, what’s for dinner?” Just as he leaned in for a kiss on the lips, the rest of Big Time Rush burst in, catching you both in a cozy moment.

• “Looks like we showed up at a bad time.” Logan quipped, awkwardly covering his eyes.

• “Ooh! Pasta!” Carlos darted over to one of the pots, grabbing a plate from the cupboard and piling food onto it. The others shot him disapproving glares. “What?” Carlos asked with a mouthful. “I’m starving!”

[myloveforhergoeson]

i know that all of us see mrs. knight and the knight household as the main place the four btr boys revolve around because that is all that is shown to us in btrtv, but i've been thinking a lot about james and brooke lately so i have something to bring to the table!

the only time we see the other moms (imagine, for a second, its not simply because it's a mothers day episode) is when james specifically is in trouble - when is mother is threatening to pull him from his dream and bring him back to minnesota to live with her.

jennifer calls up joanna and sylvia when james is in need of help. not when logan and camille break up for the umpteenth time and jennifer could think 'hm, maybe his mom should be here to comfort him.' not when carlos' father comes to visit and she could think 'oh, hey, maybe sylvia should be here too.' the other moms are called specifically when james' livelihood - and more specifically, his happiness - is in danger.

because of this, i'd like to posit that while the knight household was likely the primary place of refuge for the btr boys, i'd also like to put forth that james spent a lot of time in houses that were not his. i'm thinking multi-night sleepovers when things in the diamond household(s) got out of hand both pre- and post-divorce, james going to a different house with his friends after school every day, having a permanent place for his items in the knight, mitchell, and garcia households...

joanna and sylvia take the first damn flight out of minnesota they can to rush to la and help talk brooke down from making a huge mistake. maybe it's because they all know she can be a pain to deal with, but the way everything was immediately dropped, how tough they were on brooke and her decision, and how they did not stop fighting until they found a solution to keep james in la, speaks to me that he is as much a part of their families as he is part of brooke's.

[mpregeminem]

you can tell me i've lost the plot idc. kendall and james (i want to ruin our friendship) fancam

[suttonstrackesdrinkingproblem]

14 years ago today Big Time Rush released there first album titled 'Big Time Rush'

[inkameswetrust]

this is how that one scene in big time tests went down right?

[star-crifice]

James Diamond x Reader

Words: ~ 3160

A/N: My 10 year old self must've taken over me and ghostwritten this bc why the hell am I, a 19 year old, writing BTR fanfiction AND it's the best stuff I've written in months. God. Have fun. I'm so done over here.

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James has got a thing for you.

And that’s not a secret, not even to you. When he likes someone, he pursues them – that’s nothing new. The very moment you stepped into the Palmwoods, retrieving your key and James just so happened to walk into the lobby, the word “Dibs!” left his lips so fast, his friends didn’t even have a chance to lay eyes on you.

He wasn’t afraid to show you his interest, just like he was with every other person that appealed to him. But the difference with you was that every sweet word from him was laced with the tiniest bit of hesitation.

Just after a few days of getting to know you, the sheer thought of being rejected by you would have ruined him. One part of him wanted to share every sweet thought about you that ever crossed his mind, another part of him was – possibly for the first time – genuinely scared of your reaction.

His advances at you didn’t go unnoticed. At first, you felt flattered at such a good looking, charming guy flirting with you. Though it did feel a bit overwhelming, you barely knew him after all. You thought if he actually liked you like that, he would wait a bit. He’d be ready to get to know you more. But that wasn’t quite the case, at least how it appeared to you.

You got to know the boys of Big Time Rush along with the friends they made in the Palmwoods and spent a lot of time with them. However, James would always try to get close to you – it felt suffocating. You didn’t have the heart to reject him and tried to instead gently push him away, both literally and metaphorically.

James didn’t quite get it, thinking you aren’t into him yet and he would have to try harder. But after a while it felt simply pointless to him and he stopped. He went back to his usual self, flirting with any pretty girl willing to pay attention to him. It was obvious that he did this to distract himself from you, but if anyone would have asked him he’d insist that he’s over you – what a lie. At that point he was head over heels.

Desperation coated his aimless flirts, reaching for the attention he craved from you.

At this point James and you were good friends, having known each other for a bit longer. You finally felt like you knew him and he might know you.

It happened quite overnight – no, actually. Faster than that. He was only a friend, you swear. But that one friday night… A power outage. A few people from the Palmwoods sat outside beside the pool, surrounding a campfire. That and the countless candles being the only sources of light shimmering on your skin. A guitar went around, person after person sharing their musical talent waiting for the electricity to come back. Of course, it didn’t take long until it was James and his friends' turn. You were swaying back and forth, humming along with the tune of their song and basking in the heat of the fire. It was a very cozy moment and for the first time since arriving at the Palmwoods, you felt like you were surrounded by normal teens instead of aspiring stars. You’ve never felt closer to your friends, neighbors and even the people you’ve never talked to. You dared to look over at the boys singing, just a moment. But that very second you laid your eyes on James, something clicked in your mind. You’ve seen him countless times, always looking perfect, keeping himself in check. Though in that moment, the way he sat there – his hair disheveled from being in the pool, wearing his still slightly wet swimming trunks and a loose shirt, singing and swaying and having fun – something sparked in you.

And suddenly you missed when he shifted to sit just a bit closer to you, kept eye contact like his life depended on it and would put his hand on your shoulder, so tender and carefully as if he could scare you away. You took it for granted back then. That was quite literally how you got to know him and now that part is basically gone.

That “moment” you looked at him happened to turn into a full on stare. Not too obvious of course, but embarrassing enough that when his gaze caught yours, you turned your head faster than you even processed what just happened.

You’d like to slap yourself for the train of thought that just occupied your mind. Yes, James was nice and lovely and good looking and charming and whatever – but to you he also seemed like he never took it seriously.

To you, he tried to wrap you around his finger until he realized that you aren’t that easy to swoon.

To you, it seemed like he got bored of you and flirted with the next girl, until he got bored of her and flirted with the next. Again and again.

To you he was just a heartthrob, simple as that.

To him, you were an unattainable star he could only wish for.

Therefore, only a friendship blossomed between the two of you.

A while has passed since that night of realization and to be honest, you kept struggling to look at James the same. He shined a bit brighter in your life and that made you mad. There was no way you could ever have something serious with him, you told yourself. Just yesterday you saw him in the park with his arm around a pretty black haired girl.

Though the truth is, her eyes reminded James of yours. And he ghosted her by the end of the day because her laughter sounded off beat and sour compared to yours. He kept asking himself if you laugh at other peoples jokes like you do at his – if you ever gifted that smile, that one special smile he only saw a couple of times, to anyone but him. He hoped you didn’t.

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James, Carlos, Logan and Kendall were at the studio, recording a song like so often. As usual they were having fun, making jokes, pissing off Gustavo until James fell silent.

“Everything alright?” Logan asked after he took note of James' sudden change in behavior.

“My mother will come this evening,” he says rather quietly, shocked at himself for forgetting this.

“That’s good though, isn’t it? As long as she doesn’t want to take you back to Minnesota.” Kendall shrugs.

Of course that’s good. James is glad that he might build a normal mother-son relationship despite the long distance, now that his mother agreed to come visit him more often. However, there is one tiny little issue…

“I told her I have a girlfriend,” James admits.

“But you don’t..?” Carlos raises an eyebrow, “When was the last time you’ve had an actual girlfriend?”

“THATS-” James says loudly before cutting himself off, “Don’t say it like that.”

He takes a deep breath, thinking about how to handle this situation. A while ago his mother called, in true motherly fashion she obviously had to know about her son's love life. He might have been too prideful, and amidst his pride a bit delusional; he didn’t want to admit that for the first time in a while, he was hopelessly in love with someone. So he lied.

Of course he had a girlfriend. She’s lovely and special, not like any of the girls he brought home that his mother never approved of.

The band wasted no time, finishing work in record speed, rushing out of the studio so fast, not even Gustavo's angry shouts reached them. They were going to find a “girlfriend” for James for this evening, no matter what it takes.

They reached the Palmwoods, scanning the lobby like they were on a hunt.

“Any preferences or just anyone? Look at that blonde over there, she’s pretty!” Carlos pointed across the room.

“Oh no she knows me,” James shook his head.

“We need someone we can trust to play along and lie. And she has to lie well, you know James’ mom.” Logan thought out loud.

Just in the right moment, you came out of the elevator, walking across the lobby.

“Her!” Kendall, Logan and Carlos shouted in unison. You stopped in your tracks, hesitantly pointing to yourself with a questioning expression, “Me?”

James stared at you with wide eyes. Of course you’d be the perfect fit. You know him, join his shenanigans regularly, aren’t too bad at lying and surely wouldn’t get your hopes up like others might. Though his heart aches a bit at the thought. He doesn’t admit it to himself, but he still likes you just a bit too much for his liking. Maybe he’d be the one to falsely get his hopes up after acting out a relationship for a whole evening. Going back to friends after his mother leaves might hurt a little too much. Is he ready to take that risk?

“We need you to be James' girlfriend!” Kendall said loudly, rushing over to you along with Carlos and Logan.

“What? Huh?” You’re surprised to say the least. Was that a confession? A joke? The boys explained the situation to you – a bit fast and all over the place, but good enough. By the end of it, James finally walked over to the four of you, his expression being a mix of embarrassment, panic and hope.

“Could you do that? Pleeeease? For us?” Kendall said, joined by Carlos: “We’ll make it up to you, pinky promise!”, as Logan nodded profusely.

“I guess, yeah. We can do that.” You nodded slowly, looking over at James. The tension in his shoulders was gone, he could breathe for a moment.

Together, you went up into the band’s apartment, being greeted by Kendall’s mom. She already started the dinner and immediately you joined her and helped prepare the meal and table. With now 5 more people by Ms. Knights side, it took significantly less time to get everything ready.

“James, can you pass me the plates?” You asked the boy, he looked at you for a moment, appearing like a deer in headlights, before bringing you the stack of plates. You smiled at him, nodding as a thanks and put the plates down around the table.

The both of you haven’t been this close in a while and on top of that, didn’t feel this awkward around each other in a while. About half an hour until James' mother arrives at the Palmwoods, the food was simmering on the stove and the table looked like straight out of a five star restaurant, adorned with flowers and folded napkins.

You joined James on the sofa, letting yourself fall against the soft cushions in hopes of it releasing the tension building up inside of you. In just 28 minutes you’d have to act like the girlfriend of the boy you’ve had a very complicated almost-crush on (that you had yet to admit to yourself).

“You’re stupid, you know that?”, you said with a slight laugh in your voice. James turned to you, slouched back into the sofa with his arms crossed. Up until then, he looked serious and deep in thought. Now he’s raising an eyebrow and fighting a smile.

“For lying to my mom?”

“For lying to your mom,” you said, slowly subconsciously mimicking his pose. You looked at him a bit longer, trying to figure out what he thought at the moment.

“It’s gonna work out, yeah? I’ll try my best. I’ll be so all over you, your mom would think we're about to get married or something,” you tried to joke to lighten the mood, slightly nudging his knee with yours. A long sigh escaped his lips and finally, a smile appeared.

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“So you’re the lucky girl?” Ms. Diamond says in an unreadable voice. James just picked her up at the entrance of the Palmwoods, guiding her up into the apartment where everyone else was waiting patiently. She walked through the door, radiating willpower, sternness and a bit of sass.

Now she’s standing in front of you, reaching out her hand for you to shake and looking you up and down, before glancing towards James, raising her eyebrows so quick you almost didn’t see it. You follow her gaze over to her son, widening your eyes a bit, hoping he gets the message that you're ‘struggling over here!!!!’

He quickly comes over, resting his hand on your back. You see his mother noticing the gesture and lean a bit into James' touch, just as the cherry on top.

The both of you guide Ms. Diamond over to the table and you rush to help Ms. Knight with the pots and pans, bringing them over to the table. As everything’s ready and you want to sit down, James quickly gets up from his seat beside you and pulls out the chair for you in true gentleman's fashion. He gestures to you to sit and you do as he says, before he pushes your chair to the table.

Accidentally, as he sits down, his knee touches yours, but he doesn’t pull away. Neither do you. You keep telling yourself it’s just for show.

Everyone starts chatting – especially the two mothers of the table that desperately need to catch up – and filling their plates up. You do as everyone else, though quietly. You’re so unbelievably focused on James (obviously for the sake of the lie) that you’re not sure what to say.

“So,” Ms. Diamond says, her voice effortlessly louder than the others, “How did you two sweethearts meet?”James and you look at each other. Shit. You didn’t plan anything like that.

“Uhm..” You start, stalling a bit to figure out a good story.

“Right here, at the Palmwood,” James says confidently after a moment, “She walked in and I saw her and I said ‘wow!’”

“Actually, he said ‘DIBS!’,” Carlos says with a full mouth, earning a light punch from Katie.

“I got to know the boys and he didn’t move from my side,” you add to James’ retelling.

“It just kind of happened. We became friends and slowly… more,” he looks at you and you have to fight to keep a smile on while hearing his corny words. You nod, looking at your food to not let the mask slip.

James' mother asks you more and more and you feel like you can’t put an end to it. Every now and then James would get a bit closer, say something sweet to you or simply wink. You felt like when you arrived at the Palmwoods. But you let it happen, for the sake of fooling his mother. And maybe you enjoyed it a bit. Just a tiny little bit.

But the thought that all this is just fake and quite literally the result of the fact he doesn’t take relationships seriously, makes you want to push him away again.

Gently just like the way he slowly grabs your hand right now.

Tenderly like the way he lets his thumb glide up and down over the ridges of your knuckles.

You want to push him away, just not too far. So he’ll be gone for now but might come back later.

Maybe you just want to push him to lay your hands on him just once, but there are better ways to do that, aren't there?

So you let it happen, basking in his adoration for once. Enjoying it a bit too much for your liking.

After about an hour of dinner and chit-chat, Ms. Diamond excuses herself and her son to go on a little mother-son-walk through the park. You bid goodbye to her, reciprocating her firm handshake as a good last impression.

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You finish washing the dishes before James comes back from the walk. Neverending questions about what his mother thinks of you plague your mind, but you're not sure why. The show is over after all.

Finally back in your own apartment, you pace back and forth, replaying the events of today again and again in your head. It’s already a bit dark out when you almost overhear someone knocking on the door from how filled your mind is. You rush over, not even looking through the peephole before opening the door.

Of course, James is there. Alone and calm, no smile or even flirtatious smirk adorning his face.

“Hi,” you say, curious about what he wants.

“Hey.” He lays his hand on the door, pushing slightly, letting himself in. It’s dark in your apartment, aside from a small warm lamp on a table beside the couch, illuminating the both of you just enough, casting an orange glow on his face like that night at the campfire.

Oh and how you wish that feeling in your stomach – just like that night at the campfire – would leave.

You take a few steps back, standing awkwardly in your living room, letting him come in.

“How did it go? The walk with you mom,” you ask quietly. He nods, collecting his words and looking into the lamp.

“Good. She liked it. She liked you, I think.”

“What did she say?” you ask, now even more curious. She liked you.

“You seem like a sweet person. She’s used to other types of girls from me. She thinks you’d be good for me.” He laughs a bit at the end.

You fidget with your hands, not sure what to say. Usually he’s more cheery and talkative, finding topics for conversations, even if he just wants to talk about himself.

“So… friends, right?”, you say, even more quietly.

A smile forms on his lips, barely visible, “I don’t know. Do you like me? Because I like you.”

“I know you do. You like a lot of people though, so what’s it worth?”

His smile drops.

“If you’re not going to give me a chance, then at least a kiss to get over you?”

He steps closer, you stay put.

“You’re just trying to swoon me,” you say, trying to be stern but hearing that sentence out of your own mouth makes you smile a bit. He comes closer again and you want to step back, but looking at him makes you remember all the times he made your heart flutter. You think of all the times you looked at him and thought to yourself, if he kissed you now, you’d be his. You feel his warmth now, he leans in.

And you let it happen. And you kiss back. Gently. Tenderly. Slow.

One kiss, he said. But not how long it will last.

Eventually, you pull back, looking down.

“Are you over me now?” you ask, not sure what answer you’re hoping for.

“Are you kidding?” he laughs.

“So… this is serious, then?” you ask hesitantly.

He nods.

[kenobivirgin69]

Gustavo: sometimes I wish I had become a father

James: but you already are!!

Kendall: yeah, what about us!!

BTR: yeah!!

Gustavo: *stunned, slightly annoyed but oddly touched* you dogs do realize I'm not your father, right?

*later*

BTR: *sadly writing in their diaries* "today I was disowned by my father"

[cant-get-enough-btr-forever]

Things that would've happened if Big Time Rush had been PG-13.

1) Gustavo would've cussed in every third sentence. Every sentence when he was really steamed.

2) James would've had a lot of "sleepovers." A lot. Mama Knight would've eventually wised up to the double meaning.

3) The Jennifers also would've had a reputation for being, er, promiscuous. Katie would've referred to them as "the Whornifers" at least once. Additionally, they would've made good use of the word "skank."

4) Meanwhile, Logan would've gotten ribbed repeatedly for his chasteness.

5) The mystery of Mr. Knight would've been addressed. Maybe Kendall would have even run into him.

6) James and Carlos would've collected dirty magazines...and stuffed them under the sofa when Mama Knight walked in.

7) There would've been drinking going on. I expect there would've been some hangovers in "Big Time Party." And whenever Griffin overworked him, Gustavo would've definitely busted out the bottle (who knows how many hits were written in a drunken stupor).

8) Kendall and Lucy probably would've done more than just kiss in an elevator.

9) Speaking of Lucy, she would've done a fair amount of cussing. Her songs would've had explicit, Avril-Lavigne-type lyrics.

10) During their "off-again" phases, Logan and Camille would've been friends with benefits.

11) The conflict between James' parents would've been on full display. A sleazy womanizer leaving his socialite wife for someone fifteen years younger? Yeah. The arguments must have been nasty.

12) They would've shown Guitar Dude getting high (come on, do you really think he just played guitar?).

13) G-rated Jett Stetson was known for dating his co-stars. We all know what PG-13 Jett would've been known for.

14) 🎵 "Oh, you're such a sh*t, oh yeah, a giant sh*t, and you look like a sh*t and you smell like a sh*t..." 🎵

[btr-rewatch]

The boys in every episode: "Big Time Terror"

[axa-maslow]

today, it’s the date of when Big Time Rush released "Any Kind Of Guy" 15 years ago !

happy birthday ! 02.02.2010

[elitheidiot1]

all their swag…..GONE