#cbt the band!!

[celebritybuddytrolling]

murderface seems like the type of guy to consistently fall for bait

which makes him an easy target for CBT (THE BAND!!)

[seaofreverie]

Ron remembered that he also had a bugsona in the year 2000.

(I'm sorry for this.)

[kasha-formerlydrabbletastic]

Cute Suit

Steve Harrington x PlusSize!Reader x Eddie Munson

Summary: After Robin convinces the reader to buy a bikini, all of her insecurities come to roost as she's about to spend a day poolside with Steve and Eddie.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: MATURE 18+ MINORS DNI. Negative body image, insecurities, food mentions, embarrassment, group sex, P in V, oral (f rec), creampie, consumption of the creampie, face-sitting, casual mention of CBT.

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It's good to finally breathe, to feel the sunlight on your skin after days of being cooped up working in that godawful arcade or studying for this semester's final exams. Now that exams are over, and you have a whole weekend off from work, you sit on a lounge chair in Steve's backyard, waiting on him and Eddie to bring out drinks and snacks. The bikini you wear seems too tight, squeezing around your ribs and digging into the back of your neck; it's the first bikini you've ever owned, the brightly colored print of it catching your eye at the mall one day. Robin encouraged you to buy it, to expand your horizons after years of one-pieces covered by a t-shirt or basketball shorts and an unhealthy dose of shame in your own body.

"You deserve to wear cute things," she had insisted, knowing full well you'd been hiding the parts of you that society had deemed "unattractive" for years. "Don't let anyone else tell you different."

Bolstered by her confidence in you, you had plucked your size from the rack and paid for it with a smile.

In retrospect, given how you're feeling in the present, you could throttle Robin for daring to open her mouth about it, easy as it was for her to say with her conventionally good looks.

For a moment, you think about bolting, telling the boys that you're getting a headache or something. Your muscles tense, preparing to flee when you hear the door from the house open.

"That's all I'm saying," Steve says, a small cooler in one hand and sunscreen in the other. "Okay? You don't have to bite my head off about it."

"No one's biting your head off, princess," Eddie replies with a chuckle, carrying several bags of chips. "You can relax."

They head toward you, still bickering about god knows what as they settle the cooler and snacks on the lounge chair next to you, oblivious to your discomfort.

"Exactly," you say after clearing the anxiety from your throat. "Just relax, guys."

Eddie squats down onto the concrete next to you before plopping down on his backside. Steve simply stands there, contemplating the order with his lips pressed into a thin line before he closes his eyes and shakes his head.

"You're right," he concedes, running a hand through his hair. He grabs the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it up over his head before dropping it onto another chair.

The cut-up band t-shirt that Eddie wears goes missing too before he kicks off his boots and stands to take his jeans off.

Both of them stand before you, Steve in his swim trunks and Eddie in his boxers, looking the picture of conventionally attractive males. Steve has always been a babe, and even if Eddie was considered a "freak," without his clothes, his slightly slim, toned body could probably be featured on a magazine somewhere.

You pull your arms tighter around yourself, keeping your knee-length wrap closed over your folly of a choice in bathing suit.

"Come on," Eddie says to you.

"What?" you reply.

"We're going swimming," he laughs, offering his hand. "Come on. Take that thing off and come get wet with us."

You chuckle, feeling heat in your cheeks that has nothing to do with the sun.

"Robin told me you got a cute suit," Steve adds with a sly smile. "Let's see it."

"You guys go ahead without me. I'm just gonna sit here for a minute."

"I wanna see a cute suit," Eddie says, his eyes dropping immediately to your body, not quite helping the situation.

"I'm just gonna sit for a minute," you repeat, your smile fading. "Just leave it."

Eddie and Steve glance at each other before Eddie says, "What's going on, sweetheart?"

You squirm under their gazes, both concerned and furrowing their brows. Getting to your feet, too, you tighten your grip on your cover-up with one hand and tug the bikini top away from your neck with the other.

"It's... it's nothing," you reply.

"You don't get this worked up for nothing," Steve answers.

"It doesn't matter," you insist, still tugging at the bikini string before you grumble.

"Is that bothering you?" Eddie asks, coming closer, his hand grabbing yours gently and looking at your neck. "You might've gone too tight with this, sweets."

"How else was I gonna get it to stay up?" you murmur. "Not that it matters anyway. I shouldn't be wearing it in the first place."

Eddie glances at Steve, eyebrows ruffled in confusion.

"What do you mean?" Steve asks cautiously.

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you look between your friends, annoyed at yourself for folding under their utter concern.

"What I mean is that I'm too fat to wear this and was absolutely kidding myself when I bought it. I could kill Robin."

"Woah, woah, woah," Eddie says, just after the key word of the sentence. "Let's hit the brakes here. Who said you were fat? Cuz I'll kill 'em."

You chuckle for a second before shaking your head. "No, Eds. I said I'm fat. I should've just stuck to the usual t-shirt and shorts and had done with it. Now I'm embarrassing myself in front of you guys."

"No," Steve says. "None of that. None of that horseshit trash talk. You can't talk about yourself like that."

"Easy for you to say," you strike back. "Easy for you both to say. Look at you guys!"

Steve and Eddie look each other up and down, and before Steve gets to deliver his very serious tough-love speech, Eddie grins.

"Are you saying we're hot?" he asks, tilting his head up just a little. "Are friends allowed to call each other hot?"

Steve stares, confused before it clicks in his brain what Eddie is doing.

"I think she's calling us hot, Eddie," he says, running his fingers through his hair once more.

"Oh, good," Eddie replies, getting closer to you again. "Because guess fucking what?"

"What?" you say.

Eddie's grin maxes out just under his eyes as his fingers slide down to the opening of your cover up.

"You also happen to be very hot, babes."

Nothing Eddie could've said could have made you sputter into laughter quite like this. Nothing you could've done could ever make the smile slip away from his face so suddenly. The two look at you, both serious as death.

"Why are you laughing?" Steve asks.

"You guys are just saying that," you reply. "You don't have to do that, okay? You're just trying to make me feel better."

Eddie shakes his head as he gently grabs you by the shoulders. "Do you have any idea what I'd do to you if you let me?"

This question is, for all intents and purposes, the wall that the laughter crashes into; the utter seriousness in Eddie's newest expression cues the silence, not another word coming out of you for the absolute shock. You look at Steve, though, who's gotten closer, too.

Steve nods. "He's actually told me about some of those things. And you know what I said to him?"

You shake your head.

"I told him I'd do it, too."

"What?" you say in a confused whimper.

"He told me some of the things he'd do to you," Steve says slower, "and I said that I'd. Do. It. Too."

Eddie slowly releases your shoulders, and you stand there, utterly confounded by their admission. They step back a couple inches before Eddie's smile makes a comeback.

"Now that we've got that taken care of," he says, "let's go for a swim."

He doesn't say anything else before he turns away, strutting toward the pool.

"Wait!" you say, gathering yourself just before he jumps in. "What the hell. You guys think I'm hot? Since when?"

"How about this?" Steve says, meeting Eddie over the concrete deck. "You take off that thing so we can see your cute suit and we'll tell you how long we've had the hots for you."

For a second, your fingers tighten over the fabric once more before you take a deep breath. You don't know if you're simply softening to the idea of it or if you're desperate to know just how long it's been that you've joined the ranks of all the girls they've been with, but you finally tug the cover up down, letting it pool around your feet.

"Well, look what we have here," Eddie says, his eyes slowly taking you in from head to toe.

"Fuck," Steve sighs.

"Oh, god," you mutter, rolling your eyes. "It can't look that good."

"It looks very good," Eddie says, but he wags his pointer finger at you. "Although, there's one way I would improve the look over all."

"Oh yeah? And how's that?"

Eddie and Steve lock eyes for a moment before they step toward you once more. Eddie positions himself behind you and Steve steadies himself before you, his pretty brown eyes staring down his nose at you. Given their proximity and the subject matter at hand, your nerves goad your heart into a break neck pace.

"Do you trust us?" Eddie murmurs, leaning down so the ends of his hair sweep over your shoulder, his breath along your skin warmer than the air around you.

"Yes," you answer on a breath of your own.

You watch Steve's eyes as they apparently lock onto Eddie's, his head dipping in a subtle nod before you feel Eddie's fingers against the knot on your back. Before you can say anything, he tugs the knot free, the strings swaying over your back before he does the same to the knot on your neck. Your arms bolt up to keep the bikini over your chest for just a moment before Steve stops you.

"Don't be afraid, babe," he mutters, his fingers gently pulling yours out of their fists; you reluctantly release the fabric as Steve takes your hands into his. The top falls to the concrete below. "That's our girl."

Your mouth is dry with anxiety as Steve glances down, his tongue darting over his lips.

"So, is that, um.... is that it?" you say, your skin tingling in the sun.

"Nope," Eddie says so close to your ear you can feel his lips graze your skin. "We've got one more thing. Stevie?"

Steve grins, pulling your hands back until Eddie takes them from him. Now free, his drop to your ample hips, tugging the strings on either side until the bottoms fall loose, too.

"There we go," he says, tugging the bottoms from between your legs and dropping them.

"You're a fucking goddess," Eddie utters, his chest pressed against your back. "I don't give a fuck how much you weigh."

"Oh, god," you sigh as Steve's fingers trace the curve of your hips down onto your thighs. "So, um.... how long?"

"Years," Steve says, his fingers grazing so close to your heat.

"Fucking years," Eddie agrees. "God, I've been dying for this moment since junior high."

He presses his hips against you, his utter arousal poking into your backside.

"Not fair," you mutter as Eddie pulls your arms up and joins your hands behind his neck. Steve's hands brush up your tummy, along the underside of your breast.

"What's not fair?"

"Why am I the only one naked?"

"Because if we were gonna get naked too," Steve begins, gently teasing your nipple, "that would be just too much hotness in the world. I don't think they can handle that."

You chuckle. "Shithead."

Eddie laughs too as he places an open-mouthed kiss on your neck. You hum with satisfaction, the sensations reaching down your body to settle in your cunt.

"Seriously," you say, barely grasping at your brain's ability to think of anything past these unexpected sensations and moving your hand to the waistband of Steve's swim trunks. "If I'm gonna be naked, so are you guys."

Your eyes meet Steve's as he smirks, your fingertips dipping past his waistband.

"Go on, sweetheart," Eddie goads in your ear before nibbling your earlobe. "Reach down and see what Harrington's got in those shorts."

If the forest on his chest is any indication, it stands to reason that he's just as hairy everywhere; your fingers meet the evidence, gently combing through his pubic hair before you meet the base of his shaft. He's half-hard as your fingers slowly curl around his cock, and you gasp in surprise as they barely complete the circle around it.

"Fucking hell," you murmur, stroking it slowly.

"You got that right," Steve breathes, eyes dropping to where you touch him, watching you bring him to full mast.

Your other hand reaches back, catching on Eddie's boxers and discovering just how hard he is underneath; he groans in your ear as you pull so sweetly on his cock.

"So," you say, feeling as though you've gotten some semblance of control over the situation with the boys' most sensitive parts in the palms of your hands. "What was it you wanted to do to me?"

"I wanna wear your thighs like ear muffs," Eddie replies, the words almost tripping out of his mouth.

"I've been thinking a lot - fuck! - about bending you over and fucking you while I watch your ass jiggle," Steve admits. "Jesus Christ, I love your ass."

"Sit on my face."

"Ride me until I scream."

"Peg me."

"Just about anything."

"Wouldn't mind some light cock and ball torture."

You pause, hands freezing around both cocks as you and Steve turn to look at Eddie.

"What?" he says defensively. "Don't yuck my yum, dude. Steve said just about anything. Doesn't that cover some CBT?"

You giggle, letting Steve pull your hand from his tented swim trunks before he slides them off.

"Fine, let her squish your balls later," Steve replies. "Right now is all about her."

"Fair enough," Eddie says, and you can hear the grin in his voice.

Steve's hand comes to rest around the side of your neck, then gently pulls you closer; your peaked nipples brush against his chest hair, sending a tingle along your skin.

"Down on the lounge chair," he says, his lips brushing yours.

He's gentle as he guides you to your seat, kneeling beside you and pressing his lips to your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your lips...

"Relax, babes," Eddie says. "Just remember, let us know if anything gets too intense or you want to stop, okay?"

"Yeah," Steve murmurs, his hands cradling your head. "We'll do anything you want and stop anything you don't."

You sigh the moment you feel Eddie's lips press against your ankle, warm and soft and trailing up the inside of your leg. He's slow about it, taking his time like a tourist to enjoy the view of you.

Steve, on the other hand, places his lips along your jaw, kissing his way down your neck before nibbling at your collar bones.

It's almost too long before the two meet in the middle, and you are certain they've coordinated their attack as Eddie's hands press your legs open, his fingers gliding along your dewy lips. Steve's mouth suckles at one of your nipples as his fingers reach down to circle your clit.

"Oh, fuck," you sigh, pleasure tingling from your core outward.

Eddie presses a finger inside to start, adding another when he decides it's not enough.

"Look at this body," Steve says against your skin, kissing down your sternum. "Look how fucking gorgeous she is."

Their tandem efforts make you squirm in delight, your hips starting to press up against them.

"And to think you were just gonna hide all this from us," Eddie says, curling his fingers inside you. "Babes, you must be out of your mind if you think you're not an absolute fucking catch. Look at these curves."

"And so soft, baby," Steve continues. "What I wouldn't give to hold you against me. What I wouldn't give to fuck this goddess in front of me."

All their sweet words, the worship of their fingers builds inside you, fuels the utter blaze of hormones and ecstasy blossoming through your blood.

"I'm so close," you whimper, writhing under them.

"You wanna come, baby?" Steve says, scooping your head into his free hand and tilting it up toward his face. "Is that what you want?"

"Fuck, yes," you reply against his mouth, your fingers digging into the arms of the lounge chair beneath you.

"I wanna feel it, babe," Eddie says. "I want you to squeeze my fingers tight, you hear me?"

The mental wherewithal to reply has scattered in the breeze, lost to you as Steve and Eddie double their efforts; Eddie curls his fingers inside and brings the other up to press on your lower tummy, as Steve plays your clit to perfection, sliding his tongue into your mouth with a filthy kiss.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" you whine as your climax bursts from your core, your body going rigid as the boys work you through it.

"There we go," Eddie praises. "That's our girl."

"I need to fuck you," Steve says as soon as you start to come down. "Come here."

He pulls you off the lounge chair, and Eddie follows; Steve positions you on your knees on the concrete as Eddie sits close, facing you and grinning wide. His hand curls around his cock, stroking himself as he watches Steve bend you over. Steve runs his hands along your spine, rubbing the expanse of your ass before he grips it tight.

"Oh my god," you sigh, eyes fluttering shut as Steve presses into you; he goes slow, his girthy cock splitting your cunt in two, filling you up like nothing as before.

"Oh fuck," Steve breathes when he's fully seated. "God, baby, you feel so good."

"I bet it feels better if you're moving," Eddie offers, taking you by the chin to bring you in for a kiss.

Steve takes his advice, pulling out to push back in. You almost yelp when his cock kisses your cervix. It takes him a few pumps, but he gathers momentum, fucking into you like his life depends on it.

"Look at you," Eddie coos. "Getting fucked by Monster-Cock Harrington. I bet that pussy feels so good right now, doesn't it, baby?"

"Yes," you whimper, "oh, fuck yes."

"He can't stop staring at your ass, babes," he tells you, releasing his cock to play with your nipples. "Who can blame him? I'd use that luscious ass as a pillow if I could. So fucking soft."

"Fuck," Steve groans, picking up speed.

"Looks like he might come soon. All because of that gorgeous ass, that sexy pussy." Eddie grabs you by the chin again, forcing you to look at him. "You see how fucking beautiful you are? And to think, you didn't want to show us your bathing suit."

"Fuck, I'm gonna -" Steve huffs out. "Where?"

"Where do you want it, baby?" Eddie asks.

"Inside, Steve!" you cry out, close to your own orgasm as you reach a hand down to your clit. "Come inside me, please!"

"Fuck, that's hot," Eddie says. "You gonna come with him, baby? Come around Stevie's massive cock."

You burst with pleasure once again, your orgasm radiating through your body before Steve stutters to a groaning stop.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," he whispers, pressing his pelvis against your ass.

"You stay just like that, babes," Eddie says, kissing you quickly before getting to his hands and knees. He crawls over the concrete as Steve pulls out of you.

Before you know it, Eddie's laying down underneath you, positioning your cunt over his face as Steve comes around to face you. The latter's face is red, covered in a sheen of sweat, and still beautiful. He smiles, sitting down before you just as Eddie's mouth makes contact.

"Ah!" you gasp as Eddie's tongue glides through the absolute mess that Steve left behind.

"Eddie's gonna clean you up nice and good," Steve promises before he settles your hands on his thighs and leans in for a kiss. "You're such a good girl for us, aren't you? So fucking pretty."

You moan into his mouth as Eddie laps up your arousal, feasting on your pussy.

"I don't want to hear you talking bad about yourself like that again, you hear me?"

You gaze into his eyes, big, brown, and beautifully sincere.

"I hear you," you answer softly.

"And if you ever forget," he continues with a grin, "well, we'll just have to remind you, won't we?"

Eddie focuses his efforts on your clit, sucking as he slips his fingers inside you. His free hand reaches around your thigh, pulling you closer to him, and you moan into the air between you and Steve. You feel the vibrations of Eddie's moan, too, reverberating through your core.

"There you go, babes," Steve says. "Let him make you feel good. You deserve it. You deserve it so much."

Another climax begins to build, and you begin to grind on Eddie's face, your fingers digging into Steve's thighs.

"One more, baby," Steve insists, and it's all you need before you're plummeting into ecstasy one more time.

You nearly collapse to the concrete, overwhelmed yet perfectly satisfied.

"I gotta finish Eddie," you say through your heavy breathing, but don't get very far when he comes into view with a bashful expression.

"To be honest," he says, wiping off his face, "I kinda blew my load a little while ago." He points to the cum trail along his stomach. "Like, just after I put my fingers inside you."

You and Steve hold eye contact for just a second before you giggle.

"Don't. Don't laugh at me. It's your fault, anyway."

"My fault?" you say over Steve's laughter. "How?"

"You're hot, like I said."

"Shut up," you say, blushing into your hands.

He pulls your hands away from your face, smiling at you like you put the sun in the sky.

"Never."

[myloveforhergoeson]

(there's no place like) home for the holidays!

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. 

***

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.”

[wrld-revolving]

Someone should make a band named cbt³ and all their songs are either about learning how to program, therapy or bdsm.

[daemon-hours]

are you into genital torture? if so i'd love to hear your favorite methods of destruction...

I love it :3 In practice, I've only done CBT, mostly stomping/kicking with my booted feet, punching/slapping with gloved hands, facilated cutting of the balls online before for work, and with bondage of sorts (rubber bands, shoestrings, etc) - in the future, I'd love to take it a step further because that's almost vanilla levels of torture and mutilation. Leave cuts, maybe destroy a testicle fully, as well as delve more into the field of VT, as I guess it'd be called - although with vaginas, my interest lies more in the specifics of foreign and dangerous object insertion, extreme stretching, but wouldn't be opposed to treating the area similarly to a penis. I've had to get over this odd, innate respect I've had for women and vagina-havers, upon the realization many of them clearly truly do desire destruction, and I deserve to have fun by obliging the request! That much has been very much reinforced by my short time here thus far, actually. Bodies are no more or less respectable, everyone should be equally fucked in my presence ♡

[wavernot4love]

hello fun 2ourdust albany things (note i typed this at like 4:30 am last night when i simply couldn't sleep but then passed out before i could post it so it may not be the most coherent)

- pete talking about upstate being special 2 him due to memories of taking a bus to a tattoo parlor in syracuse and feeling inspired by all these cool achc dudes... god i love hardcore scene lore fob stuff ESPECIALLY when upstate gets brought into it

- reinventing the wheel for the first time in apparently seventeen YEARS (i take full responsibility for making this happen due to my showing up in my tttyg crewneck /s)

- andy waved to us!! long story short about 30 of us were waiting by the wrong buses sadly & just barely missed pete & patrick meeting folks by the right ones. we were pretty heartbroken when we came over & found out, but a combination of the andy thing & meeting/trading bracelets/caroling along to folie songs (if ya know ya know) with cool folks turned waiting after the show into a fond memory regardless. i love the fob community, dude. t/2ourdust has changed everything for me.

and still i just find it worth noting how sick it is that this tour pete & patrick have been taking the time to come out & talk w folks. you don't see that much with bands playing arena shows and it makes me happy to see.

- lots of celebration for the smfs anniversary!

muse live (shit is INCREDIBLE live dude), kintsugi & what a time to be alive for medley, lil pete speech about the record.

- ginasfs instead of sixteen candles as a wild card again!!! i cannot believe i have heard her three times now when if you asked me two years ago i never would have thought i'd hear her once!

- smfs is definitely a worthy replacememt for srar in every sense. i appreciate both similarly, and i love that they recall tourdust's srar performance in the sense of it serving as a great medley transition, also in regard a to collaboration (everyone joining in to sing at the end, in this case joe especially)

- that reminds me, it seemed like pete did a lot of backing vox tonight which was nice

- i may only really know a handful of jimmy songs well but great band and jim adkins is one of those people that just seems nice. i like watching the dude do his thing.

- seeing hot mully in an arena was crazy. was pretty sad they cut featuring mark hoppus but still was nice 2 see them

- i remain wholly not a fan of seated shows, at least not for this kinda music, that did get me down at a couple points as i just can't move the way i wanna (not being able to mosh to cbts etc like at tourdust sucked, as well as just being confined to my seat/row all night) & also it seems to keep the crowd in general way more stagnant.

but at least i could see well + no one around me was particularly disrespectful!!

i also respect fob's ability to make a concert at an arena like this still feel like a SHOW (in the scene sense)

- and finally, have nightmare quality pete randomly crawling inside the inflatable dog (i am currently forgetting dude's name)

[customboytoyz]

idk if you know the band ajr, they're an indie pop band and idk if that's your music taste, but i saw a video of them shaving a fan's head on stage in front of a full stadium (it's on their youtube under shorts) and way too quickly thought "someone should let cbt know about this. probably me."

the guy in the vid volunteered bc he went to the military the next day, but imagine like. going to a massive concert and in between songs the band carries on a chair. the spotlight shines across the audience and lands on this long haired person. they get told by the band to come on stage and at first they move freely, but even when they notice the clippers and start trying to move back, the crowd pushes them to the stage. they get pulled up and sat and the whole stadium watches them cry as their hair joins the cables on the ground. at the end, they get sent back to the crowd and they can't even hide in it because their new look is so visible, everyone can see their head shine. the shaving is over, but the shame persists. someone in the crowd reaches over and pets them and more and more people join in. the concert goes on and people are just going around to pet them and pushing them along, but not in the way people push around famous art to see, more in the way people pass around a fidget toy. at the end of the concert, the head is completely greasy with skin oil by all these hands.

this is NOT rpf of ajr, i'm pretty sure they're not the type to force fans into these things, all their crowd stuff seemed to be done with very enthusiastic people, it just inspired me to write this :) probably more likely the band in the fantasy would be some type of metal/punk because the crowd pushing and moving a lot is a big thing at these concerts

bro of all the bands to do this shit why the fuck was it AJR i am crying 😭😭😭 literally the least sexy music of all time

anyway can someone tell trent reznor about this please

[lapdogchase]

hey is anyone else like having their civil rights blatantly violated by their school and a lawyer + trying to decide whether to threaten legal action + waiting for an email + cheating their way thru classes bc the way theyre being taught isnt working for their brain + going into debt they dont understand to do so + trying to find a new therapist but everyone only practices cbt now + not eating enough bc of their meds but physically cannot eat after taking them + has barely checked their messages in months except for a few of their irl friends + their mom doesn’t love them + realizing a situation they were in a few years ago was probably abusive + just found out the singer of a band they loved is an abuser + not sleeping well + cant remember most of the past month + doesn’t have a doctor and is too scared of phone calls to get one + cant work bc of mental illness + cant apply for disability bc of mental illness + the world they live in is spiraling into evil + watching murders happening through their phone + watching murders happening through their phone + watching murders happening through their phone + watching genocides happening through their phone + watching self immolations happening through their phone + watching transphobic hate crimes happening through their phone + feeling very very overwhelmed and helpless and alone etc. Or is that just me lol

[celebritybuddytrolling]

Insane concept I came up w I have no excuse

[im-suchanicegirl]

Favorite bondage sex position of each EC guy?

Are they tied up or their partner?

Oooooh. I don’t think they’re all into bondage but in order for your question to work, i’m gonna modify it a bit to ‘what type of bondage & who’s tied up’

Kevin: predicament bondage (Him)

There’s way too many videos of Kevin letting his bandmates slap him, gag him with a dildo and fucking CBT to not think he likes at least some of it. Predicament bondage is about making a choice with a catch 22: there will be pain in both options (or pleasure).

David: Hair bondage (him&partner)

Really, his hair looks so soft and ready to be pulled. It just works. Also, these big hands need to be put to work and pull someone’s hair. Pretty please.

Pascal: shibari (partner)

I know, i know. Dan is the unofficial-official rigger of the band per the fanbase lore. But what would be the fun in that? I personally think Mr. Perfectionist right here would be good at it, especially since it’s turning someone in a piece of art. Also, who said he didnt get tips from Dan?

Daniel: sensory deprivation (him & partner)

Maybe he read 50 shades of grey. Maybe he tried to be seductive. But I think he’d do well with making his partner wear a blindfold or some noise cancelling headphones so that they’re completely focused on what he’s doing to them. Or what his partner does to him.

Dan: gags and situational bondage (him & partner)

Maybe he enjoys making his partner wear ball or ring gags, just for the looks of it or for the convenience of muffling sounds. If play is the name of the game, he strikes me as someone who might enjoy a situational thing, especially with the amount of fics of him having to hide a boner on stage because he was turned on by someone.

Nico: restrictive (him)

Nico 100% brought fuzzy handcuffs in the bedroom as a joke and once they were used, it wasn’t that much of a joke anymore. Maybe he’s just gonna buy real ones. Just for shits and giggles. (Also the idea of Nico absolutely furious as he’s tied to a bed is glorious imo)

[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

https://www.tumblr.com/seasurfacefullofclouds1/770443246313799680/im-not-saying-that-you-absolutely-have-to-have

if i remember correctly, he shared his ADHD diagnosis in an interview (with The Guardian i think?) around 2021. there’s a very interesting substack by kate spicer that delves into his diagnosis as an adult a little deeper. pay to read, unfortunately. :( but it was really heartbreaking for me to read as someone who was also diagnosed with ADHD as an adult, after being told my entire life that it was all in my head and everyone else struggled the same way that i did - they just coped with it better.

i remember weeping like a child after my first week of medication & CBT - because i couldn’t believe how long i had gone (21 years!) internalizing every symptom of my disorder as a personal, innate fault of my own and not something that could be treated. i can’t imagine how liam felt when their mental health resource, for the entirety of their time in the band, was ann marie thomson.

the bipolar info is slightly murkier, but in 2023 he discussed dealing with “episodes of mania” and “super low” moments that accompanied suicidal ideation. i think he was deliberately avoiding sharing too much (weaponizable) information while simultaneously wanting to be transparent. ⬇️

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-12298937/amp/Liam-Payne-reveals-diagnosed-conditions-opens-mental-health.html

I see. I never knew that. Thanks for sharing.

[quinnysnursery]

rcm cbt globalnet sanyoid

BIG TIME RUSH ‼️

sorry, show reference

they're also a rly good band‼️

😭😭what

[suzieb-fit]

Not gonna moan about the few physical issues bothering me this morning.

Nope, not today. Move aside whinger, make space for the winner......

Up and out for my hormone boosting morning walk. Just that 30 minutes out in the early light does SO much good. Sets me up for a good day, no matter what else happens.

Full winter protocol for the first time in a while. Ugh. Don't leave me, summer!!!

My usual "power up" breakfast back in the house, by the light of the big window.

Dessicated coconut

Sunflower/chia seeds

Seed protein powder (100% ground chia/sunflower seeds)

Cacao powder

Apple

Olive oil

Mixed up with boiled water

Coffee with collagen, creatine, inulin and coconut "milk".

Little stick of liquorice root

Then into our little home gym. I'm very fortunate to have the equipment at home, but you don't need stuff like this to get fitter, stronger and boost literally every part of your system inside and out! Bodyweight and resistance bands are incredible tools!

We all have different targets, goals, fitness levels, health concerns, etc.

My goal now is strength. Muscle endurance. Power.

For me, that means heavy weights.

Another pyramid structure with this session. Ending with the highest weight, working to failure.

Then a high knee sprint for that five interval finisher.

I had the ENT consultant appointment this afternoon, plus a few other chores while we were out in the car, so that was my only fitness for today.

But that was enough. I definitely put the work in for that hour!

Nice coconut cappucino treat at the hospital costa.

And yes, she gave me my THIRD nasal endoscopy. Oh, happy days 🤔😪.

It's mostly a psychological thing. She has recommended I talk to my GP about being referred for CBT (Cognitive Behaviour Therapy). She has also given me a course of treatment to hopefully clear up the reflux.

She says I have mild reflux. But she believes the main problem might be my perceived reaction. The physical state, in terms of what's actually there, is not serious enough to incur my reaction to it.

The consultant was lovely. Really listened to me.

I remain optimistic and hopeful!

[mcflythrills78]

muttmotorcycles: The collaboration no one asked for… Love them or hate them; there is no denying that McFly were a gateway band for a generation of alternative individuals.

Last Monday, we were lucky enough to have @dannyjonesofficial & @idougahole of @mcflymusic join us at Mutt HQ to do their CBT

CBT training provided by ORMT & @rideto 🤘

📷 @smallphotographs_

[cinemaocd]

For the WIP meme: Groomed (notes) 😊

This is a personal memoir. It's something I've been toying with off and on for a while.

"The week of thanksgiving I’m waiting for my takeout sandwich order and Luke, our soon to be dinner guest for the Indian feast on Thursday: lamb roghan josh, baked saffron rice, a dal and carrots with peas in ginger and turmeric…it was a full day of work, split 50/50 made to feel light working with Graham, letting go of some of this. Back to my takeout sandwich: Luke and I sit and talk for 45 minutes about EMDR and CBT therapies for C-ptsd.  Sitting on a bench with another victim of child abuse, or I mean survivor of child abuse and knowing it and even a little owning it. Giving myself space to go to therapy and have a nice Thanksgiving. 

Phone calls with Emmy don’t go well. The boundary thing is impossible and it turns out she’s making drama of it. When I sent a thanksgiving care package to the woman I thought was hosting thanksgiving in ND, she asked my mom for my number and my mom made a big deal out of NOT giving it to her. I have to call her and exchange information and chat. 

Thanksgiving is nice and I manage to not answer the phone though it rings every night without fail. We go out and go see a band and I lose my purse and id. This after having lost my id after my indulgent Jane Austen 6 day weekend in Denver. So two trips to the DMV and therapy every week with a different therapist working through the alphabet of shit. 

From my icklist this week:

the way she talked about the fact that I wanted a baby brother and that she couldn’t have any more kids because she had a difficult delivery, like she would just tell that shit to strangers with me right there as if it couldn’t hurt me…Someone could be like, “How many kids do you have, just the one?” and she would launch into it…as if this stranger has any right to this information not to mention the damage of me hearing that repeatedly. 

 the way she would retell stories to be more dramatic, always to make herself look more important/better/special/caring etc. and often negating or straight up lying about the contributions of others, I knew she was a liar early on but believed the lies she told anyway like that my father really wanted a boy and that’s why I played with boy’s toys, again she would tell that to anyone as a way of explaining why I was so weird,