#jb1

hONESTLY. me as fuck

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“JJ, can you put that thing down?” John B. said, annoyed at his friend who had found a plastic baseball bat around the Chateau. It was still in fairly good condition, not broken, a little heavy, and something new for JJ to hyper fixate on.

“C’mon, man,” he said, pretending he was getting ready to swing. “This is a new toy. A weapon.”

“It’s made out of plastic,” Kiara said, rolling her eyes.

“You could hurt someone,” said John B., his patience wearing thin. “How about you just take it outside instead of trying to break everything in the Chateau?”

The three of them were in the living room, waiting for you and Pope to come back from helping his father deliver groceries. JJ, in the meantime, had found something to bide his time and didn’t heave John B’s warning.

“Jesus, JJ,” he said when JJ had almost knocked over a photo of his father. “I’m serious. You should take it outside before I take the bat away from you.”

“What am I?” JJ asked, laughing. “Twelve?”

“You’re acting like it,” said Kiara. JJ rolled his eyes.

“Okay, okay, fine.” JJ reared the corner to step outside and had swung the bat once more, eye level. What he didn’t count on was you walking into the Chateau the same time he was about to step out.

“Are you serious?” John B. yelled from across the room when he watched the plastic baseball bat collide with your forehead. Luckily, Pope stood behind you and was able to catch your body as you fell backwards. JJ stood with his hands over his mouth and dropped the plastic bat, standing there in silence for a moment. He wasn’t sure what to do when he saw John B. rush to your side. “This is why I told you to take it outside.”

“Holy shit,” he said, watching as John B. carried you. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sure she’s fine,” said Pope, picking up the plastic baseball bat. “This thing doesn’t look like it could do any real damage.”

John B. huffed and didn’t say a word. He carried you to his bedroom and tried his best to lay you on the bed carefully, propping your head with his pillows. For good measure, he took your shoes off and planned to let you rest for as long as you needed.

The boy would never admit it, but his feelings for you were more than friendly. Every brush of the fingertip, every laugh, and every smile you sent him made him feel like he was the only person that mattered to you. This revelation came to light when Kiara had asked him why he was staring at you the other day on the beach, and when John B. couldn’t give her a definitive answer, she knew.

John B. caressed then side of your face and moved strands from your face and watched as you slept angelically. He prayed that you would wake up soon. About twenty minutes later, John B. felt the bed shift and looked to his left to see you prop yourself on your elbows, looking around his room in confusion.

“What am I doing here?” You winced. “Also, why does my forehead hurt so much?”

“You passed out because JJ hit you with a plastic bat,” John B. explained. He shifted so that he was resting on his left side.

“And now I’m sleeping in your bed.” John B. laughed.

“Yeah, kind of.”

“Huh.” John B. didn’t know what to say from here. “Well, thank you for taking care of me.”

“I’ll always take care of you.”

The boy could sense the mood shift between the both of you. You had turned your head to face him, biting your lip. He tried not to look down at your lips, but goodness, he couldn’t help himself. He could see the glisten of the peach-flavored lip gloss you wore so often and wondered how it would taste. Of course, John B. would never be one to ask to try it. He just couldn’t wait until he could try your favorite flavored lip glosses without asking.

To his surprise, you were the first one to make the move. When you saw his eyes flicker down to your lips, you inched your head closer to his and slowly closed the gap between the both of you and felt his hand rest comfortably on your hip.

This was everything John B. wanted and more.

“Maybe I should hit Y/N with a bat more often,” JJ said from outside the door. John B. blushed and pulled away from you.

“Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“Apparently not,” he said with a wink before leaving.

“Now, where were we?” you asked slyly, pressing your lips back to his.

John B. liked the taste of your lip gloss.

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All Around the World- Matoma (feat. Bryn Chrisopher)

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Papyrus laughed as his dancing partner swung him around, smiles on both of their faces, the delight in her face apparent as she pulled him close. Papyrus couldn’t help but grin as they danced close, hips swaying to the music as they ground against each other in such a way that anyone who was watching would probably take offence.

He doubted he’d take this one home, after all was said and done. She was drunk, and that wasn’t his style. Still, it was incredibly fun to dance so freely with someone who seemed to harbor the same kinds of demons he did.

He saw the bags under her eyes, the way she longingly stared at the dance floor of the club, the way she gripped her glass of liquor.

So he’d led her there with a quip and a charming grin.

*DONK DONK*

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