routledge!reader x jj maybank. bonfire moments and jj being the little shit he is!
"john b's such a cockblock." she huffed, bending her knees and almost falling into the, already, cold sand. as annoyed as she could've looked, her eyes still held a some sort of hope, the night wasn't over yet.
"he's at it again?" kie plopped down, right next to her best friend, crossed-leg and a blunt between her fingers, furrowing her eyebrows.
"he didn't even say anything this time-" she groaned, hiding her face through her hands, the whole bunch of friendship bracelets covering her wrists. "the death glare was enough to not let anyone come closer." she heard the brown haired girl giggle, already high enough to be feeling good about everything, but still fast enough to notice when y/n pointed at a figure, that was close enough all this time, and heard all of the small talk they were having. "and that's almost your fault as well!"
it was easy enough to recognize him in the crowd. the dirty blonde hair - already messed up from the hat- the kildare used shirt and no shoes. jj was hearing, with a shit eating grin on his face, and two red cups in his hands.
the boy sat right next to both of them. handing y/n one cup of the cheap beer they had at the keg, which led to her taking a sip, before passing the cup to kiara, who did the same, and handed right back to the other girl.
"goody-goody can't end up hooking up with some random touron.." it was jj time to speak. the teasing, almost cheerful tone was loud enough for anyone paying attention to hear. gladly they were at a pretty busy bonfire, and everyone was intoxicated enough to not care. "y'know, y/n/n, your brother would've killed me if i didn't do anything, and c'mon, what if they're like, waiting to kidnap you, or worst, they might have a std and - ouch!"
the girl's elbow poked right through the blonde boy's ribs, letting him take a hand to the spot, forming a big pout on his face. kie giggled. "that's so disgusting, don't say it like that." the grimace on her face made the young routledge forget the whole hooking up night in a second.
"low blow, dove." he was still rubbing his ribs. y/n simply smiled.
jj got lost in it for a second. it was all he could do and no one should blame him for it. the way she did it, delicate and smooth, genuine, without a care in the world, made something inside the maybank boy feel different. anxious, almost excited, but different.
he was joking, soft hearted and all, and she knew it. it was a regular thing between them, the teasing and making fun, never crossing any lines, but still, y/n being the y/n the pogues knew, mumbled a tiny "sorry". if she bumped into a door, she would've say sorry, so even though it was on purpose, she still apologized.
"i know you guys are worried, but i just-" y/n sighed, leaning her head on top of her palm, shoulders falling down. she wasn't truly upset, a little disappointed at herself, maybe. "i wish i could do it just like you guys do."
jj would be lying if he said it didn't feel the tiniest bit of satisfaction to almost kill that boy with his eyes. probably a touron, wearing sunglasses - even in the evening, which was a stupid move - and a confident grin, that tried to make him look like he owned the island, but to jj it was exactly the opposite. the floral shirt and the way he was looking at his best friend's sister's ass was making his blood boil. and still, the last thing he wanted was to make her feel blue about herself.
"all right, c'mon." he stood up, patting his pair of shorts, taking part of the sand out. "you ladies should quit moping and try to defy me, and my incredible pong performance."
"not a chance." kie answers first, taking another drag of her blunt - little braids covering her forehead and face, that was already flushed - shaking her head right after. "i'm alright."
"okay, we lost the first one." the ocean blue eyes took the direction they've been wanting to take all night. raising one of his hands, so y/n could took it. "dove, how does that sound to you?"
the girl pretended to think about it. the way her face scrunched, just like her brother's - and exactly like big john, or what jj remembers of it - before letting her head fall softly to the side, accepting his hand to get up.
"you ready to lose, maybank?" she said, crossing her arms, while walking through the beach where the improvised pong table was, holding in her laugh as long as she could.
"you're the light-headed one!" he defended himself, catching up to her, following right by her side. "two cups and you're already dizzy, if anything, i'm the one winning tonight."
