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."
you're honestly carrying the whole weight of Riff x readers and I thank you for that. I miss writing but schools a bitch and won't give me a break so these small drabbles bring me more comfort than I'd like to admit<3
hi love!! ahh gosh thank you much. i hope you got a little weight off your shoulders by now (since i took so much to answer this so so sorry) . im super happy you enjoyed the drabbles <33
Hi!! Can I please ask one with Riff? With the prompt “i didn’t know where else to go.” / “i didn’t have anywhere else to go.”?
Please, pretty please?❤❤
— "damnit, y/n/n" riff started the same second he opened the door, seeing his girl soaked from head to toe. "it's fucking freezing out there, come here."
he held his hand out for her to hold it. doc's basement was his tiny refugee when the weather decided to no cooperate with his homeless life style.
"what happened?" he tried to get her to talk one more time, whispering, hoping that tony wouldn't wake up.
"my mom, uh.." the girl said quietly, swallowing a sob. "she heard some things and kicked me out, so.. i didn't know where else to go." she gave him a sad, tiring smile "i didn't have anywhere else to go."
Hi!! Can I please ask one with Riff? With the prompt “i didn’t know where else to go.” / “i didn’t have anywhere else to go.”?
Please, pretty please?❤❤
— "damnit, y/n/n" riff started the same second he opened the door, seeing his girl soaked from head to toe. "it's fucking freezing out there, come here."
he held his hand out for her to hold it. doc's basement was his tiny refugee when the weather decided to no cooperate with his homeless life style.
"what happened?" he tried to get her to talk one more time, whispering, hoping that tony wouldn't wake up.
"my mom, uh.." the girl said quietly, swallowing a sob. "she heard some things and kicked me out, so.. i didn't know where else to go." she gave him a sad, tiring smile "i didn't have anywhere else to go."
Heyyyy I was just thinking about riff with ”we don’t need to talk, all right? let’s just… stay here, holding each other.” hopefully with a Latin!reader?
— "tony will be fine, riff.." y/n was caressing the boy's dark strands. "he did the wrong thing, but in a year things will come back to normal." they whispered. "serás un gran líder, my love.."
"look let's just.." he took a deep breath. hands shaking " we don't need to talk alright? let's just.. stay here, holding each other."
can you do a blurb with dodge mason with the line: hey look at me, i’m not going anywhere
— "i can't bear with the feeling that i'm staying here-" the girl sobbed, trying to wipe her tears. "no one's staying, dodge, you guys are going to college, and finding a good career out there."
the girl tried to calm her breathing once more, seeing her boyfriend's quiet expression, before continuing to talk.
"i just- i dont want to be alone, you know?" she sighed. "not in here."
"hey, hey. look at me." his hands went directly to her cheeks, holding it softly, caressing the place with his thumbs. "i'm not going anywhere, okay?"
Ooooo, since you’re taking Requests. I’d really love to see a “make me” with dodge mason.
— "c'mon, y/n. hold my hand." dodge tried one more time. trying to bring the girl in a very drunk state to the floor again. seeing her right on top of the table wasn't a enjoyable sight. "your sister would kill me if she saw you like that."
"heather's a bore." she replied, giggling. a cup still on her hand. well, maybe not that bad of a sight. but the last thing mason needed was for y/n to get in trouble. "i'm having fun, okay? isn't that what you've been told me to do all evening?"
"okay, you had your fun." he agreed, taking a deep breath. "now get down here."
"make me." she stopped with the whole smiles and batting eyelashes, crossing her arms, looking straight at him, forgetting that it was way to easy for him to hold her like a doll, and put her on the floor in the next second.
hellooooooooo ♡ could I ask for a riff x reader with the prompt "kitchen counter make-outs"??
— riff's hand were holding her waist. both of them on the jet girl's kitchen, y/n sitting right on top of the counter. her hands messing around with his dark strands without even minding if he would look unpleasant later.
"you good there beautiful?" the boy asked with a smirk on his face, once he noticed y/n shiver under his touch.
the girl only nodded, rolling her eyes, letting her hands rest on his shoulders, leaning into him so sealing lips with riff would be way easier of a job.
Hi so I was wondering if you could do “ what is your relationship with her? ” with mike? Probably during deh or shooting wss
Thank you!
— "what is your relationship with him?"
the interview asked. the whole cast was sitting in those high chairs, happily waiting for the film release.
"we're friends, and is great, i mean.." the girl shrugged, with a shy smile on her face. "working with him is a dream, and we decided that getting the most natural interactions between these characters would be a great thing."
"y/n, as the amazing actress she is, thought about some great bonding time, and that is totally reflected on screen." mike added, smirking proudly, holding every inch of himself to not hold his girlfriends hands and make it obvious for everyone.
"god, and off screen as well," ariana joked, making some of the crowd laugh, and y/n cover her face with her hands.
Hi! I was wondering if you could do something for riff, with the kissy prompt “unbuttoning your lover’s shirt, pressed against the wall”?
— "i can't-" her fingers were at riff's shirt buttons, in a failed attempt to take the piece of clothing off. "concentrate."
the small body shivering as the girl felt all of her neckline being fulfilled with kisses, left by her lover. y/n' back was pressed against doc's basement wall, and once the boy found himself content with the kissing, he took his time to reply to her, caressing the girl's waist.
"hm?"
this time, though, he interlocked his own lips with hers. softly. passionate. like he had all the time in the world.
"not fair, riff." she smiled in the middle of it, wrapping her arms against his neck. half of the shirt opened up. rolling her eyes as she saw the smirk on his face.
okay so it's saturday night, and i'm extremely bored, so i decided that writing may be a good idea!
just choose one of the following characters (riff, dodge, mouthpiece, race higgins, or even mike himself!) and choose one of the propmts in the lists under the line. I'll do my best to write a short blurb about it! the ask box is open!
send it in lovelies! <3
the lists; all credits to the owners of the prompts down below!
