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bimbo!reader (+ older!rafe)

weirdgirl!reader (+ nerd!rafe)

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JJ x Routledge reader

Everyone knows they’re dating but John B (who is clueless and in denial.) Maybe there’s even a betting pool to see when he figures it out because they eventually stopped trying to hide it and he still didn’t notice. Because JJ and Reader have always been that weird and insane about each other.

I know for a fact John B would be so in denial. Even after the fight and witnessing them kiss multiple and I mean multiple times he still wouldn’t get the hint. Or didn’t want to.

And everyone would definitely bet money on him except shy!reader and JJ. I think shy!reader would be flustered and embarrassed to learn she was apart of some weird bet. So, JJ wouldn’t bet on it because he knows how it makes shy!reader feel.

When John B finds out he is so angry. Like not super angry but definitely really angry. shy!reader would sit him down and talk to him when there alone.

“What do you mean you guys are together?” He would ask angrily.

“We’re dating.” You would state plainly, trying to keep John B from getting too riled up.

John B would still be in denial afterwards. But, once he realizes that you and JJ are serious about each other he would get over it. Mostly.

But if JJ messes up even the littlest it’s so over for him.

tags: @mojitrvo | @kieeslove

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omg could you do routledge!reader where jj is dating kie bc he's in love with reader but knows jb would never let it happen so reader gets all sad and there's some tension there bc jj and reader have been so super close since childhood like reader, jb, n jj were the og trio and something happens that sparks jj to confess (also unless you want it differently, could jj just be a rebound or a fling or something to kie so her and reader don't end up hating each other bc that's my queen my home girl 🤞). Pope knows full well that the two of them are in love and possibly tries to slap some sense into one or both of them

literally in love with this req (marry me pls) anyway ofc!

I involved Pope but I wanted reader to slap some sense into the boys (JJ and JB) instead of another person trying to do it because she’s apart of the og trio.

shy!reader and JJ’s first kiss . . .

warnings: drinking, smoking, being drunk, kissing/making out, fighting, blood

word count: 1.5k

The first time you saw them kiss, you thought your heart broke. JJ was sitting on your couch with Kiara next to him and they were kissing. It was dark outside, when the world was quiet. There was a mess all over the house of random cups and other trash.

The party had been your idea. At your house. Of course you didn’t tell anyone that though. You let John B handle the invites and telling everyone. You probably would’ve died before you let anyone know it was your idea and your planning.

The party had been fun until JJ got drunk enough to kiss Kiara in front of everyone. You didn’t know JJ likes Kiara. He didn’t tell you. He always tells you when he likes a girl.

The party was over and they were still making out, drunk as fuck. You couldn’t lie, you were drunk too. You wanted so badly to yell at JJ. Scream at him for not realizing that you liked him. Loved him even.

Well, no one could doubt that you did in-fact love him. But it probably wasn’t in the way you really did love him. You had been friends with JJ for forever. Ever since he became friends with JB, he became friends with you. You all did everything together. Then came Kie and Pope and now Sarah. You are all a little family. But, it started with JJ, John B and you.

You just sighed heavily and grabbed the nearest joint you could find. You grabbed another cheap red cup and filled it with some strong alcohol that you probably couldn’t read in your state. You plopped into a seat on the front porch and lit the joint. You didn’t know how long you had been outside, staring at the stars until you heard a voice.

“Damn, smoking a joint without me?” You startled at JJ’s voice and looked at him. His grin grew wider when you met his eyes and you felt heat creeping up your neck. “I can’t believe this.” He said in mock offense. He grabbed the join from your two fingers and takes a drag.

“This is mine too.” He plops into the seat, next to you.

“Sorry.” You mumble before taking a drink from your cup. The alcohol burns on its way down your throat. You look at JJ and realize why you’re out here in the first place. You gulp down the rest of your drink, coughing afterwards.

“Slow down!” JJ laughs patting you on the back to help your coughing. “What’s got you all mopey?” He teases.

“‘S nothing.” You slur looking at him, plastering on a fake smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. JJ’s smile disappears. He takes off the red hat he was wearing to run a hand through his hair. He places the hat on top of your head.

“Seriously, what’s wrong?” He asks, this time with more sentiment.

“Nothing you should worry your pretty lil’ head about.” You giggle at your own words. You couldn’t even tell why you were saying things like that. You reach for the blunt again but JJ puts it above his head. “Give that to me.” You slur reaching to grab it. You almost fall over before he catches you, putting a hand on your waist. The hat falls off of your head.

“I think it’s time to call it a night.” He says with a soft smile, still trying to tease you.

“Why don’t you go back to Kiara and leave me alone.” You grumble, trying to grab the joint from his hand.

“Is that what this is about—Kie?” JJ asks you, his smile fading. Him and Kiara were just friends with benefits. Nothing serious.

“No.” You say abruptly, heat crawling up your neck and onto your cheeks once again. JJ barks out a laugh and you furrow your brows at him. “What’s funny?” You ask, voice sharper than intended.

He stares at your face searching for any signs of a joke. This has to be a joke.

“Are you jealous?” He tries to sound teasing but his voice is quiet, calm. He genuinely wants to know. You snort at his words, trying to deflect.

“Why would I be jealous?” You ridicule.

“I don’t know, why would you?” He asks, words edged with something you can’t quite make out. You stare at him unable to come up with an answer other than the truth under his piercing gaze. “Me and Kie are just a fling anyway, it doesn’t mean anything.”

“It doesn’t?” You perk up at his words.

“No, it doesn’t.” He basically whispers the words.

The air between you two gets thicker with a tension you don’t have the strength to name. Your faces inch towards each other, unable to resist. JJ smells faintly of cologne mixed with the smell of weed and alcohol. Unable to take the tension any longer, he kisses you. At first, you’re surprised but then you melt at his touch.

The kiss is not as calm as you imagined it to be. It’s filled with hunger and desire that hasn’t been met for far too long. You close your eyes and allow yourself to get lost in the kiss. JJ’s fingers tangle in your hair pulling you closer to him than you already are. His tongue grazes your lips, begging for entry. You gasp at the sudden intrusion which allows him to fully enter your mouth. Your tongues tangle with each other. You wrap your arms around his neck and get lost in the new sensations of your feelings.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

You pull back from JJ immediately, cheeks turning pink. You take in a deep breath and look up at your brother. His face is a mix of fury and revulsion.

“My sister, JJ, really?” John B yells getting the attention from the other pogues inside. JB grabs JJ by the bicep and shoves him off of the porch. JJ charges at your brother.

“Guys, stop!” You step in front of them before they can get a hand on eachother. You face John B. “It’s fine, really.” You try to reassure him.

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into getting involved with him!” He yells, you step back from him running into JJ’s chest.

“Hey man, lay off her.” He defends you, carefully pulling you behind him.

“Oh, I need to lay off her? She doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into!” John B takes the chance with you out of the way to swing at JJ. You can’t really tell what’s going on with your drunkenness and the adrenaline. Both of them are just laying punches at each other in every direction.

“Stop! Stop!” You yell but it’s no use they won’t stop. You step closer trying to grab either of them. “Guys, just stop! Let’s—“

Pain erupts on your face and you fall back into the grass. You let out a cry of pain and bring a hand up to your nose. You sit up on the ground and look at your hand. There’s blood. You let out a sob.

“Are you okay?” JJ asks you cupping your face in his hands. “Dammit man, you hit her!” He yells at John B.

“I hit her?” John B argues back.

“Stop! Stop fighting!” You yell at them, anger evident on your face. Tears flowing down your cheeks. JJ looks back at you, wiping the tears with his thumb.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He says to you, concern written all over his face. “Pope, can you get a tissue or something?” He asks Pope and you look back at the house. Kiara, Pope—who went back inside the house—and Sarah saw the whole thing. Saw you get hit. Saw you fall down. You blush under their stares.

“Hey, hey, just look at me, okay?” JJ moves your head with his hands. “Don’t focus on them.” He tells you, wiping some blood from under your nose. He places a quick peck on your lips and you smile at him. The pain is less evident with JJ comforting you.

John B and JJ gran each of your hands guiding you to the seat on the front porch. Pope had grabbed the tissue and brought it back by the time you sat down. JJ wiped your nose for you, planning to hold the tissue until the bleeding stopped. You slapped his hand away, snatching the tissue and keeping it on your nose.

The boys sat in silence in front of you, too petty to apologize or say anything first.

“Are you both going to keep fighting about this?” You spoke up abruptly, tired of the silence. John B just shook his head no.

“No, sorry.” JJ mumbled.

“Okay, hug it out now.” You smiled at your own words. They both wrinkled their noses in disgust. “Do it.” You said gesturing with your free hand for them to hug. They hugged quickly, breaking free almost immediately.

“No more fights, okay?” You asked them, needing confirmation. They didn’t utter a word. “Okay?” You said sharper, louder this time.

“Yes ma’am.” They both said at the same time. You barked out a laugh at their antics.

“You’re both stupid.” You pushed their faces away from yours with your hands, the tissue forgotten on your lap.

“You love us.” John B said, laughing.

“Yeah, you love us.” JJ echoed.

“Shut up.” You grumbled, pulling them both into a hug. “Please don’t fight over me.” You begged and you felt them both nod on your shoulder.

“I still don’t want you with JJ.” John B tried to scold you but you pushed him away with a groan.

“Oh my god, actually shut up.”

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weirdgirl!reader .ᐟ (+ nerd!rafe)

whimsical twee. crazy. chronically online.

sassy. buttons. lover girl.

strange. funny. colorful tights.

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jj x routledge reader pls pls pls

I need ideas for what to write abt them!! Like what event or experience happens. I don’t have ideas 😔

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you could write a fic about bimbo!reader finding out she's pregnant after like a party or something and rafe is tooo out of it to even realize anything 🤔

I hope this is what you wanted <33

bimbo!reader finds out shes pregnant . . .

You stared at the test in your hands. You were shaking uncontrollably.

It was positive.

You couldn’t handle being pregnant. You were a klutz, a bimbo. You couldn’t even handle cooking most nights. You always partied and drank. You were not known for being responsible. You were not known for taking care of people. You were known for being dumb. You were not ready for a child.

You had noticed you were gaining weight, eating more. Your breasts got more tender. You had mood swings more often. But you didn’t think anything of it. You didn’t even realize your period was late until after the party when the music stopped and you could finally think, which you rarely did. How did you even wind up pregnant? You and Rafe always used protection. Well, maybe not. Maybe you were both too drunk to notice.

The test clattered to the floor. You had known something was wrong when you started throwing up every morning. You didn’t question it because why would you? You partied almost every night. You drank a lot.

Oh god. You have been drunk so much this past month. Oh god.

You picked up the test and stuffed it in your purse. You were married to Rafe so having a kid wouldn’t be odd. You stood up and looked in the mirror. You wiped the extra tears from your cheeks and applied your glittery lipgloss. You puckered your lips when you heard a knock at the door.

“Baby, you in there?” Rafe slurred, pounding on the door.

“I’ll be right out, Rafey!” You exclaimed in your most happy voice. You opened the door to a very drunk Rafe. “Rafe, I need to talk to you.” You told him. He immediately frowned.

“Am I in trouble, babydoll?” He pouted in fake sadness. He saw the worry on your face and immediately straightened his posture. “Okay, let’s talk.” He said as he walked into the bathroom with you. His stumbled as he walked and slurred his words. He was to out of it for this seriousness.

“Never mind it’s not that serious.” You straightened out and fixed a fake smile onto your face. Rafe looked at you suspiciously before he shrugged and started babbling about something Topper had said.

You helped him into bed, taking off his shoes and fixing the pillows for him. You went into the bathroom and took a shower. You were not ready to be a mother.

A few days later, when you told Rafe and took a few more tests to confirm you were in fact pregnant, you expected him to be mad but he was happy. He hugged you and immediately called the best doctor for you. He took care of things. He reassured you. And you realized that you could be a good mother with practice.

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BIMBO!READER’S WEDDING

🎀 definitely all pink. just pink pink pink everywhere.

🎀 rafe (obviously) didn’t care about how the wedding looked and let bimbo!reader choose. he just wants her to be happy.

🎀 a very fun wedding with lots of family and friends. bimbo!reader has lots of friends.

🎀 very sentimental. bimbo!reader cried.

🎀 and after the wedding rafe and bimbo!reader went back to the house he built for her.

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Obsessed

deliver us from temptation

priest!rafe x reader

warnings: suggestive content, implied lust, and inner turmoil, Age gap (reader is 23, Rafe is 43), religious guilt, judgmental secondary characters, tension-laced desire, strong language

disclaimer: This is a fictional, stylistic work of drama. It is not intended to mock or diminish any religious beliefs or institutions. MDNI.

It was supposed to be a fresh start.

A quiet Sunday morning. Golden light streaming through the stained glass, the scent of old wood and incense clinging to the air. Redemption. Peace. Clean slates.

Instead, your thoughts were anything but pure.

You’d slipped into the back pew, black dress clinging to your waist in all the wrong ways, collarbone bare, lip bitten red raw. A voice in your head kept whispering that you didn’t belong here. That the past didn’t just melt away because you walked into a church.

But you weren’t prepared for him.

Father Rafe Cameron.

Broad shoulders draped in soft clerical black, sleeves pushed just high enough to see veined forearms. Golden hair a little disheveled like he’d run his hands through it too many times before stepping up to the pulpit. And his voice—low, slow, gravel-touched —like sin wrapped in scripture.

You should’ve looked away. You didn’t.

And the second his eyes met yours mid-sermon, you knew he noticed.

They flickered. A small pause in his words, subtle to everyone else, but you caught it. Like a crack in holy armor.

“Even the lost sheep,” he was saying, “can be led home by faith.”

You shifted in your seat, the wood suddenly too hard, the air too still. His gaze slid over you once more, from the exposed line of your neck to the curve of your legs. Then back up. Then quickly away.

The older woman beside you leaned over, clutching her pearls as if they could protect her from you.

“Young lady,” she whispered sharply, “this isn’t a nightclub.”

You turned slowly, lips parting in disbelief. “Excuse me?”

She looked you over like you were dirt on the marble floor. “Modesty is a virtue. You’re a distraction.”

Your jaw tensed. You could’ve said something sharp, something cruel — but instead, you turned back toward the altar with a bitter smile.

Distraction, huh? If only she knew what Father Rafe was thinking when he looked at you like that.

The congregation drifted out like smoke, soft murmurs, polite nods, slow footsteps echoing between the pews.

You lingered in the shade just outside the old stone archway, arms crossed over your chest, heart pounding like you’d committed some unspoken crime. A cigarette sat between your fingers, lit but forgotten, the ash running long.

Maybe you shouldn’t be here. Maybe the old lady was right.

Maybe you were the devil in lipstick and heels.

But then the heavy church doors creaked open, and there he was,

Father Rafe.

He stepped out alone, sleeves rolled now, collar undone — as if he’d already started shedding the role of shepherd. His eyes scanned the golden path of morning until they landed on you.

He didn’t flinch. He didn’t look surprised. He just… looked.

You blinked once, hard. “So you are real.”

He stopped a few steps from you. The scent of incense still clung to him—or maybe it was just him. Clean. Warm. Steady.

“I could say the same,” he murmured. “Didn’t think I’d see you waiting.”

You looked away for a second. Took a slow drag of the cigarette. “I don’t know why I stayed. I guess I just wanted to feel something.”

A pause.

“To feel good about myself. About… anything, really.” The words fell out too easily. You hated how honest they sounded.

Rafe’s gaze didn’t waver. He stepped closer, folding his hands in front of him the way someone did when they were about to say something they shouldn’t.

“There’s nothing wrong with wanting to feel good,” he said, voice low, controlled. “It’s just… sometimes we go looking for it in the wrong places.”

You raised a brow. “And this—” you gestured to the crumbling chapel behind him, “this is the right place?”

“Depends what you’re hoping to find.”

You stared at him then. Hard. As if the answer was supposed to be written across his face.

And maybe it was. There was something there in his eyes, that flicker you’d seen during his sermon. Interest. Curiosity. Restraint tied up so tightly it was almost painful.

You dropped the cigarette, crushing it beneath your heel. “You’re not like the others.”

A beat.

He smiled — faint, humorless. “I hear that a lot. Doesn’t mean it’s a compliment.”

“It wasn’t,” you said softly.

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4th of July with bimbo!reader . . .

You didn’t understand why Rafe had taken you to a field. At first you thought it was a simple picnic. He had a blanket in hand. Some snacks. You knew it was the fourth of July and you thought Rafe wanted to celebrate privately. You even wore a fourth of July themed outfit.

You had a white purse in your hand. A american flag bikini top. Paired with low ride jean shorts and heels! Your tramp stamp—which you know Rafe loves—shows. Literally your dream outfit for fourth of July and Rafe bought it for you. He must of known you would want instagram pictures. You love him with all of your heart.

“Baby, these are for you.” Rafe said with that soft smile he built for you. He held out a bouquet of red, white and blue glittering roses. He knew you loved glitter.

“Rafey, I love them!” You squealed, putting your arms around his neck and hugging him. He hugged you back and tucked his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the perfume he bought you.

“Anything for you, baby. Now sit down and relax with me.” He said with a smug grin. You couldn’t tell he was hiding something, you never could. He was glad he was going to surprise you.

The date went as planned. You both ate the snacks, laughing about random things. Mainly you laughed and Rafe laughed at your giggles but laughing nonetheless. You scrolled on your phone and showed him your latest puppy video you found on instagram. You took photos of the roses and the picnic set up.

You watched the sunset together and kissed when night fell. You had grown tired and you were ready to go to sleep but Rafe insisted you stayed up.

“I’m so tired, Rafey.” You said followed by a yawn. You rested your head on his shoulder. “When can we go home?” You asked him.

“Soon, baby.” Is all the said to you before the fireworks started.

These fireworks weren’t the normal red, white and blue. No, they were pink and white. They made shapes like hearts and R + Y/F/I. You squealed in delight when each firework came. You hugged Rafe and continuously thanked him. Then, the last firework came. It was a big, red heart. This time it was different, it seemed almost electronic.

The firework made the shape of “will you marry me?” and you looked over at Rafe to see him bending down on one knee. In his hand was a pink box with a beautiful gold ring. It had the biggest diamond you had ever seen before. You hadn’t seen much diamonds being a pogue and all but you knew that this was a big one. Your hands cupped your mouth as tears feel from your eyes.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” Rafe began, giving you a loving smile. “I have loved you ever since I’ve seen you working in the Country Club. I love you so, so much more than words can express. And, I plan to love you for the rest of my life and beyond if you’ll let me.” Rafe took a shaky breath trying to stay composed. “Will you marry me?”

“Oh my god, Rafe! Yes! A million times yes!” He slid the ring onto your ring finger. You shrieked in excitement and pulled him into a big hug, jumping up and down. When you got out of the hug he gave you a kiss. A loving kiss.

“I love you, doll.” He said agaisnt your lips before he pulled you into another.

“I love you too, Rafey.” You said breathless as you hugged him again, the excitement resurfacing.

bimbo!reader instagram post:

luvvy/n literally a fiance now!!! love you @rafecameron

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rafecameron: love you, baby 🩷

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user 1 : whens the wedding?

user 2 : happy for you!

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shy!reader intro .ᐟ

☁️ is dating jj maybank

☁️ I feel like she does not match rafes freak in the slightest (not in a bad way ofc) but bimbo!reader does. i don’t think there a good match.

☁️ they met through john b but they didn’t know each other well.

☁️ very shy and doesn’t talk about her feelings which is why it took her and jj so long to get together

☁️ same age as jj

☁️ she love love loves books. books are her life, love, air.

☁️ def owns a record player and listens to bands like the cranberries, green day, sublime. she is a very band girly.

☁️ wears cheap, simple outfits. like jeans and a sweater. maybe some earrings if she feels like dressing up.

☁️ doesn’t have a flat stomach!!!!!!! kinda insecure hence the sweater wearing. (i normally don’t decide the looks of readers but I want girls who don’t have flat stomachs to relate.)

☁️ doesn’t wear makeup at all. she will dabble for special events but other than that she hates makeup. hates the way it feels on her skin.

☁️ honestly her and bimbo!reader are two totally different people. so think of the opposite of bimbo!reader

☁️ has a cat who is grey with a white belly. it’s her baby so if anyone doesn’t like cats she hates them. (jk she doesn’t but she stays away) she feels as if cats are good vibes. her cat is just like her. loves cuddles but only from certain people. not able to trust easily.

☁️ cats name is jill! (i know the name is weird get over it.)

☁️ very anxious, jittery person. bites her nails when she is expecting to do something scary. things like present a project or confront someone. or when she is watching a suspenseful movie she goes to town on those nails.

☁️ she’s a virgin but she’s not embarrassed. she knows when she is ready.