#dad!johnb

[princessbrunette]

thinking about dad!johnb who just looks so fucking good to you after you have your baby together.

maybe it’s the way he’s grown out his beard a little, adopting a scruffier look all around because he often didn’t have the time to get his hair cut as frequently either, stuffing a fisherman-type cap over his brunette waves. tv dinners became a little more frequent for him, and he didn’t have time to swim as often — only lift weights, so he’d naturally gotten a little thicker around the middle and chest, thighs bulging just that little extra — yet his arms thick and stronger than ever.

he’d really started to fill the ‘dad’ boots. walking around with your nearly one year old girl on his hip, his low voice mumbling conversationally as you wander ahead with a shopping cart doing the groceries, barely concentrating, just running off the soft lull of his voice in the background drone.

you liked him best when your daughter would be napping and he’d be on the couch, looking a little sleepy with his head tilted back against the cushion and his thighs spread. when he’s not at home with his girl he works long shifts at the docks — so his hands are all rough and he’s got the odd scratch and scrape which makes him all the more homely. all the more manly too, helping you tap effortlessly into your feminine as you snuggle up to him in a little sundress and cardigan— laying your body half on his.

“shes down?” he refers to your sleeping child, brows raised a little in interest. you busy yourself with nuzzling into his jaw with kisses, having been desperate to get your hands on him.

“mhm. just us…” you hum, feeling his cheeks expand into a smile.

“is that so?” he croons, still managing to be a goofball despite everything.

“missed you.” you sigh, manoeuvring just that little more onto john b’s thigh, grinding your hips down to relieve some of this ache.

“oh?” he hums, hands on your waist now. “haven’t been looking after my girl, have i?” it’s a question, but he says it more as a statement — an air of guilt to his voice that makes you shake your head.

“no, no john b you’ve been good. you’ve been so good jus— just need a little extra love t’day…” you feel yourself starting to get hazy and breathless, needing to turn it all off just for a little.

“okay sweetheart. we’ve got time.” he soothes your rushed jolted grinds against his leg, coarse hand rubbing the skin. “we can start… by getting this off.” he plucks at your dress, tilting his head with a little smile so he could look at you properly.

you look up, feeling lucky to witness that warm glint in his eye. john b could never neglect you.

[redhead1180]

So I know none of these look like our OBX boys, but all I could think about was how this would be them if they were girl dads. The little girls would have them all wrapped around their fingers. 🥹🩷🩷🩷

[nemesyaaa]

KXKZKDKEKE WAS NOT READY FOR HUSBAND AND DAD JOHN B ??? BUT NOW I HAVE HEARTS IN MY EYES BECAUSE THIS IS THE DREAM LIFE I THINK ABOUT TO OFTEN ??? stop making me so delulu but so GLAD THAT YOU WRITE ABOUT HIM !! NEEDED THIS

you loved soft moments like these, your husband holding onto your sweet baby girl. her eyes slowly drooping closed, all safe and sleepy in her dad’s arms, her chubby little cheek pressed against his shoulder. he does this while also multitasking and making some “breakfast-dinner” for the both of you, flipping pancakes with one hand, and my goodness, you could not be more in love with him right now. HE'S THE MOST PRECIOUS HUSBAND EVER !! (while i read, 2 mosquitos bitten me 🤡🤡)

you sit there on the table, in nothing but panties and john b’s old t-shirt, taking mental polaroids wanting nothing more than to give that boy a bunch of love, kisses, and kids. you don’t even have to talk or make conversation, both of you are completely comfortable in silence, besides the little noises the baby makes every so often. I'M WILLING TO MAKE HIM A WHOLE SOCCER TEAM ACTUALLY. no because now i think imagine having 4 four kids with him, but they're all girls and my man is just so confused but so whipped for all his girlies

and as soon as he helps put the baby down and you both are finished eating the sweet n sticky meal, he’s throwing you over his shoulder and carrying his wife to bed. if you think that man would be too tired coming back from a hard-working job to treat you nice n good then you are soooo wrong. he's opened the window to let the night breeze in and you tangle yourselves in eachothers arms in fresh bedsheets you washed earlier. your husband pulls you under him to kiss you slowly and sweetly in the dim light of your room trying your hardest not to giggle or make too much noise that would wake the baby up. usually, you two would engage in…marital activities but on days like these just being close, being in each other's arms is the perfect amount of intimacy. I FEEL LIKE THE MOST WELL PERFECTLY TREATED PRINCESS. i'm so obssessed PLEASE 🥺🥺

"nmm mm, get to stay home and take care of my girls," i can't tell how much i'm in love with this man, but i'm really so so so in love

husband!john b little thoughtsss.....

you loved soft moments like these, your husband holding onto your sweet baby girl. her eyes slowly drooping closed, all safe and sleepy in her dad’s arms, her chubby little cheek pressed against his shoulder. he does this while also multitasking and making some “breakfast-dinner” for the both of you, flipping pancakes with one hand, and my goodness, you could not be more in love with him right now.

you sit there on the table, in nothing but panties and john b’s old t-shirt, taking mental polaroids wanting nothing more than to give that boy a bunch of love, kisses, and kids. you don’t even have to talk or make conversation, both of you are completely comfortable in silence, besides the little noises the baby makes every so often.

and as soon as he helps put the baby down and you both are finished eating the sweet n sticky meal, he’s throwing you over his shoulder and carrying his wife to bed. if you think that man would be too tired coming back from a hard-working job to treat you nice n good then you are soooo wrong. he's opened the window to let the night breeze in and you tangle yourselves in eachothers arms in fresh bedsheets you washed earlier. your husband pulls you under him to kiss you slowly and sweetly in the dim light of your room trying your hardest not to giggle or make too much noise that would wake the baby up. usually, you two would engage in…marital activities but on days like these just being close, being in each other's arms is the perfect amount of intimacy.

“missed you so much,” you whisper between kisses, and john b hums, half-asleep and lovesick.

“I missed you more sweetheart, trust me, but i’m all yours this weekend,” he whispers, you can’t exactly see him due to how low the lighting is but you can feel he’s smiling against your lips.

"no work?"

"nmm mm, get to stay home and take care of my girls,"

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[rafesangelita]

i got the notification and was so excited pls and then i saw the post couldn’t be found 😖

think it was something like dad!johnb who is just so shdhsjs like he has a ‘#1 dad’ coffee mug and gives you limits on your screen time but he’s so loveable with his authority like i wanna bite him

: 🧸

a/n: dad!johnb is not being used in the literal sense <3

sometimes you thought john b cared way too much. always telling you to stop leaning over the edge of the boat before a crocodile can come and ‘teach you a lesson’— his words, making you and jj stand in opposite corners of the room when you two just can’t stop bickering with one another, never letting you join him on particularly dangerous adventures.. and now your screen time. john b swears he’s been hearing sounds coming from your phone for at least an hour and a half now, your laugh ringing throughout the chateau.

“her ‘for you’ page isn’t even funny, have you seen that shit?” jj scoffed, “i watched it with a straight face the whole time!” john b is cursing under his breath before he’s telling jj to leave you alone, stepping inside shortly after. you’re sprawled out on the couch, your phone literally centimeters away from your face while you giggle to yourself. “hey, you wanna help me with something outside?” he joins you, spotting his favorite ‘#1 DAD’ mug on the coffee table with— “do you have soda in that?” you look away momentarily, your eyes gazing up at him before shaking your head. “no.. why?” you were obviously lying.

john b sighed to himself, a tight lipped smile adorning his face as he spoke. “besides the fact that you know you’re not supposed to drink that, you have it in a mug. out of all the cups we have, you had to— you know what? it doesn’t matter, let’s get you off of this, alright?” you’re pouting when he takes the device out of your hands, stuffing it in his pocket before dragging you outside to join the rest of the boys along with kie and cleo. “aww, ‘daddy get mad at you?” you’re rolling your eyes at jj’s words while pope laughs along.

[wubudubu123]

"Plan B" Rafe Cameron x JohnB's!sister!reader SMUT

summary: Maya Routledge finds herself stuck with Rafe Cameron in Barbados.

warnings: age gap (18-21), unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!), guns, violence

a/n: hey y'all bit longer than my usual fanfics; please repost if you like it :** kisses on y'all's foreheads

words: 3,9k

After being transported from the so-called "Poguelandia" to Barbados, I decided to make a run for it. I had to get away from the Pogues. Even though I was a Pogue by blood, I never truly felt like I belonged with them. My dad didn’t care much for me or my brother. He was always obsessed with finding treasure, chasing after some fairytale fantasy. When I saw those same legends starting to get into my big brother’s head, I realized how much he had changed. His obsession, along with his girlfriend Sarah, made me think that maybe they had both lost it.

Escaping from them wasn’t too difficult, not with the chaos and noise of the city. I found myself walking through a market, trying to steal some fruit—honestly, it was the only skill I’d ever learned from my dad. But out of nowhere, someone grabbed me from behind. I felt a hand clamp over my mouth, silencing any attempt to scream. I was helpless, and no one came to help. The more I struggled, the more I felt myself slipping away. Soon, everything went black, and I drifted off into unconsciousness.

When I woke up, I was no longer in the market. I was in a strange, well-furnished room. But what struck me first were my clothes—I was now wearing a beautiful red silk dress. Panic surged through me. What was going on? Anxiety gripped me, and I froze in fear, unable to move. My mind raced, but all I could think was, "This isn’t how I’m going to die." After a moment of sheer shock, I forced myself to stand and rushed to the door. I yanked on the handle with all my strength, shouting, "HELP! PLEASE LET ME OUT!" But there was no response.

I went to the window, desperate for any hint of what was going on. All I saw were fields stretching for miles, nothing but endless grass in every direction. I collapsed onto the bed, trying to think of how I could escape this place. As if on cue, the door opened. A man, armed and speaking in a foreign tongue, gestured for me to follow him. I had no choice but to obey, my legs trembling beneath me.

He led me to a large living room where I was confronted by a man who looked like he belonged in charge. "Hello, Miss Routledge," he said, his voice smooth and controlled. "I apologize for the inconvenience of your trip here, but the circumstances left me no choice. Please, sit." He gestured toward a chair in front of him, and as I hesitated, he introduced himself. "I am Mr. Singh."

I glared at him. "What do you want from me? Let me go!" My voice trembled, but I couldn’t hold back the anger.

"You see, Miss Routledge," he began, his Caribbean accent thick and authoritative, "you have something that belongs to me. And I would greatly appreciate it if you returned it to me."

I shook my head, confused. "I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t have anything."

He smirked, his eyes narrowing. "Now, Miss Routledge, I know you’re lying. And do you know what I despise the most? Lies." His tone grew colder.

"I’m not lying! I don’t know what you’re talking about!" I protested, my heart pounding in my chest.

"The diary," he said, his voice sharp. "I know you have it—or at least, you’ve had it. Where is it?"

It clicked. He was talking about that treasure-related diary John B had been obsessing over. I wasn’t interested in any of that. "Look, if it’s about that nonexistent treasure, I don’t have it, and I don’t want it. You should talk to my brother, not me. He’s the one obsessed with it," I explained, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Very well," Singh said with a cold smile. "Take her away."

Before I could react, two guards grabbed my arms, dragging me aggressively toward the door. I kicked and screamed, trying to break free, but it was no use. As they pulled me away, I heard Singh's voice behind me, calm and sinister. "Even if you don’t have what I’m looking for, maybe you’ll still serve as bait."

The door slammed shut, and my heart sank. I had no idea what was coming next.

I was lying on the bed, trying to process everything, when I heard the door creak open. To my surprise, the last person I expected to see walked in: Rafe fucking Cameron, dressed in a sharp suit. He froze when he saw me.

"What are you doing here, May? Are you trying to ruin my deal?" he snapped. I blinked, momentarily thrown off guard. Rafe was the only one who ever called me "May"—everyone else always called me Maya. For some reason, he liked to shorten it. There was something in his tone—anger, annoyance—something that made me uneasy.

"What the hell are you talking about? I’m literally kidnapped here!" I shot back, my confusion rising. "How the hell did you even get here?"

He looked at me like I was the crazy one. "What do you mean you’re kidnapped? I’m here to close the sale of the cross." His voice was calm, but I could tell he wasn’t lying. My suspicion that he was behind this situation faded a bit.

"Yeah, some pilot found us on a deserted island, and it turns out he’s mixed up in all this. He wants some diary my brother has and is trying to use me as bait," I explained quickly.

Rafe sighed, rubbing his face. "Jesus Christ, you Pogues always try to get your hands on things that don’t belong to you."

I felt my anger rise. "Hey, I’m not like them, okay? I didn’t ask for this, and I don’t give a damn about any treasure! So don’t talk to me like that."

He took a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself. "Alright, listen. I’ll talk to this guy and try to make a deal. You stay here, and be good. Afterward, I’ll figure out a way to get us out of here. Sound good?" He pointed at my face, making sure I was listening.

I nodded, and he left. Rafe was gone for about 25 minutes, meeting with the man. When he returned, I could see the worry in his eyes.

"And?" I asked, eager for answers.

"Ugh, we’re in deep shit," Rafe muttered. "He thinks I’m after the treasure, too, and offered me some shady deal for the cross."

"What about getting us out of here?" I pressed.

"Yeah, Plan B," he said, looking serious. "They won’t let us go. We’ll have to break out or something. Listen carefully. There’s one guard outside the door. You need to get his attention, and I’ll hide. Once he comes in, I’ll grab his gun and take him out, alright?"

I nodded, feeling the tension building. Minutes later, I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Help!"

The guard didn’t waste any time. When I went silent, the door opened, and he stepped inside, gun pointed toward me. "Hey, what’s going on here?" he called out, walking in the direction of the bathroom.

That’s when Rafe sprang into action. He lunged at the guard, landed a punch to his face, grabbed the gun, and then slammed his elbow into the guard’s stomach for good measure. The guy went down hard, unconscious before he could even react.

"Okay, follow me." Rafe led the way, taking out a guard on the way out. I placed my hand on his back, trying my best to stay calm despite the fear bubbling inside me.

"I’ve got a boat at the port that can take us to OBX," Rafe said, glancing back at me. "I can drop you off anywhere you need." His offer was a surprising shift from the usual cold, distant Rafe I knew. It was a kind gesture, and for a moment, I felt a flicker of something warmer.

We climbed into a truck loaded with hay, both of us relieved to have escaped. Rafe leaned back against the wall of the vehicle, a small smile creeping onto his face as he glanced at me.

"You know, May, I never took you for a Pogue. You're better than them," he said casually.

"Thanks," I replied, unsure of how to react. The truth was, Rafe had always been my secret crush, the one no one knew about. But because he was a Kook and I was a pouge, I never let myself think of anything more.

Hearing him say that, though, made me feel almost equal to him for a moment. It was nice, in a way, to know he saw me differently.

When we arrived at the port and boarded his yacht, Rafe was busy preparing it for the journey ahead. I watched him for a moment, and after a while, he noticed my gaze.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Like what?" I replied, a little taken aback.

"Doesn't matter," he said with a chuckle.

As the yacht sailed, the quiet between us stretched until Rafe broke it with some small talk. "So, how's school? You're a senior, right?"

"Yeah, it's alright," I answered. Rafe was 21, and I was almost 18, so he was already done with school.

"You want something to drink? It's gonna take us about two days to get to OBX," he offered.

"Sure, what do you have?" I asked.

"Whiskey, wine, beer, or water," he said, glancing at me.

"Beer would be great, thanks," I replied.

He handed me a cold beer, and as the sun started to set, we spent the evening talking. After a few beers, I started feeling the effects, my head spinning just a little. Rafe seemed to be handling it better, even though he had been drinking too.

"You know, I had a pretty big crush on you back in the day," I said, laughing lightly.

"Really?" he asked, a little surprised.

"Yeah, I used to look for you around school," I admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed.

A moment of silence passed, and then Rafe turned toward me, his expression softening. "I didn't know that," he said quietly. He leaned in a little, and for a second, the world seemed to slow. He looked into my eyes and kissed me. Lightly grabbing my face, deepening the kiss.

I reached my hand to unbuckle his belt. My underwear was soaking and I was ready to take him. Before that I had slept with my now-ex-boyfriend but he didn't make me feel so horny as Rafe in that moment. I don't know if the alcohol made me this confident but I sat on top of him, straddling his crotch. I felt his arousal on my ass. I continued kissing him and his hands were exploring every inch of my body.

Slightly squeezing my boobs, pinching my nipples through the dress, stroking my back. I unbuttoned his cotton shirt and started placing small pecks on his refined abs. "Wait" he suddenly stopped me "I didn't bring condoms" he looked at me with concern.

"Fuck it, I don't care." I said quickly. I was too aroused to stop now. His hand slid under my dress and found my panties. One of his fingers slid inside me and I let out a small moan. With his fingers pumping inside me I took his pants off massaging him through black pair of boxers. When he felt I was close to orgasm Rafe withdrew his hand and pulled me in for a kiss. Meanwhile I took out his cock and palmed it. He was moaning. "Shit, May" I lined his dick with my entrance and slowly lowered myself on it.

I grabbed his torso to steady myself and when I adjusted to his large size I started rocking my hips back and forth. "Ohh Rafe You feel so good." I was breathing heavy and my vision started to blur from pleasure. "You make me feel so good Rafe. If I knew your dick was so good I'd make a move sooner." I felt his finger circle my clit.

I picked up the pace and started moving my hips faster. "Fuck May I'm so close right now." He painted and I felt his dick twitch inside my coochie. I squeezed him and cummed, leaving a white ring around him.

Soon after he also came and I felt his warm release. I rode out the last bits of his orgasm and got off him, laying next to him trying to steady my breath and heartbeat.

"Damn John B would freak out if he knew I fucked his little sister." he smiled with his eyes closed. I playfully smacked his chest laughing with him.

[shugarbunni]

farmersdaughter!reader x JohnB (pre season 4)

"on it papa!" your gentle southern voice rings through the garden, sandalled feet squelching in the mud from last nights storm as you head towards the chicken coop.

you and your father had moved to the obx a year or so ago, needing a fresh start after your mother passed away. you were meant to just be focusing on schoolwork and taking care of the animals, since your dad is too old to get much actual farmwork done.

you spare a glance over your shoulder as you spinkle seeds into the chicken coop, gaze moving to the letter box at the gate. flag up. an eager smile grows on your face as your eyes light up, emptying the bucket of feed and quietly scurrying over to check whats inside, though you already have an idea.

just like usual, a haphazardly written note telling you to be at the chateau in ten. john B's god awful handwriting.

well, thats your plans for the day. hang out with your secret boyfriend.

"hey baby" his voice is smooth as he leans against the door frame, your small stature stood infront of him, hands clasped behind your back

"hi" you smile softly up at him "i only have, like, half an hour before i gotta get back" you continue as he guides you indoors "dad's gunna kill me if the plants die"

"hm, ill make sure none of that happens" he murmurs as he pads over to his fridge.

"are we the only ones here?" you ask quietly, following him like a baby duckling.

"sure are, buttercup" he croons, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he pulls out a carton of juice, taking a swig as he shuts the fridge behind him.

"cool" you grin up at him. the only people on the whole island who know about you two are the pogues, and they wouldnt tell anybody. you'd be grounded for life if your father found out you were dating anyone - John B, none the less.

"you miss me?" he hums softly, calloused hands smoothing over your hair, tracing the shape of your face. admiring you. a week of him being away felt like eternity.

"maybe." you breath out with a slow nod, blinking up at him all doe eyed.

"just maybe, huh?" he chuckles, voice raspy as he squeezes slightly at the nape of your neck.

"alot. missed you alot." you mewl, following him when he tugs you gently towards the bedroom.

"atta girl."

[mariailoveyou-guerin]

people ask how can you hate kie im like how do u like this THING imagine making pope feel like his life isnt important everything he’s worked for all bc to her a rich girl it’s not a big deal!anyways its always gonna be fuck Kiara Carrera untill she dies in this house #OBX #obx4

Need kie next to rafe six feet under in the ocean actually all s1-4 she’s been nothing but annoying ungrateful spoiled awful brat she supposedly loves JJ but always wishing having no parents next to JJ who’s dad was beating the living sh*t out of himb! If kie has no haters I’m 💀 the way so ungrateful to her parents and constantly acts like she has none especially next to jj all because her parents wanted her safe good and not dea*th or hurt! Yeah fcvk kie need her to be drowned again! this isn’t half the sh*t she’s done jjsarah don’t even get me started on pope how she treated him!

​jj could never make pope feel like his life wasn’t important and that’s why he’s that boy went to jail to protect pope future and constantly saying I’ll do it for pope yeah it fills my heart with so much joy knowing pope has JJ bc it’s clear kie never cared about pope or jj only cared about johnb all s1-2 was what about johnb and johnb needs if I had to hear that again I would’ve k worded myself im not joking and they expect us to now believe kie all of sudden cares about anyone other then herself and Johnb let alone that she loves JJ be so fr the same lie who’s done nothing but belittle him and acted like he’s this dvmp guy who’s got nothing going for him she supposedly loves him yeah again fcvk kie !

Glad JJ had pope and pope had jj and now he’s got Cleo too because no one was ever looking out for jj or pope other than themselves an pope parents + cleo na

[starfxkrinc]

Daddy’s home everyone (and i have A LOT) to talk about!!

Straight to business

DivorcedDad!JohnB is a MUNCH and no one can bully me out of thinking that. Part of the reason readers mom even stayed with his loser ass was because he ate pussy like it was his last meal before the electric car. So of course when he’s drunk and reader is “innocently” (yk damn well she grooming that man) tearing up and telling jombee that she’s never had a guy go down on her and how she just feels oh so upset about it, he has to show his baby that she’s awesome and make her feel better right? i mean that’s what dads do, don’t they?

got inspired by this (p!link btw)

https://x.com/viledaughter/status/1900970512777400573?s=46

i could start barking this is so good divorced dad john b also being a massive fucking loser simp no wonder it takes noting for u to groom him. he figures its the least he can do since he "ruined your life" (your words). he feels bad about it, his stomach hurts the whole time and its mostly because of how badly hes been waiting for this

[dramagodesss]

Ruthless - jj maybank x oc

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chapter eleven : diving down dad's secrets

Kiara inspected the tank gauge. “Quarter full. Enough for one of us.” She looked around. “Who knows how to dive?”

“You put the tube in your mouth and breathe. How hard can it be?” JJ said, shrugging.

Camille shifted on her feet. “My dad used to dive,” she murmured. “I just know… you gotta do stops or something on the way up.”

After the plan 'blending in' was chatastrophicly ruined by the outburst at the bonefire and officer Peterkin had payed johnb an early (and not so firendly) visit, jj had convinced the pogues to get into the marsh to finally find out what was going on 'i'm going either way' had said camille, determination on her tone. 'i need to know what that boat has to do with my dad'.

And there they were.

Pope nodded seriously. “If you come up too fast, nitrogen gets into your blood and you get the bends.”

JJ raised a brow. “The bends as in like… bend over and—”

Pope cut him off sharply. “The bends kill you.”

JJ blinked. “Right. Copy that.”

“I’ll do it,” Camille said, voice steady. “It’s fine.”

Pope crouched, already doing calculations in the boat. “Okay, so… you need to do your safety stop at about ten feet for two minutes, alright?”

Kiara stripped off her shirt and dove into the water with barely a splash.

John B blinked. “What was that about?”

“I dunno,” Camille said with a grin. “But I liked it. A lot.”

She reached for the hem of her top, pulling it over her head and tossing it into the boat. Her tight blue bikini shimmered in the light, but the smile dropped from JJ’s face when they saw the angry bruise blooming across her lower back, a dark scab in the middle of it— but there was more. a yellow looking bruise on her ribs. that's not where she got hit, he thought to himself.

but he still tried to play it cool. “Damn, striptease in front of our friends? Mmm.”

Camille slapped his arm after saking off her jean shorts. “Ew. Stop being weird.”

As Kiara surfaced again, JJ helped John B get the gear on Camille.

“When you’re down there, you look for the cargo hold. You stick this thing inside and twist, then pull, okay?” John B said, handing her a small crowbar-type tool.

Camille nodded, murmuring a soft “Okay.”

Kiara called out as she got back in the boat. “Hey! I tied my T-shirt to the chain. That’s your ten-foot mark. Do your safety stop there.” Camille nodded as she muttered a 'thanks baby'.

Pope stepped up, eyes locked on hers. “Keep an eye on this.” He pointed to the pressure gauge. “You need enough air to decompress. Got it?”

Camille’s emerald eyes flicked to the gauge, then back to Pope. “How much do I need?”

Pope hesitated. “Unclear." he muttered. "Breathe as little as possible.”

JJ stepped in, his voice softer now. “Zen. Think zen, you know?” He mimicked slow breathing through a mask, then leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

“Be careful,” Kiara said.

Camille pulled the mask on, tucking her curls under the strap. “Okay,” she said, heart pounding. “Wish me luck.”

Without another word, she jumped.

The water rippled, then calmed.

Silence.

“She really did that,” John B muttered.

Kiara crossed her arms, eyes on the water. “That bruise on her back? The bad one? That wasn’t from yesterday.”

Pope frowned. “There’s one that looked old.”

Before anyone could respond, the low whirr of a motor cut through the stillness.

A police boat rounded the marsh bend, slow but steady.

JJ’s eyes widened. “Shit.”

“Shit,” Pope echoed.

“She’s still down there,” Kiara whispered.

And the cops were getting closer.

Camille sank deeper into the stillness of the marsh, each kick of her fins drawing her closer to the eerie silhouette of the sunken boat. Her grip tightened around the small crowbar tool John B had given her, her eyes scanning through the murky water.

The cargo hold was partially caved in, jagged metal twisting like bones. She spotted a rusted compartment door—half-covered in algae and silt. Inside, barely visible, was the shape of a duffel bag wedged in tight.

Her heart kicked.

That’s it.

She hovered closer, jamming the crowbar into the seam between the hatch and the frame. Her arms strained as she twisted. Nothing. She grit her teeth, readjusted, and yanked harder.

Twist. Then pull.

With a groan of bending metal, the hatch popped open just enough for her to slip her hand in. The duffel was stuck. Waterlogged and heavy.

She hooked the tool into the bag’s strap, tugging with everything she had.

Come on. Come on.

It finally gave with a violent rip, and the sudden momentum nearly knocked her back. She caught herself, grabbed the bag to her chest, and turned to rise—

And froze.

Above, next to their boat, a new one floated.

A figure leaned over the side.

Oh my god. Not now.

Her lungs were already burning, the needle on her oxygen gauge now dangerously low.

She kicked toward the surface but stopped at the anchor chain—Kiara’s t-shirt fluttering like a flag. Ten feet. Two minutes.

She gripped the chain, bag clutched to her chest, and waited.

Stillness around her. But her eyes stayed on the silhouette above. A figure was there. Watching.

Breathe. Slowly. Slowly.

And then, mercifully, the motor above started.

The boat pulled away.

She burst upward.

The moment her head broke the surface, gasping, the Pogues were already leaning over the edge.

“Cami!” Kiara’s voice cracked with relief.

“Oh my god, baby—are you okay???” JJ shouted, already leaning off the edge of the boat.

Camille swam hard, breath ragged. “Who the fuck was that???” she called, flinging the soaked duffel bag onto the deck.

“Shoupe,” Pope answered darkly, eyes locked on his panting friend.

Camille reached the edge, and John B and JJ hauled her up. She collapsed on the deck, coughing, mask dangling from her neck.

“Fucking fatass almost murdered me,” she panted.

The others laughed, half in panic, half in hysterical relief.

JJ crouched next to her, undoing the straps of the tank, eyes flicking to the bruise on her back. “Jesus, Cam. That was—insane.”

“Insanely hot,” Kiara added with a shaky smile, handing her a towel.

John B took the tank off, setting it aside. “You crushed that. Seriously.”

Camille rolled onto her back, catching her breath. “I’m never diving again.”

JJ leaned down and kissed her, brushing wet curls from her face. “Fair.”

Camille had barely caught her breath when Pope’s head shot up, scanning the water behind them.

“…Guys?”

A dark shape appeared, cutting fast across the waves—too fast.

Another boat.

Two men onboard. Hard eyes. One of them raised something that glinted.

Pop. Pop. Pop.

The windshield of the Pogues’ boat cracked in an instant.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD—WHAT THE FUCK??” JJ shouted, diving over Camille instinctively, shielding her with his body.

John B slammed the throttle forward. “HOLD ON!”

The boat rocketed through the marsh water, bouncing off the chop. Everyone dropped flat to the floor, hands gripping what they could.

Bullets zipped past like hornets, shattering the side mirror and splintering the edge of the rail.

“What the hell—who even are these guys?!” Kiara yelled, eyes wide.

JJ turned his head, shouting over the engine and gunfire. “I don't wanna know”

“Gimme the gun!” Camille barked, trying to sit up.

JJ hesitated for half a second, then reached under the seat and handed it to her.

Camille’s hands were still wet and shaking, but she flicked off the safety, pushed up, aimed over the edge—

BANG.

The first shot rang wide, but the second?

CRACK— right through the windshield of the other boat.

The treasure hunters flinched, ducking, and their boat veered slightly off-course.

“YES!” Pope whooped.

“Slow down, assholes!” Camille hissed through gritted teeth, taking another shot that hit the railing near their console.

The enemy boat swerved again—this time slower, falling behind.

“They’re backing off!” Kiara yelled, peeking up from the deck.

John B didn’t ease up. He kept the boat flying forward, weaving through the mangroves.

JJ pulled Camille back down to the deck, one hand cradling the back of her head, the other on her waist. “Jesus Christ, Cami— are you okay?”

She panted, wide-eyed, heart racing, the gun still hot in her hand. “I’m good. I’m okay. Just—holy shit.”

JJ stared at her for a second, in total awe, then leaned in and pressed his forehead against hers. “You can’t just do shit like that. You’re gonna kill me.”

She cracked a breathless grin. “You’re the one who gave me the gun.”

Pope peeked up again, watching the disappearing threat in the distance. “We need to get off the water. Now.”

Camille dropped the gun into her lap, adrenaline still ripping through her. “Let’s go. Before they remember how to aim.”

John B nodded, eyes fixed ahead. “Hold on. Almost there.”

They sped deeper into the marshes, wind tearing through their hair, laughter and panic tangled in the air like smoke.

°‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡

"cami, baby, what if we took a lil break?" muttered jj with a soft tone.

Camille had gone mad. at least that was what the pogues thought when she started checking every little detail. after scaping the treasure hunters they had gone to her house to find out what that duffel-bag contained— what almost killed them. 'a fucking compass? seriusly? we almost fucking died— my girlfriend almost drowned for a fucking compass?' had said the blue eyed boy, disappointed and a bit angry. 'dude, this was my dad's'. had replied johnb.

but that still didnt explain what the fuck was the 'find dave harper- he has the key' note all about.

and it was driving her insane.

"no! I— it doesn't make fucking sense! my dad— dead, alive, missing— whatever form or wherever he is has something to do with this fucking shit, okay? I'm not letting that go! there has to be something!" she closed the fridge door with more force than needed, making one of the pictures fall from the fridge. "I'm not fucking crazy!" just as she croached down to grab the picture, she found herself with a black marker writting— her dad's writting. 'OLIVER'.

just as she turned the picture she saw it— it was her as a kid, hugging her dad.

"what the fuck...?" she muttered.

leaving the soda she had just taken off the fridge on the counter, she started pulling all the pictures off the fridge, magnets clinging against the floor. "Cam what are you—" asked pope, quickly being cut by the blonde.

"shhh" she responded, turning all the pictures back.

the pogues started to approach camille as she started laying them all on the counter. they all could see what they all had in common : the name oliver was written in bald letters in the back of all of them.

OLIVER OLIVER OLIVER OLIVER OLIVER

"isn't that your teddy's name? the giraffe? the one that's fucked up?" murmured jj.

Camille’s eyes snapped up at JJ’s words.

Her heart stalled.

“…Yes,” she whispered, the realization slamming into her like a wave. “Yes!”

She didn’t even explain—just bolted down the hall, her socks slipping slightly on the wood floor. The Pogues exchanged confused looks and scrambled after her.

She threw her bedroom door open and dove straight for the top shelf of her closet, where a battered, lanky plush giraffe sat slumped between old hoodies and shoeboxes.

“Cami—what are you doing?” Kiara asked, breathless from the chase.

Camille pulled the giraffe down, holding it with both hands. Its fabric was sun-bleached, fraying at the seams. The tag still had her five-year-old scribble in fading marker: Oliver.

Without hesitation, she ran her fingers along the seams of its neck, pressing at the worn stitches.

Her breath caught. There—under its belly—one line of stitching was not factory-done. It was uneven. Rushed. Hidden.

She grabbed a pair of scissors from her desk drawer and gently sliced it open.

Everyone stood frozen.

Inside, tucked deep in the plush stuffing, was something wrapped in old, waxy paper.

Camille’s hands trembled as she pulled it free, unwrapping it slowly.

beneath the last layer of paper—folded, faded, and crinkled—was something else.

A note.

Camille unfolded it carefully, smoothing it with shaking fingers. Her eyes scanned the words, written in her father’s unmistakable, slanted handwriting.

In the hands of the sun, there lays a secret under the blue scarf.

“…What the hell does that mean?” Kiara asked, leaning over her shoulder.

“‘Hands of the sun’… wait—wait. That’s Les Palmes du Soleil,” said John B, snapping his fingers. “That’s this house. That’s the name of this house—your house.”

Pope’s eyes widened. “So there’s something hidden here.”

JJ ran a hand through his hair. “Okay… so where’s the blue scarf? What is that, some clue code for what?”

“Maybe it’s literal,” Camille muttered. “We look for something blue. Something scarf-like.”

They scattered, eyes scanning every shelf, throw pillow, photo frame, curtain rod.

JJ called out, “Yo, guys—Cam’s aesthetic is literally ‘beach chic, cottage-core mystery.’ Everything’s blue.”

“The rug!” Kiara’s voice rang out. “The fucking rug!”

They all rushed into the smaller living room—Camille’s dad’s old space, mostly untouched since his death.

Camille’s eyes dropped to the large woven rug under the coffee table—soft blue and beige, always a staple piece no one ever questioned.

The Pogues launched into action—grabbing corners of the table, pushing it off with a loud scrape of wood against wood. Camille and JJ yanked the rug up and over.

Beneath it?

Wooden floorboards. But one—dead center—had a carved outline.

A square.

John B crouched immediately. “This is it. This is so it.”

Pope grabbed a nearby fire poker, prying at the edge. After a few heartbeats and one well-placed crack, the board lifted free.

A dark, narrow stairwell opened beneath them—leading down.

A secret. A basement. Hidden right under Camille’s feet all along.

JJ stared down into the darkness, then back at Camille. “Well, babe. Hope your dad left snacks.”

The wooden stairs creaked under their weight as the Pogues filed down into the hidden basement. A thick, musty air hit them instantly—cool and untouched for who knows how long.

JJ clicked his flashlight on. “Well… this is terrifying.”

It was cluttered. Piles of dusty boxes, old crates, scattered furniture covered in yellowed sheets. A broken fan. Fishing rods. Worn boots. But Camille’s eyes didn’t stop moving—searching, scanning.

“Guys,” she whispered, stepping toward a shelf along the far wall.

Dozens of old photo albums were stacked crookedly, half-falling over. There were framed pictures covered in grime, tangled strings of lights, a rusted compass, and—

A leather notebook.

Her breath caught.

She reached for it without thinking, hands brushing away dust. The leather was scuffed, dark brown with faint cracks. She knew it immediately. “This was my dad’s. He always had it with him. Like… every day.”

Camille opened it slowly.

Pages and pages of tightly packed writing filled the worn journal—maps, coordinates, drawn symbols, notes scribbled in ink and pencil. It was chaotic, and completely focused on one thing.

The Royal Merchant.

John B hovered behind her, scanning the pages with wide eyes. “This is… all Royal Merchant research. That’s the wreck my dad was obsessed with.”

“Same,” Camille muttered. “He told me it was just stories. He lied.”

Tucked between the pages was a photograph—a portrait. A younger Camille, maybe thirteen. Hair longer, cheeks still soft with childhood, smiling like she hadn’t learned to hold back yet.

On the back, in unfamiliar handwriting, were the words:

Do it for her.

She stared at it for a long second, heart dropping into her stomach.

“Cam…” JJ said softly, eyes flicking between her and the photo.

But she didn’t respond. She kept flipping through the last pages.

That’s when she found it.

A crumpled, dirty note, edges stiff and curled. It was smudged, stained—with blood.

Camille unfolded it carefully, staring at the messy, crooked handwriting:

Big Bird, you won’t believe what I found out about. We are gonna be rich, fat ass!!!! See you soon, fucker —Dave

“Big Bird…?” JJ said, squinting. “That’s what your dad used to call you, right? Bird?” he muttered, baby blue eyes locked on his friend.

Camille looked up at him. “What?”

“yes. that was his nickname for me. Bird. how...?”

"so, if johnb is bird, then big bird..." pope's eyes lingered the small space, coming across camille's dristraught's expression.

JJ stepped back, voice low. “Dude. Are you saying… Camille’s dad wrote that note to johnb's dad?”

John B nodded, stunned. “Yeah. And it means… they were in this together.”

Camille looked down at the note again, her stomach dropping as the words twisted into something darker. The blood. The excitement. The danger.

˖°𓇼𓂃 𓈒𓏸

a couple of days had gone by and Camille was even more confused than she was before— all they knew was that big john and her dad were reserching together on the royal merchant. Someone was after her dad (or his corpse— if there was even one) and the compass johnb had found had REDFIELD engraved on it. that's it. that was all they had.

“…and we were all over like this and then we hear—BAM BAM BOOM! and then—Cami, are you even listening to me?”

JJ’s voice cut through the fog in her head, sharp but not unkind. Those ice blue eyes were locked on hers, narrowed with something between confusion and concern.

Camille blinked rapidly, her gaze focusing again as she sat hunched on the couch, hands loosely clasped between her knees. Around her, the Pogues all exchanged quiet glances. She hadn’t been the same since they found the note—the bloodstained one from her dad to John B’s.

“Sorry, Jay…” she muttered, rubbing her temples. “I spaced out. What were you saying?”

JJ’s brows drew together. “The guys. The ones that shot at us? They were at Lana’s.”

That yanked her straight into reality.

John B stepped forward, still holding the weathered notebook they’d unearthed from her basement. “We went to talk to Lana—see if she knew anything about the compass..”

“She freaked out,” JJ said. “Told John B he needed to get rid of it.”

Kiara’s arms were crossed, tension crawling over her shoulders. “You think they’re hunting for the compass now? ”

“They have to be,” said Pope.

Camille swallowed hard, eyes flicking to the compass on the table—still innocuous-looking, still so full of mystery.

She glanced at John B. “Why would Lana want you to get rid of it?”

John B’s jaw tensed. “I think she’s scared. I think she knows whoever’s after it isn’t gonna stop.”

Pope tapped the compass. “It’s tied to all of this. Royal Merchant. Your dad. and yours. both of them ,” he said, looking between Camille and John B.

And then a new sound hit the quiet room—wheels on gravel.

A car. Outside.

JJ was up in a heartbeat, crossing to the window. “Shit.”

“What?” Kiara asked, rising.

He turned to them, jaw set. “Black truck. They found us.”

Everyone scrambled—Camille grabbing the notebook and compass, John B locking the door, Kiara and Pope trying to find the exit.

"JJ" Camille's eyes locked with her boyfriend's. "The gun."

jj's eyes flickered. "uhhhhh..."

“Where’s the fucking gun, JJ?”

His lips parted like he was going to answer—but then his whole expression twisted in guilt.

“...in the backpack. i left it on the porch.”

Camille's breath caught. “You what?!”

"Are you serius?? only fucking time we need the gun and we don't have it??" whispered kiara anxiously.

Before he could answer, they all froze at the sound of boots hitting the porch—two sets. Heavy, fast, and not bothering to be quiet.

Pope hissed, “Window, now.”

The window wouldn’t budge at first—stuck with years of paint and rusted shut from the salt air. Pope yanked it hard, panic rising as boots thudded closer on the porch, until finally, with a screech, it gave way. One by one they slipped through just in time, tumbling into the overgrown grass and crawling toward the only place they could hide: the coop.

Cramped in the musty wooden shed, chickens rustled around them, the air thick with feathers and fear. Through the slats, they watched the men tear through the house, grabbing papers, pulling maps off walls—everything Big John had worked on, vanishing into greedy hands. Then a chicken let out a loud, shrill squawk, again and again, drawing one of the treasure hunters toward the coop. Without thinking, JJ grabbed it, silenced it with trembling hands, his jaw clenched. Kiara turned away, biting her fist, tears spilling down her cheeks. Camille wrapped her arms around her, pulling her in tight. “Shh, it’s okay,” she whispered, brushing curls from her face. “Don’t look.” Kiara buried her face in Camille’s neck as the footsteps faded and the truck finally pulled away. For a moment, no one moved. Then John B sat back, wide-eyed. “The diary—my dad’s compass—”

Camille stopped him, voice steady. “Don’t worry. I got it.” She lifted the leather-bound journal and the compass from beneath her shirt, her arms still wrapped protectively around Kiara.

.ೃ࿔*:･𓆉︎

The sun was low on the horizon, painting the marsh in golds and oranges. Crickets had started to chirp, and the occasional call of a heron echoed in the still air. JJ sat with his legs stretched out, a stick in his hand, absently drawing in the dirt while Camille leaned back beside him on the old boat trailer, eyes scanning the path Kiara and John B had taken toward the lighthouse. Pope had went home after a his dad called asking for backup on their business 'this is crowded as hell! come help your old man! im boutta get a panick attack or somethin'!'

"They better not take forever," JJ muttered.

Camille smiled faintly. “Told you you’re not going up there alone with John B.”

“Still not fair,” he grumbled.

“That’s what you get for punching Topper and pulling a gun in one night,” she teased.

He didn’t respond right away—just fidgeted in his pocket until he pulled something out and held it toward her, awkwardly. “Here.”

Camille blinked. “What’s this?”

JJ cleared his throat. “It’s stupid. Just—here.” In his hand was a small necklace, strung with uneven little shells, a few tiny beads mixed in, all held together by sun-bleached twine. Homemade. Imperfect. Somehow perfect.

“You… did this?” she asked softly, taking it gently from his fingers.

He shrugged, not meeting her eyes. “I saw you were a bit, um… off. Or sad. I dunno. Just… figured I’d try to cheer you up or somethin’. You don’t have to wear it or anything.”

Camille didn’t speak. Just stared at the little necklace, then at him.

JJ scratched the back of his neck. “It’s stupid, I—”

“Jayjay…”

He looked up.

“It’s beautiful,” she said, voice cracking. “I love it. I love you. Thank you.”

JJ froze.

Camille’s eyes brimmed with tears, her thumb brushing over the shells.

“You what?”

She laughed through the tears. “I love you. You heard me.”

JJ looked like someone had just punched the air out of his lungs. His mouth opened and closed, heart racing faster than it had during any gunfight. Then slowly, almost shyly, a smile curved on his lips. “I—fuck. I love you too.”

Camille reached over, pulling him into a soft kiss as the marsh quieted around them, and the light began to fade.

jj pulled back slightly, blinking at her teary face with a crooked smile. “You cryin’?” he asked, voice low, teasing—but gentle. he hadn't noticed at first as he kept his eyes on the ground, avoiding eye contact, afraid of her posible reaction.

Camille let out a small laugh, wiping at her cheeks with the back of her hand. “Shut up.”

“No, no, you are,” he grinned, nudging her knee with his. “I made you cry. That’s gotta mean it’s a good necklace.”

She sniffled, holding up the shells again for a second before slipping it around her neck and tying it behind with steady fingers. Once it was on, she looked up at him, chin lifted, proud and sure.

“There,” she said, brushing her curls over her shoulder. “Looks good on me, huh?”

JJ stared for a second, something warm and amazed behind those storm-blue eyes. “Yeah,” he breathed. “Looks perfect.”

She leaned into his side, and he instinctively threw an arm around her shoulders. both quiet, they enjoyed the view of the glazing sun descend into the horizon.

A buzz on her back pocket took her out of her peace.

Camille blinked, then checked it. Comment. Bold, flirty. Right there under the pic of her in the bikini.

JJ leaned over her shoulder. Read it. Stared.

“Oh hell no—” he muttered.

“Jay…” she said carefully, but he was already grabbing his phone. "I'm sorry I—"

“Sorry for what, Cami?” he shot back, eyes still locked on his screen, voice low and tight. “You're out here being all sweet and tryna be friends with that asshole, and posting me, trying to be respectful with our relationship—and this fucking idiot is commenting crap—just gimme a second, mamas.”

His thumb was flying across the screen, muscles twitching like he was holding himself back from throwing something. Camille placed her hand on his chest gently, grounding him.

“JJ,” she said softly. “You’re the only one I want. He doesn’t matter.”

JJ glanced up at her, his breathing heavy, tension still radiating off of him—but her voice, her eyes, they calmed him just enough. His shoulders dropped a little.

“I know,” he said quietly. “I just—you're my girl. he doesn't get to say that to my girl.”

Camille's cheeks flushed.

you're my girl.

my girl.

my girl.

A minute later, Camille’s phone pinged again.

jjmakesbankk just posted.

Four photos.

Caption: my girl ♥️.

Camille’s jaw dropped. “jj—”

He shrugged. “He wants to play? Let him see who you’re coming home to.”

And yeah, maybe her heart melted a little more.

a/n : rafe be like NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT? NEVER GIVE UP!

im having too much fun doin all this screenshots and ig posts BAHAHA.

btw my first SMAU is out!! read it here : playin’ the players + I’ve written some nerd rafe blurbs if you wanna go check that out too :))

taglist : @moonywhisp3rs

[princessbrunette]

dilf!johnb — the moodboard ♡

[4vanaa]

—03 MEET THE ROUTLEDGES.

MASTERLIST

Parenting Style:

Sarah:

⌗ sarah is a warm, nurturing, and protective mother, who tries to balance being fun and carefree while ensuring her kids grow up to be kind, grounded individuals. having grown up with a privileged background, she wants her children to have an appreciation for the simpler things in life and to never forget their roots. she’s the more emotionally available parent, always ensuring her kids know they’re loved unconditionally.

⌗ sarah’s biggest strength is her ability to empathize and make her kids feel heard and understood, no matter what. she’s not afraid to give tough love, but it’s always done with a soft, caring touch.

⌗ she encourages creativity and independence, allowing her kids to make their own choices, but she also subtly guides them toward the right ones with gentle nudges.

John B:

⌗ john b is the fun dad, the one who often comes up with wild ideas and unexpected adventures, but he’s also deeply protective of his family. he’s been through a lot in his life, and his priorities have always centered around keeping the ones he loves safe, though sometimes in unconventional ways. while he’s not the strictest parent, he’s fiercely loyal and would go to the ends of the earth for his family.

⌗ john b’s biggest flaw is his tendency to act impulsively, often throwing caution to the wind in the name of fun or adventure. he tries to teach his kids to embrace life’s unpredictability, but sometimes that backfires when his ideas are a little too reckless.

⌗ he may not always know what the "right thing" is when it comes to discipline, but his heart is in the right place. he’s the parent who will show up with a spontaneous road trip or unannounced beach day, turning ordinary moments into exciting family memories.

The Kids:

CARTER ROUTLEDGE (14)

PERSONALITY carter is a very smart, self-aware, and slightly sarcastic teenager. he’s inherited sarah’s emotional intelligence and john b’s adventurous spirit, which makes for an interesting mix of traits. carter can be quiet and reserved at times, reflecting his intelligence, but he is also very passionate about things that matter to him. carter might not always wear his heart on his sleeve, but he’s incredibly observant and know when something’s off with his family.

RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS DAD carter shares a unique relationship with john b. while he loves his dad’s free spirit, he’s often the voice of reason when his ideas get a little out of hand. still, he can’t help but admire his ability to find joy in life’s unpredictability.

RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS MOM carter and sarah have a very close bond. carter looks to sarah for emotional support, and sarah always knows how to make carter feel safe and loved. she’s the one who understands his moods and is able to calm him down when he feels overwhelmed.

FUN FACT carter has a habit of secretly reading sarah’s journals from when sarah was a teenager. he’s fascinated by the way sarah navigated her own rebellion and family dynamics, which inspires carter to handle his own struggles similarly.

LILY ROUTLEDGE (9)

PERSONALITY lily is the sweet and sensitive child who loves to be involved in everything happening around her. while she’s still young, she’s very aware of the emotional dynamics in the family and has a strong desire to make sure everyone is okay. she is very caring and always looking out for her younger brother, bennett, making sure he’s not getting into trouble. lily is also very curious and loves to explore new things, just like john b.

RELATIONSHIP WITH HER DAD lily is a daddy’s girl. she adores her dad and is the first one to jump into whatever wild adventure john b suggests. she might not always fully understand the consequences of his actions, but she’s eager to be his sidekick and joins him on all of his impromptu ideas. she’s often the one pulling him away from risky situations by pointing out the safety hazards in the way only a nine-year-old can.

RELATIONSHIP WITH HER MOM lily and sarah are incredibly close. lily looks up to sarah as the emotional center of the family, and sarah is always there to listen to her. lily loves to help sarah around the house, and they have many quiet moments where they just hang out and talk about their day. sarah also gently guides lily when it comes to making responsible decisions.

FUN FACT lily loves to put on little performances for the family, singing and dancing around the house. john b will always be the first one to cheer her on, even though she’s a bit off-key and her choreography is questionable.

BENNETT ROUTLEDGE (4)

PERSONALITY bennett is the wild card of the family, always bouncing off the walls with endless energy and curiosity. he’s constantly getting into mischief and has a contagious laugh that brightens up every room. he’s incredibly smart for his age, but his curiosity often gets him into trouble. he’s known for asking endless questions and refusing to take "no" for an answer.

RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS DAD bennett and john b share a special bond—they are two peas in a pod. john b loves his son’s curiosity and energy and indulges him in almost everything. bennett is often the one to drag john b into impromptu adventures, demanding that they go “exploring” or “treasure hunting.” john b often spoils bennett and gets caught up in the fun of being a kid again.

RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS MOM bennett’s relationship with sarah is one of absolute adoration. he’s a mama’s boy in every sense of the word. sarah always makes sure to sit down with bennett at night to read him stories, and he can’t get enough of her attention. while he may be mischievous, he knows sarah is his safe space when things go wrong.

FUN FACT bennett has an obsession with building forts and hiding inside them. his dad is always caught inside the forts with him, reading books or playing make-believe, even if it’s not the most “parent-like” thing to do. bennett also has a favorite toy (a stuffed giraffe) that he insists on bringing everywhere, even on family trips.

FAMILY DYNAMICS:

DINNER TIME AT THE routledge household is a mix of fun and chaos. john b will often suggest going out for pizza at the last minute, while sarah tries to keep things together with a home-cooked meal. carter usually ends up zoning out, deep in thought, but will pitch in to help with the meal. lily will be talking a mile a minute, telling everyone about her latest school projects, and bennett will likely be making a mess, throwing food around, or trying to sneak extra servings.

JOHN B’S ADVICE TENDS TO come in the form of wild metaphors or spur-of-the-moment life lessons. if carter gets into a fight at school, john b might give them a long-winded lecture about always being true to themselves, complete with dramatic gestures and a smile. bennett, on the other hand, gets random lessons like, “always believe in your gut, buddy,” or “you can’t catch a fish if you don’t cast your line.”

SARAH IS THE ONE WHO OFFERS the more practical advice, gently guiding her kids toward making better decisions, especially when they feel confused or upset. if lily has a school problem, sarah will sit down with her and have a heart-to-heart conversation. she’s always making sure her kids feel heard and understood, even when they don’t know how to express themselves.

FAMILY GAME NIGHT TURNS INTO an absolute disaster with bennett hiding under the table and tossing cards everywhere, lily loudly declaring her plans to win, carter pretending to care but secretly reading a book, and john b trying to come up with new rules to make the game more fun.

SPONTANEOUS BOAT TRIP WHERE john b convinces the family to take the boat out, only for them to end up stranded on a remote island with no cell service. the family has to work together to find their way back, and by the end of it, they’re all laughing about how ridiculous the whole situation turned out.

[LO: ROUTLEDGE HOUSEHOLD]

The camera is fixed on John B lounging on the couch, legs thrown over the back, looking completely carefree as usual.

CONFESSIONAL John B

JOHN B: grinning "Okay, so I had this amazing idea for a family boat trip today. You know, something spontaneous and fun. So, of course, Sarah said no at first, because... she's the responsible one. But you know me—I always have a backup plan."

—Cut to John B attempting to pull off a dramatic wave on the boat, one that results in everyone getting drenched in the process.

JOHN B: Yeah, we ended up stuck on an island with no service, but hey—new adventure, right? And the kids—Carter was all 'Dad, this was a terrible idea.' Like, who needs a working cell phone anyway? We're just bonding, you know? winks at camera.

[Sarah is sitting on a chair with a cup of tea, trying to keep her composure, while her kids are running around in the background.]

CONFESSIONAL Sarah

SARAH: sighs, trying to sound composed "I love John B. I really do. But his version of finger quotes, spontaneous family fun, is basically me signing up for a rescue mission every time. I can't even tell you how many times he's gotten us lost in the last few months alone."

—Cut to John B using a map upside down while trying to "navigate" the family through the woods on their boat trip.

SARAH: See, this is why I handle the family plans. He’s great for... you know, fun stuff and impulsive moments, but for anything else, I’m the one who makes sure we’re not stuck on an island or accidentally swimming with sharks.

—She laughs and takes a sip of her tea, looking over her shoulder as John B dramatically tries to “rescue” Bennett from an imaginary shark attack.

[Carter is sitting at a desk, doing homework but looking exhausted, clearly over it all.]

CONFESSIONAL Carter

CARTER: I mean... the boat trip was a disaster. I was the one who ended up being the voice of reason. Again.

—Cut to Carter arguing with John B on the boat, trying to point out that the island they landed on looks suspiciously deserted.

CARTER: Mom is the only one who gets it. But Dad’s idea of family fun is basically let’s get stranded and see what happens.

Carter puts his face in his hands, shaking his head at the camera, as the sound of John B and Bennett yelling in the background echoes

[Camera pans to Bennett sitting on the floor playing with his stuffed animal, looking up at the camera with wide, innocent eyes.]

CONFESSIONAL Bennett

BENNETT: holding up his toy "This is Mr. Fuzz. He's my best friend. He keeps me safe when I do exploring."

—Cut to Bennett pulling John B into a "fort" built from couch cushions.

BENNETT: "Me and Daddy made a super secret fort! We’re gonna find treasure, right, Daddy?"

—Cut to John B pretending to look for treasure under the couch cushions, while Bennett gleefully hands him random objects like socks and spoons.

BENNETT: “Mommy says I need to clean up, but she doesn't know that this is very important treasure hunting business.”

[Camera fixes on Bennett patting his stuffed animal’s head seriously as if it’s the most important thing in the world.]

CONFESSIONAL John B (Again)

[John B is in the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee, looking pleased with himself.]

JOHN B: "Okay, so—maybe it wasn’t the best idea to get stuck on that island, but you know what? We survived and made some memories. And that’s what counts, right?"

—Cut to Sarah rolling her eyes in the background as John B looks at the camera with a proud smile.

JOHN B: "Plus, Lily got to see a crab up close, Carter learned that Dad’s a genius with a compass, and Bennett thought we were on a secret mission. How could that not be a success?"shrugs as if he’s a hero in a family movie

JOHN B: "And as for Sarah... well, she’s the voice of reason, and someone has to be, right?" winks at the camera

—Cut to Sarah walking by and giving John B a playful, disapproving look.

a/n: meet the heywards + meet the thorntons out now!!

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[chimindity]

-> Brother!johnb part2

✯ = NSFW ; ๑ = "reader is a toddler" ; ♡ = drabble

° first time getting your period

° I didn't raise a thief

° panick attack

° shopping

° social anxiety

° where's dad /๑

° drawing /๑

° bad dream /๑

° misbehaving /๑

° sick

° no bad words /๑

° no lying /๑

° history homework

° party girl ; part2

° sprained ankle

° smoking

° being bullied

° naughty chair /๑♡

° tough day

° out of jail

° time out /๑

° you're not even a doctor

° claw machine /๑

° roof

° Antidepressants

° my sister has a boyfriend

° you will always be my baby

° monster in the closet /๑

° I'm not pregnant

° not enough clothes

° tactic

° heat

° dress coded

° vodka redbull

° swimming school

° spoiled sister

° taken care of

° getting a piercing

° school report

° the mermaid ; part2

° taking care of him /๑♡

° suspended

° dyslexia

° cheating on a test

° no swimming /๑

[rafesangelita]

i feel like this is what john b sees when he looks at reader >.<

bye this is the cutest thing ever. hmmm with dad!johnb specifically, i could see him always looking after reader.. like she never fails to get into something she’s not supposed to lol

[wrtzia]

☇ John B Routledge masterlist

𓆸 fluff ♧angst

↬ Headcanon - Dad!John B x Mom!Reader ; 𓆸 my headcanons of how I think dad!John B acts with mom!reader.

↬ Make a choice - Pogue!JohnB x Kook!Reader ; where Pogue!JohnB has to make a choice between Kokk!Reader and Kiara - Coming soon.

More to come...

Series ;

↬ Your murder ; When the police stop all research into your disappearance, closing the case and telling the world that you are dead, the Pogues make it their mission to avenge you.

More to come...

Main masterlist

[tweetybaird]

Did i just read all of your writing? well yes!! Not sure what you’re comfortable w necessarily but i would LOVE some more sub!jj or dad!johnb or literally anything 😍😍😍😍😍😍

oh my gosh thank you!! i have been swamped lately with work and the semester being almost over for college but i have a few lil blurbs i’ve been working on in my notes! i had some more with sub!jj but i didn’t think anyone was really into the dad!johnb. i’m glad to know it’s appreciated and i will definitely be posting more soon 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[lipslover]

shit boy you killed a cop !? thats fine, wtv, idc, i own you now, but we cool.

your dad just beat me up !? but its okay bro, we’re good, dont worry bout it!

you just broke into my house, then went snooping in my room !? its okay bro, you good though ? like r u for real good ?

johnbs back and you gotta kill him !? okay, yeah bro, ill help, we can take my car too, dont worry.

i turned you into the cops, now you want my help !? i mean okay, wtv, ill help.

shi youre melting down the cross !? ill be there baby, dont worry.

you wanna kill your dad !? oh, alright, thats cool, ill help you bae, dw.

barrys like a lost puppy, will do anything his owner says.. i say endgame in season four but “nooooooooooooooooooo” ????