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THIRD PLACE PRIZE @thotful-writing: the seeds at career day at their kid’s school (NON-CULT AU)

it’s been a while but i’m back! requests will be slow as i have a two commissions to work on and i am participating in the far cry holiday exchange as well! i still have a hurk x male!deputy in the works and a female!deputy x jess black request prize as well! my asks are still always open though! hope everyone is doing well and life is being somewhat kind to you! ♡

JOHN SEED

john has been one of atlanta’s most popular lawyers for quite some time. he is known not just for his skill in the courtroom, but also for being a family man.

he spends his free time with you and the two children you share together, and also funding city revival projects alongside his brother joseph.

it’s time for career day at your youngest’s middle school and when they ask john to come in, he’s more than delighted.

in fact you think he looks like he might cry. he says it was dust.

when the time comes, john dresses up in his nicest court outfit, asks you to help him find his fanciest cuff links, and makes sure his beard is clean and trimmed.

john’s charisma kicks in when he’s at the front of the class and your child sits in their desk staring up at john in awe and pride.

he tells stories about the different, more low-key cases that he has won and lost, and even talks about the importance of feeling safe in your own family.

when both your husband and your child come home (john pulled him out of school early and took him to lunch in cool dad fashion), you wish you’d been there to see both of them as they both excitedly tell you how it went.

jacob left the army with honorable discharge and a purple heart for saving one of his fellow soldiers named miller.

when your child came bouncing through the front door saying career day was coming up and they wanted him to go, you were both skeptical at first.

you and jacob talked about it that night in bed: whether or not he should go and what he would talk about.

he was beyond anxious about it, and you could tell in the way he kept adjusting his collar, fixing his patches, and dusting off his camo cap.

you gave him a kiss on the cheek before he hauled your kid over his shoulder with a laugh, the two of them heading out of the door together.

jacob takes off his military jacket during his presentation and lets the kids pass it around with his cap as well.

he strays away from the darker things and instead talks about how he’s gotten to travel and meet new friends through his service in the military.

when jacob walks through the front door, you can see the difference in his stance compared to this morning. his shoulders are high and he’s giving your child a piggyback ride.

“i assume it went well?”

“daddy even took me to mcdonald’s afterwards! it was so fun! i got to put on his jacket again and show all the kids how big i’m going to be!” jacob set your child down on the ground and slouched an arm around your shoulders.

“it went better than expected.” jacob had a smile on his face and it was so contagious you couldn’t help but smile too.

joseph hears about career day and before you can even think of answering he volunteers.

you’re taken aback at first by how quickly he’d said agreed, but not surprised. joseph had and would do anything for his family, your little tyke included.

the next morning you woke up to the sound of joseph’s alarm going off a little earlier than normal. he was trimming his beard, already showered, and his hair tied up in a neat bun.

he was in a nice outfit, all dressed and ready to impress.

if anything, joseph was more excited to go than your kid was for their dad to show up at career day. 

you waved them off before they took off for school, both joseph and your child giddy with excitement.

when you got home, they were both sitting at the kitchen table, excitedly talking about what had happened that day while splitting a candy bar.

“a lot of kids asked a lot of questions.”

“oh? and what did your father tell them?”

“he talked about all the different jobs he did before becoming a preacher! from the peach orchard to other jobs he took int he city as he moved around.”

joseph nibbled on the candy next to your child with pink cheeks and a proud grin on his face.

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Sentence Starters

“I’ve never seen one of these completely to my taste so i decided to make my own!

ANGST

“I can’t do anything right.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“Why are you awake right now?”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“Wake up! Please wake up.”

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Is that blood?” “…..No?”

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”

“Do you even still love me?”

“Nobody’s seen you in days.”

“Why are you awake?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Can you shut up for once in your life?”

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

“Leave! Me! Alone!”

FLUFF

“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” 

“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

“Have you always been this beautiful?”

“OH you’re jealous!”

“Can we stay like this forever?”

“Please just kiss me already.”

“I think you might be my soulmate.”

“Sleep over? Please?”

“Are we on a date right now?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“I missed you so much.”

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

“I’m here for you.”

“I wish we could live together already.”

MISC

“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”

“I think I just ripped my pants.”

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”

“Can I pet your dog?” “Do I know you?”

“Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”

“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

“But I’ve never told you that before.” 

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

“So, uh, I locked the keys in the car.”

“Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no?

“Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be working?”

“Give me attention.”

“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

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Name: Jezebel "Belle" Seed.

Age: 34 (Younger than Joseph, older than John).

Gender: Female.

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Occupation: Herald. The Healer.

Game: Far Cry 5, Far Cry New Dawn.

Jezebel, also called Jez and Belle by her siblings, was adopted out to a rich, loving family after she and her brothers were separated. She has Joseph's kindness and a Wrath to rival John's. Her role in the Project is The Healer as she went to medical school before reuniting with her siblings. Jezebel would do anything for her siblings, except hand over Tessa Rook. Jezebel declares Tessa untouchable, and Father help those who disobey her orders.

Tag: #jezebel seed

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I posted this to my other blog @farcryfuckmeup so I figured I’d post it here as well!

If ya’ll are stuck on what to put for requests, here’s some ideas!

Here’s some things to put in a request for a match-up!

Your sexuality or preferences if you feel comfortable sharing! If not, I’ll consider both men and women for pairings. ❤

Hobbies, interesting facts about yourself, things you like/dislike, etc!

Characters you DON’T want to be matched up with!

Any other details about yourself such as age, height, and other things you’re comfortable sharing!

Anything else you feel is important for me to know such as triggers, etc!

Can be platonic, but unless stated I will assume it’s a relationship.

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Pairing! For example: Javier Escuella x Gender Neutral Reader, Arthur Morgan x High Society Lady, Karen Jones x Male Outlaw.

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by meganhamner99

requested by tumblr user @thirstyforjohnseed: I don’t know if this has been asked before. Probably 😅 but how about headcanons of the Seeds catching their s/o singing their baby to sleep? Just listened to Baby Mine by Alison Krauss and now I want some soft Seeds lol

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Words: 633, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Series: Part 6 of resistance bois ft. cultist bois

Fandoms: Far Cry 5, Far Cry: New Dawn

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Reader, Jacob Seed, Joseph Seed, John Seed

Relationships: Jacob Seed/Reader, Joseph Seed/Reader, John Seed/Reader

Additional Tags: Headcanon, Singing, seed babies, Babies, domestic!seed, domestic seeds

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Can i get uhhhhh male dep cheering up a depressed/sad hurk???

Don’t You Forget About Me

wc: 666

It wasn’t Rook’s fault, really. Hurk knew that too. He’d been around Hope County and knew what an absolute shit show it was, and he also knew that despite The Resistance’s help, Rook was running a one-man show.

He couldn’t help but feel alone and neglected somehow. Up until three weeks ago, Dep always managed to find a spare moment to spend with Hurk. Whether they were sitting in Sharky’s trailer smoking a joint and drinking beer, blowing shit up that belonged to the cult, or slipping away to have some intimacy, Rook always made time for Hurk.

But he hadn’t lately, so Hurk was standing outside of Sharky’s trailer with a beer balanced on his leg that was perched upon a tree stump, and shooting his empties with a slingshot the deputy had given to him.

Hurk picked up his beer and took a long drink, swallowed, then sighed. He re-set the bottle until he was sure it wouldn’t fall off his leg, then re-aimed his slingshot at the bottles lined up on a busted up fence.

“God damn it! I’ma shoot those Peggies all to hell.” Hurk shouted as he missed the first bottle, his sudden movement also causing the half-full beer on his leg to fall and spill in the dirt. He tossed his slingshot to the ground and kicked the now empty bottle at his feet.

Hurk felt his chest tighten and his eyes started to burn. He didn’t cry very often, it was something his dad had criticized him for since he was a kid. But Hurk had kept his sensitive personality throughout his life.

“Hurk?” He heard a familiar voice from behind him as a car door slammed shut, and Hurk tried to wipe the tears from his eyes without his visitor noticing.

“Oh, hehe, uh, heya Dep. What are you doing here?” He tried to keep his voice upbeat so Rook wouldn’t notice anything wrong with him. It was one thing to feel like Rook was too busy for him, but Hurk didn’t want to add any more stress to his plate by telling him.

“Looking for you. What are you doing out here? I’ve been looking everywhere for you, Hurk.” The deputy’s boots crunched on the dirt leading up to Sharky’s trailer. Hurk stood completely still, his head slightly hung, and his back to the deputy.

“I just needed some alone time, I guess.” Hurk shrugged and toed the dirt he’d been staring at for the last thirty seconds. He turned around when he felt a tap on his shoulder and found Rook holding out his slingshot and a newly opened bottle of beer.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around as much. We spent a lot of time together for a bit, and then…duty called. I don’t know if that’s what’s bothering you, but it’s been on my mind. I’ve missed you the whole time since I left.” Rook had a sad, lopsided smile on his face. Hurk always loved the deputy’s smiles, they were never the picture-perfect kind. Sometimes they looked a bit forced, he showed too many teeth, his lip would curl weird.

“It was. It was what was botherin’ me, yeah. I jus’ got so used to you bein’ around that, I don’t know, when you left it felt like I didn’t matter anymore.” Hurk took the slingshot and beer from Rook, the corner of his lips tilted into a ghost of a smile.

“You will always matter to me, Hurk. No matter what I’m doing or which part of the damned County I am in. You will always be in the back of my mind.” Rook slung an arm over Hurk’s shoulders and pulled him into a brief kiss, and Hurk felt the sadness lift off his chest. 

It would probably come around the next time Rook needed to go somewhere without Hurk, but that wasn’t something he wanted to worry about right now.

“I love you, Hurk.”

“I love you too, Rook.”

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Hi, can I request something for our boy John? Where he has a nightmare or something angsty and radios Rook who's like "hang on bby im on my way" and just sneaks into the ranch to comfort him? I don't know, I'm in a soft mood and wanna hug someone... also I love your blog, you're amazing and so is your writing just

Come to Me

wc: ~1,000

sorry these have all been shorter as of late! i’m currently on a five day migraine spree. i have a ko-fi and take commissions!

It wasn’t normal for Rook to sleep soundly through the night with all the explosions and gunfire that shook Hope County to its core. She needed to be able to defend herself at a moment’s notice in case any of the cult members stumble upon her resting spot.

That didn’t stop her from grumbling and slapping the ground around her for her radio as she heard it crackling in her sleep. The first time she heard her name echo against the empty confines of the cabin she had decided to spend the night in, she ignored it. Then she heard her name being called over and over and over.

Finally, her fingers wrapped around her radio and she dragged it to her face, but before she could press the button and start barking into the speaker, she heard the voice again.

“Rook, if you can hear this…I need you.” The deputy’s breath caught in her throat as she felt her heart squeeze. Normally at this time of night, there was a sultry, predatory note to John’s voice, but right now his voice was small and his words were slow.

She was wide awake and already struggling to shimmy out of her sleeping bag as fast as her tired body would move. John was prone to whining and crooning to get what he wanted from the deputy, but this sounded different. He sounded vulnerable.

“I’m here, I’m here. Are you okay? Where are you?” Rook spoke in a soft voice, trying to keep the pitch from spiking too much and alerting him to her worry. Since John and Rook had gotten closer the last few weeks he’d developed a system of how to gauge whether he should worry or not: if Rook was worried, it was going to be a shitstorm.

“I’m at the ranch, I couldn’t sleep. I-are you…are you in the valley? I wanted to give you your space so I didn’t keep too close of an eye on you today.” Rook could imagine John laying in bed with his radio next to his cheek and the blankets pulled up to his chin.

“I wondered why my radio was awfully silent today, but I had figured you were just busy with things,” Rook would pause between sentence fragments as she focused on packing her things up and talking to John at the same time. “I’ll be there soon, okay? Just hold on.”

Once Rook had her belongings stashed in the bed of a Peggie truck she’d found on the side of the road, she sped off towards the Seed Ranch. Considering the speed limit wasn’t being enforced by the local law enforcement (namely herself), it didn’t take her long to get to John.

She had to park her car down the street a ways so that she didn’t alert the cult to her presence. It wasn’t often that Rook could just waltz up to the ranch without being shot at, but those were usually days that she needed John’s comfort. Otherwise, he found it rather impressive that he couldn’t see her coming.

Rook crouched and walked through the tree line as quietly as she could, only having to render two cultists unconscious before reaching the back door of the ranch house.

The lights were off when she closed the back door behind her, but she figured if John wasn’t downstairs and waiting for her then he was still in his room.

She walked with heavy footsteps through the house so that she didn’t alarm John and send him into a frenzy of panic when he had already sounded so upset. Rook was about to knock on his bedroom door when it was flung open and she was pulled into a bone-crushing hug.

His arms were around her shoulders and his hands were in her hair and on the back of her neck. Rook was taken by surprise so she’d had to resist the urge to fight her way out of his grasp, but she focused on John’s heavy breathing and it was easy for her to calm down.

“You’re okay, John. You’re going to be alright.” Her arms came up around his waist as she rubbed circled against the small of his back. His grip was tight but not suffocatingly so. The way his fingertips grasped at the fabric of her shirt was desperate, and when she finally pulled away to look at the youngest Seed, her heart broke.

His eyes were shiny and red, the skin around them freckled with red spots. That familiar pain in his eyes was heavy as he searched Rook’s own gaze for any emotion. She touched his cheekbone with a sad smile, gently brushing away any remnants of his tears.

“C’mon, let’s get back into bed.” She nodded her head towards the sheets thrown haphazardly off the bed, and John nodded quietly. She took his hands in her own before turning and leading him back to bed. They crawled onto the mattress, the foam dipping slightly under their weight, and Rook pulled the sheets over the two of them.

John shifted around until Rook was comfortable in his arms, and while he played with her hair she ran her fingertips up and down his chest to try and soothe him.

“I…I felt so cold before, but now…you feel so warm.” It was the first thing John said since she’d arrived at his home, but it brought a smile to her face nonetheless. He turned on his side and buried his face into the crook of her neck with a deep inhale. She could feel a small smile forming on his face, and Rook felt her heart beat harder in her chest.

“Get some sleep, John. I’ll be here in the morning, I promise.” She whispered softly as she continued to run her fingers up and down his torso, and soon after her suggestion, small snores began to emanate from the person curled against her body. 

Rook couldn’t be any happier than she was now.

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In Memoriam PT VIII

FAR CRY WEEK DAY 4: SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT

Part I: Joseph Seed x Deputy

Part II: John Seed x Deputy

Part III: Jacob Seed x Deputy

Part IV: Faith Seed x Deputy

Part V: Sharky Boshaw x Deputy

Part VI: Nick Rye x Deputy

Part VII: Kim Rye x Deputy

Part VIII: Earl Whitehorse x Deputy

TW: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH

Sheriff Whitehorse returns to the department to gather Rook’s belongings and give notice to her family.

He stood outside the doors of the sheriff's office for a moment with his aviators perched on his nose and his sheriff's hat in hand. He held it against his chest as he tried to think back on how things had been just a few months ago. If he looked hard enough, Whitehorse could see Rook and Pratt dashing in through the front doors, elbowing and shouldering each other to try and get to their desks first. Hudson was either already there or right behind them, but out of his three deputies, Hudson was the early bird.

Finally, he took a deep breath and managed to muster up the courage to go inside. The Hope County Sheriff's Department was small to begin with, but a majority of the staple people that were close to Earl were either arrested, dead, or on paid leave until further notice. The people who had stayed behind at the office had mostly been transferred out temporarily. As a result, only a few people milled about once he got inside the doors, and they only offered him nods of condolences or a pat on the shoulder.

The halls felt empty as Whitehorse made his way back to the bullpen, but he froze in place when he reached Staci's desk. Joey and Staci's things were left untouched and would be until they came to collect them because out of the three of them Joey was the most likely to rejoin the force. The happenings of Hope County had only seemed to fuel her fire for protecting innocent people.

Whitehorse fondly rapped Staci's desk with his knuckles as he wondered when he would go and see his former deputy next. Since the first two weeks Staci was back from Hope County, he'd been admitted into a psychiatric hospital until the doctors could help him deal with the damage Jacob had done.

Pratt's desk was filled with old wrappers, receipts, and post-it notes with phone numbers or the occasional reminder. He even had a big rubber band ball next to a small cup that held his pencils and pens, but Whitehorse could've sworn that it had been on Rook's desk.

Across from Staci's desk was Joey's, and next to Staci's was Rook's desk which had an empty desk across from hers. Earl glanced at Joey's desk, which was the cleanest of the three, then walked around to Rook's desk. Underneath the desk was an empty file box for him to place her belongings into.

With a heavy sigh, he leaned down to pick up the box and rested it on her desk as he looked everything over. Rook didn't have much on her desk other than a few photographs, some post-its stuck to her computer monitor, and a couple of pens strewn about the tabletop.

Very carefully, Whitehorse started to pack up her things, making sure to put the hardier and flatter things on the bottom and the more delicate objects on the top. The last thing he could handle right now was breaking anything she owned as well.

Normally it would've taken Earl about ten minutes to pack and sort her things, but instead, he kept stopping to take a deep breath and regain his composure. He couldn't help it. Everywhere he went that Rook had been, he felt as though he could still feel her wandering around. Sometimes he even saw her, but he didn't dare tell anyone.

"You know Staci stole that off my desk about two weeks before we left for Hope County?" Earl swore under his breath at the sudden break in silence and looked up to see Rook sitting on her desk. Her legs swung back and forth idly and she had a smile on her face.

He looked down at the pen in his hand that was capped with a squishy dog with eyes that popped out when it was squeezed. Earl chuckled under his breath.

"It's quite a pen, Rook. Miracle you ever got it back." He set it in the box carefully, his arm brushing against hers as he dragged the box off of her desk. Whitehorse heard Rook's shoes hit the linoleum as she slid off her desk and started to follow him.

"How's he doing by the way? Staci? What about Joey?" Rook was shorter than Whitehorse so she had to walk faster to keep up with him as she talked. She followed him out of the sheriff's department and out to the parking lot, and Earl noticed her eyes wandering around with a bit of curiosity.

"Pratt's still in the hospital being monitored. Jacob did some major damage to him, but apparently he's making slow progress which is good. Joey's leave ends in a week or two and she'll be back here with me, I think. Who knows anymore?" Earl propped the box upon his knee as he opened the trunk of his car. Rook laughed and Whitehorse had to swallow the lump in his throat.

"Jacob did some major damage to a lot of people. Sometimes I wonder if I was one of the lucky ones...not having to deal with being conditioned for the rest of my life." The car groaned as she leaned against it, her arms folded across her chest as her gaze fell to the street. Before Earl could say anything in response, she was gone in that familiar green cloud of Bliss.

Whitehorse lingered for a moment before closing the trunk of his car and climbing inside. The engine grumbled to life before he kicked the car into reverse and pulled out of the parking lot.

He had never been to Rook's house before or met her family, but he'd seen pictures of them on her desk. The same pictures that sat in his trunk waiting to be returned home. The Rook's house was quaint and looked like every other house in the areas in and around Hope County.

After unloading her belongings from the trunk, Whitehorse stood on the sidewalk for a moment as his thoughts turned over in his head. He was snapped out of it when a gentle touch landed on his shoulder, and he looked over to see Rook standing next to him with a sad smile on her face.

"Come on, I haven't been home in a while." She ticked her head towards her family home and started to walk up the pathway, her fingers sliding against the fabric of Earl's shirt. He followed her without a second thought, just watching his former junior deputy revel in the fact that she was finally home.

Whitehorse set the box down on the porch and took off his hat to hold it in his hands. He cleared his throat and lifted his hand to knock on the door, his knuckles hitting the wood the same time that Rook's did.

It took a few moments, but when the door swung open he nearly stumbled backward. Standing in front of him was Rook, but if she were about five years younger than she had been.

"Can I help you?" The girl looked Earl up and down, eyed the box on the porch, then back up at Earl. Right next to her was Rook leaning against the doorframe with a smirk on her lips.

"My name is Sheriff-" The girl's expression contorted before she turned her head over her shoulder and hollered for her parents. "-Ma, Pa! It's about Rook!"

Whitehorse's eyes widened a bit as Rook disappeared in another cloud of Bliss and her parents rushing in took her place instead. In the doorway, the family was huddled together with tears already in their eyes. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what happened to your daughter when you don't hear from her for a few weeks and the first thing you hear of her is a Sheriff on your doorstep with a small box of belongings.

"You can do it." He could hear Rook's voice even though he couldn't see her, and Whitehorse took a shaky breath.

"Mr. and Mrs. Rook, if I may come in I'd like to talk to you about your daughter."

The man and woman nodded as Rook's mother began to quiver, silently making room for Earl to walk between them as he picked up Rook's box again. He carried it inside as though it was her broken body that he'd had to carry to the truck from Joseph's Compound.

The family of three was leading him through the house with distressed whispers, but he could hear footsteps behind him and felt a wave of calm wash over him.

Rook's family led him to a sitting room and gestured for him to sit in the sofa across from two loveseats. Rook's mother sat in one while her father stood behind his wife with his hands on her shoulders, and her sister sat in the chair next to Mrs. Rook. A cushion to the left of him sunk as Rook sat down, her belongings resting to his right.

Her hand was warm as it covered his own that was resting on his knee, and she gave it a reassuring squeeze with a nod towards her family.

"Mr. and Mrs. Rook, on the last assignment that your daughter had, things got out of control very fast. We were cut off from the outside world as The Project of Eden's Gate did their best to eliminate any and all police presence in the area in order to preserve their illegal activities. Your daughter died fighting the cult, and she died a hero. Without her none of my deputies or I would have made it out of Hope County, and she saved countless lives." Whitehorse glanced to his side and saw a dark stain blooming on the front of Rook's shirt, but she didn't seem as though she were in pain. Not like the way it actually happened.

Her mother immediately broke down into tears with her father, but through her own cries Rook's sister leaned over and held out her hand for Whitehorse. Her bottom lip shook and for a moment he imagined it stained red like Rook's.

"Thank you for letting us know. We had figured something terrible had happened but...well it's always better to know, isn't it?" The smile she had was full of sorrow, but it was a smile nonetheless.

"Thank you for bringing me home, Earl." Rook whispered ever so softly as she disappeared into another cloud of dust, and though he didn't know it at the time, it was the last time Earl would ever see Rook in the Bliss for as long as he lived.

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Heya, I was curious if you could do something with John seed x a reader with old self harm scars, maybe the reader feeling pretty unconfident about the scars that are all over them and wanting to just hide from everyone? I totally understand if you don't wanna write anything about this. But thank you if you do!

Old Scars

i hope this is what you were hoping for! sorry it took so long i scrapped what i had a few times but here it is!

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TW: HISTORY OF SELF-HARM, MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM, SELF-HARM SCARS

Your back slammed into the dirt and rock that had once been beneath your feet, and your face contorted in pain as some of the sharper rocks dug into your skin.

You groaned softly as you rolled over onto your stomach, but climbed to your feet nonetheless and headed to a bush for cover.

How you’d gotten stuck out in this shit storm was beyond you, but the Resistance members were shooting anything that even remotely looked like a Peggie until they found you.

Thankfully you hadn’t gotten far from the Seed Ranch when the Resistance ran you off the road, so with careful steps and keeping Jacob’s training in mind, you managed to slowly make your way back.

Trees and shrubs allowed for plenty of spots for you to hide and catch your breath before pushing on again.

Your feet had started to ache and your t-shirt was sticking to your back by the time you appeared at the tree line, and the nearest guard trained her gun on you before realizing who the intruder was.

“Brother John, she has returned! Let’s get you inside and cleaned up.” She hollered for the herald and grabbed your elbow gently after lowering her gun to usher you inside.

The back door to the ranch closed behind the two of you, but the noise was drowned out by the hurried footsteps echoing throughout the dining room. You limped over to the sofa with the woman’s help, for as your adrenaline rush began to fade, the amount of pain you felt increased.

“You’re back,” John exclaimed as he took long strides toward you while you let yourself drop onto the sofa with an exhausted sigh. “You said you were leaving and then there were reports of gunfire and an ambush.” 

Strands of his hair were beginning to fall over his eyebrows and there were light pink streaks on the skin of his neck. You only noticed these things after he sat down next to you so he could examine you.

“You were worried about me?” You let John’s fingers come up under your chin and move your head every which way so that he was assured you weren’t seriously injured. He paused with eyebrows as high as the Eiffel Tower and you could guess what he was going to say before he actually did.

“How hard did you hit your head, my dear?” He moved his hand up towards your eyes as he opened your eyelids a little wider, and you couldn’t help but chuckle and swat him away.

“Not hard at all. I fell on my back after-would you knock that off?” You grabbed his wrists as he tried to make you stand up so he could give you a once over. He was one of the few people you permitted to be affectionate with you, but even then sometimes he was a little suffocating.

John was an acquired taste when the two of you had started dating. You used to get uncomfortable with the amount of affection he showed you because you simply didn’t believe that you deserved it. After patience, space, and time, you’d come to accept that John was a light in your life. There were still some days where you felt like hiding under the covers and sleeping until the ache in your chest dissipated, and John understood that.

“Let me check your back, clean you up, and then I’ll be done,” John’s hands were resting on his hips, fingers poised to poke and prod some more. When you shot him a look of disbelief, he held his hands up in surrender. “I promise, darling. I promise.”

You winced as you scooted forward a few inches on the sofa and rotated your body so that John didn’t have to struggle to see your back. You could feel the fabric pull away from your flesh as you moved about.

“Each and every last one of those sinners will Atone, and I swear to you it will not be an easy one.” John’s voice had lost all playfulness when he saw the dark puddle soaked into the fabric of your shirt. Sure, the lacerations and punctures stung where the rocks had damaged your body, but either it was worse than you thought or John was being dramatic.

You trusted the latter.

“I’ll go get the antiseptic and bandages, and then I’ll come back to help you undress.” John’s eyebrows pushed and pulled apart as he worried his hands. Panic took off in your chest at the word ‘undress’, but before you could object John has vanished in search of first aid supplies.

Your skin began to burn in various places on your body as your mind raced. What would he think? Would he care? John himself had plenty of scars on his body…but would he not mind them if they were on you?

Instinctively you began scratching at your arms through your sleeve, then transitioned to your thighs, and spots that had the insatiable need to scratch. 

It was one of the reasons why you and John hadn’t been intimated with each other before. He’d have to see you naked with the clusters of thin white lines that striped your skin. Some were thicker than others and some were harder.

“Do you have bug bites or something? I think I have ointment or something for that if they’re itching.” John’s caring voice broke through the spiral your thoughts had sent you in, and you couldn’t help but stare at him dumbfoundedly for a moment.

“Huh?”

“Your arms, love. You’re itching them like your skin is on fire. Are they scraped up too?” He set the bandages and antiseptic down on the coffee table in front of you, his eyes trained on you so that you knew you had his full attention.

“No, I uh-I don’t need my back taken care of. They’re just scrapes I can shower it away.” You shook your head and put a hand to his cheek as he knelt down before you, but he balked at the notion of letting you fend for yourself.

“Nonsense! Let me help, please?” John pleaded with you, but furrowed his eyebrows as he noticed the sullen and panicked expression on your face. “Is something else the matter?”

You tried to recall if you’d ever told John about your past addiction, but being on the spot so suddenly fried your brain and you couldn’t remember if your life had depended on it.

John watched you squirm for a moment before his eyes widened ever so slightly, a small gasp escaping his lips.

“I love you for your scars and all, you shouldn’t feel insecure about them.”

“Uh, it’s…I don’t want you to change your opinion about me.” You mumbled softly and tried to look anywhere but the shiny-eyed man in front of you. John’s fingertips brushed against your bottom lip as he caressed your face in a gesture of comfort.

“I would never think any differently about you, sweetheart. Please…let me take care of you?” John asked softly one last time, but if you said no you knew he’d leave it alone and let you do your thing.

But you didn’t want to say no. You were tired of keeping him at arm’s length because you were uncomfortable with having your scars on display. John was nothing but caring and loving towards you, and you wanted to reciprocate.

“No, no. It’s…I think it’s time I showed you anyways.” You nodded firmly, both to confirm to yourself and John that this is what you wanted to do. 

The two of you shifted and moved carefully as he helped you peel the shirt off your back and over your head, both of you attempting to keep the number of blood smudges to a minimum.

You expected John to sit there and take in the scars that were visible, so you were slightly surprised when he continued on his business with unraveling the first aid kit.

“Turn a little bit so that your back is facing me, love.” He requested politely and you hesitantly turned on the couch so that you were facing the cushions and your back was to John.

You could feel the sting as he began to clean the scrapes and cuts, but it didn’t necessarily hurt. His touch was gentle and he didn’t apply any more pressure than was needed. It was a welcome feeling and made your chest warm.

You turned your head over your shoulder to look at him, and he snapped your bra strap playfully. You chuckled softly and turned back to look forward as a blush crept up on your cheeks.

He hadn’t mentioned your scars at all yet, and if he was looking at them he was certainly being inconspicuous about it. You felt relieved. You had figured John would’ve made a big deal about them, but instead, he was treating you as if they weren’t even there. It was a nice change of pace from the stares that motivated you to keep the scars covered in the first place.

While John cleaned your cuts the two of you sat in silence aside from the occasional hiss or yelp of pain from one of the deeper cuts, and by the time he was done the burning was beginning to subside.

You were turning to face John when you felt him press his lips to your cheek as he mumbled, “I love you so much.” 

Your cheeks heated up as you turned to face him, and he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You kissed him back gently in quiet thanks as his hands found yours, his thumbs rubbing against the raised scars that covered the skin on your wrists.

“I…I expected you to stare or something.” You blurted out and John smiled charmingly, causing butterflies to take off in your stomach.

“I have scars from cuts I inflicted on myself. Granted they served a different purpose than those you did, but they are still there nonetheless. We aren’t what we wear on our skin. Our scars remind us that we can change and be better people, and they remind us where we come from. You don’t need to be afraid of who you are, my dear.” John pressed a kiss to your forehead, then the tip of your nose before finding your lips again.

“You always did have a way with words, John Seed.” You giggled against his lips as his hands found your bare hips, his skin blazing against yours. Goosebumps formed on your skin when he pulled away after touching his forehead to yours, and you whined softly at the loss of his touch.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you into something comfortable before those cuts aren’t the only thing on your pretty skin.” John winked as he picked up your bloodied t-shirt and held an arm out so he could help you up the stairs.

“Why thank you, such a gentleman today.” You chuckled as his arm snaked around your waist once you were on your feet, the two of you flirtatiously bickering back and forth as you made your way to John’s bedroom.

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“Are we on a date right now?” with Sharky Boshaw? Doesnt matter if its male dep or not!

Party On, Amigo!

wc: ~917

TW: MENTION OF DRUGS, ALCOHOL

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Bullets whizzed past her head as he scrambled behind the cult truck, trying to find as much cover as he could. 

The heat from the flames was causing sweat to drip down Rook’s back and made his shirt stick to his skin. Everything was itchy and uncomfortable. What he would do for a glass of cold water right now was unspeakable. He’d probably give The Father an aneurysm.

This night had started out just fine. Rook and Sharky had decided to go driving around the Henbane River in search for any citizens that needed assistance. Sharky had brought a case of beer and Rook had brought a plastic bag labeled ‘Oregano’.

They had taken turns driving, though Rook refused to let Sharky drive as soon as he finished his first beer. Rook adored his best friend but everybody knew that Sharky was a terrible driver and that it was a miracle the man had ever acquired a license.

Then a few cultists on ATVs had started following their truck after they rescued a civilian that was being forced to haul the cross of Eden’s Gate across the road.

Now here they were, fighting off a small group of cultists as the flora on either side of the road caught fire.

Rook leaned out from behind the hood of the truck and fired his AKM a few times before shifting back into his original position as bullets ricocheted off the steel.

“Hey Dep?” Sharky’s voice caught his attention and Rook looked over at the man with an eyebrow raised. Sharky was crouched behind the bed of the truck with his shotgun pulled against his chest, but his head was turned toward the deputy.

“You alright, Boshaw?” Rook called back before leaning into the open and killing off a few more Peggies. He pressed his back against the cold metal of the car and focused on taking a few deep breaths to try and slow his heart rate.

“Are we on a date right now?” For a second Rook thought he had just fabricated what he’d heard, but he knew he hadn’t by the way Sharky watched him before darting out in front of the truck. A few gunshots were heard before a flurry of ARC rounds were fired. 

Rook looked down at the ground with his eyebrows scrunched together as he quietly repeated what Sharky had asked him, then he followed suit and took off in a run from behind the car. He slid behind the nearest compact car for cover once he’d located Sharky, who was safe and sound behind a new truck.

“What in the hell did you just say?” Rook’s words were interrupted by small bursts of laughter at the absurdity of it all. He’d known that Sharky was bisexual for a while, but Rook hadn’t imagined in a thousand years that Sharky would’ve let himself fall for law enforcement types such as Rook.

“I mean, I’m just askin’ cause, well y’know Dep, we been hangin’ out a while, I guess!” Sharky’s voice cracked as he raised his voice again, but before Rook could answer, Sharky disappeared to dispatch a few more Peggies with his shotgun. He could tell that he’d landed his shots as they started screaming in pain, presumably from being set on fire.

Rook and Sharky stayed put, their eyes locked on each other as they waited for the commotion to die out. Had something shifted in their relationship that poor Sharky had been trying to convey and Rook was too stupid to figure it out?

When all was quiet except for the crackling of the flames Sharky had sparked, the two of them came out from their respective hiding places, and carefully walked over to each other and met in the middle. 

The fire cast a soft glow on Sharky’s face, causing Rook’s heart to skip a beat.

“Do you want it to be a date?” Rook asked as he held his breath so that Sharky couldn’t hear him panting like a dog from all the commotion, not that Sharky would care.

Rook had thought of Sharky as a best friend for the longest time, but the day he found out he saw Sharky as more than that was terrifying for multiple reasons. 

Sharky had been knocked unconscious and Rook was worried that every little thing was wrong with him, but Rook had also been scared because he never thought that Sharky would like him back.

“Shit Rook, I don’t think I’d be askin’ otherwise. You know me, I don’t give a fuck, and if I don’t give a fuck-” “-You don’t even think about it, I know Boshaw,” Rook cut off the man in front of him with a soft laugh and a nod of his head. “Then I guess this is a date.”

“Is? You mean the date’s still on? Like you’re totally cool with this turning into a flambé cultist party?” Sharky shifted his grip on his shotgun and Rook noticed that his feet starting kicking at little rocks on the ground…or maybe that was a charred hand. It was hard to tell with such discolored light.

“Sharky, I wouldn’t expect a date with you to end any other way.” Rook laughed heartily and slung an arm around his partner’s shoulders before leading him back towards the truck they’d been in.

“You still ain’t gonna arrest me for all this shit, right Popo?”

“Not a chance Sharky. Besides, we still have my marijuana to smoke don’t we?”

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commissions ❀ ✿

howdy folks! it’s that time of year where college starts and money gets tight, so i wanted to say that commissions are open!

i want to start by saying that requests are still open along with commissions. you can request things for free until the day i die.

i also do other fandoms other than far cry! shoot me a message with a list of fandoms or a fandom you want and we can discuss things!

Commissions are just for those who want a little more detail or a specific/higher word count! I have PayPal and Venmo, along with KO-FI. 

Some need-to-knows for my commissions:

- commissions ONLY  is where i’ll take specific character requests and you have more control over the plot. for example, if you want to insert a specific oc or deputy oc, ect. otherwise, free requests will be the general character descriptions, such as the ones I’ve done so far!

- if you have an oc you’d like written or a detailed plot, shoot me a DM or email me at megan.hamner99@gmail.com with specifics of the things you’d like to see in the commission, character details so that i can accurately write your character, and any other details! we’ll discuss it until i feel comfortable with the info i have!

- commissions get priority over requests, but are done in the order they come in. if you ever want to know the wait ahead of you, just ask or shoot me a DM for how many commissions i have at that current point in time.

- average pricing is $15 USD for 3,000 words ($5 for every 1,000 words. for example, if something is 4,000 words, you’d pay $20. but if something is 2,000, you’d pay $10. pricing may change depending on the details, but i’m always willing to work things out!

- i will not write rape/non-con, incest, or adult x minor sexual/romantic relationships.

- i will write: polyseed/character, darker themes (upon discussion and approval), NSFW, and many other things! just ask! i also do other characters other than the Seeds! your wish is my command!

everything can be discussed! don’t be afraid and just shoot me an e-mail or a DM! happy days fellow sinners!

- HERE IS MY MASTERLIST FOR REFERENCES IF NEEDED! COMMISSIONS WILL BE MORE WELL DONE THAN THESE!

- This is the closest example I have of a commission!

Take My Hand

- THESE ARE SOME OF MY MOST POPULAR WORKS! 

Come to Me –– I Can’t Live With Myself1

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Hello there! Rlly enjoying your blog! Still doing matchups? I'm a 5'3" girl, 18, with short ( john seed like) dark brown hair and I'm Bisexual! I have green eyes. I really like cats and I have a great interest in music! I play bassoon, piano, and baritone. I like night time but afraid of the dark and really enjoy spending time with people despite having anxiety and intense ptsd. Coffee while watching sunrise is an enjoyable hobby of mine. Thanks in advance! Have a good day!

I ship you with…

John Seed!

every morning john wakes you up with a warm cup of coffee and opens the blinds so that the two of you can enjoy the sunrise in bed.

the first time he hears you playing the piano, he was in the other room making dinner when he heard the first few keys. john thought you were playing around until he noticed a pattern.

john poked his head into the room and watched in awe until the smoke alarm started to go off.

for your birthday he’ll get you pick out a pair of kittens to rescue (their names are mozart and harmony).

the first time john finds out you’re afraid of the dark, he’s a little surprised, but he’s adorable about it. he has members of the cult string up soft faerie lights around the house where there is less light.

john can recognize the signs of anixety fairly well, so when he sees all of your personal anxious ticks surface, he’s quick to act and will do what he can to comfort you.

this includes but is not limited to: making tea, coffee, tucking you in with blankets, and having cuddle sessions.

john has a vinyl record player that he likes to bring home new records for the two of you to enjoy while you do things around the house.

it was hard for him to open up about his past to you, but when he learned that you have one of your own, it comforted him in a way. it helps ease the blame he feels on his shoulders and soothe the doubts he has about himself as a person and the validity of his feelings.

i hope you have a good day as well! requests or commission me!

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Hi! May I request a match-up if you're still doing them, please? I'm 5'5" with blue eyes and brown hair that is cut into a pixie cut. I am a special education teacher and I am patient, always try to be nice to everyone, and am trying to stay positive even through the bouts of sadness that I fall into. I don't have very many friends and am shy, preferring to keep to myself and don't like being around big crowds. I like to write and take pictures in my free time!

I match you with…

Pastor Jerome Jeffries!

you and jerome first crossed paths when you volunteered to run the sunday school classes for children. 

the two of you would run into each other in the mornings, and eventually, it became such a reoccurrence that he would bring breakfast and you’d bring the coffee.

whenever he sees you around fall’s end, you always have a smile on your face and offer a hand whenever someone seems to be in need of help.

you have a small but close group of friends that includes but is not limited to: wheaty, grace, and jess (the also more shy and quiet bunch), but also sharky and hurk (they’re a package deal and its fun to sit on the sidelines and watch them get into trouble)

eventually he’ll very nervously ask to see you outside of church. he takes you to a really nice restaurant (well nice for hope county) out in the valley.

the first few times you had a rough week or two in a row you didn’t say anything, but jerome could tell something was wrong.

it wasn’t until you’d been dating for a few months and he was comfortable with what he noticed that he said something.

“are you okay? i’ve noticed that something seems a little off.” “i’ll be alright, it just…you know. have a hard time every now and then.” “how about we go for a walk and then go back to my place for comfort food and ice cream?”

jerome will ask to read your writing every now and then, but will never ask more than once at a time so that he doesn’t make you insecure or uncomfortable.

but it’s his guilty pleasure. he loves to see what goes on in your head on paper. he also likes to write his sermons in the same room as you so he can watch your forehead scrunch in thought. 

you have to sneak photos of jerome to really catch him in his element, otherwise he gets shy and cracks a smile. not a good model for immersive photos but can be an absolute clown with posed ones.

i hope you enjoy it! my requests and commissions are open!

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I’ve noticed some people struggle to think of things to stick in requests so here’s a quick little guide for ya’ll if you want it!

Here's some things to put in a request for a match-up!

Your sexuality or preferences if you feel comfortable sharing! If not, I'll consider both men and women for pairings. ❤

Hobbies, interesting facts about yourself, things you like/dislike, etc!

Characters you DON’T want to be matched up with!

Group you DO want to be matched with. In example: Can I get a GFH match-up? Can you pair me with one of the Seeds? (Unless Seed BROTHER is specified, I will include Faith in that group as well.)

Any other details about yourself such as age, height, and other things you’re comfortable sharing!

Anything else you feel is important for me to know such as triggers, etc!

Can be platonic, but unless stated I will assume it’s a relationship.

Here are some things to include in fic requests!

Pairing! For example: John Seed x Gender Neutral Deputy, Joseph Seed x Male Deputy, Jacob Seed x Female Deputy.

Prompt! This can be inspired by any kind of media, whether it be a photo, song lyrics/title, a book, or an actual prompt list! Include it in the ask so I know what you’re referring to.

Triggers! Please let me know if you have any triggers! I would hate to write a piece just for you to be unable to read it. I love making content for you guys and want you to be able to enjoy it as well. ❤

Here are some things for headcanons!

Prompt/Situation! This can be platonic or romantic! Let me know if you have a preference!

Characters Involved. For example: Headcanons for Eli, Staci, and Mary-May doing...

Triggers! I really want to hear about them if they’re there so that I don’t accidentally upset you or prevent you from reading something you requested!

ASK / READING / COMMISSION / TAG LIST

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UPDATE

just wanted to let ya’ll know that despite my lack of posting yesterday and the other day, i am working on stuff in my inbox! if you’re ever concerned about an ask not going through or want to know your place in line, feel free to send it again or PM me! if it’s public and i see it twice, i’ll message you to let you know that i saw them! my inbox and messages are always open for questions and concerns!

also blasting my tag list again so people can get on it if they like! HERE

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@bluescooterbabe tossed this idea out into our discord group and i wanted to bring it to life, so here it is!

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I Believe I Can Fly

wc: 1,507

TW: ALCOHOL

His responsibilities for the night were done and John could feel the exhaustion settling into his bones. 

As soon as he’d gotten back to the ranch with his siblings, John had gone upstairs to change into comfier clothes while Jacob made some coffee and Joseph lit the fireplace. Faith had taken up the job of shifting furniture around so that they could all be closer to each other.

With all the chaos going on in Hope County since the Deputy arrived, the three brothers didn’t get to spend as much time together as they used to. Hence why the three of them were together for some scheduled family time.

To John, the sound of the wine bottle being uncorked was instant relief, just as the sound of coffee dripping into the pot was for Jacob.

John grabbed a copy of the book he was currently reading and decided to settle in on the couch once he’d corked his wine. Similar to a cat, John stretched out with his head resting against one of the sofa’s armrests and his legs taking up a sofa cushion or two. As soon as his coffee was done, Jacob came into the living room and with a devilish smirk on his face, grabbed John’s ankles and knocked them off the couch. 

Jacob took up the loveseat that was to the right of his youngest brother, the latter of whom was grumbling and readjusting himself again. Faith took up the rest of the sofa that John wasn’t occupying and Joseph was in the loveseat to the left.

Having peace and quiet without anywhere to go or anything to do was serene to the small family. But naturally, it couldn’t last forever.

At about a quarter to midnight, the Seeds were still in the living room, though their seats had shifted and positions had changed into more relaxed ones.

Jacob picked up the book that was open and covering his face as he thought he heard clunking from above. Joseph had sat up as well from his section of the couch he was occupying, but John just shifted a bit and started groaning.

“Shut it John, you can whine all you want once we figure out what the hell that is. You have guards around this place, right?” Jacob folded the book closed and set it on the floor underneath his chair. He got to his feet as he angled his head towards the ceiling.

Some more thumping.

“For the love of God, not again! Just please don’t break the-” John rubbed his hands over his face and climbed off the sofa as he raised his voice, but the youngest brother was cut off by the sound of shattering glass.

“With great power, comes great responsibility, Johnny!” Jacob had his gun out in a flash, Joseph and Faith had jumped to their feet, and a few guards had come rushing into the ranch house. Yet John was still reclined on the sofa, his posture conveying annoyance instead of alarm.

From the skylight above John’s dining table, was a descending deputy with a bottle of liquor in her hand as she hollered at the top of her lungs. 

A climbing grapple was attached to the window Rook had fallen through, and a carabine was clipped to a contraption around her waist. She was swinging through the air by a rope, laughing obnoxiously with a grin on her face.

Jacob had lowered his gun and waved off the members of the flock that had their guns aimed at their unexpected guest. When they didn’t move from their positions from the shock of seeing the deputy in such a state, Jacob rolled his eyes and spoke up.

“Dismissed.” His voice was loud and threatening, which got the deputy’s attention while she was taking another sip from the bottle in her hand.

“Jacob! Don’t be so mean to the poor guys!” Her legs swung forward then back, increasing the amount of distance she covered. Jacob raised an eyebrow in amusement, a ghost of a smile on his face.

“They didn’t follow orders pup,” He shrugged and slowly walked over to the dining table so that he was underneath the arc of the deputy’s swing. Jacob couldn’t help but just stand there and watch her as she moved through the air. “She done this before, John?” 

John was already making his way over to the deputy, looking thoroughly disgruntled that he’d had to give up his comfort for her safety.

“Last week she came barging in through the spare bedroom upstairs with a stupid cowboy hat on screeching-” John was starting to explain that the deputy had, in fact, started making a habit out of appearing at the ranch unannounced and highly intoxicated. Just as he’d started to tell his eldest brother what phrase Rook had shouted into the ranch house, she had started yelling it yet again. “-YIPPIE KIYAY MOTHERFUCKERS!”

Her hands were thrown above her head as her body started to rotate in the air, but she’d forgotten she was holding a bottle of liquor. The bottle crashed to the ground, nearly missing Jacob’s shoulder on the way down, and sprayed alcohol all over John’s floor.

“It’s...odd seeing her act this way.” Faith spoke up from where she stood transfixed by the other woman in the house. Joseph chuckled softly and placed a hand on Faith’s shoulder before walking over to his brothers.

“We should try to convince her to come down before she hurts herself. Faith, will you make sure the guest bedroom is clean for her?” Joseph looked over at Faith, who nodded in response and hurried off. 

“C’mon pup, time to come down.” Jacob’s tone was oozing with boredom as his arms folded across his chest. Rook shook her head, pouting as she gazed down at her broken bottle.

“No can do, lumberjack. I don’t want to come down. It’s nice and cool up here, plus I look really hot.” She pointed to Jacob with a confident nod, but he just rolled his eyes in response. Then Rook swung particularly far and nearly hit the antler chandelier hanging above the table, and Jacob felt his stomach drop.

“Deputy! Calm...just come on down now. Carefully. We don’t need you getting hurt now.” Joseph reached his hands up and out to Rook, his eyes slightly wide with panic as she gave another big kick to swing herself again.

“It’s like a giant swing. Maybe if you come join me I can show you how fun it is.” Rook leaned back so that she was looking at Joseph upside down, and she shot him a wink. Jacob erupted into a bout of rumbling laughter and John sighed dramatically while Joseph stood there slightly slackjawed.

Rook gasped as she noticed John coming closer to where she was suspended in the air. She started swinging her legs to counteract the momentum she had acquired, her tongue sticking out of the side of her lips as she concentrated.

“My darling, will you please come down before you get hurt? We can’t have such a delicate thing like you breaking anything, now can we?” John’s voice was warm and inviting, but Rook didn’t need much convincing from the third brother. 

She started to let the rope out, bringing herself closer to the ground. Rook tried to angle herself so that her feet would land on the table, but in her drunken stupor, her fingers let too much rope go at once.

“Oh shit!” She slurred as her body dropped the few feet above the dining table and she landed on top of it with a loud bang. Pain radiated from the backside of her body, but she couldn’t help but giggle.

“Are you alright?” Joseph took a step towards the deputy as she rolled over on the table, groaning through her laughter.

“I’m fine, I just...ugh everything’s starting to swim.” Rook wiggled towards the edge of the table, where Jacob helped set her feet on the ground as Faith came back down the stairs.

“Did Rook fall? I heard a loud noise.” She raised her eyebrows as she watched John and Jacob hold the deputy up, who was beginning turning a shade paler.

“Right onto my poor table. I’m surprised she didn’t splinter the wood. We’re going to take her upstairs, Faith. Would you mind looking in on her every so often to make sure she hasn’t choked on her own vomit?” John’s voice sharpened towards the end of his sentence, the scolding directed towards the deputy reliant on him and Jacob to go anywhere.

“I’ll make sure she’s alright.” Faith nodded and continued past them and into the kitchen.

As the brother’s ascended the staircase to the guest room, Rook was softly humming the tune to “Oh John” with closed eyes and a relaxed posture. 

She looked peaceful at the moment with her arms wrapped around John and Jacob’s shoulders, but they all knew she was going to be in a world of hurt in the morning.