#female dep/rook

[flare-queen]

Deputy stuck inside the bunker with Joseph Seed, you can imagine tension was high, emotions strong and well when shit hits the fan, bad or good things can happen such as the release of pleasure.

[scarlettkat86]

Eyy, @fluttyseed, remember the stripper Sharky fic idea? Well I took it and did a little less funny and a little more steamy. Hope you enjoy. Also tagging @deaconmcsexypants and @jacobmybeloved for reading snippets, appreciate yall. Theres also stripper sharky edits at the end because I have no shame.

Characters: female dep/rook, brief Hurk Jr, Sharky Boshaw.

Word Count: 1584

Warnings: Um, its a stripper fic, so if steamy lap dances and sharky taking his clothes off aint your thing turn away now. 

Notes: Sharky’s stagename is from a disco song of the same name by Boney M, and the song he chooses to dance to is Fire and Gold by Bobby Saint

"There is literally nothing to do in this town." Rook huffed, slouching down into the couch. "What's there to do other then betting on which local a start a fight down at the Spread Eagle?"

Hurk Jr. takes a seat beside her, shotgunning a beer before he answers. "Well amigo, we can always get wasted and let the pigs loose at the Woodsons farm. Think I could ride 'em like one of those fancy rodeo cowboys!?" 

Rook laughs at the image but shakes her head. "No way dude. Last time you and Sharky blew up a silo and set a barn on fire when i took yall cow tippin." She leans over putting an arm around Hurks shoulder. "Speaking of Sharky, where is he? Does he still think I'm gonna arrest him, cause that was just a joke."

Hurk jumps up from the couch, knocking over a few beer cans from the side table and points an acquisitive finger in her face. "You was serious that day man! I ain't ever seen someone ticked off as you was. If he hadn't of saved your ass from that bull man, you'd have taken us both in!" 

Rook stifles a laugh before pushing his hand from her face. "That'd make me an accessory to a list of crimes I'd rather not admit to being a part of." She sees his face twist with amusement, then he flicks her nose. 

"Dang, you know what. Bonafide disaster of a cop cause you're always aiding our criminal adventures, but you're the best damn friend I ever had." He rubs his thumb along his goatee then says, "I tell you what. I'll let you in on where Sharkys at, but you've gotta sweeten the deal for me brobafet."

"You insult me, then insist I sweeten the deal, seriously?"

"I'm deadly serious, like a ninja. I ain't blind and I know what you're gonna see tonight will be far more better then anythin' you could imagine. Now, what I want is simple. I wanna use your jeep while you visit Sharky at his new job. That's it."

After a few stipulations, Rook drove the 40 minutes to the next town over. "That's it!" Hurk yelled. A neon sign read, 'The Swinging Sirloin Bar'. 

"You mean to tell me I drove nearly a hour to pound a few back in some sleezy bar?!" She says squinting her eyes at Hurk.

"Whoa whoa whoa. That's somethin' I don't need to know. Now a deal's a deal amigo." Hurk says with his ears covered. She's confused, nothing she said should make him cringe like that. Rook stepped out of the jeep and he took over the driver's seat. 

"I'll see ya tomorrow amigo, dont worry Sharky won't mind riding you. Shit, what I meant was giving you a ride. In his car. Oh hell, just...bye!" He stammers and flies out of the parking lot.

That was...odd. Opening the door to the bar, everything suddenly makes sense as her ears are assaulted by women hollering and catcalling. She sees a stage with a semi naked man gyrating on a random woman seated on stage. To her right is a hallway with multiple doors, and to the left is the bar. She makes her way over, taking a seat at the end furthest from stage. Her cheeks flush, not for the sight in the room, but because she thought this was a hole in the wall bar. That serves steak. Not a strip club. 

The bartender makes his way over. "The names Seth. What can I get you beautiful?" 

Rook shrugs her shoulders, "Whiskey sour I guess. I'm here to see a friend, maybe you can point me to him? Goes by Sharky."

The man behind the counter slides her drink to her. "Only know stage names and faces, got a description?"

There's a loud commotion center stage, the man on stage now had his head up the back side of the random womans skirt, seemingly motorboating her ass. Rook curses, horrified but unable to look away. "Do uh, do all your dancers get so, hands on?"

Seth raises an eyebrow. "Well now, are you curious to find out, or jealous the friend your crushing on feels up on all the ladies in the same way?"

Rook snaps her head back around glaring daggers at the bartender. "What! How did you, I mean no. I'm not... jealous." She folds her arms across her chest. "I'm-Oh. Oh my God, he's a stripper?" She pulls her phone from her jeans and shows his picture to Seth.

"Crushing on Daddy Cool? His no touch rule drives the women crazy." Rook chokes on her drink, spewing it all over the counter. 

"He's got time for a private dance. Or you can wait for his shift to end." He laughs pouring her another drink and wiping up the mess. "But if you wait, some other woman will probably take his last dance."

That's how Rook found herself sitting on a questionable leather couch in a dimly lit room, waiting.

Ten minutes felt like an eternity, before she finally heard the door open. She resists the urge to turn around and face him when he starts speaking. 

"First things first, I got a couple ground rules. One, no touching unless you have my consent, two, hav-" Sharky stops dead in his tracks when he finally comes face to face with his customer. He twists the owl ring on his left finger, opening and closing his mouth before finding his voice again. "Uh, he-hey shorty. What uh, how-why are you here?"

Rook stretches her arms out, relaxing into the couch. "Well isn't it obvious? I've been missing you lately. Now I know why you've been gone." 

"I ain't been avoiding you if that's what you're thinkin'. Just need extra cash, and well with my record'n all..."

"Well I've got plenty of extra cash." 

"Hell dep, I can't ask for your money, I-"

Laughter bubbled up from Rook, catching him off guard. She stood up, placing her hand on his shoulder, whispering in his ear. "I don't want you to ask. I wanna see your skills, Daddy Cool." She watches as he pulls out his phone, unsure if he's actually gonna strip. Maybe it was the way she purred his stage name in his ear, maybe it was part of his act, but the next thing she knew, he's carrying her to a chair in the center of the room. Music she's never heard before starts playing and Sharky starts circling her. It's an odd song choice, she's beginning to think he's joking but then his hand reaches from behind and wraps around her neck, the other tracing her shoulder and chest. His lips graze her ear, "Remember, no touching." 

The song slows to a sensual beat and he's rolling his hips in sync with the rhythm. He slides across the floor, hands on her knees, pushing her legs apart. Her breath catches in her throat when he slides his hips between her legs, grinding against her. He leans back enough to pull the white tshirt off, wrapping it around her shoulders before running his hands down his chest. She slips her hands down his back feeling his muscles contract with each roll of his hips. Suddenly he's moving away from her, a playful smirk tugging the corners of his mouth. "Shame dep. I had one rule and you've already gone'n broke it." He sways his hips, thumbs tucked behind the waist of his jeans. "Maybe I should go?"

Rook is flustered, what she thought was going to be hilarious, is actually turning her on more than she wants to admit. She turns her head to the side, clearing her throat. "No. Don't- don't stop." She hates how desperate that came out. 

Sharky nods his head, sliding his hands to the button on his jeans. He bites his lip as he pops the button open, turning his back to her, moving his body until they drop to the floor. Sharky looks back over his shoulder and slaps his ass. Rook giggles at the sight, though the orange thong actually looks like sin on him, then he's striding her way. He puts one leg up on the arm of the chair and takes her ponytail, pulling it free, grabbing fistfuls of loose hair. 

He starts singing with the music "I need it, jesus. Burn baby burn." Pulling her head to his waist and snapping his hips. She can't resist the urge to grab his thighs, and he makes no move to stop her this time. Her cheeks are hot as his erection brushes against her chin. He pulls her head back, leaving kisses along her jaw and neck as he slides his body back down. Instinctively she wraps her legs around his hips. Sharky cups her ass, picking her up, and begins rocking against her. The music stops but neither of them seem to notice. Rook smashes her lips to his, all teeth and tongue. She pulls away as she realizes she's just kissed him. He gently lowers her back to her feet, taking a few awkward steps back. 

"I um, I don't know what came over me..I" 

He shakes his head, "Shit dep I didn't mind whatever that was."

"I wasn't finished. I was gonna see if you wanted to take me back to your place, finish what you started here?" 

"Hell yeah, but just so we're clear, you started this."

[fandomsideworks]

HOPE COUNTY DEPUTIES —– adam knight & ava rook

[fuckin-nancy]

Winter’s Interlude

rating: E relationship: Samantha McGill (female deputy)/Joseph Seed words: 3,182 summary:

"Enemies don't save each other's lives." After Joseph falls into a frozen river, Sam opts to help him, against her better judgment.

(AO3)

this is for @naromoreau, for the fc5 birthday bash! hope you enjoooy~

(p.s. much thanks to @edensgay for organizing this, it’s been a blast!)

After the night she just had, Sam could hardly believe her good luck.

Yesterday evening, a clash with some Peggies had separated her from Sharky, and she ended up having to run since the two of them were so vastly outnumbered. They pursued her, of course, but she’d shaken them off in a forest that she soon lost her own way in. At least she’d managed to verify via radio that Sharky had made it out okay before its battery promptly died.

So for the rest of the evening, she’d trudged through snow varying from ankle-deep to thigh-deep, trying to find a house, a road, anything, huddling in her jacket and wishing her gloves were thicker. At least the trees, leafless as they were, kept the most of the wind away.

Night had nearly fallen when she finally found adequate shelter, in what looked to be an abandoned house, and the fact that its furnishings and other supplies hadn’t yet been looted only emphasized how out of the way she was.

Exhausted when she woke, she still pressed on. Getting back to civilization, not to mention communication with the Resistance, was worth a couple less hours of sleep. She hated being alone.

Soon she found a river, entirely frozen over by the looks of it, and followed it eastward, figuring she’d have to hit something sooner or later.

Which brought her to now, the now which suddenly made everything worth it:

Joseph Seed, a drab brown coat buttoned up to his throat, stood just twenty feet away by her estimation, right across the river. A gun-toting Peggie accompanied him, but Sam figured the woman would be easily dealt with, so long as she couldn’t raise an alarm before Sam disposed of her.

As soon as she spotted Joseph and his companion, their backs to her, she dove behind a conveniently-placed boulder and planned her attack. She could hear their murmurs, although she couldn’t quite make out their exact words. Sam had to admit, she was almost shocked to see him dressed for the weather, and for once she was almost glad for the cold, since it clearly meant that Joseph couldn’t parade around distractingly bare-chested as he was wont to do.

If she could manage to arrest him now, and bring him somewhere secure out of Peggie influence, it could very well end this silly war. Maybe with their precious leader gone, the Peggies would finally begin to see some sense. She certainly hoped so.

For a while Joseph and the woman stopped talking, so long that Sam almost started to think they’d somehow left without making a sound, but suddenly Joseph spoke, and she strained her ears to hear him:

“You may return home, Hannah. I’ll stay here a little while longer.”

“Are you sure, Father?”

“Go, my child.”

And with that, Sam heard the retreating footfalls of boots crunching snow. Now was her perfect chance—get across the river, incapacitate and restrain him, then get to safety. She waited until the footsteps faded away entirely then counted to sixty, steeling herself for what she had to do next.

Joseph’s voice called out on the otherwise silent wintry day. “You may come out, now. We’re alone.”

She stilled. He couldn’t possibly have seen or heard her. He must be trying to gauge whether someone was here by faking them out, that was all. She only had to wait until his guard was down, and then …

“Samantha, you may come out from behind that boulder. I promise, I won’t harm you in any way.”

Shit. She didn’t know how he’d done it, but there was little use in staying out of sight now. Better to be able to see him. She stepped away from her cover, scanning the area for Peggies; at least there wasn’t any foliage for an ambush to hide behind, not that that was much of a comfort.

“I have a feeling your personal definition of the word ‘harm’ differs from the actual meaning,” she said by way of greeting.

Joseph raised his hands before him in a placating gesture. “I only wish to speak with you.”

“About what?”

“You.” He paused, probably for dramatic effect. “Your pain.”

Sam forced out a laugh. “Right about now, my only pain is you and your followers destroying this beautiful county.”

“You are not as confident as you make yourself seem.” He stepped out onto the ice, his blue eyes piercing, but she met him gaze for gaze. “I know what happened to your unit in Afghanistan, Samantha. I know your guilt.”

Her breath hitched in her throat, but she kept her face carefully composed, chin held high. He continued to make his way to her, practically gliding across the ice, and she for one welcomed his approach—the closer he got, the easier it would be to immobilize him. She was the one with the gun, after all. She surreptitiously scanned the area again, making sure they were well and truly alone.

He spread his arms in earnest entreaty; he’d made it about halfway across the river, now, and he wasn’t slowing down. “You need not feel that way. If you join my family, become one of my children, I can offer all that you—” A distinct crack cut him off, and his expression of calm confidence was quickly replaced by confused fear.

Sam would have laughed at the sight, if the ice directly beneath him hadn’t promptly shattered, plunging him completely into the frigid water.

He soon resurfaced, gasping and sputtering, but all his attempts to scramble back up on the ice only succeeded in fragmenting it more. Without thought, Sam carefully stepped out and slowly shuffled toward him. He stopped his struggling to watch her approach. When she reached as close to him as she dared to venture, she crouched and offered him her hand. “Here.”

When he took it, she nearly gasped; the freezing water that drenched his own gloves quickly seeped through hers. Still, she kept a firm grip, pulling him up with both hands clasped over his. He kicked his legs out, keeping his body as horizontal as he could so he wouldn’t put enough weight on the ice to break it.

They made slow enough progress, but finally, Sam pulled a violently shivering Joseph back onto the ice.

“The closest shelter I know of is about a mile away from here,” she said, starting for the shore. “There’s blankets, plus supplies for making a fire. Do you know of anything closer?”

“No,” he said, faintly. “Thank you for helping me.”

She didn’t answer.

It would take just under half an hour to reach the house. Her hands were numb just from her gloves being soaked, so she couldn’t even imagine how Joseph felt, being completely drenched from head to toe.

She worried for his safety, despite knowing she shouldn’t—he was her enemy, after all. Really, what she should do is leave him to fend for himself, leave him to likely die. That would be the most convenient thing to do.

Sometimes, Sam wasn’t much good at doing what she should.

By the time they reached their destination, Sam was shivering, but Joseph wasn’t. She didn’t know whether that was a good sign or not, but she guessed not.

“Sit there,” she said, pointing to the sofa in front of the fireplace. “I’ll get some blankets.” She promptly left, not bothering to see what he did. Lucky she’d stayed here the night before, so she knew where everything was. Even luckier that the Peggies, or people displaced by the Peggies, hadn’t looted the place either.

So once she gathered an armful of blankets, all of varying sizes and textures, she returned to the living room.

Joseph sat on the sofa, his eyes closed.

She frowned. “Joseph?”

He didn’t answer—didn’t even stir. Swallowing thickly, Sam approached him. “Joseph?” she repeated. Still nothing. Cautiously, she bent down to put two fingers under his chin, and discovered his pulse was faint.

Fuck. She couldn’t let herself hesitate. She removed his drenched clothing, trying very hard not to dwell on the sight of any of his exposed skin, then swathed him in blankets. As far as she could tell he didn’t have any body heat for the blankets to insulate, but the thought of what she would have to do if he couldn’t survive off his own body heat … was flustering, to say the least.

She occupied herself with getting a fire started, and thanked her lucky stars that it only took a few minutes for the kindling to catch. From experience, she knew the room would be nice and toasty in no time.

Her luck seemed to have finally run out, however, because a touch on Joseph’s shoulder beneath the blankets confirmed her worst fear: he was still as freezing as ever. In a panic she put her hand to his neck once more, feeling for his pulse, and sighed with relief when she found it—it was there, but faint. Very faint.

She had to do it: if he couldn’t survive on his own body heat, then she’d have to share hers. But worse than the necessity of it, she found there was a traitorous part of her that wasn’t at all opposed to pressing up against his naked chest and—

Quick as she could, she removed her clothing—all of it. She then lifted the blankets from Joseph and seated herself on his lap, wrapping the blankets around both their shoulders. She pressed herself as tightly against him as she could, chest-to-chest, cheek-to-cheek, bunching her fists in his armpits. He was so much bigger than her that she didn’t even know if it would work, but she’d never forgive herself if she didn’t try.

In a way it was good that he felt like little more than a corpse, because that helped to ward off any wayward thoughts she may have had about their predicament. She closed her eyes, letting her forehead fall to his shoulder.

“You stupid bastard, you can’t die on me,” she whispered hoarsely. “Idiot, walking out on thin ice like that.” Never mind that she’d considered doing the same. “I know you think you’re God’s prophet or whatever, but that doesn’t mean you can walk on water, dumbass. At least you were dressed for the weather for once, I guess—” She suddenly cut off, heat somehow finding its way to her cheeks.

Well, it wasn’t like he could hear her anyway. “It shouldn’t even be legal for a damn cult leader to be that hot. You know, for someone who rails against the sin of lust, you’re sure complacent about inciting it in others, going around shirtless like that all the time. Well, not all the time, but you know what I mean. Or not, since you’re … unconscious and all.” She knew she was rambling, but rambling was the only thing she could do to break the unbearable silence.

After a bit, her eyelids grew heavy; her fatigue was catching up with her, it seemed, calling her to sleep. The fire was starting to warm the blankets on her back and it felt so heavenly, so she just had to …

Seemingly seconds later, a rumbling groan from Joseph woke her. With a start, she realized it was warm, very warm, and no wonder, since the fire roared away behind her. Even through all the blankets, its heat was almost scorching on her back. By the golden light filtering in through the windows, it must have been evening.

Joseph groaned again, breaking her out of her daze, and she gave another start upon the realization that they were still pressed together, bodies slick with sweat. They fit so well together that she hadn’t even noticed until now, and that realization made her bolt up, stumbling away from him.

Joseph’s eyes snapped open and focused groggily on her. She wrapped the blankets ever more tightly around herself, at least until she took note of his utter nakedness and half-erect—

She hastily tossed a pair of blankets on his lap, the heat emanating from her cheeks rivaling that of the roaring fire. At least I’m not the only one who’s fucking turned on.

“Samantha?” Cognizance finally seemed to reach him, and he glanced around the room, taking everything in. “I … ah, I see. Where are we?”

She cleared her throat. “An abandoned house not far from the river.” She shifted uneasily, and her foot nudged something cold and wet. Oh, his clothes.

They were no longer on the point of being frozen, but they were still quite soggy, mostly owing to the fact that in her panic, she’d just tossed them haphazardly on the floor. She busied herself with laying them out in front of the fire.

When she turned, Joseph was standing, fortunately with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, although unfortunately, it barely reached his knees. Was it normal to find a man’s calves hot?

“You saved my life,” he said. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” she said automatically. No problem? This was nothing but a problem.

“It isn’t,” he persisted. “It would have been more conducive to your cause to let me struggle and die. So I ask you: why? Why did you save me, your greatest enemy, when you’ve had no problem thus far with killing my children?”

Her mouth twisted in a grimace. “I don’t kill your followers because I like it—I do it because I must.”

He nodded and said nothing, still staring at her. Embarrassed but unwilling to show it, Sam turned to take the poker and push at the burning logs, even though they didn’t need it. She eyed her clothes, strewn about the floor. They were a little wet from being piled with his, but she thought they were dry enough to put on and be on her way. She wouldn’t even arrest him—if she stayed with him any longer, she might do something stupid. She didn’t know how, but she just knew.

Mind-reader that he apparently was, Joseph said, “Are you thinking of leaving so soon?”

“Why not?” She glanced back at him. “Like you said, I’m your greatest enemy.”

He shook his head. “I said I was your greatest enemy, or at least that I suppose you think that of me—not that I consider you mine.”

Her eyes narrowed. “What’s that even supposed to mean? Your people have killed mine, by your orders, just as I’ve killed yours. We’re enemies. That’s it.”

“Enemies don’t save each other’s lives,” he murmured.

He stepped closer to her, his eyes locked on hers; she glared right back up at him, too stubborn to look away. “I’ve always sensed something different about you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Perhaps that is why.” Her heart fluttered when he glanced at her lips, then back up again, an unasked question in his eyes.

Fuck it, she thought, and closed the gap between them, pulling his head down and pressing her lips against his. The blankets fell from her shoulders.

Joseph groaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her closer against him. Sam reached up to twist her fingers in his hair, barely suppressing her own moan.

She removed his own blanket from his shoulders, and savoured the feeling of his lean muscles against her fingertips. When she felt his cock nudging against her thigh, she reached down to grasp it in both hands, catching his gasp against her lips. She was ready, and so, it seemed, was he.

“Wait,” he said, pulling away slightly, only to gently push her back onto the sofa. He knelt down before her and set his hands on the outside of her spread thighs; she could only watch through half-lidded eyes.

Next he pressed fervent kisses along her inner thighs, the softness of his lips contrasting with the roughness of his beard. “Joseph,” she breathed, leaning back against the sofa. He reached forward to press a firm kiss against her clit, causing her thighs to twitch, and at his soft laugh against her sex, she threw her head back against the sofa, practically trembling beneath his touch. It was too much, yet at the same time, not enough.

From there, his tongue delved deftly between her folds, and try as she might, she couldn’t stop herself from grinding against his mouth. He placed his hands on her hips to still her, and when he placed his lips on her clit and sucked, she didn’t even bother to hold back her low, needy whine.

“Please, Joseph,” she moaned. “I want you to fuck me.”

He looked up at her, his pupils large and dark. “Are you sure?”

It was all Sam could manage to nod.

She shifted to lay back on the sofa, and Joseph moved to straddle atop her, his chest brushing against her breasts as he breathlessly kissed her. The taste of herself on his lips was enough to make her arch up into him; he took the hint, and slowly pushed inside of her.

Sam arched into him even more, thighs locked around his hips, arms wrapped around his back, fingers digging into his flesh. They began to move together, at first slowly, then speeding up.

Joseph buried his face in her neck, groaning as he fucked her deeply, and she echoed when he slid his hand between them and insistently rubbed his fingertips against her clit.

“Fuck,” she breathed out; the end was rapidly approaching, for her as well as Joseph, for his thrusts began to grow erratic.

“Samantha,” he moaned into the crook of her neck, and that was all it took.

They reached their shuddering, gasping release together, riding waves of pleasure until they finally ebbed. Panting, Joseph pulled out of her, and when her eyes met his, he smiled.

“You are simply divine,” he murmured, brushing the backs of his fingers against her cheek.

It didn’t mean anything, Sam thought as Joseph prepared them for sleep, as night had fallen while they had been … otherwise occupied. He gathered a large blanket from the pile then lay beside her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against his chest. It was just sex. Even so, she leaned into his touch as he pressed a kiss against her forehead.

Joseph fell into peaceful sleep, but she didn’t. She couldn’t. Uneasy thoughts whirled in her mind.

She somehow managed to untangle her limbs from his without waking him, then rose to take her clothes from the floor. They were completely dry—good. She put them on, grabbed her gun, then paused at the door to watch Joseph’s sleeping form. She didn’t regret their time together; she enjoyed it immensely, and would do it again if given half a chance.

But … she needed to get away, to clear her head, and it was abundantly clear that she couldn’t do so in his presence.

So she slipped out, hoping Addie wouldn’t ask too many impertinent questions when she requested a morning-after pill.

[vicekings]

quick fc5 comic feat m!dep/john and f!oc/faith, because im a dumbass gay on main  

[selfshippingwhore]

Big shout out to the amazing template made by @xbaebsae​. I had a blast using it { though it sucks cause I did it using my phone.

Name: Brooke Rosalie Greene

Alias/nicknames:  Deputy / Dep / Deps {by Sharky} Rookie / Rook. { Earl } Wrath {by John Seed} Pride {by Joseph Seed} The Outsider (by Peggies) Hell (by Joseph Seed) Kid (by Dutch) The One That Could Not Walk Away Sinner (by Peggies) Heretic (by Peggies) Broba Fett (by Hurk Jr.) Chewie (by Adelaide) Little Wolf { Jacob } Bombshell { Jonron, Philly } Yankee { Clara Garcia } Mi cielo { Dani Rojas} Corazón { Dani Rojas } Princesa { El Tigre }

Gender: Female

Age: 22 during the events in Eden’s Gate. 24 when she is sent off to Yara to investigate Castillo

Zodiac: Pisces

Abilities/Talents: Animal training/ animal care, cooking, piloting 

Religion: Atheism

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

Languages:   English, Italian, Finnish, Spanish.

Family: ↬ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛ(s) ↫ ⤷David Watson || Father || Fc: Clark Gregg ⤷Maria Watson || Mother || Fc: Gillian Leigh Anderson.

↬ sɪʙʟɪɴɢ(s) ↫ ⤷ John Watson || Oldest Brother-34 || Fc: Matt Ryan. ⤷ James Watson || Older Brother-31 || Fc: Charlie Hunnam. ⤷ Connor Watson || Younger Brother-21 || Fc: Bryan Dechart. ⤷Jason & Samuel Watson ||Younger Twin Brothers-18 || Fc: Cole Sprouse & Tyler Posey.

Friends: Nick Rye, Hurk, Philly Barzaga, Bicho, Paolo de la Vega, Talia Benavidez,Jonron,Yelena Morales, Sharky, Staci Pratt, Eli Palmer

Sexuality: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other

Relationship status: single / partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating / it’s complicated

Formerly in a relationship with Jacob Seed, Brooke knew the relationship was a toxic one. It was Eli Palmer that killed the man when Brooke tried to end things with him. It was until she was in Yara was that she’d find the man she’d spend the rest of her life with when she met Dani Rojas. It started off as sex but quickly blossomed into something more.

Libido:  sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

Build: slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy

Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black with one blue strain / other

Eyes: brown / blue / gray / green / black / other

Skin: pale / fair / olive / tan / brown / dark / other.

Scars:

multiple on the back. Gun shot wound on her hip.Wrath tattooed Carved across her chest.Lust burned on her lower back { happened when she was being held captive by Anton Castillo}Pride carved on her inner arm { Due to Joseph }

dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic or melee || sword or bow || summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future ||

$ Financial $ : wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

✚ Medical ✚ : fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

✪ Class or Caste ✪ :  upper / middle / working / street trash / slave / unsure

✔ Education✔ : qualified / unqualified / studying

✖ Criminal Record ✖ : yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed / anything goes in the apocalypse

[ FAMILY ]

◒ Children ◒  : had a child or children / has no children / wants children / can’t have children

{ during her time in Yara Brooke finds out she is pregnant with Dani’s child. |

◑ Relationship with Family ◑ : close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

◔ Affiliation ◔ : orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s) / not applicable / raised by hired help

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between

♦ dis-organised / organised / in between

♦ close minded / open-minded / in between

♦ calm / anxious / in between

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between

♦ cautious / reckless / cautiously reckless

♦ patient / impatient / in between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between

♦ leader / follower / flexible

♦ empathetic / unempathetic / in between

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between

♦ cultured / uncultured / in between

♦ loyal / disloyal / loyal to what matters

♦ faithful / unfaithful / in between

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation:  yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / queer / undecided

❥ Sex : sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

♥ Romance : romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious { Due to Jacob Seed}

❣ Sexually : adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / idk

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / idk

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills :  excellent / good / moderate / poor / scrappy & sloppy, but, efficient

≡ Literacy Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol :  never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic

☁ Smoking : trying to quit / quit / never / trying it / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs : never / quit / tried it / rarely / sometimes / frequently / addict

✌ Medicinal Drugs : never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

☻ Unhealthy Food : never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater

$ Splurge Spending : never / rarely / sometimes / frequently

♣ Gambling : never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler / just with her life

[heroofpenamstan]

—OC PROFILES: JOANNE & MICHAEL

tagged by the lovelies: @shallow-gravy​, @shellibisshe​, @belorage​, @honeysides​, @strafethesesinners​, @faithchel​, @blissfulalchemist​! thank you, dears! x since i’m tragically late to the party as per usual, not going to be tagging anyone since i assume most of my mutuals have done it, but if you want to go right ahead and tag me too so i can see! :”)) also, fair warning: 80% of the questions i answered at ungodly hours overmedicated on paracetamol and it shows because re-reading this in the morning was a Yikes

GENERAL

name: joanne burton alias(es): jo, annie ( mike exclusive ), burton, dep, jr. deputy, rook, traitor, sinner, wrath/pain in the ass ( john exclusive ), rabbit ( jacob exclusive ), heinous fucking bitch—( also john exclusive ), black widow ( new dawn au ) gender: cis. female age: 29 birth: 30th october, 1988 place of birth: meridian, idaho spoken languages: english; may or may not recite some hebrew lines over the holidays sexual preference: bisexual occupation(s): junior deputy of hope county, montana/menace to all cultists everywhere ( in a certain radius of said hope county, montana, anyway )

APPEARANCE

eye colour: brown hair colour: black height: 157cm ( 5′2 ), or approximately 7′11 when balancing on michael’s shoulders to peer inside john’s windows scars: split right eyebrow ( thanks, jake ), minor cuts and incorrectly healed bruises and gashes, scarred bullet wound on left hip ( you’re welcome, jake )

FAVOURITE

colour: orange or yellow or cyan, or whatever is more stupidly eye-catching and not at all fit for her current environment song: i’ve been thinking by handsome boy modeling school food: various stir-fries, fruits and protein ( or anything that she claims to be “healthy” when, truly, bitch is one step away from living off of instant noodles and canned pineapple and cigarette buds from dutch’s stash ) drink: beerherbal teas and infusions

HAVE THEY

passed university: no, but passing the police academy was already a pleasant enough surprise for her had sex: today? no. two weeks ago? probably had sex in public: probably said two weeks ago gotten pregnant/ someone else pregnant: yes, but we don’t talk about it kissed a boy: yes ( derogatory ) kissed a girl: yes ( affectionate ) gotten tattoos: yes, loads: most were practice scribbles for her ex-girlfriend, and the only true meaningful one she possesses is lydia, scrawled into her pinky in remembrance. otherwise, john seed do not even engage with that rusty ass tattoo gun— gotten piercings: yes, loads multiplied; if there’s a place for a piercing in her ears, she has them. also, an old septum piercing she hasn’t worn in a hot second been in love: yes, loads squared ( girl rents out her heart on the weekdays and cries about the scratches she notices on saturday, but still repeats it all over again come monday; falling in love for her is easy, but actually loving someone and getting over her self-loathing to do so is a whole different ball game ) stayed up for more than 24 hours: she’s probably on hour 31 as we speak ( someone knock her out pls )

ARE THEY

a virgin: whitehorse has heard enough horror stories in the break room between her and joey to last him a lifetime a cuddler: closeted cuddler, yes a kisser: most definitely; woman has to play up her natural assets scared easily: her response time is too lagged for that jealous easily: depends; she’s more jealous of what she should have/could have/would have had in a general sense than being jealous of a particular person or a thing trustworthy: in her own way, yes dominant: disgustingly so submissive: not in this lifetime in love: very much so single: very much so part 2

RANDOM QUESTIONS (tw for self harm/suicide mention)

have they harmed themselves: yes, but it’s more by means of unintentional yet severe substance abuse thought of suicide: not as often as one would assume; joanne has a very strong sense of self-preservation, but tends to run from her bleak reality by means of one harmful way or the other attempted suicide: once or twice during her lowest points in life wanted to kill someone: on the daily have/had a job: girl had juggled three part-time jobs; there is nothing she fears anymore have any fears: ( see above ) to fall back into old bad habits, loss of control, death, failure, a bad future, poverty, being abandoned and forgotten, long stays at a hospital, the judges, the bliss, the power of john’s hair gel

FAMILY

sibling(s): micah burton ( older brother ) parent(s): abigail burton née belman ( mother ); jim burton ( father ) children: asher seed ( daughter in new dawn au ) significant other: jacob seed ( circumstantial lover/”could do without” mentor/#prisonwife #prisonhusband #imkidding #kinda ) pets: boomer for the cuddles, cheesecake for the throttles ( bitch naturally attracts the judges but will forget her dog 101 and run away like what does she think will happen then?? )

GENERAL

name: michael scott-hughes alias(es): mike, mikey, mickey ( mary may exlusive ), mike the bike/fall’s end’s bicycle, resistance’s poster boy, manwhore, cassanova, the archangel ( joseph exclusive ), the antichrist ( also joseph exclusive ), war dog, hughes boy ( fairgrave exclusive ) gender: cis. male age: 30 birth: 6th july, 1988 place of birth: fall’s end, montana spoken languages: english, russian, basic chinese mandarin and turkish sexual preference: pansexual occupation(s): residential shady, shady man ( international arm’s dealer, most recently demoted to local resistance leader and occasional general goods store co-owner )

APPEARANCE

eye colour: green hair colour: brown height: 181cm ( 5′11 ), and 6ft on tinder jkjk man’s confident enough to not grasp for that extra inch, unlike someone ( john ) scars: heavily burnt left hand ( from trying to fish out his ex girlfriend’s boiling corpse r.i.p. to that steaming puss— ), gash on his right temple, nicely healed gun wound on left shoulder, not so nicely healed amputated right hand ( man’s not having the best time in my canon, is he ), various incorrectly healed cuts and bruises

FAVOURITE

colour: green and rustics song: wild world by yusuf/cat stevens food: unlike the faker above, michael actually likes to cook and eat healthy meals, so anything from salads to veggies to oatmeal to soups will do ( and meat; man’s been a vegetarian for a grand total of 4 days in his entire life ( or 14, if you count the time he got abducted to john’s bunker womp )) drink: sugary drinkswhiskey, fresh juices, “water can be so, so sexy, annie—”

HAVE THEY

passed university: no, though michael really busted his ass to self-educate on subjects that will be beneficial to his line of work had sex: we stopped keeping tabs and numbers nearly ten years ago had sex in public: we stopped blinking at these types of shenanigans nearly ten years ago too gotten pregnant/ someone else pregnant: yes? no? maybe? ( mike’s too afraid to even think about it, but hopes he hasn’t fathered any babies any time soon ) kissed a boy: yes ( affectionate ) kissed a girl: yes ( affectionate² ) gotten tattoos: yes: the sword of damocles on his left inner forearm, intertwined snakes running across his right ribs, a tiny smiley face on his ass lord save him gotten piercings: yes, and everyone hated his attempt to revive the 90s with his lil earring like c’mon you already have a reputation of being a sleaze— been in love: yes, but surprisingly not as many times as one may think ( truthfully, three times: mary may, lana, joanne mary may again ) stayed up for more than 24 hours: sometimes it just cannot be helped

ARE THEY

a virgin: maybe in a past life as an amoeba a cuddler: yes ( try to escape his hold during a summer night i’ll give you 5 bucks if you can break the deadlock ) a kisser: he just exists to smooch at this point scared easily: truthfully, he’s quite desensitized as is, so it’s really hard to truly rock him jealous easily: no; though he might get a bit petty and bitter if someone mentions merle and mary may becuase, like, c’mon, mary—merle briggs? trustworthy: one of his better traits, but past events have shown that boy tends to lose some of his morals for love dominant: yes submissive: yes part 2 man will accommodate and switch it up in love: often single: loosely, often

RANDOM QUESTIONS (tw for self harm/suicide mention)

have they harmed themselves: michael has bad mental health trips stemming from having a lot of insecurities as a child; these may evolve into bad habits and pure recklessness on his part to prove his worth thought of suicide: these thoughts don’t come often, but when they do, it’s harder for him than most to shake them off and recover attempted suicide: once, during the boiling pit incident wanted to kill someone: yes, but it comes more from need than want usually have/had a job: yes, though no retail until he was 30 and stuck providing hope county with slugs and bullets have any fears: loneliness, rejection, abandonment, repercussions and consequences, not being good enough, powerlessness, loss, the angel pit, the process of dying

FAMILY

sibling(s): none, but: jackson hughes ( uncle ) parent(s): jessica hughes née scott ( mother ), david hughes ( father ) girl i have his whole family tree drawn up like you wouldn’t believe children: andrew hughes ( son in new dawn au and maybe canon ) significant other: mary may fairgrave ( childhood sweetheart/awkward ex/once in a rare cosmic event fuck buddy/volatile lovers ) pets: peaches loves him she doesn’t; she just wants to chew on his hair

[henbased]

OC PROFILE

tagged by @adelaidedrubman and @faithchel my beloveds

tagging: @8bitpizzacoupons @strafethesesinners​ @honeysides​ @vasiktomis​ @falloutglow​ @radioactive-synth​ @i-am-the-balancing-point​ and @necro-hamster​ (if u wanna xoxo)

GENERAL

name: Judith "Jude" Virginia Blanchard

alias(es): Rookie/Rook, Dep. Don’t call her Judy :|

gender: female

age: 28 (2018)

birthdate: March 13th, 1990

place of birth: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

hometown: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

spoken languages: English, ASL, bits of Spanish

sexual preference: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

occupation: Junior Deputy but she's ghosting her job fucking the evil cult leader she didn’t arrest

APPEARANCE

eye color: dark brown

hair color: 2 shades off from being considered dirty blonde

height: 5'4"

scars: she got her sins carved onto her in the bunker. a LUST on her inner left thigh (matches with the one she gives Joseph). her entire right arm filled with WRATH (for every time she punched Joseph, pride and joy). an ENVY, PRIDE, and GREED (over a can of beans) were also on her but idk where. After waking back up in the past she lost all her sins and she’s so fucking mad about it. Joseph carves a LUST into her right thigh, and she carves one into him, so they can fuck guilt-free. Godly loophole of matching sins? idk they’re just horny.

FAVOURITE

color: burnt orange, the color of rust. used to be red but Jacob fucked that up.

hair color: black

eye color: doesn't care

song: "Dragula" - Rob Zombie

food: sloppy joes, the greasier the better

drink: beer from a can. preferred shotgunned.

HAVE THEY..

passed university: yes, remembers none of it through the haze of 4 years of being constantly off her tits on something. college experience babe.

had sex: yes

had sex in public: if jude and joseph head to whitetails it’s best for the cameras to be turned off and avoided

gotten pregnant: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

kissed a boy: yes

kissed a girl: yes

gotten tattoos: yes?? idk what but yes.

gotten piercings: yes, ears

been in love: we've all been 20 and in love

stayed up for more than 24 hours: she was a frat girl. absolutely.

ARE THEY...

a virgin: no

a cuddler: yes (pre-joseph), only when she’s sleepy (post-joseph)

a kisser: only to make a statement

scared easily: no, anxious yes

jealous easily: zero percent

trustworthy: absolutely not bestie

dominant: generally

submissive: 😏

in love: up for debate, she's on the side of fuck no. evidence is against her.

single: no

RANDOM QUESTIONS (tw for self harm/suicide mention)

have they harmed themselves: yes, she’s given herself some sins in the bunker after punching joseph’s lights out (she misses her arm of wrath so much)

have they thought about suicide: yes, post-collapse

have they attempted suicide: attempted murder-suicide? does that count?

wanted to kill someone: daily <3

have/had a job: yes

have any fear(s): her mom died so she thought nothing could ever be worse and then she met jacob and had a quirky little adventure with him and now she can’t stand old music or enclosed spaces.

FAMILY

siblings: she's got a brother. i haven't named him. probably wont name him.

parents: her daddy passed when she was 15 and her momma died 8 months before she went to arrest joseph

children: no. there's some au's where she does and her and joseph are horrible parents (their kids arent abused, but get-a-divorce is the vibe).

significant other: Joseph Seed

pets: her ex took the cat in the breakup

[josephslittledeputy]

OC PROFILE

Thank you for tagging me! This was fun :) @i-am-the-balancing-point​

GENERAL

Name: Wilhelmina Rook

Alias(es): Willa, Rook, Rookie, Deps, Po Po, Shorty, Wrath

Gender: Female, She/Her

Age: 27 at the start of Far Cry 5

Birthday: August 31, 1991

Place of birth: Butte, Montana

Hometown: Butte

Spoken languages: English & Sign Language

Sexual preference: Bisexual

Occupation: Former Junior Deputy of Hope County, current Judge of New Eden

APPEARANCE

Eye color: Forest green

Hair color: Blonde

Height: 5′2

Scars: Various scars litter her body (I.e. burn scars, healed arrow wounds, bite marks from animals, etc) The most notable one is the slash marring part of the right side of her face, going through her eyebrow and narrowly missing her eye.

FAVORITE

Color: Red & Black

Hair Color: Impartial

Eye Color: Again, impartial

Song: Confident Woman - 3 One Oh

Food: Apple crisp

Non-Alcoholic Drink: Chai

Alcoholic drink: Strawberry mango margarita

HAVE THEY..

Passed University: Almost, she drops out due after a traumatic event

Had Sex: Yes

Had Sex In Public: No....

Gotten Pregnant: No, but she does end up having 4 kids later on

Kissed A Boy: Yes

Kissed A Girl: Yes

Gotten Tattoos: No, but this changes later

Gotten Piercings: No, but she somehow lets John talk her into ear piercings years later...

Been In Love: No

Stayed Up For More Than 24 Hours: Yes

ARE THEY…

A Virgin: No

A Cuddler: Occasionally

A Kisser: If the moment is wrong... I mean right!

Scared Easily: Definitely

Jealous Easily: Willa will try not to show it, but she’ll give you the coldest shoulder when shes jealous

Trustworthy: Willa is the type of friend to hold a grudge for you long after you’ve forgotten about it and any secrets you tell her will be forgotten <3

Dominant: Seldomly

Submissive: Pretends she isn’t, but babe, you’re a bottom :/ (affectionate)

In Love: Enemies to lovers with the Seeds (We don’t talk about the slow burn with Sharky...)

Single: I mean, are you single if you have four sociopaths looking for you so they can tell you their latest trauma??? (The Seeds: I showed you my trauma, please respond)

RANDOM QUESTIONS (TW: self harm/suicide mention)

Have They Harmed Themselves: After a traumatic event she did find herself leaning on unhealthier coping mechanisms until she finally went to therapy and in the bunker times do get hard

Have They Thought About Suicide: Yes. Therapy helps until she has to move to Hope County

Have They Attempted Suicide: The first night after being stuck in the bunker with the Seeds she does try it, but she’s saved by Jacob just in time

Wanted To Kill Someone: Listen, if anyone talks to her before coffee, it’s on. But in general? Oh yeah, her sin isn’t wrath for nothing

Have/Had A Job: Various odd jobs while in college, mostly a barista or anywhere with a view of the ocean

Have Any Fear(s): Her father, abandonment, spiders, Jacob’s hunters, ‘Only You’,

FAMILY

Siblings: None

Parents: Andrew and Julie Rook

Children: Eventually yep! Damien and Rinala Seed are the eldest and also twins, Ezra is the middle child, and Arabella is the baby of the family

Significant other: It’s complicated

Pets: Jacob rescued a cougar cub once from hunters and then gifted it to Willa in New Dawn

[i-am-the-balancing-point]

OC PROFILE

the lovely @henbased​ ​ tagged me to do this and I finally took a break from cooking up some fanart (literally for this very OC lmao). this is gonna be a treat! 💕

everything under the cut [look at this pretty picture of my funky queer little bastard tho, I love her!]

GENERAL

name: Gigi (I guess her last name is Rook? I mean it’s my character but I literally don’t know)

alias(es): Rookie and Dep of course but also Bitch (affectionately)

gender: female, mostly I think

age: 26

birthdate: Aug 4

place of birth: some shithole in the woods, I wouldn’t know

hometown: Missoula, Montana (nobody tell anyone that I just came up with this on the spot solely because I like the way Missoula sounds, this is a secret between you, the internet and me now shhh)

spoken languages: English, some rudimentary Norwegian and Spanish (ja, jeg snakker litt norsk hehe)

sexual preference: none. we just be horny 4 everyone.

occupation: literally Junior Deputy of the Hope County Sheriff’s Department 🤠

APPEARANCE

eye color: dark brown

hair color: very dark brown

height: 1,60m

scars: some on her arms, mostly scratches from cats (big and small) and running around in the bushes after that fateful night of the helicopter crash on Joseph’s property and even more on her legs. pretty much all from having a very active childhood, scraping her knees and shins often and picking at the scabs - a habit she has yet to quit even as an adult.

then of course there are the sins she got from John. I still cannot decide if he marked her with wrath or pride (which I definitely think would at least be my sins, this bitch be furiously wrathful!) but she definitely got ✨lust✨ on her hip as a lovely little bonus from our favourte baptist/amateur tattoo artist.

FAVOURITE

color: lemon yellow

hair color: she doesn’t really have any but I’d still consider her at least a fan of a soft shiny brown

eye color: pretty much the same, she doesn’t really have any

song: Make Your Own Kind Of Music by Cass Elliot (but also Reptile by NIN (and Closer, of course))

food: the ikea vegan hot dog. seriously. (listen its US release almost lines up with the FC5 timeline so I’m just gonna indulge in the fantasy and go ahead) no pickles tho. and she has an almost unhealthy obsession with mentos.

non-alcoholic drink: orange juice and ginger beer

alcoholic drink: everything that gets you drunk fast, except for vodka - oh sophisticated teenage years. Gigi can appreciate a nice beer though if it’s not too bitter. pretends to like Guiness but nobody knows or gets why.

HAVE THEY..

passed university: I like to imagine she went to community college.

had sex: yes

had sex in public: maybe 👀

gotten pregnant: the occasional dollar store tests bought in a panic fortunately always said no

kissed a boy: yes

kissed a girl: yes

gotten tattoos: something else I only have a vague idea about. I do wanna say yes, because - and I literally came up with this yesterday - I can imagine John has taken special interest in this smol bundle of rage so to be an extra meanie to his bratty bitch he gave her an Eden’s Gate symbol tattoo just below the neck, between her shoulder blades when she got her scars to basically brand her as the Project’s property... Is that too extra?

gotten piercings: earrings only (she has toyed with the idea of getting a belly button piercing though)

been in love: because I am Gigi is a sappy little ass, she constantly falls in love with the people around her and life itself :) and we love to see it

stayed up for more than 24 hours: yes, but it was no fun for everyone involved

ARE THEY…

a virgin: no

a cuddler: Y E S

a kisser: not a big one, but she’s most certainly not averse to it

scared easily: not really scared but it’s unfortunately easy to spook her

jealous easily: sadly yes. she does her best to work on it though and not let it affect her relationships

trustworthy: hell yes! this bitch will protect you, your family and your seecrets if you need them to

dominant: only outside of the bedroom

submissive: yes, sexually (but doesn’t like to admit it)

in love: with literally everyone who has ever been kind to her and their dog

single: yes. wait! does having and absolute queen of a workwife, Deputy Joey Hudson, count tho?

RANDOM QUESTIONS (tw for self harm/suicide mention)

have they harmed themselves: except for occasional binge drinking in her late teens, no

have they thought about suicide: yes (haven’t we all?)

have they attempted suicide: no

wanted to kill someone: each and every day ✨

have/had a job: yes. she is literally the Deputy. hehe

have any fear(s): being alone/lonely and without love; NOT being alone when she should be; not being properly prepared for sudden desaster

FAMILY

(I’m leaving this blank because I have literally never thought about this stuff and I would honestly rather keep it that way. My dep just started existing one day. Poof!)

siblings:

parents:

children:

significant other:

pets:

I tag @yeetslovescheese, @josephslittledeputy and everyone else who wants to do this! I would love to read about all of your characters. ♡

[8bitpizzacoupons]

Name: Florence Marie Madeline

Alias/nicknames: Deputy, Dep, Rookie, Rook

Gender: Female

Age: 34

Abilities/Talents: Hits like a truck. Has a way of keeping a cool head...most of the time. She’s also pretty well-read, has a good memory, and can think quick on her feet. For what it’s worth, she’s a decent shot with a grenade launcher.

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Religion: Agnostic

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

Languages: English

Family: Has a mother and father who’ve retired to sunny California. They call each other on birthdays and holidays. She hasn’t seen them in years. They’re nice.

Friends: Joey Hudson and Sheriff Whitehorse, though they don’t see much of each other outside of work. She and Staci see each other on the sly, though she’s not exactly sure if she’d call them friends. During the Reaping, she becomes close with Grace Armstrong, the Ryes, Jess Black, and Adelaide Drubman. And, surprisingly, she’s got a soft spot for Sharky and Hurk Jr. 

Sexuality: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other

Relationship status: single / partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating / it’s complicated

Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

Build: slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy

hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other

Eyes: brown / blue / gray / green / black / other

Skin: pale / fair / olive / tan / brown / dark / other

Height: 6′2″ 

Scars: Patches of scar tissue across her knuckles on both hands. Old gunshot wound through her right thigh.  

Features: Florence is big, pale, and freckly, so she stands out whether she likes it or not. She has a long face with a long nose that’s been broken one too many times. Her hair is frizzy and not usually styled, though she cuts it when it goes too far passed her shoulders. She wears thick, wide-rimmed glasses that always sit crooked because of her nose.

dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic or melee || sword or bow || summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future

Five songs that remind you of them:

Drunk Drivers/Killer Whales - Car Seat Headrest

Paint’s Peeling - Rilo Kiley

Hate, Rain On Me - AJJ

San Cristobal - Mal Blum

My Body’s Made Of Crushed Stars - Mitski

[quentinbecks]

thank you to @blissfulalchemist for tagging me 💕

let’s do Sadie since I did one for Charlie here

OC INFO

GENERAL

name: Sadie Elaine O’Brien

alias(es): Dep or Rook

gender: female

age: 30 (2018)

birthdate: March 3, 1988

place of birth: Hope County, Montana

hometown: Hope County, Montana

spoken languages: fluent in English and can speak conversational Spanish

sexual preference: lesbian

occupation: Junior Deputy

APPEARANCE

eye color: golden brown

hair color: light blonde

height: 5’6

scars: “wrath” on her chest and an assortment of scars she earned while trying to take down the project, most of them on her legs and back

FAVOURITE

color: baby pink

hair color: no preference

eye color: either brown or green

song: despite not actually liking boys, it’s “Boy Problems” by Carly Rae Jepsen

good: margherita pizza

drink: an americano or bourbon

HAVE THEY

passed university: yes

had sex: yes

gotten pregnant: no

kissed a boy: no

kissed a girl: yes

gotten tattoos: no

gotten piercings: yes

been in love: unfortunately

stayed up for more than 24 hours: yes

ARE THEY

a virgin: no

a cuddler: yes, absolutely!

a kisser: yes

scared easily: no

jealous easily: depends on the person/situation

trustworthy: for the most part

dominant: most of the time

submissive: depends on the person

in love: she’s definitely getting there…

single: it’s complicated

RANDOM QUESTIONS (tw for self harm/suicide mention)

have they harmed themselves: no

have they thought about suicide: no

have they attempted suicide: no

wanted to kill someone: yes and she can and will

have/had a job: yes

have any fears: mainly death and small spaces

FAMILY

siblings: none

parents: Jennifer O’Brien (mother, deceased 2018) Father (unknown)

children: none

significant other: she’s in a complicated relationship with Faith Seed

pets: Boomer, Peaches, and Cheeseburger

[satanwritesfanfiction]

Jacob seed x f!deputy | Ukiyo || smut

Title: Ukiyo

Ship: Jacob Seed x F!deputy

Pronouns: Female for dep

Triggers: Smut, some references to choking if you squint. Like literally, your eyes are basically closed by how hard you squint. Some violence but not worse than canon, literally the least amount of violence. A fleeting reference to his scars, One-second screen time only. I think that's it fam.

Characters: f!deputy , Jacob Seed

Wordcount: 3200

a/n: This is the first one I'm doing for FC5 and getting back into writing, not very happy with it but thought I'd post it anyway.

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The air was getting cold as night was approaching, it hadn't been as warm as of late,  as winter was crawling ever closer.

Jacob watched as his soldiers' pressure washed the cages, most with the hostages still in them. It was another tactic to break them. No food would take their muscle, they would be barely able to resist as the water hit them and when it was done, the cold would settle, and at that stage, they would either beg to be his or beg for death.

Jacob had watched, arms crossed over his chest like always. He liked seeing the transformation by his hands but Rook, she was different. He knew from the way she still defiantly glared at anyone who had come to her cage, sometimes he swore she physically growled. She was a wild animal waiting to sink her teeth into anyone she could get to.

He also noticed that she had been less aggressive with him, listening when he spoke and immediately taking the food he offered but perhaps that was because he had last spoken to her when she still had hope in her eyes and not rage. Those were early days, he wondered if she'd still be the same.

Most of the batch that had arrived with her had already died. She was shivering and she knew she would be next if things didn't change. The end was growing closer for her but she'd die before she'd submit.

Jacob had watched her through the CCTV footage that night, watching her shake almost in time with the trees around the compound. She had been in that cage the longest. She was strong, she had such potential but she was so defiant and didn't want to see the truth even if it was plainly laid out before her. He was going to have to change tactics. She didn't scare as easily and most likely wasn't going to survive the night which was unfortunate, Joseph wasn't going to be happy about it.

Jacob sighed as he walked down to the cages. Only a few men were patrolling since the next batch was only coming in tomorrow, the deputy was in no shape to take on an army as she was shaking in the cold. She was no threat.

She looked almost vulnerable in this state. Arms clutched around her arms, turning white from the intensity. Perhaps she had gone numb at this point and the pain didn't matter or she used to pain to be able to feel something other than the cold she must be feeling. Her eyes were shut tightly and she was sitting on her knees, her breath making grey puffs of clouds in the night air. He could see her clothing had not yet been dried completely by nightfall and her skin was turning an odd grey color.

Jacob opened the cage and entered, the deputy hyper-alert from shutting down her other senses, turned quickly,  fear covered her body. What more could he do with her, she wasn't even sure she could survive another trial, especially in this state, he surely had to know that or perhaps that was the endgame.

He towered over her with an intensity she had only ever experienced with him. She knew what he was capable of and wasn't the type of person who needed to prove his strength to know he possessed it.

He had grabbed her arm harshly and dragged her to her feet. "Come on." Was the only words he spoke as he started dragging her out of the cage.

She naturally protested as he dragged her along. She didn't want to wake up next to a trail of dead bodies again and then suddenly he was holding her by the nape of her neck, a knife pressed threateningly against her skin as his eyes bore into her own.

"Joseph may want you alive but I won't hesitate."

An odd sensation ran up her spine, so close to danger and she knew it would come to drag her away depending on her action. The fight left her body as she looking into those piercing blue eyes, even under the veil of the night they shone down at her. She could hear her heartbeat. One. Two. Three. Before he removed the knife from her skin, leaving a small indentation behind.

"Good girl." He spoke as he took hold of her arm again and led her inside the building.

Once in his office, he had pushed her into a chair unceremoniously and she stayed, rubbing at her arms as the feeling returned. She looked around in curiosity as well as an escape route but she'd have to bide her time it seems as nothing of value had been near her not that she'd expect anything less from Jacob.

"You have potential, deputy." He stated as he sat on the edge of the desk. "Why do you waste it on those people. They don't deserve it and neither can they appreciate it."

Rook stayed quiet as she looked at him. That's one thing he always had an ability to do, make her feel like he's the only one that really appreciates her talents. The way he'd say she was weak but compliment her so effortlessly when she showed promise, she craved those words and she hated herself for it.

Jacob sighed as he placed his knife on the table beside him. What would it take to get a rise out of her, some sort of reaction. He could only reason with her if he knew what she was thinking.

"What is it you think you'll accomplish by standing in our way. The collapse is coming whether you stop us or not. You stand for the weak which in turn makes you weak. They never make good pillars."

"You think them weak because they never learned that the world is a harsh, cruel place. That's not how it works, Jacob." She spoke for the first time in days. Her voice cracked and felt unfamiliar to her ears. "You thought me weak if I recall correctly and now you'd argue I have potential."

"You've proven yourself to be worthy," Jacob stated, not wanting to linger on the fact that he had been sized her up wrong the first time he saw her.  Her figure was timid and small but she was a wildfire just waiting to be let loose on the world. She could do so much if she was willing.

"Worthy of what?" She continued, rage starting to boil at her center. "To be one of Joseph's children? Worthy enough to kill innocent people who never wanted any part of this?" She ground her teeth into a snarl. "I would rather die. "

Jacob chuckled and it took Rook aback a bit. He stood from the desk and bent over her, taking her chin between his fingers while the other supported himself on the armrest. "It's sweet how you think you have a choice, sweetheart."

Rook's heartbeat quickened at his close proximity. His intensity seemed to drown out all else at times and she looked up at him, suddenly hyper-aware of her breath going in and out of her chest. He was so close and a shiver went up to her spine at the pet name. She should hate it admittedly but some part of her was drawn to this, to him.

She didn't know why she could hate him from afar but the moment his attention was on her she became so pliable, so in awe of the air that surrounded him. His touch on her chin almost intoxicating. His fingers were rough and she knew he was too. He didn't quite get the concept of subtility she reckoned.

She pressed forth, in a quick motion, her lips latching onto his and at the exact moment of contact, she knew she had made a mistake. She couldn't believe what she had done, she was afraid of his reaction. Hoped in the rejection he would at least assume it's an evasion tactic. She was always quick to action but not very intelligent about it, jumping headfirst without considering the consequences.

Jacob pulled back after the initial shock, his eyes trying to read her face. She seemed scared. His brows furrowed as he took the information in. She was treading the opposite line, the enemy and even with Joseph's faith in her he could not trust her.  This had to be some sort of trick, he should not press this further. He knew these things, but just as he had pulled back, he had pushed forward now. Her lips had felt so soft against his own, so unlike any of their previous interactions and at that moment it didn't seem like she hated him, almost seemed like she didn't feel disgust towards him.

His hand came to rest at the nape of her neck as he pressed their lips together again. He was slow, cautious. Perhaps it was a lapse in judgment, maybe a way to shut him up, maybe there was regret but he couldn't sense as much when she moved her lips against his own.

She was walking on ice that was waiting to crack, she knew that, but was it wrong of her to want for it to consume her when he was right there with her? Was it wrong of her to want to be dragged under?

Her hands fisted around the material of his jacket, a part of her said she could use this to her advantage for an escape but the part of her that was intoxicated by his being drowned out every level headed comment she could make.

His tongue entered beyond her lips and she was lost. Her skin was on fire and she was seeking it out. His hand moved to the side of her neck and his thumb pressed slightly on her trachea. She felt vulnerable knowing it would be so easy for him to remove her from the equation. She knew that he knew that's what he should do. She had been nothing but a problem to him from the very start and now her life was being held in his hands, still breathing only because he willed it so.

Moments later he removed his hand and she noticed how she liked lingering on the edge of danger. Perhaps that's why she was intoxicated, always lingering on the edge with him.

His hands hooked under her thighs and he made the seemingly effortless move of lifting her and carrying her towards his desk, one hand roughly clearing the table before placing her on it.

She bit into her lip as she looked up at him, anticipation beginning to build within her. This was wrong, he was the enemy, this was very wrong to want. The voice repeated but she elected to ignore it since her desire drowned out the noise and was screaming for him to take her.

His lips latched onto her neck, his teeth grazing over the skin. Rook angled her head so he would have more space to play as her hand combed through his short hair. She closed her eyes and focused on where his lips were on her. His hands roamed over her thighs, over her hips, and then she felt her shirt being unbuttoned. It all felt so agonizingly slow and she wished he would just rip it from her hot skin all the while thinking how she'd regret every moment as it played through her head at a later time.

When he removed the article of clothing he pulled away to regard her. She blushed a soft shade of pink and pathetically pawed at his jacket and to her, it seemed like he had taken pity on her when he removed it, like he'd given her something in return for what he had taken just moments ago.

She then grabbed the hem of his shirt but he grabbed her hand and there was a moment of hesitation as eyes stared into each other, weighing the options. Whether she was even worth the momentary lapse in judgment.

He closed his eyes momentarily and let go, an act so quickly over she almost didn't notice the brief moment of vulnerability. She pulled the shirt from his body and her eyes laid upon his chest. Scars and burn marks laid scattered. Her hand softly touched his chest, it looked so painful even now and as she looked at him, he looked ready to shut her in that cage again. She wasn't worth seeing this part of him. All the sacrifices he made. She wouldn't be able to appreciate them as h had appreciated hers.

She stood and pressed herself to him, lips attaching hungrily to his. Her arms snaking around his neck. It was the only thing she could do, her words wouldn't mean anything to him, there weren't even enough words to explain how she felt and none of it would make any difference.

Jacob was relieved she hadn't made a big deal of it. He didn't want her pity and his previous run-ins in a similar situation he had left them appalled and it angered him, but she.. she still wanted him. She still kissed him as fervently as before she took notice of the markings.

He unbuttoned the front of her jeans and his hands snaked into the confines, roughly and sloppily he moved. Impatient. His rough fingers ran across her slit and he could feel how aroused she already was. If there was any doubt in his mind that she didn't want this, it was all out the window now.

She gasped and let a small moan fall when he touched her. It was small and fleeting when he removed his hand from her pants and placed his finger into his mouth as he looked down on her and groaned. She bit her lip and noticed the indentation growing in his own pants.

There was a quick movement, one she hadn't been expecting in the tranquil moment. He had taken her hips and turned her around, pressing her chest on the desk. He pulled her pants down and she tried as best she could to look behind her with her body on the desk. She didn't dare move from where he had placed her.

She heard the unmistakable sound of a belt buckle and the material of his jeans before a harsh slap reverberated from her left butt cheek. She gasped at the contact and she spread her legs a little wider, as much as she could with her jeans hanging around her knees.

She felt him teasing at her entrance, sticking himself in her juices as he ran his cock up and down her slit.

"Jacob.." she bit into her lip. This was all but a gentle interaction, not quite how she fantasized about things. Nonetheless, she didn't quite expect much more from someone like him, and yet with all these thoughts roaming her mind, she just wanted him within her, for him to use her as he will.

"Ask me nicely."

She bit into her lip and closed her eyes. She didn't want to admit it, admit she thought about him, admit she wanted him buried inside her, wanted him to take control of her and use her. She didn't want him to know how much she wanted this but she knew it was the way to what she needed right now.

"Jacob, please.."

The answer seemed to suffice as she felt him push into her. She half expected him to roughly thrust into her all the way but to hr surprise h pushed into her slowly as she'd allow, waiting for her body to adjust when he was buried in her to the hilt.  

"Fuck." He groaned as he held her hips to him, bruisingly she felt his fingers curl around her hips.

Rook pulled a bit and pushed back when the pain subsided, eliciting a deep groan from him mingled with her own moan.

"Shit.." she heard him breathe before he slammed into her. Over and over she felt him hit deep within her with a pace that made her dizzy. The front of her legs hit the desk and she could hear it move every so often. Moans fell from her lips unchecked as she lay there, exposed and so very full. She never wanted to end, the way he knew just how to angle his hips to make her cry out for him. The thoughts of whether or not someone heard her, had disappeared from her mind before she had a chance to even fully develop them. All she knew was the ecstasy being pushed into her time and time again.

Jacob looked at her, the way his cock disappeared within her, the way she took him without any protest, the way she called out to him. She was especially beautiful at this moment. His right hand moved from the spot where he was clutching her hips and tangled it within her soft hair, pulling her body back and eliciting another scream as he used it to slam deeper into her.

He could feel she was getting close with her walls fluttering around him. He leaned down, pressing a kiss between her shoulder blades before he spoke to her, his voice low and demanding.

"Come for me, baby. Let me feel you."

Rook felt her world fell apart with a nickname so unfamiliar yet he said it so easily. Her body fell into oblivion as she came. Her walls clenched around him tightly but he didn't stop pushing into her. She screamed something that vaguely sounded like his name but she couldn't be sure as she saw white and the utter bliss coursed through her veins unchecked.

Moments later Jacob gave an animalistic groan and came inside her, ribbon after ribbon of his hot seed coated her walls and he stayed like that for a few seconds, catching his breath before pulling out and watching as both of their pleasure ran down her leg.

They were both breathing heavy and she had stayed where he placed her for a while as she tried to find her way back to herself.

He had pulled her up by snaking a hand around her middle and turned her to face him. It seemed almost sweet as he placed a strand of hair behind her ear but she knew better than to put any stake in that. Her cheeks were flushed and she was still breathing heavy, swaying a bit on her feet.

She looked at him, wondering what he was thinking. Would he put her back in the cage now or try to convince her to accept her fate or perhaps he would just end her here and now, not that she'd mind, his next words to her would surely break any illusion that she might've had about what just occurred.

"If you could only accept the truth, this wouldn't be so hard " Jacob sighed. "You defy me at every turn except when you're under me." A small smirk ghosted over his features.

He took a breath and placed her on the desk, pulling his pants up and burying himself from her sight.

"Let's get you cleaned up and we'll continue the conversation I was trying to have with you before and this time you won't escape it so easily."

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tagged by @leather-nomad on my main! I’ve done vanessa and marian here !

not sure who hasn’t done this but if u see this and wanna do it tag me!

general-

name: elenore lucia parker

alias(es): elle, dep, rook

gender: female (she/her)

age: 30

birthdate: november 14, 1989

place of birth: hope county, montana

hometown: i guess fall’s end counts?

spoken language(s): english, bits and pieces of spanish

sexual preference: bisexual

occupation: sheriff’s deputy, merc (cp77)

appearance-

eye color: brown

hair color: naturally a dark brown, dyed blonde/brown roots blonde ends

height: 5'4”

scars: she gets a long one on her face at some point. there’s some other nondescript ones too she has

favorite-

color: green

hair color: no preference

song: where did the party go by fall out boy

food: anything fried basically, she orders a lot from the spread eagle cus bestie can’t cook 💛 her tab there is so long 💛

drink: too many,,,she likes certain beers,,, coffee, sometimes she likes water

have they-

passed university: no

had sex: yes

had sex in public: maybe

gotten pregnant: yes

kissed a boy: yes

kissed a girl: yes

gotten tattoos: yes

gotten piercings: yes

been in love: …yes 😒

stayed up for more than 24 hours: yes

are they-

a virgin: no

a cuddler: she has to be persuaded

a kisser: yes

scared easily: no

jealous easily: …maybe (girl get help)

dominant: depends

submissive: depends

in love: yea😒

single: no

random questions (tw for self harm/suicide mention)-

have they harmed themselves: not on purpose!

thought of suicide: no

attempted suicide: no

wanted to kill someone: yes

have / had a job: yes

have any fears: being/dying alone, losing everything the usual

family-

sibling(s): one, emily parker(sister)

parent(s): margarita moreno-parker and thomas parker

children: the twins, margo and daniel seed (has w/ john)

significant other: lowkey verse dependent, most of the time it’s john seed, sometimes she has something going on with faith seed, she’s all over the place cus then she also has her cyberpunk au LADY IS A MESS LET ME TELL U

pet(s): boomer and penny

[western-writer]

New Beginnings

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Warnings: mentions of killing one's self, slight language, slight descriptions of death, and mentions of death itself

Summary: When the Resistance accidentally almost gets the Deputy killed, members take a step back to evaluate their actions. When Dep finally wakes, she's troubled about her health and is unsure how to move on with life.

A/n: this isn't edited but I've been working on this one for a really long time and I honestly love how it turned out so enjoy!

The stillness and lack of gun power in the air made some residents of Hope County question if yesterday's events actually happened.

Mary May stands behind the bar, leaned on the counter and being supported by a single arm. The other arm is occupied with the task of bringing her drink to her lips so she can nurse the strong beverage. Her eyes are glossy. Her mind is off in a distant place. She wishes nothing more than to leave.

The rising sun's light leaks into the bar as the door opens and disappears as the door shuts. Pastor Jerome Jefferies enters, sharing a forlorn look with Mary May. He strides toward her and takes a seat on a barstool.

"Penny for your thoughts," Jerome murmurs, pouring himself a glass of the dark liquid.

Mary May inhales sharply before breaking her gaze on a barstool scratch on the wooden floor.

"Was yesterday actually real or did I just have an incredibly vivid, terrible dream?" She pushes herself up on the counter, now leaning on the heel of her hand.

"Unfortunately, all too real," Jerome responds regretfully.

Mary May sighs. Blood on her hand catches her eye and she jumps, pained by the sight. Pastor Jerome catches this and follows her eyes.

"You should wash that off," he advises.

Nodding slowly, Mary May takes a wet wash rag from the counter and wipes her hands off and then tosses the rag into the trash. For that one, she thinks, it's best to just throw away.

She runs both hands over her face, muttering a question to Pastor Jerome. "Why'd we do it? Why the HELL did we do it?"

"People do some stupid things when they're scared," he answers. "That doesn't make it right, but it makes us human."

"I wish humans weren't so stupid," Mary May says angrily.

Laying in a bed in a coma is Rook. Beside her is a very, very angry Kim Rye. She told the Resistance it was a bad idea. She told them to trust the Deputy. They didn't listen and it almost cost Rook her life. It still might.

Her husband, Nick, enters the room and stands in the doorway meekly. He knows he's part of the reason Rook is where she is, and he doesn't know if Kim will ever forgive him for his part.

"How's she doin'?" he questions.

Kim responds without looking at him. "Still pretty fucking lifeless, Nick. She's being kept alive by machines."

He stares at Rook, at where he knows the bullets pierced her body. He wants to say something else. He should say something else, but he can't bring himself to. His chest aches, ridden with guilt.

"If she doesn't wake up..." Kim starts to say before taking a breath to calm herself. "If she doesn't wake up, Nick... I will NEVER forgive you. Do you understand that?"

Nick sighs. "I understand. I won't forgive myself either."

Sharky hadn't slept all night. The image of Rook's unmoving body in a pool of her own blood is burned into his brain. Everytime he shut his eyes he saw it, almost like it was tattooed on the inside of his eye lids. He was stupid and he knew it. Rook always made the right call when it came down to it. What made him think this time would be any different? He couldn't bring himself to trust the cult to keep their word, and in turn, that meant he didn't trust Rook.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," he mutters to himself, pacing his trailer. The words rolled out of his mouth over and over until he couldn't bare to talk anymore.

"Goddammit, Shark," he cusses himself. "You really fucked it this time."

He couldn't pull himself out of his dread long enough to go see her. He isn't sure if he even wants to see her in the first place. Seeing her like that... he's not sure he'll be able to bounce back from it, especially if Rook doesn't make it.

An ear piercing scream rips through the air, giving the echoing sound of the gun shot that just fired a run for it's money. A collective gasp and stunned scream comes from bystanders as the unarmed follower drops to her knees, blood spurting from the bullet hole in her neck. Nick's plane flies over them, dropping bombs uncomfortably close to them, which sends everyone into a panic.

Rook dives into cover as the cult begins to return fire. She's weaponless which makes her helpless. Frantically, Rook looks around, hoping to find a discarded weapon. Her eyes land on one not far from her, dropped on the ground presumably by the now dead body next to it. She waits until an opening and makes a break for the weapon, but she falls short when a large boot comes into contact with her face. The force of the kick knocks her onto her back and she peers up at the culprit.

"Was this a set up!?" the Chosen member in front of Rook screams at her. This particular Chosen happened to have a gun, and was now pointing it right at Rook.

"No! No! Of course not!" Rook shouts back, trying desperately to be heard over the gunfire. She looks around, hoping to see Joseph somewhere, but, of course, Joseph is no where to be found. She cusses to herself, knowing he would believe her when she said this was not her idea.

"Awfully convenient," he remarks, rounding on her like a predator stalks it's prey. Her heart is pounding in her chest as she watches the barrel of the gun circle her.

Gunfire around them seemed to cease as the only thing Rook could hear was the sound of his boots hitting the ground. Then, three gun shots fire off and the world goes silent. Two bullet land themselves in Rook's chest and the third in the head of the cultist that just shot Rook.

The fight lasted no more than a few minutes before the cultist got his hands on Rook, yet claimed many lives, starting with the unarmed cultist and potentially ending with Rook.

Rook had laid in her own blood for almost thirty seconds before someone came to her aid. Mary May was quick to put press on the wounds. Eventually, under Joseph's order, his doctor's rushed her away for emergency surgery. The rest of them were left at the battle site, wondering if Rook would pull through.

"I knew it was a bad idea," Eli mumbled, unsure if anyone was listening. "You all were so angry when I said not to participate and look what happened!"

The Whitetails in front of Eli cringe at his loud voice. They're now thankful they didn't participate in the bloodbath that might take the Deputy away.

"You were right, Eli," Wheaty responds. "I'm sorry for ever doubting you."

"Eli, come on. You have to admit that we had absolutely no reason to believe that the cult would really back down if we did."

"You're right, Tammy. We had no reason to trust the cult, but we had every reason to trust Dep. Look at all she's done for us, at everything she's been through because of the cult. She just wanted peace and the rest of them couldn't let her have that."

Silence falls over the small crowd and Eli sighs, setting his bow down on the table.

"I'm going to see her. I advise that you all just stay here."

Standing outside the room, Eli hears multiple voices and comes to the conclusion that one of them belongs to Kim Rye. She hasn't left Rook's side since she came here.

"Thank you... for, you know, taking care of her."

"Of course," another female voice responds. It sounds familiar to Eli but he can't quite place it. After a pause and a heavy sigh, Eli enters the room. He finds Kim sitting in a chair beside the bed, Faith Seed administering medicine. Kim turns and sees Eli. She stands up and walks over to hug him quickly.

"Thank you for coming," Kim says to him. Eli nods to her and then Faith.

"Faith," he says, nodding his head as if he's tipping a hat. "How's she doin'?"

"She's making progress," Faith responds. "She was lucky that both bullets didn't kill her on impact. These bullets could've easily hit her heart. It would've been over before it started."

Eli sighs and pulls up a chair, sitting beside Kim.

"All we can do is keep her comfortable and keep infection from setting in. The machines will do the rest until her body can take over."

"When do you think that will be?"

"We can't be sure, if I'm being honest. Maybe she'll just wake up."

Kim smiles sadly. "I'll never forget her rolling up to the airstrip in Nick's plane like she owned the place. That's how I knew she was different than the rest. That's the moment I was sure she was our hope." Kim glances at Eli, then back at Rook. "Have you talked to any of the Resistance?"

"Not besides my Whitetails. Have you?"

"Just Nick."

"I wonder how the others are coping..."

"I imagine not well," Faith pipes up. "Everyone I talk to talks so highly of her, even some followers. She's a force to be reckoned with, I know that first hand." Faith smiles a bit before it falls. "Can I ask you both something?"

"Sure," Eli and Kim respond.

"Would both have been satisfied with a peace treaty? Like, actually satisfied or would you have rathered to eradicate us but settled for peace?"

It takes the two of them a minute to respond. Eventually Kim speaks up.

"If I'm being honest, I wasn't pleased with it at first. It was only after talking to Dep about a lot did I come around to being at peace with the idea."

"Same here. It definitely took a lot of contemplating, but at the end of the day, I came around thanks to Dep."

"Why? You both spoke so openly about wishing death on my family. What changed?"

Kim and Eli share a look before Kim answers for the both of them. "I think both Eli and I can agree that it was seeing what this fight was doing to Dep. She was constantly anxious and paranoid. She didn't sleep and when she did the nightmares made it pointless. The weight of the county was on her shoulders and it wasn't fair. If living peacefully with you all meant Dep would finally have peace, it was worth it."

A small smile makes it way onto Faith's lips. "I think in a different life her and I could've been friends..."

Footsteps behind them pull the three of them out of their conversation to look behind them. Walking up the hallway is Deputy Pratt followed closely by Jacob Seed. Pratt's eyes go wide when he sees her.

"W-w-what happened to her?" he questions, moving to stand beside her bed.

"Shot," Jacob answers gruffly.

"How?" Pratt responds.

"While trying to discuss a peace treaty with Eden's Gate," Faith answers before Jacob can, effectively silencing whatever insensitive answer Jacob had.

Jacob rolls his eyes at her, leaning against the doorframe.

"What happened to the person that did this?" Staci asks, looking around at everyone.

"I dealt with him personally," Jacob answers coldly.

Staci looks away from Jacob and back to Rook. He hoped she'd never have to be in this position.

Days went by and the worry through out the county intensified. Rook wasn't showing any signs of waking up anytime soon. Finally, after ten days and being in a coma she opened her eyes at 2:37 AM. Beside her still in a restless sleep was Kim Rye. Kim's eyes shot open the moment she sensed Rook being awake.

"Oh, my God, Deputy!" Kim exclaimed, jumping up and running to her. "I'm gonna take this tube out of your mouth, okay?" Rook nods back slightly and very carefully Kim pulls the tube out of her throat.

Rook groans, looking at her bandaged body and fighting the rasp in her throat to say something. She can't find the words but Kim knows exactly what she's trying to say.

"You-you were shot, Deputy. Point blank in the chest twice. While you were trying to negotiate peace." Kim chokes up a little bit, overwhelmed by happiness.

Rook's eyes dart around the ceiling as so many questions bounce in her head.

"I'll explain more later, but right now we need to get you checked out. We have to make sure you haven't sustained any serious damage besides the obvious." Kim puts her hand on Rook's shoulder before turning to walk out of the room. She stops before exiting and turns back to Rook. "It's good to see you awake, Deputy. We were -I was - starting to wonder if you'd ever wake up."

Two weeks after waking up Rook was ready to sit up. After two months she was standing, something they feared she may never do again, and only a month after that she was walking again with help.

Many people around the county came to her aid, offering to help her with whatever she needed. They did a great job at keeping her occupied and entertained. When she was well enough, many would take her for short car rides around the county, and Nick even took her up in his plane once.

Dep had almost no memory of that day. She remembers laying on the ground with a gun in her face and then waking up in the hospital bed. Kim, though, took the liberty of filling her in, explaining what the Resistance did. At first Rook was angry. She was so angry that they doubted her so much that they took such drastic measures. But she saw the guilt the carried when they'd visit her. She could hear it in their words and see it in their actions. They were trying so hard to make it up to her.

Eventually, Rook was able to let go of her anger towards them and be able to understand why they did it. While it doesn't excuse their actions, it certainly helped Rook understand. Her understanding was what led her to forgiving.

Talk of a peace agreement began to circle the county when Rook made an off hand comment about intending to follow through with that once she was fully recovered. Though true, Rook was worried about her health. While the bullets missed her heart, she sustained damage to her lungs and spinal cord. Rook doesn't vocalize these fears until a night where Jacob was tasked with watching her overnight.

She sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the floor when Jacob entered with dinner for them both. He sets the bag down next to her and takes a seat beside the bed. She reaches for it, opening it.

"Chicken tenders, fuck yeah," she says, pulling the food out of the bag.

Jacob props his feet up on the chair beside him and takes a bit of his burger. Rook slowly eats her food.

"So, you still wanna go through with a peace agreement, huh?"

Rook looks up at him cautiously, surprised that he's making conversation.

"I would like to, yes," Rook answers.

Jacob grunts a reply. He was never a fan of the idea of surrender. But Joseph said it's what God wants, and what Joseph says, goes.

"I wouldn't expect you to like the idea, Jacob. But the amount of relief I felt when Joseph agreed was astronomical. Like a huge weight off my shoulders."

Jacob looks up at her. She's staring at the floor again.

"I guess my relief wasn't long lived." She takes a long, ragged breath and takes another bite.

"You know," he starts. "When I first saw you in that church, my expectations for you were so low, but you proved me wrong."

"I don't think that counts of a compliment, Jake."

Jacob rolls his eyes. "It's not supposed to be one. I was just sayin'."

Rook sighs and carefully slides back, moving to lay on the bed. She tries to move her leg without using her hands. Jacob watches her for a second before she gives up and uses her hands to lift each leg onto the bed. She leans back, staring right at the ceiling. She glances at him and he can tell that something is on her mind. He recognizes the look.

"Spill it," he demands. "Something's bothering you. Spill it."

"Like you care," Rook responds.

"I don't," Jacob snaps back. "But if I have to deal with that fuckin' look on your face all night, I'll kill myself."

Rook sighs, looking down at her legs. "I'm worried about my health, Jacob. The bullets damaged a lung and my spinal cord."

Jacob stares at her.

"The fact that I have any feeling in my legs is a miracle... but I may never be able to walk without assistance ever again. And even if I can, my bad lung will make it nearly impossible to do anything ever again. I probably won't be able to work at all, let alone go back to being a cop."

"Why'd you wanna go back to your job after everything?"

Rook smiles a bit. "I've never felt like I belong more than when I'm in that uniform. And now I'm not even 30 and my career is over. I felt so... content being able to help people and now that chance is gone. Early retirement here I come."

"You're afraid that you'll never have a purpose again, right?"

Rook stops before slowly nodding.

Jacob sits there calmly and Rook continues to ramble on and he actually listens. He surprised at all the information she reveals to him. He never would've guessed that all that had been going on inside her head. Finally, she pauses and Jacob decides to interject.

"You've got something goin' for you, Deputy. More than I ever did when I was discharged from the army."

Rook stops, looking at him and wondering where this is going. "And what would that be, Jacob?"

Jacob sighs, leaning back in his chair. "You've got a whole county dedicated to you, Dep. That's more than I can say for myself. I was a mess before Joseph found me. But these people... they won't let that happen to you. I know they won't. They feel too guilty and care about you too much. You'll find your purpose, Dep. It'll just take a little time."

Rook is stunned by Jacob's words, and so is Jacob himself. But the words are burned into her brain whether she wants them to be or not.

Rook heals more and begins to become more mobile. As she promised, she follows through with the peace agreement and the whole county shows up to witness history. Only when she's standing there in front of all the people she had fought for and fought against does she finally understand the meaning of Jacob's words. She doesn't need to be a cop to help people. She's helping them right now. She's bringing peace to their home.

It takes some time after peace settled in the county for things to go back to normal. Rook, being tired of staying at home doing nothing began to search for jobs she could do with her limited mobility and damaged lung. It was difficult and after a while she began to lose hope. Then, out of no where she received a letter from Jacob explaining to her to per the peace agreement, he was converting the Vet's Center back to an actual sanctuary for lost and broken veterans that need help getting back on their feet. In the letter, Jacob offers her a management position, claiming her to be the best person for the job that he knows. He understands that the job might a little bit demanding for her given her health, but he's willing to work with her on it if she agrees.

Rook is floored by this surprisingly kind gesture and she takes the job on the spot.

Working along side Jacob like this, she learns so much more about him and his family that she never would've learned otherwise.

One day, while they're working, Jacob admits to her that he was the one that killed the person that shot her.

"I didn't even think about it. We arrived to the chaos and when I saw him shoot you I just... acted."

"You saved my life that day, Jacob. Who knows how many more times he would've shot me."

Jacob nods, almost dismissively, but now she just knows that's how he is. Somehow, in a round a bought sort of way, they became friends. They all did. Resistance members were now actively helping members of Eden's Gate with random projects and visa versa. None of the ever thought that this would come from a truce, but they all agree that it feels good to have a new beginning. It feels good to feel safe again. And that's all thanks to Rook.

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prompt #11 with ryan?? 👀

Hehehehahhaha you certainly know how to pick them.

11. “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

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An obnoxious familiar tone broke the silence and a clear female voice crackled to life over the radio.

“Attention Hope County Ambulance, please respond to 280 Main St, Fall’s End for the unknown medical at this time. Police are already on scene.”

Ryan groaned loudly and blindly reached for his radio, “S-36 responding 280 Main St.”

“Received. I have you responding. We will update you. 03:24.”

“Fucking, Nancy.” Ryan rolled his eyes as he rolled out of bed and grabbed the nearest shirt and pants within reach.

Slipping on his boots and radio strap in the same fluid motion he grabbed his keys and rushed out the door. He made a half assed attempt to push back his hair from his face as he made his way down to the base. Somewhere in his flurry of activity he must have missed another EMT signing on because when he arrived he saw the newbie standing out front of the base still struggling to punch in the code to get in. The kid looked relieved to see him.

Ryan just shook his head and smiled good naturedly, “what would y’all do without your big bad medic?”

The newbie just looked nervously and shuffled inside, “should I drive?”

Ryan raised an eyebrow, “have you ever driven a response before?”

“No, but-“

Ryan winked and tossed the keys, “no time to learn like the present!”

The newbie looked pale as he got into the driver seat. He looked a little lost fumbling with the keys. Oh, to be new again. Ryan couldn’t help but lean in and say, “Oh yeah, if you wreak the truck, you’re fired.”

Ryan tried to stifle his giggle as even more color drained from the newbie’s face, “Uh...”

Ryan was pretty sure he didn’t have any room to talk considering back in New York he demolished a parked car with an ambulance. They still made him supervisor, but still wasn’t one of his finest moments.

“And just as a warning, unknown medical could be anything from I’m lonely and called 911 to I’m bleeding out on the floor.”

“Uh.” The newbie couldn’t seem to get any more words out of his mouth.

“What is your call sign again?”

“B-45?” The newbie stuttered.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Let’s go! We have an emergency!” Ryan ushered the newbie to pull out of the garage and start up the lights and sirens.

Reaching above them he grabbed hold of the radio in the truck, “S-36 and B-45 en route.”

“Received. Be advised updated as MVA with ETOH. One patient.” Nancy’s voice crackled back.

Ryan rolled his eyes, “received.”

ETOH. Drunk person. MVA. Motor vehicle accident of some sort. Always a fun combo.

The newbie shakily drove them to the scene and as they parked, Ryan hopped out to see the events unfold before them. The newest rookie deputy was wrangling a very angry looking peggie next to what looked like a demolished, on fire ATV. On the other side, being arrested, was one infamous Sharky Boshaw. He looked relatively unharmed. Ryan smiled, he definitely seen Sharky around a few times. Mostly for public intoxication. The dude had a penchant for fire too though which he assumed is what happened to that poor peggie’s ATV.

Ryan shook his head and swung around the side of the ambulance and pulled out the large heavy orange box dubbed “the drug box” before walking over to the chaos. He had a feeling he was gonna need it.

The peggie was bleeding from the head wildly and cursing Sharky’s name. It would have been pretty funny if the peggie didn’t look so beat up. The poor rookie was trying their best to calm down and restrain the flailing and angry peggie while avoiding the blood spray.

“Sir, I need you to-“ Ryan didn’t even finish his sentence before the peggie turned on him and spat in his face.

“YOU FILTHY SINNERS ARE GONNA GET YOUR ASSES KICKED BY FATHER JOSEPH!” The peggie ranted, “HE WILL TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB!”

First off, Ryan had seen this Father before and he did not strike him as the type of guy to tear anyone limb from limb. He might preach until you keeled over and died, but certainly not the dismemberment type. That seemed more like his brother Jacob’s specialty.

“Ok, um.” Ryan blindly reached around for the bag that the newbie had brought over for some of the water to rinse off his face.

He turned to the deputy, “so he’s definitely getting sectioned, right?”

Section 12 was for anyone one who is a danger to themselves or others or people who are not alert and oriented. It basically allows these people to be taken to the hospital against their will. Taking one look at this man he checked just about all the boxes.

“Hahaha yeah, just tell me where you wanna send him,” the Dep nodded while holding onto one arm the best they could while bringing the other down behind them to finally put them in handcuffs.

“Great,” Ryan turned his focus back to the angry peggie. “You, my friend, are gonna to met my friend ketamine!”

Ryan bent down and unlocked the drug box with his keys and drew up a dose of Ketamine for the raging man. The deputy held him as still as possible while Ryan tried to inject him. The peggie quickly settled down as soon as the drug hit his system.

“Sir, can we try this again. Can you tell me what happened...” Ryan waved his hand in front of the man’s face.

The peggie ignored him and seemed to suddenly notice all the blood around him in horror, “is this all mine!?”

“Yeah, that why it’s important that you-”

“If I die, I’m gonna haunt your ass.” The peggie whispered this time.

“I did not know that peggies believed in that shit.” Rook scratched their head.

“I’m pretty sure they don’t. He’s even more out of his mind than normal.” The newbie quipped.

“Damn doc, I want whatever you gave him!” Sharky popped his head up.

“Hi Sharky, I’m still not a doctor. I’m a paramedic.” Ryan smiled as they sat the peggie down onto the stretcher.

“Sorry, medic. I’m a litttle bit drunk right now. Had at least two beers...” Sharky laughed.

Ryan watched in amusement as Sharky was pulled away. They always say two beers, but in reality it might be more like two dozen.

“I don’t know how you do it.” Rook shook their head as they handed Ryan the paperwork, “all these crazy bastards.”

“Aw where’s your sense of adventure. The crazy people are the best part!” Ryan said with the biggest shit eating grin.

Damn. It’s 4:15 AM in Hope County, Montana and Ryan was already having a fantastic day.