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eleni-cherie · 1 year

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among thieves ✨ || bts • pjm

- epilogue

"what even am I to you? your rival, your lover, an obstacle or am I supposed to be your coffin?"

about two thieves who can't live with nor without each other. and a joint past that comes back to threaten them.

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, very flirty jimin, friends/rivals/exes to lovers (it's complicated, ok?!) f2l e2l ex2l all members play a role in this story!

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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several years later

Tainan, Taiwan

Jimin took a sip from his ice coffee and flipped a page in the book he was reading.

The evening sun was bathing the building in a warm shade, a comfortably mild summer atmosphere being created. Some children ran through the streets to get to the nearest park with lots of laughter and screams. Almost bumping into two women who were chatting while carrying their groceries.

He turned another page when sensing someone taking a seat on the free chair on the other side of his table. He didn't need to look up to know who it was though. The café being not overly crowded, and he had already seen him enter from the corner of his eye.

"You finally found me."

"Who said I ever lost track of you?"

Jimin perked up with a lopsided smirk, arching a brow at him. "What took you so long then?"

Seokjin laughed out, shaking his head. "Choosing a country that isn't an interpol member to settle down.. you knew what you were doing."

Closing the book on his lap, he took another sip from his coffee.

"Oh, is that so? I just came here for the nice weather," he said innocently, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he looked at his former antagonist. It felt strange somehow, having him simply sit there casually next to him without him trying to arrest him. Who would've thought a day like this would ever come. "And how comes you pay me a visit now?"

The older man shrugged, leaning back in his seat. "Been awhile since the last time I saw you, so I thought why not spending my vacation here?'"

Jimin nodded understanding and smiled at him. "And how've you been?"

He shrugged. "Oh, you know.. after you guys became inactive, it became quite boring."

"Aw."

"No, that wasn't a compliment."

"It sounded like one though."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Seokjin sighed, "But you know, it became boring and you know, I ain't getting younger either. So after I got married, I decided to take it easier and stepped down from the leader position. I focus more on paperwork now."

Jimin's eyes widened in shock as he straightened himself. Unable to imagine some random office sitter in the leader position. "And who's the leader in the theft divison now?"

"Blake."

"Oh!" he exclaimed and relaxed into his previous position, "I can see that. She always seemed eager to prove herself to you."

"And she did."

"Kinda sad for Jungkookie though, isn't it?"

"Nah," Seokjin waved at him, shaking his head, "He never was interested in that position. He still works there with her though."

Jimin couldn't keep himself from laughing at the thought of Skylar and Jungkook together and her giving him orders while he obeyed like a good subordinate. "You know, I always felt like the two were into each other and ever since I tried setting them up.."

A teasing grin spread on Seokjin's features. "Since when are you so invested in other people's love life?"

He only shrugged and dragged a dramatic sigh. "Can't help it, I'm such a romantic."

Seokjin laughed under his breath. "To be honest, I sometimes felt the same," he admitted then, "And I still think it whenever I catch them looking at each other. Perhaps it was their professionalism that kept them from going further."

"Or perhaps they're just dating in secret."

He perked up at this, seeing Jimin wiggling his brows at him. "You think so?"

"I might or might not have my sources."

The older man laughed out, nodding. "Well, good for them then."

"But wait!" Jimin exclaimed then, suddenly having processed something else. "You said you got married? To Yongsun?"

Seokjin's eyes widened, realising he had indeed mentioned it. He bit back a smile, confirming it again with a quick nod. "Yeah.."

"And I wasn't invited to the wedding?" Jimin faked offence to which Seokjin grinned.

"Figured you wouldn't have wanted to get arrested."

"True. But since you only met her thanks to me, I still think I deserved it."

"It surely wasn't thanks to you.."

"Now, don't be so unfair," Jimin pouted, "You wouldn't have been at that ship if I hadn't planned to steal the 'black star'." He was referring to the party a CEO of one of the biggest korean companies had thrown for his wife's birthday two years ago. And that wife had happened to own a very valuable black pearl, which she was wearing on a spray brooch and which the gang had been after. "So technically, I deserved an invitation."

Seokjin groaned in annoyance, getting tired of their quarrel. "You know what? I take it back. It's been great since you retired. I finally got some peace."

"Rude considering I practically introduced you to her."

"You didn't 'introduce' her to me!" Seokjin objected with a laugh, "You pushed her on me when I was running after you!"

"Still counts - you're married now, aren't you?" Jimin pointed out with a sly grin.

He wasn't able to disagree with that. So he gave up with an exhausted sigh.

"So?" Seokjin coughen then in hopes of changing topics and looked around. "And where's the rest?"

"Thought you had kept track on all of us."

"I did," he corrected, "But since interpol doesn't have any resources here, it wasn't too easy and there're some gaps."

Jimin hummed, stirring his coffee with the straw.. "Well, Taehyungie and his wife live nearby."

"You mean Cassandra?"

"Oh, you even got her name! Impressive!"

"Aish, stop with the sarcasm! Of course I know all your associates! I hunted you guys for years after all." Seokjin rolled his eyes before adding with a smirk, "And I was pretty good at it."

Jimin couldn't stop laughing, finding it always amusing how his opponent reacted when getting upset. "Never doubted your skills."

"So the two live nearby."

He nodded. "Yeah, she works at a hospital here."

"And Yoongi?"

"Right now, he's at one of the temples in the mountains. Meditating, training or whatever," Jimin snorted, drinking the last bit of coffee. He always found it quite lame whenever Yoongi got in one of his 'monk moods' - as Jimin called them - every few years and just disappeared for awhile to disconnect from everything. But perhaps he was just a little envious of that skill, since he himself could never do it. "But knowing him, he'll be back in the city in a few weeks."

Seokjin hummed. The corners of his lips shaping a cocky smile. "Needless to ask where Arabella ended up, right?"

"Right," a grin tucking on Jimin's full lips. His glance falling down to his watch then. "I'm actually waiting here for her. She should come any minute now."

"To be honest," Seokjin began then with a light frown on his soft features, "I always knew you guys would retire some day. I just assumed it'd be along with me."

"Well, you know we aren't in our early twenties anymore and besides.. some priorities shifted with time."

Seokjin hummed. Understanding it in a way. After all, same applied to him by now. Still he couldn't help wondering what priorities had changed for Jimin and why.

A black Harley Davidson came to an abrupt halt in front of them then. Arabella taking her helmet off, her hair swaying as it fell over her shoulders.

"Bella-baby, you're late!"

"I said around six, not exactly. Not my fault you came here too early," she huffed. Her eyes widening when spotting the man next to him. "Pops, you here?"

She was actually quite happy to see Seokjin again, having kind of missed him - as weird as it sounded. She had been so used of having him always on their back, it was weird it wasn't the case anymore.

Seokjin, however, didn't seem as pleased. The old nickname cuasing him to roll his eyes. "Seriously, when will you guys ever quit calling me 'pops'?"

"Probably never, it's your nickname for a reason after all."

He laughed under his breath. "You never told me the reason though."

Arabella and Jimin exchanged a look, giggling. "Isn't it obvious? You were always running after us and scolding us. Like a dad."

"And you're older than us, so it fit."

He was speechless for a moment. In a way that stupid nickname that he had secretly grown fond of, made sense. It was even somehow cute, in a very weird and twisted way. He coughed then, feeling his ears becoming red. "I've got to go now," he announced and stood up, "Can't let Yong wait alone for too long. See you guys." He waved at them as he walked away. Only to shortly turn around then with a smirk. "Oh, but before I forget.. You don't coincidentally know anything about that stolen jade statue that is all over the local newpapers?"

Arabella and Jimin looked at each other, before giving him an innocent shrug. Shaking their heads. "No, why would we? We're retired now, remember?"

"Right. Right," Seokjin let out a loud laugh. Not being convinced at all. "Well, see you then."

As he disappeared around the corner, a frowned settled on Arabella's features. "He didn't buy it, did he?"

"So what?" Jimin shrugged and picked up his book, shoving it inside his jacket. "He can't do anything about it as long as we don't leave the country."

They might've officially retired a few months ago, but that didn't mean they'd be dead. After all they'd never be the kind to be content with a 'normal' life. Even if there was no one to hunt them anymore, neither from interpol nor from any organization - Namjoon and Hoseok having liquidated 'owl inc' and its branches only a year ago - they still wanted to keep the excitement, thrill and fun. Just in smaller portions here and there.

"Anyway, let's go."

Arabella tossed him the second helmet before putting her own on and he got on the bike behind her. His arms wrapping around her waist, purposely way too high to be closer to her boobs and she rolled her eyes. Already used to his attics.

She switched the ignition button on, her foot kicking up the kickstand. "By the way," he spoke up then, propping his chin on her shoulder with an arched brow as he curiously looked up to her. "Don't you think it'd be better not to drive the bike for now? You know, because of the.." His eyes pointed down at her belly before returning to her.

She kind of wanted to be annoyed at him for even suggesting this, but then again she understood his worries. She pecked his cheek. "When the bump starts showing, I will," she smiled and squeezed the clutch lever all the way to the grip. His arms tightening around her.

And they drove off.

THE END

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-thank you all for reading this story! it was fun writing something totally new for once, so hope you also had fun reading it!

❗ the sequel a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg is out as well!

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pretend-i-do-not-exist · 3 months

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Hi! Get To Know Me

General Info:

Name: Skylar

Age: Minor

Socials: Discord - starlight_2475

Tiktok - Skyterm2475

Music: Absolute favs atm are Starset, Lovejoy, Waterparks, All Time Low, Set It Off and Alec Benjamin but my music taste is pretty broad

Fandoms:

Current Hyperfixation: Obey Me (On Lesson 24-7)

Other Fandoms: ROTMNT, TMNT 2012, Voltron: Legendary Defenders, Sonic Prime, Mario, Ducktales, Gravity Falls, DSMP (Tommy POV)

^ ^ Funnily enough I'm not up to speed on a large majority of these but I thought I'd include them anyway so we can talk about them :)

Favourites: ▪︎ Obey Me - Satan & Belphegor

▪︎ ROTTMNT - Leon

▪︎ TMNT 2012 - Leo & Donnie

▪︎ Voltron - Keith & Lance

▪︎ Sonic Prime - Tails & Shadow

▪︎ Mario - Princess Peach

▪︎ Ducktales - Dewey

▪︎ Gravity Falls - Dipper

▪︎ DSMP - Wilbur & Tommy

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casspurrjoybell-17 · 6 months

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HEART'S FATE - CHAPTER 54

*Warning Adult Content*

As Skylar West disappears from sight, dragged into the abyss by the weight of the rock chained to his tail, a yelp of agony rips itself from Martin Hunter's lungs.

He lunges at the barrier, as if he could somehow reach Skylar in time but Anemone throws her arms around his neck and holds him back.

"Martin. No. You can't help him now. He's... he's gone."

Her breath catches on a sob and trembles shake her thin frame.

Martin could easily throw her off but whether because of the power in her voice or because he simply lack the strength to resist the truth, his muscles go weak with grief and he collapses with a whimper.

"I'm sorry," Anemone whispers, laying her head atop his as she hugs him tight. "I'm so sorry, Martin."

A whine is all he can do to express similar sympathy but she understands.

As her tears wet his fur, pain fills Martin's chest, making it difficult to breathe.

"Martin?" Anemone sits up and shakes me lightly. "Martin."

He had stopped breathing altogether for a moment and rouse himself with an effort.

Between the remnants of his first mate-bond and now losing his second, the Devouring will almost certainly claim him.

'First, though, Natalis will pay.'

He gets to his feet, his limbs trembling and takes an unsteady step, head lowered and hackles raised.

Anemone grasps a handful of his fur, attempting to hold him back and he turns and snaps at her.

A wounded animal is the most dangerous sort and Martin is in too much pain to think clearly.

Undaunted, Anemone refuses to let him go.

Ill-advisedly, she gets in front of him, putting her face right in front of his.

Her eyes, fringed by long, ginger lashes, are the same ocean green as Skylar's.

"Martin, listen to me," she says, so intently he can't help but obey. "You won't win if you challenge her directly. Believe me, I know. But there's another way. Look."

From a pocket of her loose gown, she produces a familiar object.

Skylar's amulet.

"Help me," she says. "Help me find my mother's statue. If we can free her, she will have the power to stop Natalis and put her in her place."

Martin's heart aches with a burning mix of rage and sorrow and he wavers between warring impulses.

Part of him wants to find Natalis and tear her throat out and part wants to lie down, go to sleep and never wake up again.

She's right, though on his own, the first well-thrown spear will put an end to Martin's endeavor and he owes it to Skylar not to give in to despair just yet.

So he snorts, shakes out his fur and touches his nose to Anemone's forehead, a wolfish way of saying 'let's go.'

Grimly, she nods.

"I don't think Natalis can have moved the statue very far, not out of the palace, anyway and she'll have to have made the replica somewhere nearby as well. We'll search every room."

She rises, determination hardening the set of her jaw but Martin gently grasp her hand in his teeth and whine insistently.

They don't have time for that.

She shakes her head.

"I know. Natalis and her guards won't waste time now they've gotten rid of Sky. We'll just have to stay ahead of them as long as we can."

Martin nuzzles her hand.

Frowning, she unclasps it to reveal the amulet.

"You want this?"

He whines again.

Finally, understanding blooms on her face.

"Of course. It led Sky to you, maybe it will lead you to Mother. Here."

Bending, Anemone places it around his neck.

Sitting on his haunches, Martin tilts his head to the side in anticipation but the amulet is nothing but a cold weight upon his fur.

Then, faintly, he feels a trace of heat as the stone warms and a strange vibration like the buzz of a trapped insect fluttering it's wings.

Anemone watches anxiously.

"Anything?"

Martin snorts and gets to his feet, claws clicking on cold stone.

Experimentally, he takes a few steps in one direction, pauses, double backs and tries the other.

The amulet warms a little on the second try and the vibration increases.

He looks back at Anemone and barks softly.

The pain in his heart remains and fatigue makes his head spin but it feels ever so slightly good to be on even this tiny trace of a trail.

"Alright," she says. "You lead the way."

Her expression is set, though her voice trembles with fear.

Martin can't blame her, if he were related to Natalis, he'd be scared, too.

They set off, wending a chaotic path down corridors and flights of stairs.

The amulet's pull is constant but the layout of the palace prevents Martin from following it in a straight line.

Several times he turns to Anemone, confounded by some obstacle and relies on her knowledge of the floorplan to get them where they need to go.

Fortunately, she knows the place as well as any kid knows her childhood home and gets them back on track without fail.

Finally, they arrive in an area Martin recognizes, emerging from a passageway into the grand hall.

Anemone holds him back while she checks that the coast is clear but the palace remains eerily quiet.

"It won't last," she says, reading his mind. "But Natalis can't just disappear after what she did. There will be questions to answer and condolences to exchange. We've got a few minutes yet before she can slip away without raising more eyebrows than are already up."

Martin leans his head against her leg to signal his understanding and then trots out into the hall.

The click of his claws echoes in the massive space and Anemone tiptoes after him.

In the center of the open space, Martin pauses once more, uncertain but the amulet's direction is clear.

Pointing his snout towards the throne room, he imitates a hunting dog and growls.

"In there?" Anemone asks, resting her hand on his head. "Are you sure?"

Martin whines and nips at her fingers.

It makes no sense to him either.

It would be silly of Natalis to keep the real and the fake statues in the same room and Natalis is anything but silly and yet the amulet's pull is undeniable.

Anemone nods.

"Alright. I suppose if there's one place I'd never think to look, it's in plain sight."

A sound startles them both and the tell-tale tone of angry voices tells Martin, their time is nearly up.

Together, they dash to the throne-room doors, where Anemone throws them open and slams them shut at their backs.

"Quick. Help me with the barricade. That will buy us a bit more time," Anemone whispers breathlessly once we're safely inside.

Unsure how much use he'll be in this form, Martin stays close to her side but it seems the emotional support is enough.

The heavy wooden beam, perhaps once salvaged from the mast of a ship, rests in a groove parallel to the wall.

With one good shove, it slides along an oiled track and falls into place with a satisfying thunk, a clever design obviously intended for one person to use as a last resort.

"There," Anemone says, dusting off her hands and huffs. "That should hold them for a bit. Now, as for Mother..."

She chews her bottom lip and scans the rounded walls of the cupola, as if hoping to catch a glimpse of the statue the way one finally spots an illusive item in a seek-and-find game.

With a quiet yip, Martin begins his own investigation, running a quick circuit of the room, letting the amulet guide him.

The heat and vibrations are strongest near the place where the false throne once stood and on his second round of the room, he begins to despair.

What if, this whole time, the amulet had only been attracted to the lure of the place it's former owner had worn it last?

What if Natalis had lied and she'd actually destroyed her mother's form long ago?

With no answer in sight and suddenly drained of energy, he lies down, rests his head on his paws and shuts his eyes.

"Martin?" Anemone kneels at his side and lays her hand on his back. "Don't give up now. We're so close. We've got to be."

A whimper and a shiver are the best reply he can give.

Meanwhile, new sounds reach them from the hall and Natalis' voice breaks through the clamor.

Anemone shrinks against Martin and buries her face in his fur.

"Please," she whispers. "Please, Martin. Sky believed in you. He'd never have brought you here otherwise. I believe in you, too. The amulet led you here for a reason. I'm sure of it."

A shudder wracks his frame, making his wolf's teeth clack together.

He wants to believe her but the truth is Skylar maybe made a mistake or the amulet did, leading the handsome merman to him.

Just as it made a mistake now, leading Martin here.

'I, on the other hand, feel I should have known better than to believe myself worthy of happiness, should have known it was too good to be true.'

Grief weighs on his heart, as heavy as the stone bound to Skylar and the urge to sleep is strong.

If he shuts his eyes, he can conjure his lover in memory, just as he appeared when Martin first met him in the art room, that fateful afternoon, when his life began to come undone.

'No,' he thinks. 'No, my life was already undone. Sky put it back together, one act of love at a time.'

Maybe the amulet made a mistake, maybe Martin never deserved Skylar and never will but for whatever reason, Skylar chose Martin anyway.

The least he can do is try to put things right now.

With an effort, he opens his eyes and raises himself to his feet.

Giving Anemone a reassuring lick on the cheek, he trots over to where a drapery or curtain hangs in loose folds against a wall.

Nosing his way behind it, he Shifts.

"Martin?" Anemone's voice lifts with alarm as his wolfish whimpers become a human cry of pain. "What are you... oh."

He steps from behind the drapery, holding a fold of it in front of himself for modesty, as the amulet is all he wears.

"I can sense it better like this and I need to think," Martin says, pressing the warm gem against his bare skin.

His voice is rough and raspy and he leans on the wall for support.

"Is there... something I can use to cover myself?"

Anemone shakes her head.

"Never mind. I've seen a naked man before."

He only hesitates a moment.

Skylar said the Mer-folk had no qualms about nudity and now isn't the time to be shy.

Still, Anemone definitely looks when Martin lets go of the cloth and he's far from comfortable as he circles the room, doing his best to ignore the shouts and bangs from the other side of the door.

"They'll be through, soon," Anemone says, anxiously chewing a nail. "They'll have the hinges off."

"What's on the other side of this wall?" Martin asks, resting his hand against the stones as the amulet's vibrations subtly increase.

"Nothing," Anemone says, shrugging. "The sea."

"Is there another way out of here?"

"There's the viewing platform but it hasn't been used in ages."

"What is it?"

"Just a window, really. Sometimes when Mother gave important speeches it would be opened so people could gather and watch from outside."

"Show me."

Anemone joins Martin by the wall and presses a recessed panel.

A section of stone bricks lowers into the floor, revealing what appears to be glass but when he reached out, his fingers encounter something more like jelly.

It ripples beneath his touch and he suspects if he pushed hard enough, his hand would pass right through.

"Careful," Anemone says. "You can get out but not back in. For security, you know."

Withdrawing his hand, Martin studies the scene on the other side.

It looks like an overgrown, undersea field, full of waving kelp and glowing corals.

"She's out there," Martin says, somehow certain of it. "In the sea grass somewhere."

Anemone gasps.

"But that's... There must be a hectare of the stuff. It would take forever to search it. Much longer than you could hold your breath, anyway."

The shouts on the other side of the door grow louder and Martin hear wood splintering.

"We won't have to search the whole thing," Martin says. "The amulet will guide me right to her. Come on, it's that or face Natalis and her guards."

"Martin... you don't understand," Anemone lays her hand on my arm and gestures at the view with her other. "This is outside the palace walls. Outside the barrier. If you go out there, there's no quick way back in. You'll drown."

Martin looks at her and smiles.

"Not before I free the queen."

Her eyes fill with tears and the corners of her mouth tremble.

"How many people do I have to lose today?"

"Hopefully just one. And you'll get your mom back."

"I want Sky back more," she whispers.

"Me, too," Martin says, taking her hand. "Come on. Let's do this before they break through. It won't take them long to figure out where we've gone."

Anemone nods miserably but her eyes shine with determination as well as tears.

"Deep breath," she says.

'Last one for the win,' Martin thinks and fills his lungs.

Then, hand in hand, they step through the barrier and into the sea.

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rick-trager-b1tch · 8 days

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Rick calls Skylar into his office 😏

In the dark and eerie halls of the Murkoff Corporation, Skylar hurriedly made her way to Rick Trager's office. She couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had been gnawing at her all day, ever since Rick had called her into his office with that smug look on his face.

As she entered the room, she saw Rick sitting behind his desk, his pink button-down shirt perfectly pressed and a pullover tied around his shoulders. He looked up at her with a sly grin, his arrogant demeanor oozing from every pore.

"Ah, Skylar, my dear assistant," Rick purred, leaning back in his leather chair. "I'm glad you could join me. I have a special assignment for you."

Skylar raised an eyebrow, curious yet wary of what Rick had in store for her. She knew that his intentions were never pure, but she also knew that she had no choice but to obey his every command.

"What do you need me to do, Mr. Trager?" Skylar asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Rick's grin widened as he stood up and sauntered over to her. "I need you to help me... relieve some stress," he said, his eyes trailing over her body.

Skylar's heart raced as she realized what Rick was insinuating. She had heard the rumors about him and his dalliances with his female employees, but she never thought she would be a target.

"Mr. Trager, I... I can't do this," Skylar stammered, taking a step back.

Rick's smile turned predatory as he stepped closer, trapping her against the desk. "Oh, but you will, my dear. You will enjoy every minute of it," he whispered, his hands sliding up her arms.

Skylar's mind raced as she tried to come up with a plan to escape, but before she could make a move, Rick's lips crashed down on hers, silencing her protests. His hands roamed over her body, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss.

Despite her better judgment, Skylar found herself melting into the kiss, her body responding to Rick's touch. She hated herself for enjoying the sensation, but she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her veins.

Before she knew it, Rick had lifted her up onto his desk, his hands eagerly exploring every inch of her body. Skylar moaned as his lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

As Rick pushed her skirt up and slipped his hand between her thighs, Skylar gasped, torn between pleasure and revulsion. She knew this was wrong, but she couldn't deny the heat that was building inside her.

With a devilish grin, Rick whispered in her ear, "You like that, don't you, Skylar? You can't resist me."

Skylar's breath hitched as Rick's fingers found their mark, sending her over the edge in a wave of ecstasy. She arched against him, her body trembling as she rode out the pleasure.

As they lay entwined on the desk, Skylar couldn't help but feel a sense of shame wash over her. She knew that this would never happen again, that she would do whatever it took to escape Rick's clutches.

But for now, in the dimly lit office of the Murkoff Corporation, Skylar closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the wild ride that Rick Trager had taken her on. She knew that the road ahead would be treacherous, but for now, she allowed herself to bask in the afterglow of their forbidden tryst.

#rick trager #team rick #pre!engine richard trager #outlast #richard trager #ai generated #smut #Rickbeingrick #female oc #lovethisbastard #outlast fanfiction

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ouijiji · 2 years

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Hi hi!~

I’m 20 y/o and am in like fifteen million fandoms, and so this is my personal blog where I just read and reblog stuff (:

I also write as well, not sure if I’ll post it here, but we’ll see, I suppose. Angst and fluff are my cup of tea~

Anywho, some of the fandoms I’m in — but not limited to — include

Visual Novels/Otome Games

-> Obey Me; TWST; Ikevamp; Ikerev; Ikeprince; Tears of Themis; Lovebrush Chronicles; Love and Deepspace

Video Games

-> Genshin Impact; Assassin’s Creed; Resident Evil; Stardew Valley; Baldur’s Gate 3; The Last of Us

Anime

-> Studio Ghibli; One Piece (+ live action); Jujutsu Kaisen; Demon Slayer; Haikyuu; My Hero Academia; Spy x Family

[I have a lot more but these are the ones I’m currently interested in]

Movies & Shows

-> LOTR; The Hobbit; Turn: Washington’s Spies; The Outsiders; The Lost Boys; The Last of Us; Watchmen (also read the comic)

KPOP

-> EXO; NCT; SHINee; Super Junior; Ateez; aespa

Others

-> Colby Brock; Matt Sturniolo; Taz Skylar

Also, not a fandom, but I’m a history major so I’m going to be interested in anything history related lol

Like I said, this is my personal acct to read and reblog, so that’s why it’s not organized. If I do decide to post anything here, I’ll clean it up and stick to a certain aesthetic. But for now, it’s just my chaos <3

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cometchasms · 3 years

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I added Mammon and it got ten times worse...

Why-

Why do I do this to myself, they weren't supposed to look so damn good!!! Are all of them gonna turn out this kissable?!?!?!?!

#Obey Me #Obey Me Belphegor #Belphegor #Belphie #Obey Me Mammon #Mammon #WIP #I still have 5 more to go plus Skylar #Why have I chosen to do this to myself?????#They look so good where did this talent come from??????

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yandereskies · 4 years

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Consider... Tiny beel found in mc's lunch box. There is nothing left.

Considered, I honestly think he would feel bad. Poor baby wanted to surprise mc but got too hungy

#obey me #obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#shall we date #obey me shall we date #shall we date?#om #om!#swd #swd!#g/t #gt #giant #tiny #mc #skylar #my art

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nyehilismwriting · 3 years

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Tell me what the Project Hadea ROs would be like playing Monopoly please! (bonus poins for Joia)

i'm glad you asked because i absolutely definitely know how monopoly works 100% and didn't have to google anything for this.

rhaxa: once you explained 'board games' and 'capitalism' to them, they'd be a very methodical, strategic player. no, their strategies wouldn't make sense, and no, they wouldn't really get the rules, but they'd be a gracious loser, at least.

imxa: takes any 'negotiations' a step too far. the most likely one to pull out a weapon and/or throw the board across the room. more for fun than out of any real anger, though; probably gets banned from playing eventually. makes a surprisingly good banker.

rohan: if you can get xem to play, xe’s surprisingly chill - will fuck around a bit, likely to make moves more to help or antagonise other players as xe feels like, with very little rhyme or reason. there’s always a chance of xem ‘going to the bathroom’ and just not returning until the game is over.

leanna: half-heartedly trying to keep everyone else on-track and obeying the rules. not opposed to breaking the rules if it's really funny, though. gets properties then sells them to joia at massively undervalued prices. she's undercutting the whole market smh

nash: very competitive, absolutely cutthroat about it all. will pounce on any sign of weakness, and is not above going out of their way to deliberately fuck over other players. always the car.

ki-ha: doesn't really know the rules, but he's so confident with everything he does he gets away with it. surprisingly adventurous player; prefers to be the banker.

joia: very very cautious (does not know the rules). likes teaming up with people, once she's a bit more confident she'll get more adventurous with her plays but she'll still undersell to everyone because she doesn't want to be mean (despite nash and ki-ha's constant encouragement to Absolutely Be Mean, everyone deserves it). likes the chance cards though, those are fun. always the cat.

skylar: wins every time.

#does this make sense?? who knows not me<3 #project hadea #anon

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amberrskiies · 2 years

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Unknown Place and a Familiar Face

Part I | Next

Characters : Amber(MC), Skylar(OC), Seven Demon Brothers && Lord Diavolo

Timeline : Season 5

The first time MC! Skylar came to the Devildom

"Is it true? We're goin' to have a new exchange student from the human world?" Mammon asked.

"I've been hearing the same thing since the entire day." Leviathan chimed in beside him.

"They're supposed to arrive later today from what I know." Satan spoke as Amber nodded.

"Yeah that's what Lord Diavolo told me. He said that she and I will be able to get along well." The human spoke as Satan smiled.

"By the sounds of it she's kind of like you with no magical abilities when you first joined. I can see why you would get along." The avatar of wrath told her.

"I just realized that ya said 'she'. By the sounds of it, the human is a female? Or just goes by those terms and is probably male or whatever gender they are?" Mammon guessed.

"Lucifer won't tell me what her name is, nor will Diavolo so I didn't bother pestering them since she will be coming later today." She said, sighing.

"I'm excited to meet the new student! I wonder what she look like!" Asmo cheered excitedly.

"No charming the exchange student Asmo." Amber warned him as he whined.

"Aww." Asmo frowned.

"Do you think she likes food?" Beel asked, scarfing down a cheeseburger.

"Beel I'm sure she does." Mammon answered him.

"What are your thoughts on this, Belphie?" Amber asked the sleepy demon who seemed to just stay quiet this whole time.

"Hmm... I mean I guess it's okay. I don't really have a say on this much." He gave his honest opinions.

"Though I heard from Lucifer that there's a chance he will announce her arrival soon so we can go over to the student council room later after classes are over." Mammon pointed out.

"You guys do know that she's going to be staying over at the House of Lamentation right?" Leviathan asked.

"Yeah. We've been preparing a room for them a week back since Lucifer said we might have someone new over. The room was empty so we just added a few essential furniture like we did for Amber. He didn't specify that it was for an exchange student." Satan told him.

"Well now you know who it is originally for." She told him, looking at the time.

"We should start heading for our next class." Amber said as everyone agreed.

"I'm coming with you since we have the same class right now." Satan announced as he got up from his seat.

"Meet you guys later at the Student Council Room!" She yelled back at the rest, making her way to Magical Potions class.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me leviathan #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me mc: amber #obey me mc: skylar #obey me x mc

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inkysninky · 3 years

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OC Bios

Name: Melody Reid

Fandom: Obey Me! SWD

Age when first entering the Devildom: 23

Birthday: November 9th

Star Sign: Scorpio

Gender: Non-Binary (any pronouns other than it/its)

Orientation: Asexual Panromantic and Poly

Height: 5’8

Original Species/Race: Human

Current Species/Race: Demon

Occupation: Waitress at the Arsonist’s Cafe (Aspiring artist)

Hobbies: Art (in general), makeup/SFX, playing guitar, collecting small and/or shiny objects (buttons, rocks, gemstones, etc.), listening to music

Favorite Things

Food: ice cream

Animal: crows

Time of Day: dusk/sunset

Holiday: Halloween

Season: mid to late autumn

Word: poppycock

Color: black

Personality

- Tries to keep a positive attitude.

- Generally pretty relaxed (other than the anxiety) and prefers to just go with the flow of things.

- Gets confused fairly easily.

- If an unfavorable outcome occurs that isn’t very serious, she’ll respond with something like “Oh, it’s fine” and just brush it off, even if she was actually bothered by it.

- If a more serious unfavorable outcome occurs, she’s less likely to just brush it off. Especially if it concerns someone she cares about getting hurt.

- She really likes being around people she knows, and doesn’t usually do too well if she doesn’t know at least a few of the people she’s with.

More under the cut

Name: Skylar Wood

Nickname: Sky

Fandom: Obey Me! SWD

Age when entering Devildom: 26/27

Birthday: May 3rd

Star Sign: Taurus

Gender: Male (he/him)

Orientation: Gray-ace Biromantic and Poly

Height: 6’1

Original Species/Race: Human

Current Species/Race: Angel

Occupation: None currently and no known plans for the future. (He doesn’t know what he wants to do anymore)

Hobbies: Stargazing, playing drums, sketching, cooking, and roller skating.

Favorite Things

Food: chocolate

Animal: axolotl

Time of Day: midnight

Holiday: Halloween

Season: spring

Word: defenestration

Color: orange

Personality

- Very energetic and impulsive - Extremely friendly - Optimistic (sometimes overly optimistic) - Prefers being around people and loves meeting new people - He just wants to try and be friends with everyone

Name: Xenixia Inyola

Nickname: Nix

Fandom: Obey Me! SWD

Current Age: Roughly 32,000

Birthday: February 14

Star Sign: Aquarius

Gender: agender (xe/xem/xeir/xemself & xeirself)

Orientation: Asexual (sex repulsed) Aromantic

Height: 5’2

Species/Race: Demon

Animal Motif: Rosy Maple Moth

Occupation: Therapist

Hobbies: Gardening, taxidermy, sewing, knitting, playing the lute, playing the pan flute, playing and collecting ocarinas

Favorite Things

Food: grape pie

Animal: snail

Time of Day: sunrise

Season: autumn

Color: light green

Personality

- Empathetic - Open minded - Cares about every one of xeir patients and treats all of them with the same compassion and kindness - Xe mainly feeds off the life force of smaller animals. (Rodents, reptiles, fish, birds occasionally, etc.) It takes a lot more of them to sustain xeir life than if xe were to take a demon/human/angel’s, but xe prefers this way - Doesn’t mind being around a lot of people, but prefers to either be alone or with only one or two people. - Years of working as a therapist makes it pretty easy for xem to handle unfavorable outcomes. If something doesn’t work, then just fix whatever problems it caused and try to find something that will work

Name: ??? Nickname: Doot

Fandom: Obey Me! SWD Current Age: At least a few centuries. (They don’t remember specifics) Birthday: June 4th Star Sign: Gemini Gender: Agender (they/it) Orientation: Demisexual panromantic Height: 5’5 Original Species/Race: Human Current Species/Race: Undead Skeleton Occupation: Traveling street musician/performer Hobbies: Snare drum, accordion, xylophone, kalimba, exploring

Favorite Things

Food: they think it was some kind of pie. They can’t remember exactly what it was, and with no digestive system anymore, they can no longer eat. It’s not like they need to anyways...so it’s fine...at least they say it is

Animal: cats

Time of Day: midnight

Holiday: doesn’t remember any human holidays enough to have one

Season: winter

Word: gone

Color: grey

Personality

- Respectful and kind - A bit eccentric or odd - Despite not knowing who they were and not even really remembering anything from their past, they have a positive outlook about the new life they’ve been given. Though it doesn’t make the loss of these memories hurt any less.

Name: Sella Nilrot

Fandom: Obey Me! SWD

Age: roughly 27,000 years

Birthday: June 7th

Star Sign: Gemini

Gender: non-binary (they/she)

Orientation: queer

Height: 6’7

Species/Race: Demon

Animal Motif: Antilles pinktoe tarantula

Occupation: Farmer

Hobbies: Gambling, accordion, banjo

Favorite Things

Food: ???

Animal: cows

Time of Day: morning

Holiday: ???

Season: autumn

Word: ???

Color: red

Personality

- Hardworking.

- If asked to help with something, they will expect something in return. It doesn’t have to be something huge, just something to show that their help was appreciated.

- A bit stubborn.

- Doesn’t tolerate disrespect.

Name: Zip Alzod

Fandom: Obey Me! SWD

Current Age: 21,658 years

Birthday: August 3rd

Star Sign: Leo

Gender: Trans male (he/him)

Orientation: Bisexual

Height: 5’9

Species/Race: Demon

Animal Motif: Fire snail

Occupation: Barista at the Arsonist’s Café

Hobbies: Fight clubs, spray paint art/graffiti, bass guitar, baking

Favorite Things

Food: Cinnamon rolls

Animal: Leeches

Time of Day: Midnight

Word: Broken

Color: Neon green

Personality/Other Traits

- Absolutely will start a fight with people he thinks deserve to be beat into the ground. (Anyone he deems as extremely shitty/disrespectful)

- Outside of work, he’s generally quiet around people he doesn’t know. At work, he can shift to almost any persona that fits best for what he needs to do

- Though quiet, he’s friendly towards most unless he deems anyone undeserving of it

- He can be a bit of a flirt at times, but will stop if the person is uncomfortable

- He can be really blunt and because of that he can unintentionally be an asshole at times. He just tends to say it how it is. He doesn’t usually try to soften his words unless he’s on the clock and speaking with a, not rude, customer

- He can produce an acidic slime that can burn skin on immediate contact. He has less control over whether he produces it or not it in his demon form.

#ocs #ink’s notes

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mor-beck-more-problems · 3 years

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Seal Yourself Away || Morgan & Skylar

TIMING: Current

PARTIES: @theskyeandsea & @mor-beck-more-problems

SUMMARY: Morgan finds a lost seal in the woods.

CONTAINS: drug use, body horror, chronic illness, body dysphoria

Wandering through the woods, Skylar ran her fingers on the bark of the trees that surrounded her, enjoying the rough sensation against her skin. Her boots left dark tracks through the snow as she haphazardly moved through the forest. She knew it should be cold, even with as warm as she ran, she knew that she should be shivering in her light hoodie. Mostly she felt the familiar, comforting embrace of Bliss, that buoyed her up and kept her up and up and up. But, she could feel the crash starting to come on, could feel the ache in her bones and the sensitivity of her peeling skin. Her fingers slipped into the pocket of her jacket and she pulled out the small baggie that Gabe had sold her. He’d told her that she’d take a little journey, that she wouldn’t feel anything, that it would be like nothingness. She wanted that. She did. As good as the Bliss was, the crash was awful. She’d woken up in the middle of the night, sheets stained with blood from where the sloughing skin had peeled and cracked, her entire body wracked with pain.

Pulling out one of the pills, Skylar popped it in her mouth and swallowed as she continued to walk through the woods. She wasn’t sure what it would do, but as the feeling in her legs began to slip away, as her fingers tingled and went numb-- before she realized what was happening, the world was suddenly sideways. She was dimly aware that she must have fallen over, that her legs must have buckled underneath her. And then, she wasn’t aware of anything at all.

Morgan knew she was coasting on some big Come to Gaia high with her daily trips into the woods, but maybe the feeling would last long enough to turn into habit and she’d have something actionable to rely on when she felt herself coming undone or latching on too tight to people. She picked her way over the frozen underbrush, plucking at low hanging boughs of pine to burn later as the old mundane witches did when they needed to heal. She was so wrapped in the meditative simplicity of her task, she didn’t notice Skylar until she stepped on her.

“Oh, shit! I’m sorr--Skylar?” The girl had a glazed look of ‘nothing and nowhere’ in her eyes that chilled Morgan with its familiarity. Slowly setting her basket down, Morgan knelt next to her. “Hey-- Skylar? Skye? What are you doing out here by yourself, huh?”

Where she went, Skylar wasn’t quite sure. But, it was like a dream while it was happening. It was like the best night’s sleep she’d never had, the way that the drugs pulled her deep into a sinking embrace. Her body was cold and still and her mind was free. Free of the body that she hated. Free of this form that she never wanted to be. She was coasting, she was dreaming, she was in a world that was nothing like the reality that had been forced upon her. It was everything she wanted.

And like everything she wanted, it came to an end. As awareness and life returned to her body, Skylar dimly realized that someone was next to her, that there was someone else in the wintery woods. Her fingers twitched slightly at her sides and her eyes, half-lidded opened with a very slow, dazed blink. The person was next to her and as their features slipped haphazardly into place, Skylar was able to recognize them.“Mo-rgan?” Her voice was rough, the way it sounded when she woke up. “What?”

Morgan brushed back the young girl’s hair and tried to guide her upwards to sit. “Yeah, it’s me, honey,” she said. “Long time no see. You were laying so still, I didn’t even see you there. You’re lucky I didn’t step on your fingers, huh?” Her voice was soft and comforting, like this was just a happy accident and nothing to worry about. But she couldn’t help but hear Leah’s warnings in her head about the girl. Decisions, consequences. Morgan peered in to Skylar’s eyes, searching them for some sign of clarity. “Do you wanna tell me what you were doing out here? You seem halfway frozen.” She bit back what else she wanted to say, I’m worried. Maybe there was an explanation for this that wasn’t completely heartbreaking, something that could be mended with just a little attention…

Body still limp from the drugs coursing through her system, Skylar did her best to do as Morgan urged her to. She sat up slowly, her head bobbling as she did so. Her neck felt weak and stiff and she could feel how cold it was, how really cold it was. But, her body was too tired to shiver, so she just sat there, blinking in the afternoon light. “Yeah, it’s been,” Skylar blew out a puff of air, vapor rising from her lips. “It’s been a while!” She said, her tone blithe and carefree. As Morgan asked why she was out here, Skylar shrugged as much as she could with her cold, stiff limbs. “I just wanted to be outside for a bit. I didn’t realize how pretty it gets out here, not really. I’ve spent sooo much time, just sitting inside. It’s so pretty out here.” She said earnestly.

Morgan picked out the leaves and damp out of Skylar’s hair as she spoke. She couldn’t feel how cold Skylar was, but she could take a guess from how much the dirt had stained her clothes. She braced Skylar’s head and tried to stable her enough to meet her gaze. “It is pretty, yeah. I love coming out here during the day. The snow sparkles like glitter and everything’s so quiet…” Morgan murmured distractedly. Skylar’s eyes wouldn’t focus, and the lilt in her voice was so strange and unlike her. Skylar wasn’t just content or happy, she was blissed out and numb and...fucking universe, she was high. A good trip, sure, but also one that might catch her hypothermia. “You uh, ook a little woozy there, honey. Can I take you back to my car? Get you some hot cocoa to warm you up?” And then you can tell me what you’re doing stringing yourself out in the cold. Morgan gave her an encouraging smile and stood, ready to pull Skylar up with her.

The coldness of Morgan’s hand against her head barely registered to Skylar, it was all cold. Everything was cold and still and pretty. Pretty because the world had finally slowed down to meet her. There was just too much going on, too much chaos and pain. And with the pills, everything had slowed to a crawl in her mind. Running her hand over her arm, Skylar brushed off some of the snow that had gathered on her skin. She stared at it for a moment before taking in Morgan’s question. “Nope! I’m good here.” She said, not wanting to move. She didn’t know if her legs would work, not like this. She was distantly aware of the fact that her legs were still numb and tingling, the barest hints of sensation present. “You don’t need to worry about me, I’m good!” She said, offering a thumbs up at the woman.

Morgan smiled goodnaturedly at Skylar, though her dread was only mounting higher in her chest. “I’m glad you’re not hurting right now, but you are going to get sick or frozen if you stay out here. Come on.” She scooped the girl up in her arms, gathering her basket as she did. “I’m gonna get you in the car and then I’m gonna hopefully figure out a way to sober you up so we can talk. There’s better ways to take the edge off, you know?” She gripped Skylar as tight as she could, trying to keep her long legs from dangling on the ground. She was hardly dressed for the weather. How much had she been thinking when she left? How much time did she spend like this?

There was a lot going on and Skylar just couldn’t get her head around it all. Everything was happening so much and Morgan was here and the world was speeding up again, all while she was still here. On the ground. Stuck in place. And she wanted to stay there among the trees, in the snow. At Morgan’s words, Skylar blinked in confusion, starting to protest. But, before she could get the words out, Morgan had already picked her up and she was being carried out of the woods. “What are you-- no, put me… stop,” Skylar said feebly, trying to push away from the other woman. But, her limbs refused to obey her, the effects of the pill lingering still. At the mention of the word sober, Skylar’s eyes narrowed. “I’m fine.” She was. She was fine, she was better than fine, she wasn’t hurting right now. And that was good.

As Morgan marched back to her car, she couldn’t help but notice how hard she wasn’t trying to keep Skylar from escaping her grip. She felt hollowed out in a way she hadn’t at the carnival. “Hypothermia in the woods isn’t fine, Skye,” Morgan sighed. “Or eaten by critters, or hunted because you were too out of it to protect yourself. You can do what you want, but I’m not leaving you until you’re fed, hydrated, and at least a little more clear-headed. We’re almost to the car where it’s nice and warm, okay? You think about where you want to grab a bite.” She could see the Subaru in the distance and sogged faster through the slush to get Skylar safe.

“I’m fine.” Skylar repeated. Those things weren’t going to happen, and even if they did, it didn’t matter, did it? None of this really mattered. At least she wouldn’t have to deal with that awful fear that gripped her every time something chased after her, at least she wouldn’t have to stare death in the eyes and know that they were going to try and kill her. If something happened, at least she wouldn’t face reality. “I don’t want your help, I don’t need it.” She said, shaking her head. Why was Morgan here? Why was she even here? Why did she care? Because they were friends? Maybe so, but she didn’t want Morgan to see her now. She didn’t want to see anyone. No one needed to see her, no one… needed her.

“I appreciate that you might have some kind of uncomfortable feeling about being seen like this and I’m crashing on whatever kind of trip this is. But I love you, Skylar, and I wouldn’t be a good friend if I left you on the ground while you’re in some kind of danger,” Morgan said firmly. “A burger isn’t gonna fix your malnutrition or change your life, and neither is a talk. I’d like to know where you’re coming from with this, what even--what hurts so much that this becomes your good?” She made it to the Subaru and wriggled her fingers around to get her keys and the doors unlocked without dropping Skylar. She didn’t like the sound of any of this. She knew Skylar had problems with being a selkie, that she’d once wanted a cure, but this wasn’t a cure to anything, right? There wouldn’t be a Skylar to live ‘normal’ if she wound up passed out dead somewhere.

Loved her? Was a good friend? Skylar’s hands came up to push against Morgan’s body, trying to squirm away from her. She didn’t love her, she didn’t care about her, she didn’t. “You don’t mean that.” She said, shaking her head once more. “You aren’t-- you don’t care about me.” She said. Because if Morgan did, why was she only showing up now? Why was she picking now to try and help her? She had been trying so hard for days and weeks and months to be what she should. Happy. Comfortable with herself. Confident in what she was. But now Morgan was here, to, to try and pick up the pieces? “Let me out of the car, Morgan.” She said, turning in the seat to stare intently at Morgan. She wanted to get out of the car, she didn’t want to be trapped in here with her. But, her legs barely moved from under her, her fingers were still stiff and cold. She couldn’t hardly move even if she wanted to.

Morgan punched her finger on the child safety lock button on the driver-side door and started to drive out of the woods. “I care about you, Skylar. If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t be spending this energy carrying you out of the woods and fighting you to get some nutrition. If I didn’t care, I would leave you to get sick or die. But we’re here and I am trying for you. You can say or feel whatever you want until we get to Al’s, unless you want to throw out a suggestion of your own.” She took her time slowly on the road, driving almost the speed limit exactly. Maybe if she took long enough, Skylar would let something spill, or exhaust whatever was in her system if she didn’t exhaust her feelings.

“Then let me out and let me go and just leave me alone.” Skylar said, fingers struggling to curl around the handle of the door. But, by the time she had managed to reach the handle, she found that the door wasn’t budging. It was locked? What? Had Morgan, had she used the child locks? Staring at the door for a long moment, Skylar turned to glare at her. “Let. Me. Out.” She said, fists forming at her side as she gritted her teeth together, the sharp points digging into her gums. “I don’t want to be here with you, I don’t want your, your… pity.” She said, trying to get a handle on the roiling emotions within her. Anger was bubbling in the pit of her stomach, hot and burning, but it was trapped below a sheet of numbness. The effects of the pill she’d taken? She didn’t really know, but it was all so overwhelming.

“Mmhm, I feel like you’re asking me to not care about you with that statement, but that’s just not something I’m willing to do. I love you Skylar, and I have a really hard time giving up on people as a general rule.” Morgan said. She winced as Skylar found the door handle and, consequently, the safety locks. “I don’t pity you, Skylar. I love you. And if you want to call someone else to come sit with you and get you fed and cleaned up, my phone is in the cup holder. But I don’t have it in me to abandon you while you’re like this. Don’t ask me to.” She let out a long breath and rolled, very slowly, to the next stop light. “I’d rather you tell me why you feel like you have to do this. What’s hurting you, Skylar?”

That word again, there it was. And the sound of it made Skylar’s blood boil over. “Then where were you? If you love me, where were you? Where’s anyone? Stop staying that you love me when you don’t, when no one does, and LET ME OUT.” Her voice raised to a shout and she slammed her hand against the side of the window. Her body was still limp and weak, but she could make a noise. And even if she couldn’t hear it, other people would. They’d be able to hear the pounding of her hand against the glass of the car door. “Let me out of this car, right now, or I’ll scream.” She said, some of her strength returning as she slammed her hand against the window again. “Let me out!”

“What, the times I said I’m here for you tell me what I can do? Or you don’t have to be fine, you can talk to me? Or you don’t have to hold onto your hurt? You can tell me anything? And then you refused to say anything else besides ‘I’m fine’? Those times, Skylar?” Morgan shot back. “I can admit I haven’t been the picture of stability, but you don’t get to say no one has ever tried for you!” Then Skylar was beating her head into the window and Morgan swerved into the wrong lane, screaming. “Skylar!” She swerved back and pulled on the girl with all her strength, keeping her as close to her and away from the windows as possible. “You’re not gonna scare a banshee’s girlfriend with the threat of screaming, Skylar. But you know what? Go ahead. This is more communication than I’ve had from you in months! This is an amazing change of pace! I’ll even drive all around town to make sure you really get everything out of your system!” Something must have been knocked loose in Morgan, because she was more than willing to do it. Anything seemed better than leaving Skylar to her own devices like this, no matter how batshit.

Her hands had only slammed against the window a few times before Morgan had wrapped an arm around her, pulling Skylar away from the side of the car. The coldness of Morgan’s hands around her shoulders sent a shiver down her spine that was quickly replaced with a hiss of pain as the woman pulled on her. The material of her shirt rubbed against one of the sores on her shoulder and Skylar wanted to pull away, wanted to fling herself back at the car door. But, the cotton wedged between Morgan and her own skin clung to the sore and pulled at the slightest movement. So instead, Skylar went limp. Her body sagged against the woman’s restraining grasp. The anger that had come over her in an instant, it had disappeared just as quickly as it had came. And she was left tired, limp, her muscles and bones aching and weary. She didn’t want this, didn’t want any of this. She’d never asked for this. Shouldn’t Morgan understand that? Why couldn’t Morgan let her be?

“Fucking, fucking, fucking universe…” Morgan hissed as she drove. She felt Skylar go limp, but didn’t dare let go completely. This was a whole other level of uncharted territory, but she couldn’t turn away now. How could she? “Talk to me, Skye. You want someone to show up for you? I’m here for you. At least until you sober up, minimum. Because you are not okay. I know a crisis when I fucking see one. I’ve been on the ass side of the concrete enough times to know.” Not with anything other than alcohol, but Morgan hoped the principle was still the same. “Tell me what hurts, honey. I’ve literally got all the time in the world.”

She knew a crisis when she saw one? Skylar’s entire life had felt like one giant crisis since she’d moved to this town. She let out a thin laugh, shaking her head at the other woman’s words. She wasn’t okay, she’d never been okay. And while she thought she’d gotten good at hiding it, that was the problem, wasn’t it? She hid it. So no one could ever know. No one ever knew. And now, when Morgan was asking what was wrong, Skylar couldn’t bring herself to tell her what had happened. She didn’t want to have to tell Morgan about what she’d been through, didn’t want to relive every awful, terrible moment she’d faced since that day at the carnival. “Everything. Everything hurts.” She said quietly. “I just don’t want to hurt anymore.” Skylar mumbled into the woman’s arm.

Morgan moved her hand up to press Skylar into her shoulder. She plucked at the messy clumps in her hair, sighing deep in her chest with dismay. “I’m sorry, Skye,” she said gently. “I know how a feeling like that can break you inside. I really, really do. But I don’t think this is how you make it better. I don’t think this is how the hurt really goes away. It’s still there when you wake up again, however fast you try to run or hide. But oh, Skylar…” She kissed the top of her head and wheeled around another bend in the road, taking the long way into town. “Can you tell me about your hurt? Because I wanna understand. I do.”

Morgan was sorry? Sorry didn’t change things. Sorry didn’t change the fact that her parents had abandoned her, that Ricky had abandoned her, that Winston had left town, that so many things were just falling apart and Skylar had no idea how to put them together. Sorry didn’t ease the pain. Curling her legs into herself in the chair, Skylar shook her head. “I don’t. I can’t. It’s too much, it’s all too much.” She didn’t want to talk about it, she could barely handle thinking about it. Really, she couldn’t even do that. The Bliss, the mushrooms, even the small pill she’d taken in the woods this morning, they’d all taken her away from the memories and thoughts that lurked in her mind. “I don’t want to hurt anymore.” She repeated.

“Then just one thing, Skylar,” Morgan said. “What if telling someone about one specific thing and trying to bury it somewhere that’s not yourself or your digestive system is how some of it hurts less? Because passing out only to come back down feeling just as broken and sad as before if not worse is no good, Skye. I love you, and I know other people love you too, and none of us want this for you. Help me take some of it out, huh?”

On some level, Skylar knew that what Morgan was saying made sense. That she should try to talk about it, that she should open up. But she couldn’t. She had been trying for so long, had been fighting to keep herself whole for so long. And she was tired, so very, very tired of it all. Shaking her head, Skylar brought her knees up into her chest, curling in on herself in the passenger seat of Morgan’s car. Maybe people cared about her, maybe they loved her, maybe the things that Morgan was saying were true. But, she didn’t want them now. It was too little, too late.

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