#i still think about 'i'd kill meself'

[pacifymebby]

t r o u b l e / chapter twenty

Masterlist

Sylvie

"Gonna need that," said Isaiah nodding towards the body lying limp in the dirt. The blood was still seeping, a pool of red sinking into the ground, the earth soaking up what had once belonged to the earth.

I looked up at him in confusion not entirely sure what we could possibly want with a dead man now. He looked pretty useless to me, a saggy sack of bones and guts and nothing much else. But Isaiah wasn't talking about the body and when he saw the look on my face, confusion curdled with disgust he rolled his eyes and sat the man up himself.

"The jacket love," he said as if I was stupid, the teasing smirk on his lips when he looked up at me drawing a small smile from me too.

"What for?" I screwed my face up, the thought occurring to me fleetingly that perhaps the lad who'd just shot and killed a man was suddenly worried about health and safety. "You're seriously gonna wear that?" I said looking at the blood which was soaked into the lining.

"No," he shrugged, "kinda bodyguard would I be if I saved all the PPE for meself and left you with nothin?"

"Forget it Saiah I'm not touching that!" I said backing away with a look of horror in my eyes which seemed to reassure him somehow.

"You are if you're ridin with me," he said with such a plain face that I knew he was being serious. When I looked at him with darkened eyes, a scowl like he'd never been before he smirked, almost laughing but holding himself back, warned off perhaps by the furrow of my brow. "What?" He asked, "bad enough that I'm taking you to fuckin Solomons, I'm not riskin your pretty little face in a road traffic accident as well..." He said with a teasing grin as stuck his bottom lip out, pinched my cheek and pushed his luck.

I smirked, brief and unflinching, one corner of my mouth twitching slightly. Unimpressed, only slightly amused. But it didn't deter Isaiah and his stupid grin persisted.

"Then drive carefully," I said through gritted teeth.

With my arms crossed I stood defiantly, refusing to move.

"Put the fuckin jacket on love."

"No."

"What happened to 'Ive seen a dead body before Isaiah'?" He sniggered grinning wider when my glare only darkened.

"This sweaters cashmere," I said drawing a snort of laughter from him that didn't trail off until he realised I wasn't joking.

"What?" He grinned, his stupid adolosecent smile fading slowly as he realised my seriousness, "fuckin 'ell sweetheart," he said shaking his head, his rolling eyes not missed by me. "I'll buy you a new one..."

"You couldn't afford it." I narrowed my eyes at him, determined that I wouldn't be wearing the disgusting jacket.

"You think?"

He dropped the argument, climbing up onto the bike and revving the engine. When he nodded once more to the body on the floor I knew he was dropping the argument because he'd decided that he'd won.

"Hurry up Sylvie, you want to get out the county before your brother realises your gone don't you..."

"Fuck you," I growled kicking at the body with my shoe before kneeling in the dirt next to it.

"You wanna start mixing with gangsters you're gonna have to get your hands dirty," he shrugged with a cheeky smile when I glared at him with disgust.

"Fuck you," I said again as I struggled with the weight of the dead man, tugging the sleeves down over his arms, fighting with him for the jacket I didn't want to wear. When I'd finally pulled it from him and shrugged it over my own shoulders I had his blood beneath my fingernails and sweat on my forehead, my fringe sticking to my skin.

"Shame the helmets fucked," smirked Isaiah, "this is a cute little look you've got going on love..."

"Just fucking go," I ground my teeth climbing on to the back of the bike, begrudged to hold onto him, my arms wrapped around his waist as he revved the engine once more.

"You done this before?" He asked turning over his shoulder to look down at me, "just hold on tight yeah?"

"Are you stalling or somethin Sai?" I said flatly, an urgency building up in me, this creeping feeling beginning to spider step its way up my spine. We needed to be moving quickly and right now we weren't moving at all.

"Alright alright tootsweet," he sneered, a nickname I hadn't been called since I was a really little girl leaving me blushing furiously. Leaving me floundering for a second, as though even the Shelby curse couldn't completely swallow down and dampen the childish crush I'd once had. Even that dark doomed feeling which had turned me cold and hollowed out, couldn't quite steal away the self consciousness Isaiah had always stirred in me.

And suddenly I was aware of my arms wrapped tightly around his waist. Suddenly I was aware of my chest pressed against his back, my cheek squished against his shoulder as I rested my head. Suddenly there was another reason I was glad he'd gone speeding off down the gravel track and back onto the country roads, concentrating on looking ahead,focussing on the evenings shadows and where we were going. As we sped down the thin lanes he closed off from me completely, concentrating on breaking the speed limit 'safely' and because he'd called me that stupid name, because he'd sparked that self conscious heat in my tummy, I was glad to be ignored. Glad to go unnoticed as I held onto him tightly and pressed my body against his.

The strangers jacket stank of sweat and blood, this thick clawing kind of iron and spice taste mixed with the petrol fumes of the A road we were now on. It wasn't a quiet evening and Isaiah was doing his best to weave between the traffic but I could feel the tension in his shoulders and back and I knew we needed to stop and change plans.

We were too conspicuous. One leather jacket between us, no helmets. Speeding and cutting between cars because Isaiah was feeling the windchill and my impatience. So I wasn't shocked when he took a sharp turn off the main road, but I was surprised when we began to slow down.

"What are we doing?" I stretched, pressing myself closer to him and straining my neck so that I could talk directly into his ear.

"Lookin for an upgrade."

And when we slowed to a halt at the end of a long driveway not dissimilar to the drive which wound towards Arrow House I understood. When we stopped I slipped from the bike to the ground with ease and, a great sense of relief. It wasn't that the ride hadn't been exhilarating, it was that it had been cold and the strength required to hold on tight for as long as I'd had to had left a sharp tight pain which ran from my armpits down to my elbows. My neck ached too and as I bowed my head and looked slowly left to right trying to ease the tension in my muscles Isaiah shifted the bike out of the road and abandoned it in the dug out drainage ditch half overgrown by the hedgerow.

It would be concealed there for long enough that no passers by would notice it as anything worrisome.

"Reckon if they can afford to live in a place like this they might not even notice if they lose one eh?" Said Isaiah as we approached the Victorian style villa, the garage which stood a little way before the house.

It was dark but not dark enough yet that Isaiah couldn't see well enough to examine the garage door.

"Jesus," he smirked shaking his head, tsking at the rich strangers and their irresponsible approach to security, "you'd think someone this rich would invest in a better fuckin lock," he said examining the set of locks on the door only to realise with a gasp of delight, surprised amusement, that the door wasn't even locked. "Nah," he chuckled, "this is just sad..."

"What?" I asked frowning, glancing over my shoulder at the house and it's shadowy windows.

"They won't even be able to claim their insurance.." he grinned, "fuckin stupid mint bastards..."

"Some people are too rich for their own good,"

"Aye little miss Cashmere," he shot me a cheeky smile as he opened the garage door just enough for us to slip beneath it and inside. When he shone his phone torch across the unit he let out an impressed whistle. We really were spoilt for choice.

I stood back, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed over my chest surveying the shadows in the room as Isaiah admired the treasure trove.

I watched him move slowly around each car, shining his phone through the windows, spreading his fingers and stroking them tenderly over the bonnet of a range rover.

"Well," he said, "what dya think tootsweet?"

"I think that if you call me that again I'll shoot you," I glowered back at him with dark eyes. His smirk lingering and getting under my skin.

"Not in here eh love, you'll ruin the paintwork," he said his eyes locking with mine through the shadows, the way his smirk lingered.

I couldn't look away from him. My mind circling around two facts which couldn't be untangled from one another. The first that not ten minutes before I'd been pressed up against him, holding onto him tightly, arms around his waist. That being so close to him had stirred that little girl shyness I couldn't ignore. That I'd be sitting beside him in one of these cars sooner than I could handle. The second fact was this. Isaiah was collateral and this shyness was an unwanted disturbance in my otherwise unshakeable temperament. I was trying to tunnel vision and this feeling he kept stirring inside me was a fucking train. A light at the end of the tunnel I didn't need or want to see. Something hurtling towards me that I couldn't control. And I needed to have complete control.

"Well..." He said again when the two of us remained lingering in silence, "which will it be love?"

I gave a disinterested shrug.

"I don't know, they all look like Chelsea Tractors to me."

He just laughed, his eyes lit up with amusement, a disbelieving delight.

"What was that you were sayin bout people being too rich for their own good?" He asked so that I was left glaring at him, grateful for the dark and hoping it meant he couldn't see the furious shade of red I was burning with.

Without another word to me he turned back to the range rover, the light of his phone glinting off the shiny black paint. It gleamed like the dark eyes of some kind of animal and as Isaiah let his fingers curl into the handle of the driver side door he couldn't keep the lust from his eyes.

It almost looked like he'd been planning this for a long time.

When he took a set of keys from his pocket and pointed them at the car, he couldn't contain his pride when the lights flashed on and off, warm orange and white blinking at me through the dark. He looked so impressed with himself that I didn't want to show him my own shock but I couldn't keep it from my eyes. My jaw dropped, lips parted caught somewhere between shock and a crooked, awed smile.

"What the fuck.." I said voice almost catching in my throat. With one hand hovering by my chin I bit down on the tip of my little finger stunned and starring at him in need of an explanation but he just grinned again, sniggering to himself.

"Fuck," he beamed, "I'll be honest with you sweetheart I didn't think that was gonna work.."

"How the fuck Isaiah..." I started but he just lowered his voice and nodded to the car.

"Get in tootsweet, I'll tell you later," he winked before ducking back under the garage door so that he could push it up and open from the outside.

So I did as he said, climbing up into the passenger side, shrugging the dead man's jacket off and tossing it onto the back seats. I dropped my bag down in the footwell and kicked my trainers off hugging my knees up to my chest so that by the time he'd returned,opened the door and slipped in beside me, I was perfectly comfortable and already beginning to settle in.

"Michael fuckin Gray," he breathed out a grateful sigh, stroking the steering wheel with his hand as he turned the engine on and we pulled slowly, quietly out of the garage and down the drive. The drive on it was smooth and as we crept slowly, lights all out down the long driveway I was certain we were barely disturbing the silent night.

"What's Michael got to do with it?" I asked, a yawn escaping me as I rolled my shoulders again.

"This was his idea," he said, "your cousin's a smug prick but he's also a fucking genius so... Swings and roundabouts ain't it," he grinned still offering no explanation as to how he'd miraculously had the keys to the range rover all along.

"How could this have been Michaels idea Saiah, you didn't know we were leaving until this morning and he's in the fuckin hospital dosed up to his eyeballs with morphine..."

"Nah," he said with a shrug and cheeky grin, "leaving was your idea sweetheart, stealing cars was his..."

"Forgive me but I don't think car thefts particularly new or revolutionary..." I said flatly my dry tone only making him laugh again.

"Well no but... Trust me on this one eh, me, him and Finn have been workin on this for months right, cause it takes time and we weren't even sure it would work... Cause y'see hot-wiring cars is pretty much a dead end trade now like, car manufacturers wised up didn't they, added all these security features and now it's all done with the keys yeah, ye can't just spark the wires and go anymore, you've gotta have the right keys..."

"So you stole their keys? You'd been there before?"

"Well aye tootsweet, course I've been there before, didn't just pick a random fuckin country lane hopin for the best... How thick dya think I am?"

I kept my lips pursed shut, arms folded over my chest, eyes on the dark road.

"Been there loads of times... Didn't steal any car keys though, that's the beauty of it, we've been cloning them..."

"Sounds a bit high tech for you..."

"You wanna watch yourself love," he said with an arrogant smirk, "done a lot fo you this evenin I have."

And it was true he had but I wasn't naive. I knew that had it not been for the threat hanging over him, the promise I'd made him, to shoot myself or throw myself from a window, he would have taken my brothers side. His loyalties would never really lie with me.

"So you cloned the keys.."

"Yep, well... Michael did, he's the brains, I'm the muscle..."

"Yeah?" I asked voice flat,eyebrow raised synically, and yet something about my expression gave me away, the quirk of my lips tugged into a smirk betraying me. Letting him know that really I was impressed.

"And what's Finn?" I asked already knowing the answer because Finn would be to Isaiah what Finn had always been for all of us.

"The angel faced Shelby that'll stop Tommy killing us if we get caught..." He flashed me a grin as if to let me know he was joking. As if he worried I was going to take offence but I just smiled. Finn had always had that "youngest boy" charm, the baby face which meant that no matter what he did, Ada and Polly, even Esme and Lizzie had always forgiven him, melting at the sight of his freckled features and his big puppy eyes.

So we'd always made sure that if we were up to no good Finn was in on it with us. Somehow then we never got into the same kind of trouble we might have had he not been there with us to pull that "forgive me" face. It was certainly a face I'd never managed and though Sunny had always been sweet enough to smile and blink back apologetic tears that could often win our brothers over,only Finn could guarantee forgiveness from the women.

When we reached the A road again Isaiah turned the radio on, screwing his nose up at the CD which started playing.

"Is this Taylor fuckin Swift..." He groaned turning to see me giggling into my sleeve unable to control the laughter which had overpowered me.

"That's incredible," I giggled.

"Aye god's comedic fuckin timing eh..." He smirked shaking his head as I opened the glove compartment and picked out the Reputation CD case.

"Fucking beautiful," I giggled trying to imagine the kind of new money horse girl mom whose car we might have stolen. I'd seen plenty of their daughters at ballet classes growing up, met plenty of the dance mom types who stood around in the car park smoking their cigarettes and bitching about one another's martial status and career prospects.

"Lord in heaven above please tell me there's somet else in there Sylvia..." Groaned Isaiah hitting his head back against the head rest, "I'll kill myself if I have to listen to Taylor fuckin Swift all the way to London... bad enough I'm going down fuckin south an now this..."

"Careful Saiah some would say you sound like a misogynist..."

"Aye well if this is feminism then maybe I am!"

"Don't be dramatic," I grinned looking at him through lit up eyes, my smile lingering for too long so that when he glanced away from the road and towards me he smirked self satisfied.

"You like that one eh tootsweet?" He asked nodding with self approval so that I rolled my eyes, wiped the smile straight from my lips and turned my focus on the car in front.

"Just for that we're leaving her on."

"What?!" He cried indignantly, "there's no way the little lass who used to sit in the cupboard listenin to fuckin durgy my bloody romance on her Walkman likes Taylor fuckin Swift..."

I bit down a smirk, blushing because I was surprised he remembered my 'little hiding place in the airing cupboard, where I used to hide away when Arthur came home pissed or Tommy got into a fight with our dad on one of the rare occasions he dragged himself home.

"Maybe I've changed..."

"Have ye fuck." He grinned shaking his head, glancing over at me once again, his eyes lingering too long so that I felt the heat of them on my cheek. So that when I stole a glance to check whether I was imagining it or not he met my gaze and a shiver shot through me. I was blushing to begin with but it burnt deeper then.

"Maybe I have," I said trying my best to challenge him. He held my gaze a moment more. We'd stopped at a set of red lights and the car was lit a little brighter than it had been before on those country roads. I knew he could see me now. Knew he could see straight through my act.

"Nah," he said, "like I said, have ye fuck."

[go-go-devil]

18 and 19 for the OC ask game. I really liked seeing the contrast of personalities when all your OC's answered in the last ask, so I wanted to ask for all of them if it's ok ^^

18. What is your greatest victory?

Albedo: "We have earned many platinum victories in our centuries, both before and after reaching sagehood, yet none can come close to the monumental feat of creating our Moon, and all of the moon beings within it. No sculptures can compare to the pulchritudinous magnitude of moving, thinking organisms; all crafted with the gentle touch of our gloves. This alone proves that we are two halves of a God on the cusp of ascension!"

Umbra: "What other sages can say that they have created life itself? Not one being, that's what! Even if our protege has been... confused in his pursuits, we worry not. Our creations are perfect in every way. They'll always come around in the end."

Leiurus: "I've spent my whole life searching for great victories of any kind. Yet today, in the Tomb...

"My body and will had been beaten to a pulp down there. The skeletons of giants pursuing me endlessly, thwacking me around like a worn rag doll! I'd escaped the dreadful dead in this deep watery cavern, filled with the weakling guards of skeletal babes and poor Pinwheel's wretched copies. Nothing I couldn't easily dispatch!

"As I trudged up the cold stone path, kicking every last bone out of my way… I saw it before my very eyes. Gravelord Nito’s chambers. I should have ran back to the bonfire. Should’ve refilled my dwindling estus and thought of a strategy for this one, but I didn’t. I plunged straight in.

"The Lord of the Dead was slow, but ruthless. His skeletons sliced me good, and those terrible black magic waves his ancient body emitted filled me with relentless thoughts of ending it all right then and there. It’s funny, now that I give it some thought. I’d been dancing with death for a good chunk of my mortal life; sometimes giving, sometimes begging for it meself. But when staring down Nito’s dozens of eyeless sockets, I felt in that moment a great desire for life I hadn’t felt for a long time!

"There was no use in hollowing for me! I needed to keep at it to save the land of this undead curse! To help a friend find his sun! To see my terrible brother once again! To prove I’m not wasting this life I’ve got, for m'late Aunt Tabby’s sake… That’s right, I was the reaper of Death himself! I killed him with me own scythe and strength! You hear that, Lords?! The rest of you cowardly lot are no match for me! Ehehehehahahahahahahahaha!"

Hashbrown Supreme: "I was at a record convention once. I only had $10 on me, but I really wanted to buy In The Land of Grey and Pink, which the seller wanted $15 for. I asked her politely if she'd pay 10 for the record, and she said yes, so I got the record I wanted! It was an amazing moment in my life, lemme tell ya."

19. What was your biggest mistake?

Hashbrown Supreme: "Oh man... I still hate thinking about this one.....

"When I was lodging with some nice folks one time, one of them spilled some water on their laundry and got their boxer shorts all wet. This groovy Dark Side of the Moon styled boxers, which they said was their favorite pair! So later I was left alone and came up with an idea to help them out. There was a lamp in their office, and lamp's light bulbs are hot. So I thought if I put the shorts on top of the lamp, it'll warm 'em up before they got back so they could wear them again real soon!

"What actually happened was that the boxers caught on fire after a few minutes. I didn't know what to do so I threw it outside and then some garbage bags caught on fire. It was a mess. Man, I didn't have the courage to confess what I did, I just feigned ignorance when they thought the clothes went missing. Such a terrible thing to do to such a beautiful pair of boxers! How could I ever forgive myself?

"That one just beats out the second biggest mistake of my life, that being causing a time paradox, but thankfully that one got fixed so it's a-okay!"

Leiurus: "My biggest mistake will always be thinkin' I was ever cut out to be a good sorcerer. Aunt Tabby, my true mum, she really did believe my halfway mediocre abilities in magic could get me into the Vinheim Dragon School. I doubt they would've even accepted her despite her skills. I can hardly recall how she even scrounged up the gold to get me in, or especially how I was able to impress them during my entry test, but I shouldn't have left her for that awful school. Their sorcery was far out of my league, and she needed me more than they did. I could've been there when she hollowed, maybe I could've... maybe...

"Why you askin' me this, eh? What's your problem?! Quit making me spill me soul out before I cut ya to ribbons, you honey-nosed wretch!"

Umbra: "Our biggest mistake? Why, there are none."

Albedo: "We do not make mistakes."

[princesssarisa]

Character ask: Sebastian (The Little Mermaid)

Favorite thing about them: First of all, the fact that he becomes such a good, helpful friend to Ariel. Second, he sings two outstanding songs, "Under the Sea" and "Kiss the Girl." Third, he's one of the most unique Disney sidekicks. In a way, he's a typical character found in Disney and other fairy tale films: the monarch's uptight servant who tries in vain to keep everything in order, much like Beauty and the Beast's Cogsworth, The Lion King's Zazu, or Lionel in the 1997 Rodgers and Hammerstein Cinderella. But the fact that he's Caribbean and a lively calypso musician adds a fun, fresh twist to that type of character. Indeed, he was originally planned to be a standard British majordomo, but then Howard Ashman suggested the more creative choice of making him Caribbean and letting him sing calypso, and his instincts turned out to be very right!

Least favorite thing about them: Well, he starts out as a bit of a stick-in-the-mud, siding with King Triton's strictness and not listening to Ariel any more than her father does. Though I don't blame him, since Triton is the king and Sebastian is his servant; besides, he also wants what's best for Ariel, and he comes around beautifully when he realizes just how much the human world and Prince Eric mean to her, foreshadowing Triton's coming around in the end.

Also, one sentiment in "Kiss the Girl" is outdated: the idea that kissing a girl is a good way to find out if she likes you back or not. Of course Sebastian knows that Ariel wants to be kissed, but in general, that's not the best advice.

Three things I have in common with them:

*I love music.

*I'd rather stay where I am than dream about some unknown place.

*I want my friends to be happy, even if their happiness isn't what I would choose for them.

Three things I don't have in common with them:

*I'm not a king's right hand servant.

*I'm not a composer.

*I'm not a crab.

Favorite line:

This classic line, which was allegedly ad-libbed by Samuel E. Wright:

"Teenagers, they think they know everything. You give them an inch, they swim all over you."

And his speech on the beach after Ariel becomes human:

"Just look at her! On legs! On human legs! My nerves are shot! This is a catastrophe! What would her father say? I'll tell you what her father'd say, he'd say he's gonna kill himself a crab, that's what her father'd say! I'm gonna march meself straight home right now and tell him just like I shoulda done de minute… and don't you shake your head at me, young lady. Maybe there's still time. If we could get that witch to give you back your voice, you could go home with all the normal fish, and just be… just be… just be miserable for the rest of your life. All right, all right. I'll try to help you find that prince. Boy, what a soft shell I'm turning out to be!”

brOTP: Ariel and King Triton.

OTP: None; just happiness.

nOTP: Ariel.

Random headcanon: Whether the '90s TV series is fully canon or not (and I don't think it is), the storyline where Sebastian's parents came to visit, they mistakenly thought he was king of Atlantica because of how he had bragged about "running the place" in his letters, and Ariel helped him try to uphold the illusion and stop them from meeting King Triton so they wouldn't be disappointed, really did happen at some time before the events of the movie.

Unpopular opinion: I don't think I have any.

Song I associate with them:

"Under the Sea"

"Kiss the Girl"

Favorite pictures of them:

[orange-waterfalls]

I'm Havin' Feelings Fer Ye

Captain Magnum x gender neutral!reader

@lovefor-xreaders ty for the prompt!

A/N: Guess who has no life and wrote an entire 2,000 word fanfic all in one day? THIS ASSHOLE! im so fucking bored guys, please, this is all I have. Send prompts. Uh... Rated T for cursing and violence. I think mostly angst, fluff at the end.

Word Count: 2.3k

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You danced around the ship with some of the other crewmates to shanties the captain sang. You found treasure! You actually found treasure! You had honestly expected to die at some point… but you didn't! And you found treasure! That was wonderful! You were starting to think the heist wasn't such a bad idea! Even though Mark's… gone… you'd be alright! You had treasure! You'd be alright…

Captain Magnum watched you as you danced around, a smile present on your face. It made him feel all weird inside… he'd lived long enough to know what love feels like… probably. This was not it… he didn't think… he honestly didn't know. But when he watched you spin and kick your feet and laugh… he felt real happy…

You danced for a while before you eventually got tired and sat down, panting. The captain and the crew were messing with the treasure. Picking it up and letting it fall back into the chest, examining it, biting it…

These people were weird…

You held out your hands for your share of the treasure, since you were being patient. He looked to you and set a small coin in your hand, curling your fingers and patting them. You squinted at him, wondering if he's actually serious. He seemed to be, since he headed to his quarters immediately after. You frowned, looking at the coin. You'd talk to him about that later…

Captain Magnum felt a bit bad about only giving you a coin. What else was he supposed to do? You might've left if he gave you more treasure! He couldn't have that! Then again… that seemed a bit manipulative… eh, you'd be fine. He sat down in his chair and thought about you.

You were an enigma to him.

He'd felt this way before… but it was so… prominent this time… why was he so fond of you? It's not like you were special! You just had beautiful skin and sparkly eyes and the most stunning smile he'd ever seen and...

Goddamnit, he was in love…

He sighed, wondering what he was going to do about this, when he heard a sharp knock at his door. He jumped a bit, not expecting anybody since it was pretty late. He stood up and walked over, opening the door. You were standing there with your arms crossed. He was going to greet you, but you looked pissed. He wondered why. Then, you held up the coin.

"Are you kidding?" You asked accusingly. "I'm your first mate, you trust me enough to choose where we go, and you give me this bullshit?" You started walking towards him. Despite the height difference, he felt a bit intimidated by you. He stepped back.

"Listen, I be th' cap'n. I already told ye, me share be more fair than others," he stated. You glared at him and he felt his stomach drop. "Ye knew wha' ye were gettin' into, ye can nah be angry," he crossed his arms. You sighed.

"Fine. Whatever," you mumbled as you left the cabin. He opened his mouth to apologize, but nothing came out. He closed his mouth again. You were already gone anyway. Nothing he could do about it now. He'd get some sleep and you'd be fine in the morning.

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It had been a few days since you found the treasure. You weren't talking to Magnum. He kept glancing at you as you were swabbing the deck. Your smile was replaced with a frown. It was less of an angry frown and more of a sad frown, but it made him feel just as bad. He waited a while to talk to you because he didn't want to mess it up. He eventually decided that it was a good enough time to do so, and he walked over to you.

"Mornin', first mate! How did ye sleep?" He asked. You paused for a moment, but you didn't answer. "Uh... 'twas a bit windy last night, huh? Glad we got all th' loot inside..." you still didn't look up, but your frown got tighter. He patted his hands on his legs and sucked in a breath. "Wonderful weather we be havin'?" You finally stopped mopping and turn to him.

"What do you want?" You asked, exasperated. He frowned.

"Are ye okay? Ye seem upset…" he commented.

"Oh, no yeah I'm totally fine!" You scoffed. "My best friend's dead, the guy who killed him won't even bother giving me any sort of compensation, I may never see my family or friends again, but sure I'm fine." You stated, mopping vigorously. Magnum sighed and looked at your face. You looked like you were on the verge of tears. He opened and closed his mouth, trying to find the right words.

"I... I be sorry. I'll give ye more treasure if... If ye promise ye won't weigh anchor…" he finally managed. You stopped and turned to him slowly. His eyes widened. "No, no, no! Ye... I didn'... um…" he gulped as you raised an eyebrow at him.

"Uh-huh. Go on. I'm waiting." You demanded. He took a deep breath.

"I... I find ye endearin'... 'n I wants ye t' stay... wit' me... specifically." He said. Your face softened a bit, to his joy. He smiled.

"I… have people back home." You said. His smile fell. "I can't just… leave and… not tell them anything…"

"Then tell 'em! Write 'em a letter or somethin'! That would be fine!" He said desperately.

"What am I supposed to say? "Hey, guys! I eloped with a 7 foot tall pirate and am now sailing the seven seas as his first mate"?"

"...yes?" He said, unsure. You sighed and looked down. He held his breath, waiting for whatever you were going to say next.

"What am I supposed to tell his family?" You asked softly. He took a deep breath.

"I... I dunno. 'n... I be mighty, mighty sorry about wha' I did t' yer friend... But... I... I be... I reckon I be in love wit' ye…" he said shakily. You looked up at him, your eyes widened. You could see a tint of red on his suntanned cheeks. He avoided your eyes for a bit before you chuckled. He looked at you. You smiled at him warmly. He returned it.

"I…" you began, blushing. You were cut off by the sound of a cannon.

"Avast! Prepare to be boarded!" A voice boomed from above.

"Oh, God, not again," you whined. Magnum reached out to put a hand on your shoulder, but another cannonball whizzed past you two, making you fall in different directions.

"Ye hide. I'll take care o' this," he instructed. He unsheathed his sword as you hid behind a nearby barrel, watching him to see if he'd need any assistance.

"Who be thar? Show yourself, yellow-bellied cur!" He yelled. You blinked, processing what he said. "Yellow-bellied cur". Huh. That was new. You heard wood creaking behind you and ducked further behind the barrel. You slowly rose and saw a man standing in from of Magnum. He was taller than you and had an average build, and was wearing a pirate outfit. His clothes looked… cleaner and more fancy than Magnum's. He was holding a sword and had a peg leg.

"Who are ye callin' a yellow-bellied cur?" He said in a low, rough voice.

"Obviously you, shitlord!" You said, quickly covering your mouth with your hand afterwards. The man turned and looked at you. He raised an eyebrow, smirking. You suddenly felt… violated.

"Well, well, well. Wha' 'ave we here?" He chuckled. "I may jus' keep ye fer meself." You laid your hand on a revolver.

Magnum tightened his fist around the hilt of his sword and swung. The man blocked it and stumbled back.

"Ye lay a hand on them, ye're dead." He growled. The man smirked and tried to jab at his side. Magnum managed to block it in time. The two captains went on sword fighting for a couple minutes while you stayed behind the barrell. The other man's crew was on the ship fighting the rest of yours. You felt a bit useless, so you grabbed the revolver and aimed towards the other pirates. You grazed two in their legs, and nailed one in the shoulder. You lost track of Captain Magnum after a while. While you looked for him, you heard something land behind you. You yelped and spun around, seeing the invading captain.

"Ahoy thar, darlin'," he smirked at you. You held the revolver up to aim at him. He scoffed. "C'mon, darlin'. Thar's no needs fer that. I won't hurt ye… Much."

"Go fuck yourself," you snarled.

"Such naughty language fer such a sweet thin'." He laughed. "I'll 'ave fun wit' ye."

"Oh, yeah, that doesn't sound creepy at all. Great," You sighed. He took a step towards you and you cock the gun. "Don't move, asshole." You warned.

"Oh, come on now." He chuckled. "We both know ye're too soft t' shoot me. So, why don't ye-" You shoot. The bullet hits him in the side. His eyes widened as he stared at you in disbelief.

"Something about me, captain," you set the gun down and walked over to him as he fell to the floor. "My best friend is dead. I'm feeling a bit pissed. And I have shot a man before." You got on one knee and leaned down next to his ear. "I'm not as soft as I look." You stood back up and walked back to the middle of the deck.

Captain Magnum was frantically walking around. The crew looked okay, so you sighed. The captain heard and spun towards you. He smiled widely as he ran over and enveloped you in a hug.

"Oh, thank Poseidon. Ye're okay. If I had lost ye I... I... I dunno wha' I'd do!" He stammered, petting your head. "Ye're okay, right?" You smiled and hugged him back.

"I'm alright, Captain," You whispered. He sighed and held you for a while before the previous first mate cleared his throat.

"'tis real touchin' 'n all, but we should prolly repair th' ship." He suggested. Magnum turned to him, glaring.

"Ye interrupted a bondin' moment t' tell me that?" He glowered. You bit your lip to keep from laughing. The crewmate opened his mouth to respond, but almost immediately closed it and started picking up pieces of wood. The other crewmates followed suit.

"We should help them," you declared. Magnum looked at you, his eyebrows knitted together.

"But do we 'ave t'?" He asked hopefully. You smiled and pulled away from him. Despite wearing a couple layers, he could feel the absence of your warmth. He sighed and helped clean up.

--

It took a while, but you all managed to clean up the deck. You'd probably need to buy more wood to repair the boat, but you figured it'd be fine. It was dark now and everyone had retired to their quarters. Except for you. You sat on the deck, staring up at the stars. Magnum left his quarters to check on you. He got worried when he saw you weren't asleep. He walked over to you, ruining the mood a bit with how loud he was. He dropped next to you with a loud creak of the floor. You didn't look at him.

"Ahoy," he greeted.

"Hi," you responded bluntly. You both sat there for a moment while he came up with things to say.

"Are ye okay?"

"Yep."

"Okay. That be good." Silence. "Wha' are ye doin'?"

"Just… stargazing."

"Okay. Why?"

"Felt like it."

"Oh." More silence. "Are ye thinkin' about 'im?"

"Yes."

"Do ye want t' talk about 'im?"

"No. Not tonight. Maybe another time."

"Ok... 'tis a tad cold tonight."

"Yeah. I guess so."

"Me cabin be th' warmest... If ye... Wanted t' sleep in thar... Wit' me... That would be alright…" You whipped you head towards him surprised. He noticed your panic. "Or not! That be fine too! I understand. Sorry fer botherin'. Goodnight!" He started to stand up, but you took his hand. He looked at your interlocked hands, flushed, then back at you.

"That would… that'd be fine." You said shakily. "I just… want to stay out here a bit longer."

"Ok," He nodded and plopped back down. You retracted your hand and tucked your knees to your chest, looking back up. He continued to look at you for a second, smiling, before looking back up. You chuckled.

"He loved space…"

--

Captain Magnum could listen to you talk for hours. You start talking about stars, then about Mark, then you get to talking about your other friends and family. He listened to everything you said because he knew it was important to you. You started to yawn after 45 minutes and you leaned on his arm. He froze in place, not wanting to bother you. Eventually, he looked down at you to see if you were asleep. Once he confirmed you were, he effortlessly lifted you up and carried you to his cabin. He gently set you on the large, warm bed. He wasn't planning on getting on it with you. You weren't there yet. You hadn't even told him you loved him back. He couldn't in good conscience get into a bed with you. He sat in his chair and looked at you. You were so…

"Gorgeous," he said under his breath. You cracked an eye open.

"Right back at you," you slurred. He blushed. You held out your arms. "Come into bed," he blushed deeper.

"No, I don't reckon I should…" He tried to say. You whined and he just couldn't. He stood up and carefully climbed into the bed with you, making sure to keep a bit of space between you two. That was pointless because you immediately turned over and snuggled into his chest. He gently moved his arms to embrace you tightly. He set a small kiss to your head and just lied there, wanting to treasure this moment.

Your eyes closed again as you heard him say "I love you". You smiled.

"I love you, too."

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Jimmy & Janis

Planning a romantic weekend away

Jimmy: Gracie came at me earlier. There was mistletoe up and I near fully hit the floor 😎 Jimmy: Hold fire though. She only wanted to tell me to convince you of summat. Pretty sure you already know what it is Janis: Erm...Father Christmas is really real? That her weave isn't from dead Brazilian hookers? Janis: Enlighten me or I'll tell her she's got a holiday free pass on you 😈 Jimmy: Double date. Need I say more 😡 Janis: FUCK. I DIDN'T THINK IT'D ACTUALLY HAPPEN. Janis: How far does she expect the season of goodwill to extend, like? Already got some poor cunt being a charitable home for her arse so she don't freeze Janis: Single tear. Janis: Question is, can we make it worth it enough for us to endure that shite? Hmm Jimmy: I almost got my arse to church so it wouldn't. Shoulda sucked off that priest when he asked. Too late? Jimmy: You better get me a top notch pressie, baby 😏 Janis: You know you ain't on the nice list 😉 Janis: So, Santa might be dissing but you'll be getting something extra special from me Janis: As for God, and his holly jolly perverted following, I reckon we're both shit out of 🍀 there, no matter how good our head game is, such is life Janis: Grah, I hear she does shoutouts now...want that 'influencer' clout, baby? Not double entendre my end but might be for GracieGuru 🙊😂 Jimmy: what the fuck we going to do then? No way I'm hanging with her and her latest 'boo boy' Jimmy: Even if I was getting paid, which is likely since she just loves common grounds Janis: Preaching to the choir, dickhead, ain't my idea of a good time either, or hers let's be fucking real. She just wants to dry-hump a slab of boy in front of you on the off chance that really gets you going for her Janis: You wouldn't call her brainy, bless Janis: Idk, don't worry about it, Jim. Just avoid her/the flat whites like the plague and I'll have to literally run away like I'm an angsty 12 year old so we can't be located, even with friend finder or whatever they stalk each other with Janis: Oooh! Just call me brains, we should pretend to have a romantic weekend away planned, that'll send her over the edge, that is her everything goals Janis: Like I said, I can hide from a hoe Jimmy: I knew there was a reason I kept you about Jimmy: Let's do it though. Easier to take than fake the 'gram Jimmy: Any ideas? 🤔 Jimmy: Most of my boltholes are far from yours and not very enviable for that crowd #it'sgrimupnorth Janis: Yeah, why do you tbh? Janis: Now its clear my sister has got no respect for anyone on her hunt for dick/self-esteem Janis: She's hoping its a twofer like Janis: I don't know if I can stand you for that long, darling Janis: But I SUPPOSE your the lesser of two evils here 😉 Jimmy: It's love 💕 Jimmy: Come on, it'll be a laff. I'll get the beers in Jimmy: You can try harder to beat me at darts and pool Janis: As far as the adoring fans/salty haterz are concerned Janis: and that's all that matters Janis: bitch i don't have to try! 😤 you put me off last time with ur mooning 😍 Janis: we don't need to convince the old fellas in the boozer Jimmy: Fuck off I was getting practice in! Jimmy: If you're ready to fake a break up say the word but until then, it takes a lot of work to give you the puppy dog eyes. I'm not Twix Janis: Sure you was 😂 Janis: N'awwh but you do it so well! Janis: Audition for the School play whilst ur at it, soft lad Jimmy: I do enough fake snogging without signing myself up for that bollocks Jimmy: You coming away with me then or not? Jimmy: You know your sister'll be in again nagging before shift's end Janis: Well, when you put it like that Janis: 😒 Janis: I ain't got nothing better to do, and I certainly ain't third wheeling her fake date Janis: My grandparents got a place down skerries Janis: we can crash there Jimmy: How many rooms they got? My dad's working so I'll have to bring the ramble with Jimmy: #goals I know Janis: Fucking hell, my pissing sister! She owes you more than she's spending on coffee for the hassle she's causing Janis: If you really can't, don't worry, I'll sort her. She'll be unbearable when she finds out it was all for a laugh but it was at her expense so how much of a mug can she actually make me feel? 😑 Janis: That said, there's 3 rooms, its only a caravan don't get excited but the kids would probably be buzzin', it is pretty nice down there Janis: I'll even let you have the double bed to yourself Janis: ol Janis: l Jimmy: It'll stop them nagging me about going somewhere other than the park that'll do me Jimmy: Cass talks big but she isn't even really so doable Jimmy: Don't be getting any ideas though 😍😉 my brother hasn't slept well since we moved. I'll be sharing that double like it or not Jimmy: What a way to spend my first proper time off since I started #blessed Janis: Yeah, fish and chips on the beach even tho its fucking baltic, chasing Twix will keep 'em warm, you'll earn major big brother points as well as bae ones Janis: What a mighty fine man Janis: Same here, Cass. Shh about it though Janis: Like you said, it'll be a laugh, we can make it one Janis: You'd really rather be making pinkity drinkidies or whatever the fuck they are? Jimmy: Nope. But your 1st romantic break usually is. Any talent there is in all grans playing bingo? Jimmy: Be nice to get something off the 'gram 💋 Janis: I ain't been since I was about 9 Janis: I wasn't after bitches then and I ain't now Janis: I wish you luck, 2 kids hanging on your arm and a woman back home, like Janis: Does it for some. Jimmy: I'd do some talking first to get things clear I'm not tall Tammy 😂 Jimmy: Bet you were a right cute kid, weren't you? Aww Janis: Again, have fun explaining that one, mate. I'd struggle with the concept and I'm in on it. Janis: Adorable. What happened? Jimmy: Shut up you know what you look like, mate Janis: A butch lezza? Janis: So I've been told 👍 Jimmy: That's not what they are saying anymore. Check my comments sometime. The lads are gagging for you now Janis: Goody gumdrops. Janis: I'll leave my knickers at the door, like Jimmy: You could like. I've been waiting for you to drop me as your fake bf since this whole thing started Janis: I'm not interested in any of them. Janis: Would your world be set alight by Aaron O'Reilly from form? Janis: If you wanna cop off with some of your fans don't let me stop you Jimmy: You aren't. They're not my type anymore than Aaron's yours. I'm just saying you take a crackin pic and I should know since I'm the one takin 'em. So you don't need to spout that crap. They're just jealous of how much of a butch lezza you aren't Janis: Alright. Well, you're not half bad at taking snaps, and not in the bullshit way every hoe thinks they know their angles and magic lighting these days, you're actually decent. Janis: It don't feel like crap when Janis: blah, meant to delete that, ignore it Jimmy: 🤐 Jimmy: Wanna help me with my art project while we're away then? Kill all the birds (hopefully not with my flash) Jimmy: I'll owe you again Janis: I won't even joke on you for being a swot 🤓🤞 Janis: What've you got planned? Jimmy: I haven't had any time to think yet beyond film being the medium but Jimmy: #workinprogress Jimmy: with a muse like you m'dear how could I go wrong 💕 Janis: 😜 Janis: just so you know, i ain't bringing any homework but put my name or yours, yeah? 😘 not even in art but might count for something Janis: clue me in tho, brainiac, what do the kiddos like? i'll get 'em something Jimmy: Rookie mistake mate, art's an easy A Jimmy: They'll take anything covered in sugar. Can't say I'll love you for it when they crash mid journey though Janis: Only 'cos you're good at it. With my genes I should be but I can barely draw a stickman. Janis: I'll stick with double sports, sports science and science 👌 Janis: I'll keep sweets in stock for bribery, goes without sayin'! Different pocket to Twix' fish treats, though Janis: I'll have a look down town Jimmy: 😂 did you see that article doin the rounds about the mum who bought her kid a cat's advent calendar Janis: 😂 Yes! Shame catnip don't work like on us like it does cats, that kid would be pingin' Janis: Might get meself some, like Jimmy: What gets dogs off their heads? I'll keep Twix well clear Jimmy: She's high enough on your 😍 Janis: I don't know, actually...telling them they're good bois? Janis: Works for you boo 😘 Jimmy: I prefer being called a very bad boy 😎 Janis: You clown 😂 Janis: Good to know, suppose. Dirty weekend away though it ain't Jimmy: what our fans don't know won't break their jealous hearts Jimmy: you coming in for your freebies today or shall I do a delivery your way once Grace is home? 😉 Janis: Kick it really cliche and be my sexy delivery boy Janis: Try and bring something with sausage in so I can come at you with the quality porn writing Jimmy: Live your fantasies as well as your sister's if you want, my name tag says Jonathon today Janis: Ooh, spicing it up with some roleplay like we're middle-aged okay Janis: How boring are you that you've picked a name so similar to your own...this is why we've hit a dry patch, Jimothy! Jimmy: What would you seriously pick? Janis: For you? Janis: Who's a fittie... Janis: Anthony Joshua could get it Janis: You don't want to be in the play but reckon you can stretch to that? Jimmy: Next time I lose my name tag I'll insist on that. For the bae 💕 Jimmy: About as close as I'll get I think Janis: Who do you want? Janis: I wanna know your type Janis: Bar Tall Tammy Jimmy: Your sister obviously Janis: Fuck off, not even funny Janis: If that were true, you know where she lives bitch, I ain't stopping ya, she's practically shoe-horning you in 🤢 Jimmy: I meant the fit older one 😉 Janis: Ohhh Janis: Still, do one 🖕 I'm not pretending to be my sister you freak Jimmy: That's one pretense too far. Got it 😂 Janis: Yeah, in this hypothetical you've really shit the bed, pal. Jimmy: I only half read that because #customers and thought you called me shit in bed mate Janis: well... 😏 Jimmy: I fake rocked your world Janis Cavante! 😂 Janis: you know we faked it so i didn't have to fake it 💅 Jimmy: Aaron O'Reilly's walking through the door want me to slip him your number and end this? 😝 Janis: I will murder you. Janis: also he might think your trying to set up a threeway for YOUR benefit, so if you wanna take over the gay rumours that bad, go for it 💋🍆 Jimmy: I've seen you with a pool cue I think I'm safe Jimmy: Give a shit. At least I actually am butch Janis: Psh, you're all show no grow Janis: We're arm wrestling, then you'll see Jimmy: 💪 I'll beat you at that too then, shall I? 🏆 Janis: Bring it on. I won't make you cry too hard, save face in front of the kiddos. Janis: 'Let' them kick your arse too 😜 Jimmy: Try it, baby girl 😝 Jimmy: Cass probs could no lie. Scrappy af that one Janis: Good girl 👍 Janis: Gotta keep you in check Jimmy: Doubt you'll be calling her that when she's shadowed you all weekend Jimmy: She loves you. Who knows why? Janis: I keep telling you I'm a delight Janis: Has this...how long has it been? Month, 2? Of SHEER BLISS taught you nothing Janis: Ruuuuude. Jimmy: Nope. I'm with Team Bobby. You're a gross meanie Jimmy: As all girls are 😂 Janis: Well I'm winning Bobby 'round this weekend by hook or by crook Janis: then you can please yourself, billy no mates Janis: Team Janis 💪 Jimmy: Every bro knows you can't be friends with your girl Jimmy: DUH Janis: Oh yeah, all straight couples HATE each other and that's #goals Janis: If I can't be chatting shit on you, how will I get to talk about you constantly to my gals? Janis: Singing your praises? I THINK NOT Jimmy: Speaking of, Gracie and co are back on the premise that Tall Tammy left her....something. I wasn't listening. Should I break the news we won't be here for date night or do you want to do the honors Janis: Dignity? That's long gone, honey. Janis: Ooh, lemme do it, you're coming round with the sausage anyway Janis: We can do it together baby Jimmy: awhhh Jimmy: I've hidden the mistletoe but she can see the top of the highest counters!! I'm on borrowed time what do I do? Janis: Headbutt her in the teeth Janis: 'Accidentally' Janis: Can't help being a normal-sized human Jimmy: #customerservice Jimmy: then recommend her our chewy cookies 😂 Janis: You can see why I'm not trying to be your work wifey too, yeah? 😂 Janis: If you can convince any of those girls to break their diet, I'll be impressed Janis: Don't count if they go vom in the bogs after tho Jimmy: Gracie might be on her way already. One of her posse asked what you were getting me for Christmas and I didn't hold back Janis: Oh no, am I about to get slut-shamed? 😲 Janis: Or, heaven forfend, tips Janis: I will die Jimmy: Damn I didn't think of that. Sorry Janis: Its cool Janis: She's all mouth anyway, not in a beneficial to the cause way Janis: Be interesting hearing what she thinks you want, keep ya posted lol Jimmy: 🙌 Can't wait Janis: that's what you're meant to say about my present! Jimmy: I did, swear 🤞 Janis: what do you actually want Jimmy: Don't worry about it Janis: Oh, is it? If I'm not fucking your brains out you're not interested Janis: Fine then, save my reddies. 👍 Jimmy: That's what I was thinking. Stage a break up before 🎄 for max drama and min spends Janis: Cool. If you wanna. Janis: Just don't tell everyone you chucked me 'cos I wouldn't give it up. Already a frigit. Janis: What's the story then? Jimmy: Obviously not. We've been hooking up for ages got to keep it #goals Jimmy: I don't know haven't thought that far ahead it just makes sense to get out before gifting Janis: Yeah. Fair. Janis: Think on and let me know Jimmy: You too. We can brainstorm at the weekend. Nothing but time then Jimmy: Can't break up right after the break though Janis: Would look sus, yeah. Janis: Maybe I'll whup you one too many times, your fragile male ego can't hack it, eh? Jimmy: Grace'd be smug 😩 Jimmy: Can't even fake that, babe Jimmy: Nobody'd believe the story Janis: She's gonna be regardless Janis: I got the shitty end of the stick here like but ain't nowt we can do about it now Janis: 🙄 Jimmy: No we're goals we just burned too bright that's all 😂 Jimmy: You've got way more time served with me than she does any of her boos she doesn't win Janis: Mhmm. Calm down, Icarus. Sure you'll be comparing some other bint on a balcony to the sun in no time. 😘 Janis: Suppose so. Least hers are real, if not short-lived, and, well, shit. Janis: She won't know the difference anyway Jimmy: There's nobody like you 💕 Jimmy: Exactly I'm not going to tell her we weren't real Janis: Bullshit 💕 Janis: True enough, I'll take it. Jimmy: Shit gotta go the boss is back Jimmy: Love you 💕 Janis: Love you too, Jonathon 💕