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The Criminal Mastermind, Part 1. (Love's Wrecks, Part 8.)

Description: Heartbreak is one hell of a bitch. And one Edward Teach could tell you all about it. Yet thanks to Fate being a little trickster, there’s a person who enters his life to remind him of how nice it is of having someone he can confide in, someone he can care about, and someone he can trust. To remind him, what it means to have a friend for better or worse.

Part Summary: Back on board the Revenge, the crew was up to its usual shenanigans - unfortunately, it wall becoming a bit too much for all of you. And therefore, you decide to figure out something that would allow you to have a break.

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A/N: Uh, so obviously I have disappeared for a long, long time and I had to find my way back into writing and continuing this series naturally. I had a plot point I wanted to get across in mind, I know what part of the story we are in. I just wanted to go back to approaching it with sense and emotion, and I found out that if I'll want to have the characters have a good dialogue, these chapters will be long as hell. Therefore, I decided to divide this chapter into 2 parts. :)

Tagging: @le--petit--croissant @missdictatorme

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Anyone on board the ship understood how it happened or how did you manage to lure Edward out in the first place, but they started seeing their captain way more than once every two, three weeks. Each noon, he’d take a stroll around the ship to check that everything was in place, so he could greet and chat with his crew before he'd disappear once more; it could be felt that the captain's presence is making everyone's mood a bit better. Besides boosting the overall morale, it ensured that Izzy's competencies as Ed's right hand were heavily reduced. Now, he couldn't bully anyone into oblivion no matter how much he wanted to - sure, you were still just "useless fucking fuckers", "a bunch of twats and morons" and "brainless idiots", but he couldn't throw anyone overboard just for his amusement. It could be felt that Edward is slowly picking up the reigns of captainhood by chatting with all the men and asking about what is on their minds, by giving them direct orders, and occasionally, he stuck around for long enough to laugh upon hearing their newest, craziest stories. This was pushing Izzy off his usurped pedestal - now, he pretty much resembled a small and ugly dog who was all bark and no bite, which was funny enough to watch in itself.

Captain’s presence could be also felt in the way boys approached their tasks, completing each one with much more enthusiasm and care than before. The ship was in a better shape now when compared to whatever you guys were doing in the past few weeks; by all means, it all looked the same, but it felt so different. It felt much better.

While clearing your throat, you wiggled to find a better position to lay in while putting one of your palms below your head. It was yet another lazy afternoon on board the Revenge, just after you and Pete finished playing a game of tennis in the subdeck - needles to say that he managed to roll you over once more simply because he knew the actual rules, while you had to learn step by step; sadly for him, you were catching up at a fast pace. Now, it was time to lay down, close your eyes, and suntan during your afternoon siesta. This time, Frenchie and Roach joined you; there wasn't a word spoken and the air was beautifully warm and humid just enough, almost refreshing.

Now, at this hour of the day, the sunshine was dim and less direct so it was pleasant for you to bask in it for hours on end. Sure, each of you had responsibilities they were supposed to be doing, but afternoon siesta was way more important than whatever it was all three of you were supposed to be doing. As you sighed, clearly lost in your thoughts, Frenchie turned his head to you and asked you about what you were thinking of. "I'm just thinking... It's amazing that we were able to get the captain out of his quarters, but he's still kind of meh and keeps to himself." - You mumbled, making both of the men hum in agreement. - "So... What if we'd prepare some sort of fun activity for him, you know? That's where I bumped into an issue - I don't know, what is that something that he enjoys? Something that really fills his guts with excitement?" "Let me see. The screams of innocent people, seeing ships going down in flames, watching his portrait on wanted posters..." - "Also, plundering, pillaging, stealing, setting stuff on fire in general, making people scared, I'm fifty-fifty on torture... Music and art if he's in the right head space. You can choose, really." - Roach counted on his fingers, making you lazily turn your head to look at him. "Is there anything that isn't listed as a crime except the last two?" "No, I don't think so." - Frenchie answered this time, Roach immediately seconding his words. - "It's a pirate captain first and foremost."

"But I don't wanna sink another ship, guys, that's all we're about these days. Wasn't the French one enough for this week? We split the treasures and all of the sweets pretty equally. And we also traded all of the captives for a decent amount of gunpowder." - One of the guys wanted to object, but you shushed them even before they managed to take a breath. - "I remember that happening just because Wee John was giggling as he rolled the barrels on board - he even wished them good night. You all got your fair share of plundering this week." "Uhm, Y/N, I don't know if you caught up with that information yet..." - Frenchie sat up, waving his palms around in a grandiose gesture. - "But you are kind of a pirate now. That's kind of what we do, it's our whole thing."

For a bit, you were looking at each other; you were furrowing and Frenchie was looking at you with his mouth open and eyebrows rose, as if he was waiting for the information to click inside your brain; at which you had to roll your eyes and scoff. Roach, on the other hand, couldn't be more unbothered by the topic of your conversation - he rose his hands above his head, spreading all over the wooden part of the deck. He loved to tan. - "Okay, fair, you got a point Frenchie. Nonetheless, I don't think that's what I'd like to do to cheer him up." "Fine, what would you like to do, then?" "What about something that can be could be taken as a minor offense? Let's steal a... Barrel of oranges or a bolt of fabric." - You proposed, having Roach giggle and Frenchie look at you with confusion.

"I don't recall that anyone would be calling Blackbeard the 'Orange stealing pirate'. Let me tell you that if you'd be out there pirating on your own, you'd be a horrible pirate." - The man muttered, laying back onto the deck himself as he shook his head with peals of genuine laughter. Stealing oranges, wow. You could be out of this world at times. "If I was somewhere out there on my own, I wouldn't be in the pirate business at all, just to remind you." - With that, you picked yourself up and stretched your back with a long, lazy yawn. The sky was slowly getting darker, so it was an ideal time to brew some tea and carry it to Edward's quarters. - "You two better come up with something interesting then, sir pirates. I'm off!"

While humming one of Frenchie's lute songs you walked into the kitchen, just to see absolute havoc breaking out in there. Swede was laying on the kitchen table, screaming for his dear life, while Buttons was standing at the head of the table - holding a cleaver risen above his head. The smile he had on his face was terrifying, to say the least.

Olu must've found this situation going on since he was trying to defuse the situation; he was asking Buttons to take it nice and easy, to put the cleaver down, and to talk it through... As a crew. Needless to say, it had little to no effect on Buttons. While the three men were to screaming at each other unintelligibly, you carefully tiptoed behind Buttons, knocking the cleaver out of his palm. The blade of the kitchen tool slid into a small cranny between the wooden planks, not falling through thanks to the handle. Which, of course, prompted Lucius to squeal in surprise. As everyone in the kitchen fell silent, you could hear Lucius' mumbling coming from the subdeck before he fell silent.

"What in the world is going on here? Are you two rehearsing a murder scene up in here or is it that finger thing of yours, Buttons?" - You asked tiredly, snatching the cleaver away from Buttons' proximity to put it back in its place, nudging his shoulder. It was the finger thing that was driving Buttons in the last few days, so you knew that he neither Swede planning on performing any sort of play anytime soon. - "That's the third time this week alone, Buttons. We're getting fucking sick of it. Olu, take that poor man away from here and tell Pete to look after him for a bit, thank you." "But..." - Buttons objected, making you turn your face to him once more. "No buts or butts. Come on, what did we say about eating, sewering, or cutting parts off your crewmates, eh? This is also Roach's favorite cleaver, he would get upset if you'd..." - With an exhale, you put a pot of water on the stove to start brewing, leaving your elbows on the counter with your eyebrows risen. Olu was helping Swede off the table in the meantime.

"Olivia told me I need to finish this ritual before the next moonglow baskin'." - The guy told you with a serious expression, rising his chin up and popping his eyes out as he tended to usually do when he wanted to appear terrifying or mysterious. Unfortunately, it was to no avail. - "Need to get one finger, notin' more." "And I'll tell you once again that there are various ways of acquiring a human finger. You can haggle it on the black market next Harbor day or something! Mother of Christ, you don't cut it off your friends! We kinda need the crew around in case you haven't figured yet."

"What if ya gimme one of yours, lassie?" - Buttons asked with his eyes narrowed, walking closer to you. Whatever happened to him, he was seriously out of touch this time, freaking you the hell out. And, of course, of all people, he had to corner Swede... The biggest blunt man on the ship. "Out. "Won't even hurt a bit, I promise." "I said out. Go. Now. Bye." - And with another exhausted sigh, you watched as Buttons walked out of the kitchen with intense mumbling right as Olu came back. After Buttons was truly gone, you both just leaned into the counter and stretched the napes of your necks, not believing anything that was just happening right in front of your eyes.

"What is going on? It's been barely two days since Buttons attempted to cut Fang's finger off while he was asleep - good thing Jim was coming back from the toilet that night." - You said, walking to the stove to check the pot, steering the water a bit. - "Why would anyone in their right mind want to cut off someone's finger anyway?" "Something tells me you've just answered yourself." - Oluwande muttered out, watching you prepare the tray and the tea itself. - "In their right mind, see? We don't know where is Buttons from, but people must've been insane there. I think we all need to catch a bit of breath, you know? We need to relax and have a bit of fun. The last two weeks were a killer, even Jim is pretty on edge the last few days."

"Uh-uh, that's not a bad idea, Olu. Truly. What do you usually do when you need to catch a bit of breath? Haven't been part of this kind of crisis yet." - While asking the question, you were preparing also a piece of pie on a small plate with gold-laced edges, your newest savaging find. - "Do you... Tie Buttons to the musk so he wouldn't eat anyone on the ship? Let Swede pretend he's your mermaid by letting him sing all day long? Maybe a bit of wrestle matching in the subdeck with Pete and Wee John? Hard to tell, actually."

"All of that sounds tempting, one way or another." - The man answered with an amused scoff, helping you fetch the sugar and milk. - "Truth is that any of us really knows. It was usually Stede who made us slow down and sit down, who came up with a certain activity and let us do that until we talked about what was going on inside our heads, because he believed bottling everything up hurts us even more. I can see in hindsight that he knew what he was doing, it was pretty relieving." "Stede sounds like a really wise man." - You smiled sentimentally, pouring hot water into the kettle, preparing the herb mixture to brew.

"Well, since you bit the topic of Stede... How are things the captain? Have you talked about them yet? Or anything else he should know?" - Olu eyed you down, holding the door open for you as you balanced the tray in your palms. - "We did... If Stede's what you're talking about. I mean, he definitely didn't share the details, but I came to my understanding of how everything went down. There are other things I still need to tell him, but, all of them are tricky." "Don't bottle it up." - Olu sighed. "As I said, Stede is a wise man." - With that, you set out on your way. - "Oh, by the way, Olu." - You whispered, turning your head back to Olu, making him come closer. - "Go to Lucius and ask him for another fairytale book, we're almost done with Andersen." "Will do, ma'am."

As usual, Edward was sitting in his huge, plushy chair - this time, he was sitting in front of an opened window with his ankles laying in the window frame as he stared onto the land appearing on the horizon. Upon watching you enter, the man sent a smile your way before picking himself up and helping you set the tea. After the whole 'basking in the moonglow' hurray project you came up with, something had shifted between the two of you - you couldn't quite put your finger on it or name it, neither you wanted to, but everything suddenly felt more personal from that point on... The atmosphere was different. And it necessarily wasn't a bad thing. Oftentimes, Edward started noticing small itsy-bitsy details you'd never suspect him to register; one time, that was a week ago, the man extolled the fabric of your new shirt which was given to you by Lucius, freshly cleaned and everything. He also noted that the color of it suited your eyes very nicely - and you'd never suspect the man could be into anything fashion-related in the first place. Lucius, upon hearing the prases you've been given, grinned and bumped your shoulder with his palm.

This time certainly wasn't going to be an exception. Just upon looking at you, Edward noticed that the black circles under your eyes deepened a bit and that your eyes weren't as glowy as per usual, immediately chiming in on it. - "Well, you're looking fucking exhausted. Something happened, something I would need to know about? Are they giving you a hard time?" - The captain said as he poured you a cup and pushed it closer to you, trying not to dwell on you with his gaze for too long. "Buttons tried butchering a member of the crew again, Swede from all of the people this time. Remember how I told you about the whole Fang thing? How Buttons wants someone's finger?" "Mhm, certainly do." "That nut job just picked up Roach's best cleaver and cornered Swede on the kitchen table... And you know how simple can Swede get at times, so he was just lying there like a dog waiting for his treat. I swear... If Buttons murders someone, it's not on me."

"That sounds like something I'd laugh at, not gonna lie." - Edward muttered out with a scoff in while pushing another chair next to his one; this one was for you. He wanted you to join him in staring at the mainland on the horizon... Which certainly could be another relaxing activity to do in the afternoon. You caught yourself enjoying it quite a lot. "Fun? Try coming and calming the havoc down; Buttons hissing and mumbling god knows what, Swede is screaming at the top of his lungs and Olu is sweating, waving his palms around chaotically, trying to defuse the tension; God bless him. And after we managed to get Swede out, Buttons turns to me, and will all the audacity he asks me, if I'd give him my finger." "If it gets fucking bad, you know you have my permission to lock Buttons in the closet until he gets over it." - The man reminded you, sitting beside you while letting out a long exhale.

"Well, while talking about 'getting over it', there's this one thing,, actually." - You assumed, leaning into the back of the chair with a contained smile. - "Shoot, I'm all ears." "Olu said that the crew used to do some stuff which let them express what was worrying them, back in the day... What I mean is that they got it all out and felt better afterward, you see?" - Even though the pitch was subtle and you didn't mention Stede's name either, Edward precisely knew what you meant. Grinning, he hummed and prompted you to carry on. - "I wondered if you'd maybe know about something? These guys really need a breather." "Sorry to disappoint, but none of that was never my area." - Blackbeard muttered almost immediately, using the tone that usually signaled you to back off. For a moment, you were both silently staring off into the distance; you didn't speak up solely because you could basically hear the thoughts going through Edward's head.- "On the other hand, if you'd come up with something, full send it. I'll make sure Izzy won't bother you."

"I'm taking your word on that." - Agreeing on said matter, you started asking him about his day and what was on his mind, chatting away as you always did. And as per usual, it turned into a pretty interesting conversation and to your surprise, you learned that Edward is planning on anchoring in one of the nearby towns to restock. But this time, it wasn't to be any small village located at the end of the world but rather a whole ass big town. At first, you didn't seem to realize what he was trying to get across, yet when you did, you froze for a bit. "Oh." - Was all you said upon the realization. The next question was uttered in a quiet trembling voice that almost brought Ed's heart to the edge of breaking. - "But... I'm a member of the crew now, am I not?"

"You adapted well and did everything you had been asked for and even more than that, for sure, but, you see..." - The man clicked his tongue and looked at you with an unhappy furrow. - "There's this whole drama about you being the wife of Judge Trott and I don't think I'll manage to change Izzy's mind this time." There was a pretty long moment when you two simply remained staring back at one another, the idyl being suddenly thrown out of the window and long forgotten. To be frank, you hoped that maybe, just maybe, Ed would forget about the whole selling you into slavery ordeal.

Since you've joined the crew, you have found yourself at the center of defusing many conflicts... For example, it was you who talked Wee John out of trading two barrels of gunpowder for one of the teacups Edward really adored, it was you who spoke to Roach regarding his torturing tendencies (and persuaded him into not giving in to them) and first and foremost, it was you who was spending their time reading the crew bedtime stories; if he'd need more proof, it was you who came up with the birthday party idea and who also swayed said birthday man from cutting a finger off his crewmate - multiple times. Blackbeard's men liked you, they were glad that you were around... And you knew that Ed must've been enjoying himself to one degree or another. Given how quickly all emotion evaporated out of your face, Ed could easily recognize that you became distressed. The glow out of your eyes disappeared altogether, your lips were opening and parting on their own as you tried coming up with an answer, shaking your head in the end. With a sigh, you put your cup on the side of your chair and picked yourself up to clean the morning tea off the table so you could leave the cabin. At least he told you only the day before you were supposed to go which was pretty considerate of him.

You could... Spend the night on your own at the very beginning of the deck; there was a small, secluded corner right under it, a small ridge that was hardly accessible for everyone but you. It was Lucius who told you about the spot and you went there anytime you simply needed to catch a breath. The night was seemingly going to be warm, so the air would be gently breezing, letting you close your eyes as you'd breathe in the fresh, salty air and let droplets of water fall on your skin. It would be pretty nice to do before you'd have to... Work somewhere in utter, deep dirt while listening to every order and get whipped in case you would misbehave - in case you wouldn't be considered to be just a piece of meat.

"Y/N, come on, I didn't mean it like that. I don't want you to go." "I just... Forgot about this entire deal. For quite some time, this ship started feeling like home to me, I've..." - You wanted to tell Edward how much you appreciated his hospitality and that thanks to all of his men, you felt like you found a place to which you belonged. They were treating you as their equal, always made sure that there was anything bugging you off or ailing you, who made you laugh all the time, and who felt like... Family. As insane as it seemed, they felt like family. All of them. - "It's nice that you'd like me to stay and join your crew for a bit more, captain, but... Honestly, it'll just be better to get on with it like the civilized, adult folk we are." Upon hearing your tone and all of the posh, formal phrases you decided to use, Edward rolled his eyes and scoffed without any sign of amusement.

Frankly, Edward was keen on forgetting the whole deal too - you weren't by any means the best pirate he had bumped into, quite the opposite in fact. But by being your least-pirate self, you were proving that even an ordinary posh lady could be helpful. And... The man even had to admit that his selfish self wasn't ready to see you go just yet; as of that time frame, you were the one who was taking most of the baggage off his mind, who talked to him about everything and anything, someone who became his great friend, who made him feel there's still light and love present in the world around him, that he doesn't have to be only the Blackbeard everyone was so terrified of and... He liked you. In what way precisely Ed wasn't sure yet, he simply knew that he liked having you around.

"Shut it for a moment, will you? I totally put it wrong. The last time I made a similar pack with Izzy, I wasn't able to change his mind and it almost cost us the life of the entire crew - he's very stubborn and vengeful when it comes down to it. But I haven't said I won't be trying to change his mind again." - Saying that, the man stood up and watched as you put the porcelain down, looking back at him. Your expression hasn't changed a single bit; if anything, you were looking more pissed than before. - "Fuck, listen - I appreciate you as my company, wench. You're everyone's friend and the crew would mutiny and throw me overboard if I'd let you get sold off now. Regardless if you're the wife of Judge fucking Trott or not, why would I care? If you'd like to get out, just say the word. I'll make it happen. If not... Stay for now."

"Are you being serious or are you just making sure I won't freak out?" "Listen closely." - Blackbeard pointed his finger at you and furrowed, his already dark eyes darkening a bit more. - "I've been a lot of things throughout my life, okay? A captain, a pirate, a whoreson, a murderer, a plunderer, a thief... But I've never been a fucking liar." It was this statement of his that brought to the other topic you wished to discuss. The longer you've been putting on the Mrs. Trott mascarade in front of Edward, the worse you felt. By that point, it felt like it didn't even matter if you were just a simple servant or a posh lady, it wouldn't change anything about the dynamic you and Edward carefully created step by step.

Edward Teach might not have been a liar, but you sure were... Weren't you? The silence in the cabin was getting pretty loud as you slowly inhaled, leaning your palms into the desk of the table. It was probably the time to tell Edward that you might've not been exactly who he thought you were the entire time, it was the time to get it off your chest. No way in hell he'd get a lot of money for you, in case anyone would pay him for a mediocre-looking slave like yourself. Especially if the entire story behind it was crafted by you, Olu and Frenchie. Did Trott even have a wife? How on Earth would any of you know? You were just mediocre fucking pirates trying to make a living.

"It's pretty strange to bring this up, but I already knew it would come sooner or later. We need to talk about something, I feel like." - The entire posture of your body was telling Edward that you weren't feeling comfortable at all; your gaze was shooting all around the room while you started to tap a melody onto the wood. - "Just promise me you won't freak out or anything. You see, it's funny, but my name..." The confession was on the tip of your tongue and it almost flew out of your mouth; but at the last second, Izzy swung the door wide open. If that didn't happen, you'd tell Teach all about how you came up with a cover-up story and you'd explain to him that you were just a poor servant who was sailing along with their ma'am and found themselves caught up in the middle of a naval battle. That's who you were and against all the odds, you were pretty positive about Edward being cool with it - for some reason, you were positive that this could be a hilarious story to bring up at some pirate gathering or whatnot; if pirates gathered, that was. Yet, the moment was disrupted when you stepped away from the wooden desk, shyly looking away while picking up the tray once more. As soon as Izzy started rambling about Buttons' deteriorating mental state, about which you already reported to Edward, you knew that the chance was gone. And you also acknowledge that it will take you a long time to gather up enough confidence to bring it up again. You disappeared quietly, without interrupting the conversation; mainly because everything Izzy historically muttered to the captain was hilarious in itself and you didn't wanna miss a word from the rat's monologue. Just as you were closing the door, you nodded at Teach with a genuine thankful smile and left them to it.

It was hard to keep yourself relaxed and make sure your mind was in order as you tried to fall asleep. The men were sleeping around you, snoring loudly; Frenchie, who was commissioned with having the night watch sleeping in the crow nest as well. The air was warm, the sky was clear and the ship was swaying gently from side to side, but even the view of the stars wasn't enough to lull you to sleep. No matter how much you tried, even through believing in Ed's promise, there was some sort of panic arising inside of your chest. You were so off, in fact, that when you heard the crew yapping and bicker during dinner time, you just stabbed the tip of your knife into the wooden deck, storming out of the room with little to no explanation just so you could take in a fresh breath.

The entire morning, as you prepared the ship for docking and made sure that everything is tidied up and in its place; like the rigging and the lock on the door leading to your gunpowder supplies since Wee John was weirdly keen on staying behind just to look after it. Olu and Roach, as usual, put together a grocery list that needed to be bought so you wouldn't starve for the next week. The entire time, your stomach was grumbling and your palms were shaking as you attempted to fold the ropes into neat loops and knots, just as Buttons taught you; everyone else seemed to be in a good mood overall, they were ready to spend their afternoon in a normal city for one... Not realizing that your entire future might've been on the line that morning. And you weren't to ruin the mood for them.

By the time Pete and Olu disembarked to make sure the ship is properly anchored and to talk to the person who was overseeing the docks, you were practically breaking down. The worst part was that you were barely being overly dramatic; there were tears in your eyes, your breathing was incredibly shallow, and your head? Your head was empty. As you saw Izzy eyeing you down upon walking out of Ed's quarters, you knew that this was the moment of truth - now, your breath hitched entirely as you watched the man back, furrowing at him while holding the wooden railing in your palm. And in the last moment, Edward embarked from behind Izzy, dressed up in his captain attire. This was when most of the crew turned around to look at them with genuine surprise in their expressions, watching both of them descend the stairs while walking closer to you. - "Mrs. Trott." - Blackbeard nodded with all due politeness, prompting Izzy to talk.

"I and the captain were talking about what we should do with you for the last half an hour." - Every word Izzy had gritted through his teeth while pretending that he has at least one ounce of respect for you was harming him internally, for sure. Last few weeks, you got used to bickering and spitting various phrases at each other since he was the right hand and you knew very well that you could talk back at him anytime you wanted... Because Edward liked being around you and thus, speaking while pretending you're at least somewhat respecting one another was rather complicated. - "And we agreed that we wouldn't get any sort of good coin for you here, at this fucking end of the world. On top of that, the morons would've most likely arrested us if they'd gotten to know that we captured you. Therefore, Jim and Olu will keep a close on you. If you say a word to anyone, wench, I swear to Kraken that I..." "That's enough." - Just as Izzy's facade started to break, Edward put his palm on Izzy's shoulder and pushed him away from you.

As the statmenet ran through your mind, it was easily read that you were outright confused, attempting to pick up whatever Izzy was laying down. They wouldn't get paid properly? Yeah, right, no surprise there; you were barely worth a hen, let alone a pouch of gold. Arrested? For abduction? But then... Oh, you realized, your gaze flickering between the two men. It all clicked together. Holly hell... Edward did it - he managed to either talk Izzy out of selling you entirely or he managed to sway him some other way. Whichever of these two options, you were grateful beyond any reasonable reason; without realizing you were doing so, you caught Izzy's palm to shake it. - "Thank you so much, sir. So, so, so much." "Stop, for fuck's sake you wench, let me go. All of you other idiots, come here!" - While taking in a deep breath, Izzy stepped aside and started adjusting his shirt; he did that anytime he got uncomfortable.

While Izzy told the crew anything you needed to do in the evening and what were a few exquisite specialties you needed to haggle somewhere on the market, you and Edward stayed behind and leaned your elbows into the railing. With a grateful smile and glow in your eyes, you looked up to Teach and nodded at him. - "Thank you." "I didn't manage to change his mind entirely, but I bought you a few weeks." - Edward muttered back, smiling back at you unknowingly. - "You're welcome. I'll need to make him busy, though; I came up with some fortuitous task, so..." "Sounds like you're gonna have fun, eh?" "Don't make me sell you." - Edward muttered silently, noticing that Izzy is already leaving the ship while still mumbling nonsense angrily. Since you could hear that he was joking, you just scoffed and waved at them as they left the deck. - "It's still on the table."

You still did just as you had been told to do; you were following Olu and Jim around, marking this as yet another of your Harbor days. This one, though, was more special than all the other Harbor days; this time was big and modern, showing off everything that modern society was proud of. Each of the women was dressed in expansive dresses, having jewelry hanging on their necks and ears; their wigs were almost hilariously big and their faces were drenched in make-up... Oh, home sweet home. While exploring the town, you bumped into a few curious shops you visited; there was a store full of luxurious expansive fabric, and a butcher filled with fresh pieces of meat which you all watched with your mouth open. And then, you saw it - all three of you were standing in front of it, looking at the building sitting in the middle of the plaza. Jim and Olu were discussing the architecture and exterior of the building with quite serious faces, yet your expression remained too dumbfound.

"That's it." - You mumbled quietly, shooting your gaze back at the fabric shop. The bank, the fabric shop, a bit of acting, pulling out a fuckery while engaging the entire crew... You'd kill two birds with one stone. - "Oh dear, that's it. I just figured it out." "What did you figure out?" - Jim asked you upon noticing that you were really out of it, looking at the fabric shop, then turning your head to the bank and back to your fabric shop. - "Are you okay, Y/N? You're not looking good." "I figured it out. The activity that will allow you to take a breather. We are about to rob a bank... But with a twist."

#ofmd #our flag means death #our flag means death series/imagine #our flag means death hbo #ofmd crew in action #let's go #we are once again online #i just hope it's not cringe or anything #it was really hard to write this part and to get back into it #i enjoyed it overal tho #blackbeard x fem!reader #edward teach x fem!reader #black pete ofmd #jim ofmd #oluwande ofmd #buttons ofms #of course buttons wants to eat someone #he's fucking bonkers don't judge me #there is like 3 storylines in this part but dw I'll go back into all of them in the next chapter #why is it so long lmao #nothing happened in the chapter #it's just setup i'm so sorry haha #izzy ofmd #love's wrecks (OFMD series) #the swede ofmd

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"So, we're innkeepers now?"

YES. GET THE FANFICTIONS OUT. GET THESE COTTAGECORE GAYS THE OBLIVIOUS IZZY GHOST, AND SEAGULL BUTTONS. I WANT A SITCOM OUT OF THAT INN.

#ofmd #ofms season 2 #ofms s2 finale #stede bonnet #edward teach #izzy hands #nathaniel buttons #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #ed x stede #I mean it #like the crossroads #I NEED IT

[chironeis]

just a little something I made to show my appreciation for this show :)

#I can’t draw or write so I figured fashion will do lol #curious to see if tumblr will like this cause I don’t usually see vids like this circulate on here #ofmd #our flag means death #lucius spriggs #lucius ofmd #stede bonnet #the gentleman pirate #stede #blackbeard #ed teach #edward teach #jim ofmd #jim jimenez #buttons ofms #mr buttons ofmd

[raff-inthebox-olda]

alexa play 'the chain' by the fleetwood mac

[this is an old blog, you can find my new profile and my new works here]

#our flag means death #ofm #ofmd fanart #queer pirates #pirates #i am obsessed by this show #sketch #my sketches #doodle #doodlysketch #Illustration #fanart #taika waititi #frenchie #frenchie ofmd #buttons ofmd #buttons #buttons? more like buttocks #i am sorry

[blazedgraysons]

Love Don’t Cost A Thing

Grayson buys you a car, Twitter stans are mean, and Grayson’s really good at making you feel better. 

A/N: this is part 1 of fics I wrote a month ago, forgot about and finally finished. this started out as a simple fluff and idk what happened. also let’s pretend that Grayson still has a wrapped porsche because I could totally see him wanting to match. 

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: horribly written smut and a lot ofme pretending I know about nice cars

God, some bitches will do anything for clout nowadays.

Honestly, when will Gray wake up and realize she’s just with him for his money?

What a fucking gold-digger.

Gold-digger.

That word rings around your head as you continue to scroll through the replies from Grayson’s latest tweet, each one nastier than the last. You sniffle, wiping your tears and locking your phone, before turning to look at your boyfriend through the bedroom window. He’s outside talking to Ethan excitedly over a car, not just any car but a 2021 Porsche 911. A car he bought just for you.

He had approached you earlier this afternoon with a broad grin. As easily excitable as he is, this didn’t feel out of the ordinary to you, so you simply raise an eyebrow while continuing to sip your coffee.

“Are you finished with your final yet, Y/N ?” He whispers out of caution that you might still be testing.

“Two more questions, then I’m all yours baby. What’s wrong?” A sense of worry washes over you since you know he wouldn’t interrupt you unless it’s crucial. He’d grown accustomed to your new routine since the pandemic began. After asking (begging) for you to quarantine with him, he soon realized that the time he thought you two would spend together was taken up by quizzes, essays, and exams as you finished up your senior year of college. While he was more than willing to take second-place to your studies, he was a little antsy for you to be finished.

“Nothing. I just wanted to show you something out in the shed.” Now, this you do roll your eyes at. While you were occupied with studies, he was out in that godforsaken tiny shed almost every day. Secretly, you were glad Ethan had foregone the bed idea because that was the only thing getting him to come to bed to you every night. You assure you’ll be out in a few minutes and shoo him away to finish the test that will ensure your bachelors.

Only twenty minutes later, you feel as if a crushing weight has been lifted off of your shoulders. You crack your neck before sighing and closing your laptop, elated that the four years of your undergrad were finally behind you. You pull out your phone before remembering your promise to Grayson. You walk out the back kitchen doors and turn the corner, not expecting what was behind it.

Your mouth drops. Sitting in front of you is a shiny, white Porsche complete with a giant red bow on the hood. Your boyfriend sits on top of the back seats, dressed in a blue button-down and black slacks. Grayson’s beaming as he holds a bouquet of roses out towards you. You try to think of something, willing anything to come to your brain, but shock leaves you speechless so you start tearing up instead.

Grayson, mistaking your tears for anger or sadness, is by your side in a minute.

“Angel, what’s wrong? Do you not like it? I wanted to wrap it to match mine, but Ethan said it was a bad idea. But- but we can always go to the dealer and switch it out if you don’t like it or I can -“ He stammers, immediately worried that he had disappointed you. You cut him off with a deep kiss, relieving any worry that was flying through his brain as he grabs your waist to hold you closer.

“No, it’s perfect. You’re perfect. Everything’s perfect. But why?” You question.

“Well, I wanted to do something special for you since you finished school today. And since we can’t travel anywhere, I figured this was the next best thing. You’ve worked so hard these past four years, Angel; I just wanted to show you how proud I am of you and how much I love you.” He explains, scratching the back of his neck nervously. Your heart melts at this. While you had expected maybe a five-star dinner and hopefully some marathon sex, you had no idea your boyfriend would do something so extravagant for you. Never in your wildest dreams did you believe someone would care for you like this, and adoration begins to fill your entire being.

“Grayson, I- I don’t know what to say.” You’re astounded, and every time you look at the car, you’re speechless again.

“Hopefully that you like it. It was kind of expensive.” He jokes, now reassured that your silence is a good thing and not out of anger. You swat his chest before wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him in for another kiss. Just as his hands start to slip towards your ass, you pull away from him.

“Thank you, Grayson. For the car, for letting me stay here, for everything. I don’t deserve you-“

“Don’t start with that.” He cuts you off, leaning in so your foreheads are touching, “You do plenty for me, and if we’re honest, I don’t deserve you. You’re beautiful, intelligent, funny. There’s nothing in the world I wouldn’t do for you, and you can’t change that.” Before you can even respond, you notice Ethan making his way out through the back door.

“Yo, what are you two still doing out here? Don’t you have reservations at six?” He yells out, towel over his shoulder and obviously not expecting the two of you to be interrupting his future tanning session. You turn back to your boyfriend, confused as Grayson sighs exasperatedly and looks up to the sky.

“I haven’t told her about that yet, dickhead.” Grayson yells back to his brother.

“Well, can you hurry up? I want to lay out for a bit, and the weather app says it’s supposed to rain at four.” Ethan asks. You can’t help but giggle, knowing Ethan’s just oblivious to the very intimate moment you and Grayson were having. Grayson huffs, annoyed that his brother is ruining his plan before turning to you.

“I booked us reservations at Il Cielo.” Your eyes widen at the mention of your favorite restaurant.

“But how? It’s been booked for weeks. We couldn’t even get in for my birthday.” You question.

“The owner’s daughters are fans, so I promised a couple pictures tonight in order to get a table. Now go get dressed, we can take your car if you want.” He explains. Images of you two dressed up while Grayson drives the new Porsche fills your mind and you slightly shiver. Grayson, raising an eyebrow to your reaction, leans down for another kiss with you. Right when Grayson’s tongue enters your mouth is when you hear the fake-retching coming from the other twin.

“Bro, go away!” Grayson groans, holding you closer to him. You’re both leaned up against the car as you turn to watch the interaction between the two siblings.

“Fine. But first, let me get a picture of the happy couple. You’d kill me if you didn’t get to flex how good of a boyfriend you are.” He says, grabbing his phone. Grayson moves to argue, but you silence him, posing for the camera instead. You both smile, looking happier and more in love with each other then you’ve ever been. And you can’t help smiling wider when you see the tag and pictures on Twitter.

It only took a few minutes before the hate comments started flooding in. You had set your phone down for a quick shower but returned to notification after notification. It was non-stop dm’s, tweets, and even responses to IG photos from 2016 about how you weren’t good enough for Grayson, how you were just using him, and how he would eventually find someone better.

Usually, you could just ignore it, turn your phone off and turn a blind eye to the negativity spewed at you. But you were already emotionally overwhelmed, and you couldn’t help the small part of you that agreed. What had you done to deserve a man who could drop thousands of dollars on you at a whim? You weren’t impressive, weren’t an influencer or a model, just an average girl who managed to catch his eye.  

Your phone screen starts to blur as tears form in your eyes. You try to stop the burning feeling in your throat. Still, fat tears begin to roll down your cheeks onto the screen as you start sniffling, falling victim to your deepest insecurities. You were so caught up in yourself that you hadn’t even noticed Grayson making his way down the hall.

“Y/N, are you almost ready? We have to leave for the restaurant soon.” He yells towards his room, making his way to you before noticing your sobs. You look up at him before sniffling again, feeling sorry that he had to see you like this.

“What's wrong, Angel?” He asks gently, moving to sit next to you on the edge of the bed. He wraps an arm around your bare shoulder, careful not to move the towel you had wrapped around you from your shower.

“Nothing, it’s nothing. Give me a few minutes, and I’ll be ready.” You attempt to reassure, moving to wipe the tears from your eye. You wince, noticing how unbelievable you sound even to yourself, and you can already tell Grayson is unconvinced.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” He asks. You nod, not meeting his eyes, looking down at your lap instead. He softly grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his intense stare. “So, what’s wrong?”

“God, it’s really nothing. Some fans on Twitter had just tweeted me some stuff and -“ Before you could even finish, he’s grabbing his phone to look at the replies, nostrils flaring as he reads what fans had mentioned you in.

“It’s honestly nothing, G. I was just being overdramatic.” You promise, wanting to drop it at this point and continue with the perfect day you two were having.

He’s silent for a second, which worries you more than anything since he always has something to say. You rub his thigh, trying to comfort him before he grabs your hand.

“You know none of that is true. There is no one better, never will be. My future begins and ends with you.” He whispers, sounding even more hurt than you. You stare at him widely, dumbfounded at the bold confession Grayson just dropped on you. Taking your silence as disbelief, he moves your hand towards his mouth so he can start kissing your wrist.

“Believe me when I say, Y/N, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you. “ He growls, dropping your wrist to move in front of you. “What can I do to get that through your head?”

With that, he grabs your head roughly, bringing you into a hot kiss. You immediately whimper, wrapping your hands around his neck to pull him closer to you. His tongue slides against yours desperately as he rips your towel off you, tossing it carelessly over his shoulder.

You pull away from each other, panting with desire and trying to catch your breath as Grayson goes down to suck warm, wet kisses onto your neck.

Moaning his name, you move to unbutton his shirt shakily while he continues to move down your neck to your chest. You shrug his shirt off before scratching your nails down his chest as he takes one nipple into his mouth.

Twirling the other nipple in his fingers, you arch into him before he’s switching to the other one and repeating this process. He continues like that for a while until you moan and whimper underneath him, trying to grind up into his lap.

“Grayson, please. Touch me.” You mewl, hips bucking when he drags a finger through your slit. Grayson sucks the mess off his finger before looking down at you darkly, hazel eyes turning a deep brown. He kneels down, spreading your legs and placing his large hands on your hips to hold you down. He places soft, open mouth kisses on the apex of your thighs and meets your gaze before speaking again -

“Mine. You’ll always be mine. Nothing can change that.” He promises. You clench around nothing, feeling like you could cum just from his words of reassurance. He notices how you react and sharply inhales.

“Fuck, so pretty.” He breaths out, and you’re not even sure you’re supposed to hear that, watching Grayson lose himself in the desire to express how deep his love runs for you.

He spreads your lips apart with two fingers before licking at your clit softly. He licks it again before pulling you towards him with a long, slow lick watching as you fall apart.

You already knew this was going to take no time on your end, but watching his intense gaze on you causes you to produce more and more wetness, to the point where you feel like you’re leaking onto the mattress.

He stops at your clit, circling it a few times with his tongue before taking it into his mouth. He suckles on it, watching as you fall back onto the mattress with a high pitch whine.

“Grayson.” You moan shakily, moving to get closer to his mouth.

You start rolling your hips onto his face, grabbing your tits to ground yourself somehow. Your moaning consistently now, not knowing how else to convey how good he’s making you feel other than with high-pitched sounds.

He places his arms under your thighs, pulling you closer to him, and starts making out with your pussy, savoring every sweet drop that comes out of you. He sucks harder before pulling back and rubbing at your clit with two fingers.

“So good, Angel. Perfect for me.” He gasps, lips swollen and red. His mouth is dripping, and he shakily runs a hand through his hair before diving back in.

He focuses on your clit this time, sucking hard while reaching to slide two fingers inside of you. He drags them back and forth, feeling you clenching down hard on him.

“Grayson, I’m so close.” You moan, getting louder and louder as he continues to flood your body with pleasure. He sucks on your clit even harder before dragging his fingers against a specific spot, and you’re suddenly overwhelmed with white-hot pleasure. You scream as your orgasm rolls through you in shockwaves, simultaneously pulling away and trying to get closer to him.

He doesn’t take his mouth off you and groans loudly at how your pussy pulsates in his mouth. He notices he’s grinding in the air and presses a palm down to relieve some of the pressure in his pants.

You lay there with an arm over your eyes, taking ragged breaths trying to calm yourself down. Grayson finally removes himself from you and goes up to lay next to you, stroking your hair and moving your arm so you can look at him.

“Never has a man ever made me cum that hard.” You mutter. He laughs at that before he turns to kiss you softly, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips and tongue. His kissing grows sloppier and sloppier until he’s slotting himself in between your thighs.

You reach down to unbutton his pants and pull them and his briefs down as far as you can until he leans back to remove them altogether.

He gets back in position, kissing you some more while his rock-hard cock brushes up against your thigh. He grinds into you as you pull away from him.

“Gray?”

“Yeah.” he murmurs hotly, continuing to grind into you.

“Fuck me, please.” You purr.

He breathes shakily and lines up with you, rolling his hips into you slowly. You both moan at the first thrust, his guttural and deep and yours high-pitched and whiny. He slowly grinds into you one, two, three times before picking up and thrusting into you properly.

He grabs one of your legs, placing it over his shoulder, allowing him to reach inside you deeper. He speeds up, overwhelming you with the relentless snap of his hips.

“Grayson.” you cry as he reaches down to rub your clit. He groans, unsure whether to look at your aroused eyes, your bouncing tits, or how effortlessly his dick enters and leaves your pussy. He tries to look at all three before groaning, “So fucking hot, Y/N.” He leans down to kiss and suck at your neck before growling in your ear, “Don’t give a fuck what anyone says. You’re so perfect for me. So wet and tight.”

At this point, he’s speaking incoherently. So overwhelmed by how well you’re taking him that he’s saying anything and everything that comes to his brain. That doesn’t stop his words from going directly to your clit, and you moan loudly at his words, begging for him to fuck you harder.

He does as asked, and it isn't until he leans down to kiss you again that you feel your second orgasm hit you like a freight train. You cry out while you dig sharp nails into his back, riding out your orgasm as he continues to pound into you. His thrusts stutter as you clamp down on him like a vice. He continues to roll his hips while cursing lowly into your ear.

“Cum for me, G. Please. I need it.” You whisper while scratching lightly up his back, hoping this will edge him on to finish. Sure enough, his hips stutter as his dick swells before hotly cumming inside you.  He groans out loudly, rocking his hips slowly into you before coming to a complete stop. He lays down on top of you, grabbing a blanket to cover the two of you.

You run your hands through his hair as he softly kisses your forehead.

“I love you, no matter what. Don’t listen to Twitter.” He confirms, sleepily. You hum in agreement, kissing his neck as a response.

“I love you more.”

You both are quiet, the silence lulling you to sleep before Grayson is rapidly jerking himself out of you. You look at his wild expression, concerned.

“Fuck, I forgot about our reservations.”

#if you saw this post earlier #no you didn't #grayson dolan #grayson dolan fic #grayson dolan x reader #grayson dolan smut #grayson dolan blurb #dolan twins #dolan twins blurb #dolan twins smut #dolan twins x reader #blazedwritings

[if-found-return-to-gusu]

Saturdate with Lan Zhan Pt 3

So for added dramatic flair, once we got out I draped myself over a hay bale and cried that I thought we were going to die but you saaaved us Lan Zhaaaan you saved us! You’re a hero!! 

Did people stare? Yes. But I like to think they were amused and charmed. 

Hah.

Lan Zhan smiled again and offered me a hand to help me up again. 

I asked him how he was so good at getting out. Surely he must have done a corn maze before and he’d been leading me on this whole time!

Instead of answering he picked something out of my hair. Straw? A leaf? Doesn’t matter. 

My heart exploded again so I just did the only thing I could do in such a situation.

I swooned dramatically again, though this time I swooned into his arms. (I swear this man could probably bench a truck if asked).

He caught me

Because he’s wonderful 

But then

He

Kissed

My 

Fucking 

Cheek 

Again!

FUCK

 I mean I know I started it but FUCK 

I have opened a door that will probably just give me more heartache in the end. But at the time I really just… didn’t care. All I cared about was being so close to him. 

Eventually my brain started functioning again and I managed to gather enough willpower to stand up straight again. 

Cleared my throat and asked him what he wanted to do next. 

“Eat” he says

In that smooth as velvet voice of his. That I could honestly listen to forever. He could read the dictionary to me and I’d be happy. 

Shame he’s so efficient with his words though. I’ll take what I can get. Every word is a gem. 

And I wasn’t gonna complain that that was his choice either because i was starving at that point, but didn’t want to admit I’d skipped breakfast. 

I don’t know why. Just didn’t want him to know. 

Anyway we went to the little area with a bunch of food trucks and told him to get however much of whatever he wanted. I’d been saving up for this ever since I decided I wanted to take him out (it’s much easier when you work for a job that actually fucking PAYS you but I digress.)

He stared at the menus for a while and pretty much got a bit of everything except the real basic stuff like Pizza and burgers. 

He said he was trying everything that was new to him. (MY HEART)

And apparently that includes corn on the cob?????? How can you never have eaten corn on the cobb??????????

Well… on second thought. Having seen him, his brother, and his uncle… I think it is kinda hard to picture them all just sitting at the table and gnawing at a corn cob like some sort of animal with a bone. 

Anyway I felt like a little goblin hoarding all this food. We skittered over to the picnic tables and laid out our feast. I cackled like the goblin I was and I got another smile from Lan Zhan. 

<3

We split everything but I made sure Lan Zhan got the first bite of it all before I did. That way he could have more of what he liked and I could polish off what he didn’t like!

Turns out he has a sweet tooth! He went to TOWN on those mini donuts!  

I was so excited to see him trying all this stuff and asking what he thought

Do you like this? What did you think about that one?

Should we get more of that later?

That I forgot that I was dying of hunger like a poor family on the Oregon Trail. 

Until he shoved a corndog in my mouth and told me to eat. 

Oh Lan Zhan what would I do without you~? <3

(Seriously though. My life would be so much worse without you in it. Thank you, Lan Zhan, for taking such good care ofme. I don’t deserve it but you do it anyway. I hope I was able to give back even a fraction of that care.)

We worked our way through our feast fit for kings and I found I was very glad we hadn’t eaten BEFORE the maze or Lan Zhan would have had to roll me. 

I told Lan Zhan as much and that smooth fucker said he would have just carried me!

“Noooo I’m so fat now with this little food baby I’d break your back!” I protested like an eloquent prince. I started rubbing said food baby while resisting the VERY strong urge to undo the button on my jeans which were a biiiit tooo snug now. 

And of course because I can NEVER WIN AGAINST THIS MAN 

He replied “I’ll carry you both” like the smooth fucker he is.

“What a diligent father!” tease in a feeble attempt to save some face. 

And he just

SMILES at me again. Like a real noticeable to the general public smile!

And my heart just STOPS.

I yelled at him to WARN me before he smiles like that. My poor heart. 

He just smiled AGAIN while promising to try. 

THAT FUCKER

I bumped him with my shoulder because honestly what else was there to say? He is the ONLY person in the WORLD who can leave me speechless. And he takes advantage of that WAY too often! It’s not fair!

TBC

#Lan Zhan #lan wangji #wei ying #wei wuxian #wangxian #long post #(Modern AU!)

[inherentlyrational]

Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Junkrat | Jamison Fawkes/Roadhog | Mako Rutledge, l OMC/OFM (for parental purposes), Background Reaper76 Characters: Junkrat | Jamison Fawkes, Roadhog | Mako Rutledge, OMC, OFC, Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Hana “D.Va” Song, Lúcio Correia dos Santos, Aleksandra “Zarya” Zaryanova, Mei-Ling Zhou, Shelby Fawkes, Tobias Fawkes, Manawa Rutledge, Taika Rutledge Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, super slow burn, Drug Use, alcohol use, Subtext, In-game quotes, Drug Dealing, Crossdressing, Feelings Realization, Multi-Part, AU, Highschool AU, Overwatch - Freeform, Masturbation, Guilt masturbation, Pining, Mutual Pining, Experimentation Summary:

The one where Teen!Junkrat pays off one of his buyers with a steady supply of solid bud to punch people for him.

— High School AU

Jamison ‘Junkrat’ Fawkes enlists the help of one of his regulars as a 'bodyguard’ of sorts to fend off the slew of assholes he deals within his line of low-level pot dealing. His choice in muscle definitely has nothing to do with the fact that he thinks the big'un is kinda alluring and weird and cute. Defo not. Or that he has a knack for pushing the wrong buttons. Or a mom who doesn’t want to take any hints.

And… A begrudged (assumed bully) Mako Rutledge takes on the job with a cringe, realizing too soon that he’s in for the long haul and that for what it’s worth, his intimidation skills don’t work on Fawkes whatsoever.

A slow burn of epic (this is gonna be looooooong) proportions, featuring some High School aged down Junkers (and other Overwatch folks) in a non-Omnic-fucked world.

#sorry this took fivever #roadrat #junkhog #jamison fawkes #mako rutledge #roadhog #junkrat #overwatch

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'My wife did not do anything,' Bradford man backs wife amid rumours she caused destructive fire

BRADFORD, ONT. — Fernando Francisco’s wife, Angel, is in the hospital in ICU, clinging to life after a fire broke out at an apartment building in Bradford Monday afternoon.

He says the couple were out when the blaze started, but when they arrived home, Angel went in after their animals.

“She instinctively ran into the apartment to find our other pets,” Francisco says. “Although I tried to grab for her arm, I couldn’t find her.”

As she ran into the apartment, one of the couple’s three dogs ran past her.

Francisco says Angel opened the balcony door when she couldn’t find their pets, causing the smoke and flames to spread.

The fire torched spare tires and bikes stored on balconies.

With Angel trapped, her husband called 911.

“I ran to the back of the building because I saw she was stuck on the balcony,” he says as his voice trembles. “I was screaming for her, but I couldn’t get a response. I thought she had died.”

Thick black smoke and flames shot out of the building, trapping multiple people on balconies and forcing others to seek shelter wherever they could.

Angel managed to jump to a neighbouring balcony and was rescued by firefighters and rushed to the hospital. She is one of four people listed in critical condition, with smoke inhalation and burns to her body.

Francisco says since the ordeal, rumours are swirling that Angel is responsible for the fire that displaced more than 100 residents and sent 10 others to the hospital.

“My wife did not do anything,” he says. “Now she’s in hospital, in ICU, fighting for her life, and I’ve got all these people out here bad-mouthing her name. They should be saying a prayer for her.”

(Angel Francisco is listed in critical condition in a Newmarket, Ont. hospital in the Intensive Care Unit following a fire on Mon. March 22, 2021)

Firefighters found the couple’s two other dogs together inside the apartment. Neither survived.

Meanwhile, the building remains unsafe for anyone to enter. A structural engineer inspected the Holland Street West tower and laid out a detailed plan for shoring up the structure between the hardest hit fifth and sixth floors.

The Ontario Fire Marshal’s (OFM) office is expected to start its probe Thursday once the engineer clears investigators to enter the building.

“We have assembled a very experienced team that over the next few days are going to do a painstaking examination of the unit where the fire began and look at the circumstances surrounding the fire,” said Larry Brassard, OFM operations manager. “This was a very serious fire resulting in some serious injuries, so we are going to do everything we can to make sure this investigation is thorough and complete.”

The Town of Bradford West Gwillimbury and local organizations, including the Red Cross, are offering support, including clothing, food and accommodations for uprooted residents. To seek assistance, please contact the town at 905-755-5366 ext. 0.

Donations have poured in. The Nottawasaga Inn will provide a clothing rack for those displaced starting at noon on Thursday.

Additionally, the Out of the Cold Cafe set up a GoFundMe campaign for financial donations.

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Delta Security helps to secure south London restaurant and pub

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Delta Security, the CCTV and access control specialist, is helping to protect people, property and patrons at the Camberwell Arms in London, with the installation of a new access control system.

The Paxton Net2 system grants access via fob keys and enables management to restrict or permit access to different areas and rooms according to the authority of the user.

The Paxton system provides management with remote centralised administration through user-friendly software, and has the capacity to control multiple doors and users. Event reports can be generated at the touch of a button and advanced features include site graphics and IP camera integration.

James Dye, Director of the Camberwell Arms was recommended Delta Security by a local business:

“I’ve used the Paxton system before so knew it was user-friendly. We approached Delta Security and invited other suppliers to tender too. We chose Delta Security on the basis of the quality and speed of their response, which gave us confidence in their service levels.”

Installation required expertise and planning due to the age of the pub’s doors, meaning specialist access control devices were used to ensure that fire regulations were met.

“The service matched our expectations,” adds James. “Dave Mundy, the Operations Director was great in the planning stage, and their Installer George was fantastic, on time, knowledgeable and efficient. Rare for contractors in my experience, which means I’ll be continuing to use Delta for other projects.”

The Camberwell Arms is split over two floors to accommodate a bar, restaurant and late night venue. It was voted number one in the Guardian’s 50 best Sunday lunches 2017, and is the winner of the OFM Awards 2015.

  Delta Security helps to secure south London restaurant and pub

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[loveableliability1]

This Isn't Square One.

It was the cold that woke me. The cramp in my leg too. I was sat in a chair, slumped, with one leg laying on top of a stack of out of date magazines on the cheap coffee table in front ofme. I couldn’t stop shaking. I look down to see my shirts unbuttoned. Peeling my hand from the mint-green leather under my ass I started to button my shirt. I had an audience. And no shoes. My big toe was greeting me through a hole in my sock. Even he was shaking. My eyes rattled to my left, where I see two-familiar faces. In front of me, I knew no-one. I shifted my leg, stuck my hand back to the leather and lulled. Sleep again.

……

A few hours had passed before I woke up again. My spectators had changed, my housemates remained. “Whats the time?” My voice sounded displaced, like it wasn’t coming from me. The words fell out of me, one eye still open. “Its 10am.” “I need to call my boss, I need to let her know where I am.” “We calked her already.” I sleep again. ….

“Matthew Holt?” Her voice woke me, as did Mr.Holt as he shuffled past me. I hadn’t noticed the smell before. Doesn’t matter where you are they all smell the same don’t they? “What time is it?” Im still shaking, my words came out like we’re all off-roading. “Its 11:30.” “We’ve been here 7 hours.” “I need to call my boss.” 7 hours? I was meant to be at work at 7. I need to let her know where I am. 7 hours? I cant remember. I cant keep my eyes open. “We called her already.” “Yeah, just said it was a family emergency.” “What did she say?” I sleep again before I hear the answer.

….

“Cieran Reed?” Her voice woke me. “This is him.” My friend grabs my arm as I slither out of the chair. “Jo’s gone. Come on now time to go.“ All eyes in the waiting room were on me, and mine were still vibrating that much they were on everyone. “Im going to need you to help, don’t let go of my arm.” Walking was difficult. I felt weightless. I floated through the ward. I felt like a balloon, and if it wasn’t for Kirsten holding my arm I think I may have flew away. A few hours ago that was exactly what I wanted. “Just in here, Cieran is she ok to come with you?” “Shes fine. I still feel weird.” I felt like I’d taken a few gram of ketamine. There were two brown beat up couches facing each other and one of those horrid pastel-paintings on the wall. You know the ones of scenery or water that are meant to be calming. It was fucking ugly. I crawled onto the couch and tucked my legs to my chest. I felt that light I think if I let go of my legs I would of lost them. “So Cieran this assessment may take up to an hour. Do you feel well enough to proceed?” She seemed nice enough. I answer all her questions. 600. At the time I did. Once before. I went last year, and last week. Kirsten filled in the gaps. Stopped him previously. Got aggressive, grabbed jo by the neck. He rang. He came back alone. He didn’t let on no. I found it hard to stay focused, drifting. I cant answer the main question. “Why Cieran?” “I dint know for sure. It just is.” I don’t care. Maybe thats the answer. They leave the room to discuss my options. There was s strange yellow tint to my skin. “I’ll get you some water.” She said I looked dead behind the eyes. Glassy. Like a doll. She left the little room and I was alone, accept it felt like I wasn’t there at all. When left alone I just disappeared. I couldn’t feel my hands. The shaking had slowed. They were back in the room.

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As I got home I peeled off all the ECG stickers. Removed the cotton on my arm from my blood test. Unbuttoned my shirt and took of my holy socks. I needed more sleep. I went for a piss, I swear it could of been glow in the dark. “You lie on the couch and sleep, I’ll fix your room.” I had wrecked it. I’d wrecked myself. My lower back ached and my stomach felt tight. “Did they make me sick? How did they get it all out?” “You left us in the waiting room and went to toilet. You were gone ages. A nurse broke the door down and you were passed out in there. You’d been sick everywhere.” “I cant remember anything.” “Not surprised, may be a good thing.” “I’m sorry.” I have a feeling I’d be saying that a lot in the next few days. I curl up and sleep, feet ice cold and head on fire. I was still here.

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My name is Cieran Reed. I am 24years old, and a graduate living in Leeds. The other night I made a suicide attempt. I took around 1000 painkillers before I was interrupted. I don’t remember much, but I do remember wanting to be gone. I still kinda want that. If my housemates hadn’t stopped me I’d be dead right now. I’m numb to it. I don’t know why but I’m not worried. Not one bit. This should be unsettling, but its like I cant feel properly. Im taking the nurses advice and making an appointment with my GP and group therapy. Somethings wrong in my head and It needs fixing. The first step in that is me caring enough about it. Im going to keep a blog on this as I think it may help me invest myself in getting better. Im just so tired. I have an appointment for 5 days time. 

[inherentlyrational]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Junkrat | Jamison Fawkes/Roadhog | Mako Rutledge, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes/Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, l OMC/OFM (for parental purposes) Characters: Junkrat | Jamison Fawkes, Roadhog | Mako Rutledge, OMC, OFC, Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Hana “D.Va” Song, Lúcio Correia dos Santos, Aleksandra “Zarya” Zaryanova, Mei-Ling Zhou, Shelby Fawkes, Tobias Fawkes, Manawa Rutledge, Taika Rutledge Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, super slow burn, Drug Use, alcohol use, Subtext, In-game quotes, Drug Dealing, Crossdressing, Feelings Realization, Multi-Part, AU, Highschool AU, Overwatch - Freeform Summary:

”Local Weird Trash Boy Pot Peddler seeks like-minded Thug-muffin as a temporary bodyguard. Will trade goods for goods.”

— High School AU

Jamison ‘Junkrat’ Fawkes enlists the 'help’ of one of his regulars as muscle to fend off the slew of assholes he deals within his line of low-level pot dealing. Definitely has nothing to do with the fact that he thinks the big'un is kinda cute. Defo not. Or that he has a knack for pushing the wrong buttons. Or a mom who doesn’t want to take any hints.

And… A begrudged (assumed bully) Mako Rutledge takes on the job with a cringe, realizing too soon that he’s in for the long haul and that for what it’s worth, his intimidation skills don’t work on Fawkes whatsoever.

A slow burn of epic proportions, featuring some aged down Junkers in a not Omnic-fucked world.

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#roadrat #junkrat #roadhog #junkhog #mako rutledge #jamison fawkes #overwatch #sorry this took so long #high school au #hs au #ao3 #fanfiction