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storiesforallfandoms · 4 years

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silence ~ lucifer morningstar;lucifer

word count: 2873

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description: when a new intern at the lapd with a special power meets the devil himself, they both find that their powers are useless against one another

pairing: lucifer morningstar x female!reader

warnings: swearing

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this is my 666th post, so i thought it was fitting

In retrospect, becoming an intern at the LAPD seemed like a good idea in my head. I thought it might be like those movies where someone with a power like mine proved herself to be useful in police investigations and rose the ranks quickly until she was like a junior detective or something, going around on cases with the cops and helping to figure them out. It seemed like the right way to use my gift instead of just sitting on it and trying to pretend it didn’t exist.

But boy, was I ever wrong.

First, I was never allowed into the interrogation room to face the criminals being brought in, so I couldn’t even use my gift. The one time that I did use it, I had managed to get into the viewing room while an interrogation was happening to bring something to the police chief. One of the detectives was interrogating a suspect and, even through the one way glass, I was able to hear his thoughts. He had no idea what she was talking about, that he hadn’t been anywhere near the crime scene, he wasn’t even in town, when it happened, but the cops weren’t believing his alibi. I thought this was my chance to finally prove myself.

“He’s innocent,” I said, drawing the attention of the police chief and the other detective in the room with me. “He wasn’t even in town. He has out of town alibis, you should call them, they’ll check out.”

I expected the police chief to ask me how I knew, or to even be impressed that I knew so much. I was so proud of myself, until I looked up at the police chief’s face to see he was glowering at me.

“Go back to getting coffee, intern. This isn’t any of your business.”

Of course, I was right. His alibis checked out and he was sent home that evening. Did the police chief tell me that I was right? Did he apologize for brushing me off and ask me how I could possibly know that the suspect was innocent just from a brief glance? No, of course not. Instead, he barked at me to go get him some file on a different active case.

I was debating on quitting. I had never even wanted to be a police officer, far from it actually. I had no reason to stay if no one was going to take me seriously. I even had my noticed written and ready to give to the chief, I just had to work up the courage to face him first.

I was bringing some case files to Detective Decker when I heard an unfamiliar British voice speaking.

“I’m telling you, it was the pimp. He doesn’t have an alibi to confirm his whereabouts the night of the murder, and the dead hooker’s fiancé said that she told him all sorts of stories about the pimp being violent. He’s basically a textbook killer.”

I came around the corner to find a tall, handsome man stood in front of Chloe’s desk. She was rolling her eyes at him as I approached.

“The pimp has no motive, Lucifer, there’s no reason that he’d kill her,” she told him.

Lucifer? I thought. Like the Devil?

“Of course there is! Besides the fact that he’s a violent pimp, the girl was getting married. She wanted to stop working for him, to get a real job so that she could have a real family, that would make any pimp pissed off.”

Chloe looked past Lucifer and smiled at me. “Hey (Y/N). You got those files for me?”

I nodded and handed them to her. As I did so, a smirk appeared on Lucifer’s face. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

“Lucifer, this is the precinct’s intern, (Y/N). (Y/N), this is my partner, Lucifer,” Chloe introduced us. She shot Lucifer a lot upon seeing him looking me up and down. “Please do not scare her away, I like her a lot.”

I smiled brightly at Chloe.

“I’m not going to scare her away,” Lucifer insisted. “I just wanted to get to know her. You’ve been keeping the pretty intern a secret from me, you naughty girl.”

I could hear Chloe’s internal groan as she rolled her eyes yet again. Lucifer put a hand on my shoulder and turned me to face him. He looked deeply into my eyes and I could feel my heart racing.

“Now, little intern (Y/N), you don’t want to just be an intern here, do you?” I shook my head. What kind of question was that? I don’t think anyone wanted to be an intern anywhere. It was just where you started until you could climb the ranks. “No, of course not. There’s something more you want in life, something juicier than bringing coffee to lazy cops. Now, tell me...what is it that you truly desire?”

I looked into Lucifer’s eyes and I could see that he was expecting something from me. I eyed Chloe in confusion. “Is this a joke or something?”

Chloe let out a laugh as Lucifer’s face twisted in confusion.

“Looks like we’ve found someone else who’s immune to your charms, Lucifer,” Chloe laughed.

I broke free from Lucifer’s hold and turned to Chloe. “I wasn’t eavesdropping, but I heard you talking about the murder you two are looking into. Are you still questioning the pimp?”

“We have him in the interrogation room, but he’s not talking,” Chloe sighed. “He keeps saying he was home that night, but he lives alone so no one there can confirm if he was, and his neighbours say they didn’t see him that night but he could possibly have been home.”

“Which he wasn’t, he was out murdering our dead hooker,” Lucifer commented. Chloe glared at him as he spoke.

“If you’re going to talk to him again do you think I could...come with you?” I asked. “I think I could be helpful.”

“Of course!” Chloe said. “You’d be more helpful than Lucifer, that’s for sure.”

In her head, I could see the previous interrogation of their prime suspect; in which Lucifer spent most the time accusing the suspect of being the murderer until the pimp finally said he didn’t want to speak with Chloe anymore unless it was just the two of them.

Chloe nodded for me to join her as she walked towards the interrogation room. I nearly skipped with excitement as I followed her into the room. Sitting on one side of the metal table was a young looking guy, probably in his early 20s, wearing jeans that were at least two sizes too big and a wife beater tank top. When the door to the interrogation room opened, he looked up. His eyes immediately landed on me and a gross smirk spread across his face.

“You brought me some eye candy,” he mused as he looked me up and down. “Hey sweetness, if you ever get tired of being good you should come find me.”

I tried not to gag as Chloe said, “That’s enough. We’re not here for you to stare at us, we’re here to get to the bottom of Destiny’s murder.”

“I told you and your crazy ass partner that I didn’t kill her!” he snapped. “Just because no one saw me at home doesn’t mean I was the one who killed her.”

“I know that,” Chloe said, “and we’re not accusing you of anything. It’s just our jobs, when there’s no alibis to confirm your story we can’t just let you go. Especially not when Destiny has reported you for violence in the past.”

“That’s bullshit!” the pimp snapped. “I have never hit any of my girls! I love them like they was my family. If I ever hit Destiny, it was in self defence. The bitch was crazy!”

I looked into his head to see he was thinking of the last time he saw Destiny. It was when she told him about her engagement, and she was telling him she wanted to quit the prostitution business so she could have a real family. He got angry, lashed out and hit her. It was one punch, but he gave her a black eye. She began to cry and he hit her again, this time a slap, and called her a whore. It took another many restraining him to get him to finally back off of her.

“He’s lying,” I said, causing both Chloe and the pimp to look at me in shock. “The last time he saw Destiny he gave her a black eye.”

“That’s not true,” the pimp said, although the look on his face and the uncertainty in his voice said otherwise.

“Actually, that matches with a report the police got from Destiny just a few days before she died,” Chloe said, pulling a sheet of paper from the file. “It says here that she called the police on you to report an assault. You also claimed self defense then.”

“It was self defense!”

“Then where are the marks that Destiny left on you?” I asked.

He went silent then. Chloe and I smirked, we had him right where we wanted him.

“Now that we’ve gotten that out of you,” Chloe said, “let's try this again; where were you on the night of Destiny’s murder?”

“I was home,” he insisted, although now the cocky tone of his voice was gone. “I worked until like 2am, making sure any of the girls that were out got back and paid what they owed, then I went home. I crashed almost immediately, didn’t wake up until 12pm the next day.”

To my disappointment, the scene playing out in his head showed he was telling the truth. I saw him collecting money from his other call girls, then returning home for the night. The clock on his bedside table read “2:50am” before it went blank and he fell asleep. I looked over at the file on Destiny’s death to see that they placed her murder around 3am.

“He’s telling the truth,” I sighed. “He was at his home at 2:50am, just ten minutes before Destiny was murdered.”

Chloe looked at me in shock again. “How do you know that?”

I gave her a small smile and shrugged a little. “I have a gift.”

I dismissed myself, feeling as though I had nothing else to offer. I was walking with my head a little higher and feeling a little prouder knowing I had finally put my gift to some use, when I felt someone grab me and pull me into a nearby empty office. I was slammed against a wall, knocking the air out of me. I wasn’t ready for a fight, but luckily for me there wasn’t going to be one, as the perpetrator was none other than Lucifer.

“What are you?” he asked.

“Dizzy,” I responded, blinking to try and get my head straight.

“No, I mean what are you? How did you know those things about the pimp?”

I pushed Lucifer off of me, straightening my clothes and finally able to compose myself. “Not that you’d believe me, but I’m able to read minds. I have been ever since I was young. I wanted to put that to good use so I applied to work here to try and help with the investigations, but unfortunately detectives don’t take interns too seriously.”

Lucifer circled me like a shark circling his prey, looking at me with confusion. I felt him beginning to pull up my shirt and I quickly batted his hand away. “What the hell man! Back off!”

“I just wanted to see if you had wings!” he responded.

“What? Why would I have wings?”

“Because no mortal human should be able to do what you do. The gift you have has only ever been held by an angel.”

I rolled my eyes and turned my back to him, pulling up my shirt just enough that he could see my bare lower back. “Well, sorry to disappoint, but I am just a mortal human. No angel wings here.”

As I began to tuck my shirt back into my pants, I realized that the room was silent. Like, actually silent. I couldn’t hear Lucifer thinking, which was strange. No one ever had just a blank mind, everyone was always constantly thinking, whether it was about their friends, family, what they were going to eat later, things stressing them out, relationships or lack thereof. People were always thinking, so there was always a dim hum in my mind of the voices of those around me speaking.

But not Lucifer. I couldn’t hear what he was thinking of me as he eyed my back again in confusion.

“I can’t hear you,” I breathed.

“I’m not speaking,” he told me.

“No, I know you’re not speaking, but I can’t...I can’t hear your thoughts.” I looked at him, curiously. “What are you?”

“The Devil,” he responded, plainly, as if it should be obvious. And maybe it should have, his name was Lucifer after all.

“Wait, like...like the Devil? Satan himself?”

“Oh, don't use that nickname, it’s my least favourite.” He paused a moment before adding, “Wait, do you actually believe me?”

“Of course,” I responded with a shrug. “I mean, I’m a mind reader. Who am I to say that angels and demons don’t exist?”

Lucifer let out a slight laugh, one which I mirrored. I leaned against the wall behind me while Lucifer leaned against the desk. We were both watching each other, intently.

“You’re the first person to believe that I’m actually the Devil,” he told me.

“You can’t blame others for not believing, most people think all that stuff is made up, or it’s impossible for angels and demons to walk among us, even the religious people,” I said. “You’re the first person to believe me without having to get proof.”

“Well, to be fair, I did just watch you interrogating a pimp and cause him to deflate quicker than a popped balloon,” he pointed out. “Have you ever had trouble reading minds before?”

I shook my head. “Never. For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been able to hear people’s thoughts. It’s kind of refreshing to just be in the silence right now, honestly.”

“I can imagine. How many dates were ruined with that little gift of yours?”

I couldn’t help but laugh at that thought. There was definitely more than a few dates ruined because the guy would show up and either think She looks nothing like I thought she would, or, halfway through the date, would stay picturing what I looked like naked and how nice it would be to hear me moan their name.

“Let’s just say I’ve never had a stable relationship,” I responded. “The last guy I managed to be with for longer than a few dates thought about breaking up with me on numerous occasions, but never did. I decided to see how long he would go thinking about how unhappy he was in the relationship until he finally broke up with me. Turns out, as long as it took to sleep with his best girl friend that he always told me not to worry about.”

Lucifer winced. “That’s rough.”

I shook my head. “It was actually satisfying to see the colour drain from his face when I told him I knew every unhappy thought he had, and that I knew he had cheated. I warned him I could read minds, but he never believed me. He did after that.”

The two of us stood in silence for some time. I wondered what you were supposed to say when you found out you had met the actual Devil, if there was anything to say. Had Lucifer told anyone else? Did anyone actually believe that he was the Devil? Judging by his earlier comment, probably not, but there had to be at least one.

I sighed and stood straight again. “I gotta go back to work. If I’m not at the police chief’s every beck and call he loses his mind.”

I rolled my eyes for dramatic effect, then started to leave the office. Before I could, Lucifer quickly stood and reached a hand out to grab my arm.

“Wait! Before you go, I actually own a club, it’s called Lux. You might’ve heard of it.” I nodded because of course I had, who hadn’t heard of Lux? It was like the biggest club in town. “Well, if you don’t have plans tonight, maybe you could stop by. We could get to know each other a bit better. You could tell me the dirty secrets of all my patrons.”

I chuckled. “The Devil doesn’t know the dirty secrets of everyone in the world?”

“Of course not, that’s far too much information for one Devil to handle.”

I smiled and considered his offer. Why not? It could be fun, right? Partying with the Devil for a night? Who could say they had done that, and actually meant it.

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll see you tonight, 9:00 work for you?”

Lucifer smiled. “That sounds lovely to me.”

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collectmytears · 2 years

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Why did you decide to study medicine and do you have a specific area of medicine you’d like to work in?

Oooh okay this is going to be a long one ajdbsns sorry about that 💀

I don’t think I’ve really told anyone the full story of why I want to be a doctor so…everyone that sees and reads this..y’all are the first!

It started when I was a kid. My mum has always worked in healthcare and I’ve always been around health professionals because I used to go to her work after school. I’ve always been interested in what all of them do and interested in how the human body works. I’m one of those people that questions legit everything.

I remember in preschool one of the activities we did was drawing what we want to be when we grow up. I drew a hospital with people and an ambulance💀 I still have the drawing somewhere back home.

So since then, I’ve always been set on being a doctor. Working in healthcare and helping people. Between year 2 (7 yo) - year 7 (12/13 yo) I questioned it a few times. Thought about being something else like a mechanic or going to the defence force. I remember being in hospital when I was 14. It was like 2am and the 6th time I was in hospital within the last 2 weeks. Me and my mum just talked a bit and she brought it up. Saying how I’ve always wanted to be a doctor since I was really little. That I would never shut up about it too. Pretending to check people’s vitals and walking around with bandaids all the time. Something clicked in that moment and I was like “Yeah. I definitely want to be a doctor. I want to help people.” From there, I legit researched everything I needed to do to get into University for medicine and back ups just in case. I did everything I could to get into uni and to get extra knowledge etc. Mostly through talking about things more in depth with my own doctors and doing a traineeship in healthcare.

During the time I did my traineeship, I got to meet a lot of people. I also got to learn a lot. I talked to different people from different areas of health. I got to hear their stories and why they work in healthcare. I got to work with a lot of them and see what they do everyday. There was another moment where it all clicked and I was like “I can’t see myself doing anything else. I want to do this. This makes me happy.”

Answer to your second question… Theres a few areas I’m interested in. Neurology (brain + nervous system), Oncology (cancer) and Paediatrics (infants, children + adolescents health). I’m leaning more towards Neurology or doing both Neurology and Paediatrics. It is possible to do all three. It will just take a long time since it’s three different specialties.

honesty hour, ask me anything! nothing will go unanswered

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annoyedfanfiction · 4 years

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Qui-Gon Jinn x reader (3)

You had been granted residency in one of the empty Knights’ quarters while Yoda negotiated with the Council. Qui-Gon had been stabilised, and your three companions had all been assigned to rest. So it was that when night fell, you were reacquainting yourself with the ever-moving, ever-awake lifestyle of the temple. Having spent 13 years dodging in and out of public lodgings and hotels across the galaxy, that was less difficult than you’d expected. The Jedi were quieter and more gracious than the many intragalactic travellers you’d encountered. The issue, then, that kept you awake, was a flash of yellow eyes and rotting teeth. The splitting of red skin. And the pale, gasping body bleeding out on your doorstep. The fifth time it woke you, you couldn’t decide what was real, and the empty Jedi quarters were not reassuring. The air was cool in the corridor outside when you emerged, wrapping a grey cloak around the sleeping robes Yoda had given you. The Grand Master’s room had not moved from its place, two floors higher than yours. He wouldn’t turn you away, always open to offer advice on even the darkest of nights. But your pounding heart drove you down the corridor in the opposite direction, bringing you to a stop in front of a door that was unfamiliar in as many ways as it was familiar. The hallway was empty, but you knew it wouldn’t remain so for long, as you paced, deciding whether or not you were going to enter. As a Padawan, Obi-Wan would be sleeping inside also, and you had no doubt that Qui-Gon had kept Anakin with him also. You had no wish to explain to them why you had woken them at 2am.

As a group of chattering Jedi neared the corner closest to you, you panicked and typed in the security override code Yoda had kept pinned to the wall in his rooms when you were a Padawan. The door slid open with a quiet hiss, and you stepped through, letting it close behind you as the group outside rounded the corner. Sure enough, a small futon on the floor of the central room contained a sleeping Anakin. The uniform shape of a Master’s quarters guided you into the door to your right, open, as you expected. As soon as you saw the familiar body, a dark shadow in the bed, you were stumbling forward, reaching clumsily for a pulse, careful of the wound you knew would still be aching in his chest. He didn’t flinch when your hand settled around his wrist, feeling for the pulsing heartbeat beneath the skin as he blinked awake, eyes taking a moment to focus in the dark. His hand clasped around yours where you were reaching for him, and he instinctively reached forward, thumb brushing against your tear stained cheeks. “Hey, it’s alright,” he soothed, pulling you to him until you were seated on the edge of the bed. “You’re alright. Everything’s ok.” You leaned into him, unable to stop the tears now you’d finally let them fall. His chest was bare except for the bandage around it, his breath warm and rumbling from sleep as you counted it as a timer for your own.

“Sorry,” you murmured, eventually, reluctantly starting to pull away but he kept his arms around you. “Waking you up at 2am when you’re injured.” “I’ll take it as payback,” he laughed, gently, shuffling over in the bed and waving you up to sit on the pillows next to him. “It was only yesterday I dragged you out of bed to fix me and fight a Sith Lord. How did you get in though? I didn’t hear the chime.” “I didn’t want to wake the others,” you admitted, guiltily, “I was kind of hoping the door would just magically open but then there was a group of people coming down the corridor and I didn’t want to be the random lady standing in front of your door like a weirdo so I tried Yoda’s old override code and apparently he hasn’t changed it.” “You’re allowed to breathe,” he teased, as you finished rushing out your admission. “And I should have known, you do have a habit of remembering everything.” “It is rarely the useful stuff,” you answered, resting your head on his shoulder again, relishing the quiet security of his arms around you. “I am sorry for waking you. I should go.” He released you, and you padded towards the door. “(Y/N),” he called after you, voice low. You turned to face a sad, knowing smile. “Will you actually get any sleep if you do?” “That is not your burden to bear,” you evaded, continuing on your way. “Can I not decide that?” he asked, pulling you to a halt again. “I cannot control what you decide,” you responded, eventually. “Well, I’ve decided,” he announced, pulling the covers you’d been seated on back. “Come and get some sleep.” You hesitated in the doorway, his gaze matching yours evenly, but there was very little will left in you to leave him, knowing you’d just as likely find yourself outside his door again. His arms were warm around you when you returned to him, a security blanket you’d lacked even as a child.

“Master Qui-Gon!” You jolted awake at dawn, colour immediately flooding your cheeks as you recognised Anakin’s voice, and Qui-Gon’s warm embrace. The man shifted beside you, grunting a quiet acknowledgement of the young boy. You buried your face in his chest, hoping you could shrink beneath the blankets and remain unseen until the child left. “Anakin, you shouldn’t wake him while he’s injured,” Obi-Wan’s voice scolded in the background, and you heard him step into the room. Tension fell over the air. “Good morning Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon stated, evenly. “Anakin. Did you both sleep well?” “I did!” Anakin replied, enthusiastically. “The bed you gave me is sooo comfy.” He neared the bed, and spotted you. “Oh, good morning Senator (L/N).” You turned your face to him, and waved shyly. “Master...” Obi-Wan began, and you could hear confusion, exasperation, and disappointment warring in his voice. “It’s not what it looks like,” you defended, shooting into an upright position. “I swear on the Force.” “And what does the Force mean to you, Grey Jedi?” Obi-Wan snapped back, folding his arms. “You left the Order. I should’ve known it was a bad idea to bring a Grey Jedi here.” “Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon scolded, but you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry,” you whispered, managing a sharp grin, “You’ll hurt yourself. He’s right to question me in defence of his Master.” Obi-Wan’s face softened into confusion. “What’s going on?” Anakin whispered, beside you. You patted his hair reassuringly, stepping out of Qui-Gon’s bed. “Nothing to worry about, kayfoundo wanga (hungry one),” you assured him, before looking back up into Obi-Wan’s angry eyes. “You stay here with Qui-Gon, alright? Padawan Kenobi and I will be right back.” Obi-Wan glared at you, but followed you out anyway, as you pulled your discarded cloak back on against the morning chill.

“How is that not what it looks like?” he demanded, as soon as the door closed behind you. “You were in his bed.” “Qui-Gon and I have known one another a long time, Padawan,” you explained, collecting three teacups from the cupboard Qui-Gon had kept them in even when you were a Padawan. “But never like that. It is against the Code, and for all his issues with the Council, Qui-Gon would not so flagrantly disobey the Code. What you found this morning was a result of my nightmares drawing me to ensure Qui-Gon’s health.” You poured hot water into the pot in front of you, steeping the leaves with the same care you always had, the delicacy with which Yoda had instructed you to do so. Obi-Wan’s silence was heavy on your shoulders as you finished making the tea, placing your tools down to look up at him. “For all you may think of me, Padawan,” you implored him, meeting his heavy gaze, “You ought not to think it of your Master. As many questions as you may have about my morals, there is one truth I can tell you. I know how much he believes in the Order, and I love him too much to ever take that away from him.” His eyes widened at your admission, shock glittering in their blue depths. “There is your truth. I left to protect him from my love, and I should never have come back. I will make arrangements to leave as soon as I have consulted the Grand Master.” He picked up the three cups, and you opened the door into the bedroom for him, before stepping backwards and vanishing into the corridor with the quiet swish of the door.

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keyboard-smashed · 5 years

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The Storm That's Brewing

Warnings: Snake, blood (not in detail but it's mentioned), tell me if there's anything else

(link to chapter 1 & 3 at the bottom)

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Chapter 2- Singing With The Birds

To Virgil’s surprise, three whole weeks past by with no incident- unless you counted the morning that Patton told a joke about something sciency that made Logan laugh so much he choked on his tea, which caused him to drop his mug, which caused Roman to run our of his room, his hair wrapped in a towel and wearing a red bath robe, brandishing a pool noodle as a weapon (though why he had a pool noodle in his room was beyond Virgil). No, Virgil would only class this as an incident if he’d not managed to get a picture, but his lock screen proved this not to be the case.

In the brief amount of time, all four men had managed to find jobs. Acting was Roman’s profession of choice, but the local theatre was already halfway through their rehearsals for the upcoming play (We Will Rock You) and no roles were left, so he’d have to wait a few months to persue that. Instead, he found a job as a singer in a small restaurant that had live music on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays. He only worked two or three of the nights per week, but the pay was alright and the tips were very generous most of the time.

Patton’s job surprised Virgil the most. A librarian wasn’t something he’d ever imagined Patton being. Pat always been insecure about his dyslexia, avoiding books and reading as much as he could, unless he was being read to by someone else. Virgil had vivid memories of Pat begging him to finish a story at 2am. Sure, he loved stories, but he hated reading. That’s why when Virgil visited Patton at work, he was utterly shocked to see Patton sitting in a circle of kids, reading to them. He did well for the most part, but whenever he was struggling, he’d call on one of the older children to help him out. The scene was so sickeningly sweet.

And Logan- well nobody knew what he did. He spent most of his time hauled up in his room, and would rush out of the house at random hours and be gone from any time between forty minutes and a day. When asked what he was doing, he simply responded “work”, and retreated back to continue that. It seemed to be the only subject he wouldn’t lecture everybody about. The lead theory about his job was Roman’s, who believed him to be a spy. It was ridiculous of course, but the others had no proof against the claim to disprove it.

Virgil briefly, when delivering the message from Roman that dinner was ready, caught a glimpse of the inside of Logan’s room. As he’d expected, it looked like a science lab more than a home. The space was very impersonal. His walls were stark white and his bedsheets and curtains a dark blue, bordering black. A large bookcase sat next to his bed, filled to the brim with books. It was all extremely neat and precise. Except the desk. The desk was full of paper, strewn around like it had been hit with a small tornado- something very familiar to Virgil. He didn’t get a good look at anything specific Logan had been working on though, which left the work a mystery still to him, Roman and Patton.

Virgil’s work was a lot less interesting than Logan’s, as a barista at the local Starbucks. He hated it. The pay wasn’t great, he hated coffee, he had long hours and had to deal with rude people all day which left him too socially exhausted to do anything after work except eat the dinner than Patton forced upon him on the days he was there.

What Virgil really didn’t want to see when he got home- exhausted and in serious need of a nap- was a bunch of birds in the apartment, chirping at his brother, and his brother chirping back. Virgil really couldn’t deal with this today.

“Patton! What the hell?” Virgil scolded, quickly closing the door behind him, “What if Roman had come home, or Logan? How could you possibly explain this?”

“Hey, bad day at work?” Patton asked. He chirped something at the birds. They chirped back enthusiastically and flew through Roman’s room and out the window. Virgil relaxed a tiny bit.

Patton chuckled and put his arms up in defence, his attempt to change the subject clearly thwarted, “It’s okay, they’re friends of Margaret. Roman left for a manicure ten minutes ago, and Logan’s busy in his room.”

Virgil dropped his voice to a loud whisper, moving closer to Patton so he could hear him, “He’s inside the apartment?! What if he’d seen you? Or heard you?” Virgil’s mind was racing with all the ways that it could’ve possibly gone wrong.

“You know Logan, he doesn’t stop work for anything-” Patton started. Virgil internally screamed.

Suddenly Logan’s door swung open, “Is everyone alright? I heard yelling, and... Chirping?”

“Sorry we disturbed you, Lo, we’ll try keep it down.” Patton promised.

“Oh, it’s fine, I was just checking everybody was alright, and the chirping...?” Logan asked slowly. Patton and Virgil looked worriedly between each other. Logan continued, “Were you watching a nature documentary?”

Virgil visibly relaxed. He didn’t suspect anything.

“Actually, it was the sound of me tweeting.” Patton laughed. Virgil’s shoulders tensed. Whhhhy?

“Uh yeah, Patton has a custom sound when he tweets. It’s a bird sound because he’s tweeting.” Virgil recovered, sealing the deal with a completely unbelievable fake laugh. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Logan furrowed his eyebrows. There was no way he was buying it.

“Right. I must return to my work. If you do end up watching a nature documentary, please call me, the Discovery Channel is doing an intriguing piece on the kookaburra.” He said, walking back to his room. Virgil couldn’t believe he’d bought it. Had he bought it?

As soon as Logan was out of earshot, Virgil whispered, “How did he even hear us, we were whispering when he came out. Jeez, it’s like he’s got super hearing or something.” Patton gasped.

Virgil quickly said, “No. I was kidding. No.”

Patton pouted.

“Okay, I’m going to my room.” Virgil said, desperately needing a nap.

“Okay!” Patton agreed.

Virgil walked into his room, dodging the boxes be still hadn’t had the time to unpack, and fell onto his bed.

Patton followed and sat on the edge, “So, Margaret sent Michael to find-“ Virgil groaned and rolled into his back, “-the local birds that aren’t migrating this year, their friend has a hurt wing and they’re staying on our roof, so that we could meet them. She also wants to visit, as soon as she can get her kids to behave well enough to be this far into the city.” Patton finally paused to take a breath.

“Is Margaret the one that sat on my window and woke me up every morning?” Virgil asked.

“Yep!” Patton twirled himself around on the desk chair.

“And she had kids?”

“Yeah, how could you forget? We stayed up all night waiting for her eggs to hatch.” Patton said. The memory came flooding back to Virgil.

“Sorry, my brain’s a bit...” He trailed off, unsure what word would best describe the mental haze that seemed to lurk in his brain the past few days.

“Foggy? Cloudy? Misty?” Patton suggested. Virgil rolled his eyes. “Do you think it’s because you haven’t been using-”

“You were saying about the birds.” Virgil interjected, hoping his subject change would go unnoticed. To his joy, it did.

“Right! So Michael also told the birds that they can come to us with any problems they have-“

Virgil mumbled, “Great.”

Patton ignored him, “-and so they came to ask for help.”

Virgil sighed, there was no way he was going to get a peaceful night. He sat up in his bed, “Fine. What’s the problem?”

“There’s a snake trying to take over their habitat.” Patton said calmly.

“That’s snakey.”

Patton’s head shot up, Virgil had made a pun!

Virgil lay back down in his bed, “Forget I said that. What exactly do the birds want us to do?” He asked, already knowing the answer but praying for another one.

Patton offered no such solution, “They want us to talk to the snake and ask him to move.”

“Pat, come on, it could be dangerous. What if it’s poisonous? What if it attacks” Virgil said as his brain supplied him with all the possible solutions for what could go wrong. Gosh, he loved being him.

“Then you’ll save us.” Patton said with one hundred per cent certainty. Virgil wasn’t so sure.

“Snakes can strike really quickly, what if I’m too slow or it bites me first and then you. Nobody would find us.” He said solemnly.

“Why don’t we ask Logan about poisonous snakes?" Patton asked.

Virgil wanted to say, ‘Are you crazy?’, then realised that would be completely insensitive. He felt bad for even thinking it. Instead he settled for, “That’s too conspicuous, Pat.”

Virgil must’ve spent too long thinking about what he was going to say, because before he could talk Patton down, he was gone.

Virgil heard the sound of knocking and ran out of his room. Logan opened his door.

“Have you decided to watch a documentary?” Logan asked.

“Aw, not yet, sorry,” Patton said. Logan’s face dropped a little, “But we were wondering if you could tell us anything about how to tell if a snake is poisonous or not.”

Logan sighed, “Well I assume that you mean venomous. Poison is ingested, unless you plan to eat the snake, which is, of course, delicacy in some cultures,” Virgil and Patton both looked disgusted. Logan guessed that this meant they wanted to know about venomous snakes, “Alright then. You can usually identify them by the shape of their head. Venomous snakes tend to have broader heads and skinnier necks. Their snouts are also pointier. If you can get closer to the snake, which I wouldn’t recommend unless you are sure it is not dangerous, you will see that they have heat sensitive pads and their eyes are elliptical rather than circular.”

Patton looked back at Virgil where he leant on his bedroom doorframe. He shrugged.

“Uh, could you possibly draw that please?” Patton asked.

Logan nodded, “I suppose. I am not an excellent artist but I can probably show you the basic ideas.” He walked into his room to retrieve some paper and a pen. While he routed through his disaster of a desk, he said, “May I ask why you’re inquiring bout venomous snakes?”

Patton laughed nervously, “Well a little birdy told me that there was a snake on our roof.”

Virgil ignored pun. “On the roof? How did it get up there?!” He exclaimed.

“Large birds of prey often eat snakes. Perhaps this one escaped its captor.” Logan suggested. Finally he found some paper. He walked out of his room and closed the door.

“If there is indeed a snake on the roof like your confidant said, the proper protocol would be to contact the landlord. Then he may contact an exterminator if that is necessary.” Logan said, but he started drawing a diagram of a venomous snake anyway.

Virgil knew Patton would decline, he hated exterminators with a passion. It was one of the very few things he actually hated.

Just as Virgil had had known he would, Patton declined.

“I don’t want to bother them unless we have to.” He said, shaking his head. Virgil doubted he’d call in the authorities even if the snake bit him. His compassion was really going to be his downfall.

Logan considered for a moment, “Alright,” he agreed, “But I beg you remember that even non-venomous snakes can bite. I think it would be best if I went with you so that I could identify it or remove it. ”

Finally Virgil piped into the conversation, worried that Patton would accept Logan’s offer. As much as he wanted an expert- or whatever Logan was- to identify the snake, he couldn’t risk Patton’s cover being blown.

“No thanks. We don’t want to bother you working. I’m sure your drawing will be fine, and I’m sure I can remove the snake without being bitten.” He said.

Logan sighed. “If you’re sure.” He said, handing his drawing to Patton. Virgil walked next to him to see the drawing. Logan really hadn’t been being modest when he said he wasn’t a great artist.

“Wow Logan, this is really...” Patton tried to think of a suitable compliment about the drawing.

“You don’t have to try and compliment me. I am aware that my drawing skills are subpar and can tell when you are lying.” Logan said. Virgil really hoped the last bit wasn’t true.

“...Helpful!” Patton beamed.

Logan smiled slightly, then coughed and reclaimed his usual stoic expression.

“Thank you.” He said, pushing his glasses back up onto his nose.

Virgil rolled his eyes, “Right well we best be off- dangerously high roofs to be on, possibly venomous snakes to extract, ya know.”

“I best get back to my work.” Logan said, turning back towards his room. He paused, “Text if you need me.” He closed his door.

“So how are we going to get onto the roof then?”

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Taglist: lmaoooo as if

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#the storm that's brewing #tstb #tstb chapter 2 #prinxiety #logicality #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #how do you link stuff nicely??

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abigailtan · 6 years

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Henry weds Vivian

It started so early in the morning... ... I was up till 2am? Getting my script right and other what-nots.

And then I was up at 6.30am on Sunday morning, showered and apparently spent an hour on my make-up and was late to the bride’s house. Had only made it just in time to prepare... ... (phew!)

The first thing I did when I got there was to prepare the platter that was meant for the gatecrash challenge.

酸。甜。苦。辣。Sour -- Sweet -- Bitter -- Spicy

Sour; sour sweets with lemon juice with pulp. (only because the bride said that the groom is able to tolerate sourness)

Sweet; honey

Bitter; crushed bittergourd (I am perfectly evil)

Spicy; beehoon fried in the Korean spicy noodle sauce with chilli padi

Vivian’s family was warm and welcoming when I walked in, as they usually are.

The bride on her big day. I cannot stress enough about how stressful and tiring Sunday was...

The time soon came for the groom to arrive with his entourage. His amazingly shy entourage. In their defence, it was their first gate crash and it’s quite differently done in Singapore compared to our Neighbours.

A little backstory; Nang (Vivian) & myself and much later Henry.

So Nang and I met in poly roughly 8 years ago. Let me show you what this means in human terms.

This is her 8-year-old nephew. He is our age representative!

We have been friends for the last 8 years and she is my first Burmese friend. And I am incredibly happy to have been part of her joy.

It’s amazing; really how we’ve kept in touch through the adulthood, the jobs and the further studies. And now hopefully through marriage. Because you know, a lot more time will be spent on building their family.

Henry...

I officially met Henry during Christmas of 2016. After he had proposed and we were properly introduced to each other.

Couldn’t be happier for them. ~

Back to Sunday Morning.

The groom arrives with his entourage.

Let me walk you through the gatecrash.

The groom comes up with his buddies (groomsman) and they would have to fetch the bride from her place and if they’re leaning towards superstition they would have to reach the bride’s place at the auspicious hour.

When they arrive, the bridesmaids who are there would make them jump through hoops, sometimes literally. So we had the groom eat a series of food. (Refer to the first photo)

So they have their meaning. And I’ll try my best to explain.

Sour; sour sweets with lemon juice with pulp. .[explanation; none that I can think of... ...]

Sweet; honey [explanation; to always be sweet to one another]

Bitter; crushed bittergourd (I am perfectly evil) [explanation; to go through the bitter times together]

Spicy; beehoon fried in the Korean spicy noodle sauce with chilli padi [explanation; ummm, in my opinion; hot and heavy _ _ _, you know [maintain PG-advicement]

And other foods like glutinous rice balls for family togetherness, a union of 2 souls.

All right, gatecrash (this is going to be a looooooong post)

Henry and his groomsmen came and they handed over the first red-packet...

“not good enough... ...” (takes the first cup in that sequence)

We essentially rejected every red packet that came our way. So this proceeded until the last cup was gone and even though he had passed my obstacle there was more to come. Also, his groomsmen stood at least a feet away from him. (hahahahhaha)

But through it all that we threw at him, he endured and the moment came when he cast his eyes upon his bride; was so sweet.

And it was time for the bride and groom to go over to the groom’s side of the family. But before that, a short photo-taking.

With the bride’s parents’.

The newlyweds with the bride’s family. 3 Generations together.

This is what I like about small scaled celebrations; friends and family together as one. Personally, it’s heartwarming to me. But to each their own.

And now it’s time to go... ... And at the other side... ...

Tea ceremony! The acknowledgement of family members; mum, dad, brothers, sisters, aunties, uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews.

Eating of glutinous rice balls filled with peanuts or red bean paste to signify the union of 2 souls.

They soon returned and it was time for family acknowledgement of the bride’s family.

Mum and dad

Elder brother

Second brother and sister-in-law.

Dear little things were not happy with serving tea.

LUNCH!

Nathan~~~!!! He’s so cute!

This was probably the only time they had to themselves until after the dinner.

It’s truly truly amazing how they’ve so genuinely welcomed Henry into their family and I saw how Henry’s family welcomed Nang. This is not ideal, I’m sorry, this is how it’s meant to be. And now how people pry about how the in-laws can’t get along and how “my daughter married the wrong man” or “my son married the wrong women.” That’s not how a family is... ...

I love how embracing each family was; everyone came together as one.

And I cannot emphasize enough how they’ve made me feel like I was one of them too. About 2 months before the wedding there was food tasting held by the hotel and they invited me to join them. And I felt so welcomed. Beyond words can say.

MOVING ON!

After lunch the bride and her family went to the hotel and I went home to collect my gown and other whatnots and left immediately.

[had never taken grab so many times in a single day in my life! and oh the conversations were so interesting! Well, on the account that I was wearing a pretty dress and carrying a gown - who wouldn’t have questions?]

So I got to the hotel and immediately settled into hair and makeup! WOW!

I did mine myself. Pretty proud of the end product. I am still super in love with my lipstick from kat von d...

Yes, that’s the gown...

Presenting the bride!!

The groom.

It was really really rushed despite the fact that I was there early. And because Irina could only be there after work so it was even more rushed for her.

Let's see... bride and groom finished their hair and makeup. Got ready and we were supposed to have a de-briefing about 30 minutes prior to the solemnisation. And we were nowhere near ready 10 minutes prior.

The only good thing I got out of being there early was having some private time with both the bride and the groom for me to present my little gift. A drawing of 2 rings bound together and a hand-written card with words of love, would hardly call them words of wisdom.

This picture is too sweet... ... I’m glad I got some time alone with them before dinner.

Mum and dad putting on the veil.

Solemnisation!

It was a beautiful ceremony!

More photo-taking as the guests adjourned to the cocktail reception on level 5.

I don’t even know where to begin on the pre-dinner cocktail reception. Let’s see if I can still get this right; the cocktail reception is at the roof garden on level 5 and dinner will be held in the straits room on level 4.

RIGHT.

7pm came and we moved the reception table to the 4th floor.

It’s time!

“GOOD EVENING YOU LOVELY PEOPLE!”

Being an emcee (host) was an amazing experience! It was exhilarating and altogether exciting!

So ladies and gentlemen let’s rise to welcome, for the first time Mr and Mrs Ye Linn Thu!

The entire night was caught between “putting out fires” and getting the guest entertained.

“Ladies and gentlemen please rise again and let’s welcome the newlyweds back!”

They gave their speeches and I got mine ready for them.

Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. Never seen a love so pure and so true.

No words can describe the emotions in my chest. The dictionary is finally put to the test.

So I suppose this is what I want to say. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness and bliss. I wish it through the good, the bad and the ugly days. And that this day will let you one day fondly reminisce.

The night flew by like the wind.

More photos were taken with family and friends.

Henry’s family.

Nang’s family

Friends

AFTER PARTY!!~~ WHOO WHOO~

Pupils dilated. Cheeks flushed. Body burning up. Inhibitions lowered.

And the night ends here.

It was unbelievably incredible to have been a part of this BIG day.

To Henry and Vivian!

To Nang and Henry, if you’re reading this “I couldn’t be happier about the union of the both of you. Your wedding still seems so surreal to me but then again it makes so much sense that it has happened. Thank you for having me for your joyous occasion! Love you both.”

#HenrywedsVivian

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wildfireornot · 7 years

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tagged by @pastel-rainbow-galaxy (aka the only person who tags me in cool stuff on here lmao bless you <3)

rules: tag followers that you want to know better

name: W

nicknames: -

gender: this question again? *sigh* psa: label me as cis-female if you wish but don’t assume that means anything about me or how i feel about myself bc plot twist: it fucking does not. (edit: by “label me as” ofc i meant shut up you don’t rlly get to label me ykno? -not adressed to anyone in particular dw-)

star sign: leo (i don’t relate to it tho so eh whatever)

height: 1m71 / 5′6 (the last time i checked was probably like one or two years ago but i guess im still the same height)

sexual orientation: queer/gay/polysexual are terms i use to describe it. don’t call me a lesbian, i don’t like that term, thanks

favorite color: purple, violet

favorite animal: felines/cats/wolves

average hours of sleep: these days i can sleep 9 or 10 hours (usually from approximately 2am to 12 or 1pm), i usually sleep wayyy less on week days when im not on holidays

cat or dog person: CATS

favorite fictional characters: gonna copy/paste my previous answer to this question: ellana (from pierre bottero’s books) - salim (same books) - stiles stilinski – spencer reid - wolverine

favorite bands/singers: papa roach

dream trip: road trip somewhere i can encounter different kinds of landscapes, especially forests

dream job: storyteller

when was this blog created: may 2013

current number of followers: 719

when did your blog reach its peak: do u mean papa roach peak or mika peak? o/ but yeah my blog is kinda lame but idc

time right now: 6:10pm

song stuck in my head: -

last movie i watched: War Dogs (my dad chose it lol) and before that Gallows, which made me extremely paranoid last night lmao bad decision

last tv show i watched: orphan black (watched it a month ago and now i kinda wanna catch up on spn but idrk...)

what i am wearing right now: red shorts with moose on it (i bought them in Canada and i love them lol / edit: hahaha i googled it and that’s the ones), and a “parental advisory consent” shirt lmao remind me why i bought this?? (in my defence i was 15 or 16)

what kind of stuff do i post: (i know this should be a short answer but i feel like going into details oops) - what i reblog: cats, movies, harry potter, dylan o’brien, comics (Marvel, Wolverine...), quotes, words/vocabulary/languages, books, art, TV shows (spn, got, orphan black, teen wolf, carmilla, quotidien -french tv program), cute and motivational stuff, pictures i find aesthetically pleasing, nature/landscapes/forests, posts about historical facts/history/interesting things in general/culture, feminism, queer stuff, nonsense/funny stuff, aaron taylor-johnson, depression and anxiety etc (nothing too triggering -i think?)... i used to post a lot about mika but atm it’s on hold lmao. - what i post myself (not regularly): posts about tv shows/movies, pieces of writing/stuff from my notebook, sometimes art/drawings, personal posts, links to my concert reviews, sometimes pictures ive taken, travel/concert pics... - people/movies/shows I have posted about: Papa Roach, Mika, Fantastic Beasts, Dylan O'Brien, Teen Wolf, The Maze Runner, Matthew Gray Gubler, Criminal Minds, Aaron Taylor-Johnson, Marvel, Skins, Game of Thrones.

do i have any other blogs: 2 active side blogs (one is gubleroach, the other i keep for myself), and 4 inactive ones (i use 2 of them as “redirection” pages)

do i get asks regularly: no :(

why did i choose my url: “wildfire” bc of someone whose (old, they no longer use it) username inspired me in a way (this is only one of the 5 explanations I could give for my username), “ornot” for obscure reasons

lucky number: 3

following: 1299 (wow wtf that much??)

tagging: @wosslbird @chillyls @ookaminoki @dolphindewott @this-is-not-an-inspirational-url @sleepylunas @o-misfits @catbvtt and anyone wanting to do this, really :)

#wildfiretalks #tag #pastel rainbow galaxy

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thejokersenigma · 7 years

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Joker x Reader Deadly Voice Part 32

Hey guys,

Here’s the next bit - I’ll apologise for any poor writing as I wrote most of this at 2am last night.

Again, its another long one - I just get a bit carried away with details etc. Sorry it’s not really a ‘fanfic’ as such anymore - more like a novel - I hope that’s alright - I know some people don’t like that thing on here and they want it more brief.

Maybe I’ll try to do that again on my next story.

Let me know what you think!

Hope you enjoy! :)

Masterlist

I froze when I heard his voice, my stomach dropping to my feet and I felt myself sobering up almost immediately.

Well that answered the question if he was alive or not.

“It’s odd.” The Joker sneered behind me and I twisted in my seat to look at him, “I don’t remember drinking that much.” He was exactly as I remembered him stood there. But this was more of him then I’d ever seen. He was wearing some low-riding sweatpants and that was it. His feet were bare and so was his entire torso apart from the tattoos littered across his skin. I swallowed thickly as admired his bleached skin and defined muscles, completely ignoring his words.

“You don’t usually sing for me either.” He contemplated to himself, “Must be a different type of drink tonight.”

Wait. What was he on about? Was he raving? I didn’t say anything too confused about what he was rambling on about and too paralysed by the fear – a deer caught in the headlights. Where was Frost?!

“Come on my little bird, sing for meeeeee!” he sneered before a demonic smile split his face and he let out a high, harsh cackle. I couldn’t move, his eyes and laughter pinning me in my half twisted position. I could feel my muscles aching and screaming for release from the prolonged uncomfortable position but I was petrified in place by him and was too scared of how he might react if I moved. Where was Frost?!

“PLLLLEEEEAAASSSSEEE!” He screeched at me, his teeth gritted together and his grin spreading even wider as he bowed forward at his waist, trying to invade as much of my personal space as possible without moving from he stood. He then abruptly swung himself backwards as he erupted into humourless chuckles.

I flinched at his sudden movements and loud roar of laughter. Was he drunk? Or was this what he was like now?! Oh God what had I done? Why hadn’t I been paying attention to what was going on around me? Frost said I would have been able to hear him, and then I could have hidden! I silently cursed myself - why had I drunk so much?! At the time the alcohol had truly seemed to help – it definitely calmed me – but it had worked too well and I had stopped caring about anything – including how much bloody noise a piano made!

Wait. The piano. The decanter was still on it.

Whilst the Joker was in his manic hysterics I slowly reached my left arm blindly behind me – attempting to not move the rest of my body in the process - until I came into contact with the top of the piano. I ran my hand cautiously along the rim of the instrument - all the time trying not to draw attention to myself with any excess movement that might snap the inebriated Joker out of his laughing fit.

Eventually my hand knocked against the glass body of the decanter and I slid my hand up and around the neck before carefully lifting it up moving it to my side so it was hidden behind my body. When I had it held securely to my side – and without taking my eyes off the Joker - I stood up as smoothly and confidently as I could. I didn’t want him to see that he was getting to me. I didn’t want to show him weakness. He would feed off of it.

He abruptly stopped laughing at my movement and pulled himself back up straight, facing me head on, “Whatcha got there doll?” he asked tilting his head and widening his eyes slightly at my hand that grasped the ornate bottle just out of sight behind my body. I didn’t say anything, only clutching the decanter tighter to my body as if it was my only lifeline – which it might be. Where was Frost?!

“Come on.” He urged patronisingly, holding out his hand to me like I was a cat he was trying to encourage closer. “Come on, come on, come on, come on…” he persisted, squinting his eyes as he grinned wide and menacing at me.

I could move, couldn’t speak. I wasn’t sure what my plan was anymore. How should I react, what should I do? Where was Frost?! “…come on, come ON doll!” He growled in frustration, his temper snapping slightly as he tried to restrain himself. “You’re usually so good…” he purred. When had I ever been ‘good’ around him? “Awww Doll... You’re breaking my heart” he whined, pouting his lips and pulling his outstretched hand back, placing it over his chest.

“You never use to know where that was.” I suddenly snapped, surprising myself at the outburst but trying not to show it as I glared at him.

Why on Earth did I say that?! What was wrong with me – did I somehow think it was smart to rile up the insane clown in front of me? Oh God, where was Frost?!

“Oooooo….” He leered, widening his eyes and pulling his head back in mocking shock, “Kitten’s got her claws back!” He cried in glee, giggling, “I missed this side of you doll – you’ve been too nice lately.” What was he talking about? When was I ever nice around him? Where was Frost?!

“But Doll, as much as I like you feisty...” he drawled, “I’m gonna have to asked you one more time – what do you have there?”

“A weapon if needs be.” I stated fiercely, not being fooled by his ‘sweet talk’.

“Now what would you need one of those for my dear?” He questioned innocently, taking a step toward me.

“Where’s Frost?” I asked impulsively, unnerved by his gentleness but standing my ground as he moved closer, refusing to yield no matter how much of my personal space he invaded.

“Now, now.” He tut-tutted, shaking his finger in front of my face, “That’s not the answer to my question is it?”

I didn’t say anything but stared at him stonily. “You are rather wilful tonight aren’t you kitten?” he asked, watching me with interest as though I intrigued him.

“Where’s Frost?” I bit out again determinedly, clutching the decanter even tighter in my hand – I wasn’t afraid to use it as a weapon if I needed to.

“There you go again!” He exclaimed gesturing wildly with one arm as he spun on his heel and strode back away from me, “Why does he suddenly mean so much to you, hmm doll? You’ve never bothered to mention him before!”

I furrowed my brow at him, confused what he was going on about. “You know doll,” he paused, his back still to me, now tilting his head so he looked diagonally upwards, “I’m starting to get bored of this now.” He mused at the ceiling, “I think I preferred you the way you were last night...” He suddenly spun back around so he faced me once more, “Silent.” He declared, the rictus back on his face and – somehow - a blade in his hand.

I recoiled, eying the knife in his hand in panic, no longer sure what I should be watching – him or the blade. I raised my own ‘weapon’ slightly, ready to smash it when needed.

“Not to worry doll,” he comforted, “Like I keep telling you every night – you’re only a dream. It won’t hurt.” He purred, stepping ever closer to me, tossing the knife in his hand.

Did he think I was a dream? A hallucination?

“I’m not a dream!” I cried desperately, with no hope that it would be enough to convince him and so raising the decanter further as a warning. “Where’s Frost?!” I demanded - he was the only one that was going to help me now.

“You and the snowman got a thing or something?” Joker sneered, tilting his head to the side once more as he advanced back towards me with predatory steps, “Now that’s a reason to hurt you even more…” he rumbled in pleasure.

He now stopped very close to me, barely a foot away and I was very aware that he could easily bring the knife forward into my abdomen at any moment. Yet I couldn’t bring myself to use the one defence I had, instead it hung uselessly in my hand.

He seemed to read my thoughts - or maybe he noticed a twitch in my hand holding the decanter - because he suddenly pitched forward and I flinched, screwing my eye tightly shut as I waited to feel the pain hit me.

When I felt nothing I slowly peeled my eyes open, afraid of what I might see. We were now nose to nose and my entire vision was filled with his face, his bright eyes drawing my own. I noticed his brow crinkle with his grin and then I heard a clinking noise to my left. Without moving my head I glanced quickly out of the corner of my eye to see him tapping the decanter in my hand with the edge of his blade. I quickly returned my eyes to his and his gaze hadn’t left my face.

“Although…” He muttered to himself, staring so intently into my eyes that I could feel my cheeks becoming red and I had the overwhelming need to pull back or look away from his burning glare. He growled a warning as if he knew what I was thinking and I so I didn’t dare to try to look away. “Although…” he repeated, now bringing the knife to my face and resting the edge lightly on my cheek, “I could always show you what you’re missing…” He purred, caressing my skin with the metal. He was so close to me I could almost feel him vibrating with the noise and his warm breath blew across my face. I shivered at the sensation.

Then his lips were on mine.

It was a shocking contrast to the cold metal on my cheek, his lips hot and firm against mine and I closed my eyes at the bliss that washed over me. Any thoughts I had only lasted a few seconds before the kiss became more intense and my mind was wiped completely clear. I barely noticed him take the decanter out of my hand and I vaguely acknowledged my hands drop limply to my sides - too caught up in his mouth and his other hand which ran up my neck to the back of my head, tangling in my hair and forcing me harder against him.

He bit at my lower lip and I couldn’t help but gasp at this, and he soon made the most of the opportunity, deepening the kiss and I was happy to copy..

I soon forgot how to breathe and it didn’t take long for me to become light headed, but I didn’t want it to end. I missed this. Whatever it was. I brought my hands to his waist, just above the band of his sweatpants, gripping his hips and holding him tightly. I didn’t want to lose him again - contrary to the fact there was a weapon pressed into my face – it was the safest I had felt in a very long time.

I didn’t want to be the one to break it off.

I don’t know how long we stood there, lost in each other. In the back of my mind I vaguely heard a noise, but was too dissociated to really acknowledge it. However it seemed to bring the Joker to his senses and he abruptly pulled back, cold air suddenly hitting my lips, my hands now empty and limp by my side. I opened my eyes in surprise at the sudden loss of contact only to I was stood alone in the room.

I wished he’d stop doing that. He was giving me whiplash.

I wasn’t sure how long I stood there numbly - lightly out of breath and my head still hazy – before I heard someone calling my name from the stairs and then the entrance hall, before Frost finally burst through the doorway. “[Y/N]?!” He called, rushing over to me, breathless. I snapped out of my stupor when I saw him, blinking rapidly as he looked me up and down, taking in my dishevelled hair, redden lips and shell-shocked appearance.

Frost, however, looked much worse for wear. The sleeves and shoulders were torn on his suit jacket and it hung open to reveal his white shirt which was now creased, ripped and stained with blood. Then I noticed the source of the blood – a long gash on his neck.

“My God…” I breathed, my eyes widening at the large wound, “Frost, what happened to you?!” I cried, suddenly breaking out of whatever had held me and rushing towards him, barely acknowledging my stumbling or heavy legs from shock and the lingering alcohol.

Before I knew it I was basically pressed up against him, “Let me look.” I said with concerned, grabbed the side of his neck which was not seeping blood and pulling him down to my height so I could inspect the wound. He visibly winced at my careless manipulation and grimaced in apology, “Sorry.” I muttered gently, lightening my touch on his skin as I turned his neck further around so the wound was in now more in my line of sight.

I inspected the wound with my ignorant eyes - not entirely sure what I was doing. I could tell it wasn’t too deep and it was a relatively clean cut, though it had bled quite a lot and still appeared to be oozing sluggishly. “Maybe you ought to lie down.” I suggested, stepping back a bit, now acutely aware how inappropriately close I had been to him. He made to nod at my suggestion but soon regretted it, his eyes screwed shut in pain as he tried to straighten his neck once more. I bit my lip and made a sympathetic face at his pain.

He stood still until his pain subsided enough that he could relax his contorted expression, and then made his way to couch that sat under the other, smaller window on the wall opposite the door. I watched his back as he moved and I noticed how the blood had soaked his collar and left a darker stain on his already black suit. Oddly though, I noted, his hair seemed to have clumped on the back of his head. Why was their blood that high up? “Uh, Frost...” I started and he paused, turning his whole body to face me to limit the movement in his neck. I moved towards him, reaching once more for his head, “Why is there blood in your hair?”

“Well, when I woke up I was on the floor.” He exclaimed, his teeth clenched in pain, “Maybe it just pooled there.” I didn’t ask about why he had woken up on the floor, too intrigued by the blood in his hair. I moved behind him, examining the bloodied mat amongst the rest of his messy hair. It was soaked in blood and I stood on my tiptoes as I moved the hair to the side, feeling a small pool of liquid beneath my fingertips. When I had parted his hair enough to see his scalp I was saw yet another wound - this one slightly deeper – between my fingertips. I inhaled sharply at the sight and he flinched under the pressure of my touch - probably immediately regretted it as he inhaled sharply from the pain in his neck. “What is it?!” He demanded, impatient and probably annoyed he couldn’t use his neck to turn to me.

“You have quite a nasty gash on the back of your head too.” I told him, moving back round so I was in front of him once more. “I really think you need to lie down.” I insisted, digging through my head for any first aid I knew, “You must have lost a heck of a lot of blood.” He grimaced at this thought and continued to move to the couch, lying down gingerly. He held his breath as his neck and head made contact with the sofa, scrunching his eyes at the stinging before his face relaxed, though he kept his eyes closed.

I glanced around the room, desperately thinking of what to do. I needed to stop the bleeding somehow. I needed a bandage. Did this house have a first aid kit? It might do, but I didn’t want to leave the room in case the Joker was lurking around still. He was the last person I wanted to bump into at the moment. I have enough to cope with right now what with Frost bleeding out in front of me.

I was just going to have to be resourceful.

I searched the room for a throw or something to use before my eyes landed on the lavish curtains that hung behind the piano. Bingo.

I moved over to them and picked the heavy material up. How the hell was this going to work? I needed to cut it into pieces somehow. I pulled hopelessly at it, but it was way too thick for me to tear. I returned my eyes to the room once more in search for something - anything - that might help me.

Then I noticed it, slightly hidden beneath the piano. It was the Joker’s switchblade. He must have thrown it to the side when he left. I knelt down and grabbed it before rushing back over to the window. I worked the blade against the fabric, making no indent initially, but eventually the fabric began to fray and I finally began to make progress. After I felt like I had cut deep enough I gather either side in my fists and pulled tightly, creating tension and grinning to myself in triumph as the drapes tore with a satisfy rip.

I used the knife to cut the last resistant edge before I successfully held up my provisional bandage. I hurried back to Frost, pausing when I noticed his eyes were still closed. Was he asleep? Had he passed out? “Uh… Frost?” I asked quietly, “Frost?” I asked a bit louder. He opened his eye, obviously not trying to move anything else. “Um, I have this,” I said, holding up my ribbon of curtain, “Thought it might work as a temporary bandage.” I explained. He looked surprised at the material in my hand but tentatively worked his way back up to a sitting position. He took the piece of curtain from me and raised his arms up to his neck but ended up stopping halfway, hissing at the pain that the movement caused as his muscles contracted. I grimaced in sympathy, trying to think how to help, “Uh, do you want me to do it?” I asked awkwardly, holding my hands out. He looked at me for a moment, seeming to consider his options before he reluctantly handed me back the fabric. I gave him a small forced smile and stepped closer once more, taking a deep breath to try to steady my shaking hands. I really didn’t want to hurt him. I carefully laid it against the wound, glad to see the blood seemed to have thickened and begun to clot. He didn’t move at the pressure but I noticed him tense and his jaw clench against the pain. I swallowed my nerves before gradually wrapping the rest of the material around his neck. I didn’t want to pull it too tight – I didn’t want to hurt him too much, plus I still wanted him to breathe - “Is that alright?” I asked warily.

“Yeah.” Gasped out Frost, and – though I knew he was in pain – I also knew he would endure it without complaint if he thought it would help. I grudgingly accept that I had to cause him the pain and arranged the material so it held. I didn’t know how long it was going to stay like that, but it would have to do for now.

“There we go.” I declared, stepping back from my handiwork. “You lie back down and I’ll see what I can do about the head wound.” He did what I instructed without argument and I had to wonder if the blood loss was finally hitting him.

I headed back to the curtains and cut another strip with the knife before flicking the blade shut and stuffing it into my trouser pocket – just in case I needed it again.

I returned to Frost who was watching me this time. I held up my second piece of fabric, “I don’t think this is really going to work as a bandage, judging by the position of the wound…” I explained, thinking through alternatives. “I think if I just fold it up you could lie back on it and that might be just as I effective.” I suggested, doubling the material over. I moved closer to the couch, “Just try to roll over a bit.” I directed. He did as I said, his face contorting against the stinging. I noticed there was already a bloody patch on the cushion and I placed my folded square over the mark. “Ok.” I signalled and he rolled back. “Perfect.” I muttered to myself, stepping back. That was the best I could do for now. “Uh… Maybe wait here till you’re feeling better? Then we can try to move you to the car? Then I’ll get you to a hospital.” I proposed. He didn’t say anything, just closed his eyes, so I took this as a yes.

I turned around, searching the room with my eyes again as I tried to figure out what to do next. I wasn’t sure what else I could do at the moment so I grabbed one of the wingback chairs and spun it slightly so I could sit and face Frost. I perched on the edge of the seat, my nerves making it difficult for me to sit still, adrenaline still pacing though my body.

Now I had done what I could for Frost the whole situation seemed to hit me. I was in the Jokers house. He was alive. He had been here. He had threatened me with a knife. Then he had kissed me. Now he was gone.

Was he still in the house? Why had he left so abruptly? I stared blankly into space as I thought things threw.

“What happened to you?” Frost croaked, jerking me out of my contemplations. I glanced back over to him and saw his darks eyes now open and watching me.

“Huh? Oh-uh.” I tried to think the best way to explain and felt my cheeks turn red. “I uh – I was a bit stupid.” Frost didn’t say anything to this but kept his eyes on me, waiting for me to continue. So I explained what had happened, how I had got drunk – strongly defending that it was to calm myself – before explaining my interaction with the Joker.

“That’s why your cheek’s bleeding?” He asked, not mentioning my idiotic actions – which I was grateful for. I frowned at him in confusion. Was I bleeding? I brought my hand to my cheek and - sure enough - I could feel a pronounced line running down my left cheek and dry blood under my fingers.

“Uh – yeah I guess.” I said, “What about you? What happened?” I asked, gesturing to his condition as he led on the sofa.

“He jumped me upstairs.” Frost said stiffly, talking through the pain, “Didn’t see him coming.” He admitted, “Came at me with a knife. Then eventually threw me into a wall.” He bit out through clenched teeth, “When I opened my eyes he was gone. So I came looking for you.”

I nodded in understanding and then we fell into silence. I let Frost rest for a few minutes whilst my mind wandered once more. I couldn’t relax whilst we were still in this house and I knew the Joker could enter at any moment. Finally I broke the peace that had fallen over us, “Frost – do you think you’d be ok to move now?” His eyes shot open at his name “Only I’m not sure how safe we are here.” I admitted. He seemed to consider this for a moment.

“Just leave me here, I can sort myself out.”

“No” I snapped defiantly. “You can’t ‘sort yourself out’” I quoted back at him, annoyed, “You need a hospital.” He slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position and my eyes fell on the square of curtain-bandage that remained on the sofa - noting that it had quickly become sodden in blood.

“Do you really think I can just walk into a hospital?” He asked, clearly slightly amused at the idea. “I’m sort of a criminal.” He stated.

“Fine. But I’m not leaving you here like this!” I exclaimed, quickly trying to think of a better option, “You must have a place you can go. Just tell me where to take you.”

He looked at me, annoyed by my stubbornness, but didn’t bother to fight with me – clearly just wanting to get whatever it was over and done with. “Alright.” He conceded, “Just get me back to Marv’s, he knows what to do.”

I nodded at this, throwing myself onto my feet - glad I had a job once more. “Ok, how are we going to do this?” I asked stood awkwardly before him, not sure what the best thing to do was. Frost slowly pushed himself to his feet and I was worried about how much blood loss he had sustained. He also seemed concerned and took a few hesitant steps, clearly happy with how they went and seemed confident to proceed.

I dodged past him and grabbed the blood-soaked rag that had been my makeshift head bandage, “For in the car.” I explained when he looked at me confused. He rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed at my mothering.

He made his way out of the room, careful with his movements so as not to move his head too much, but I noticed he reached into his jacket and pulled out his gun as he had earlier. I followed suit and dug into my trouser pocket, pulling out the Joker’s blade that I had stashed there. I flicked it out and held it out in front of me as I followed behind Frost.

There was no need for the weapons however as there was no sign of the Joker in small part of the house we passed through. Once we were out the front door we swiftly moved across the pristine lawn to the SUV still waiting for us on the road. The keys were already in Frost’s hand and he unlocked the it, making for the driver’s side. “Oooooh no!” I called at him, “There is nooo way I am letting you drive!”

“What?” He asked in surprise at my sudden outburst.

I frowned at him in annoyance, “You. Are. Not. Driving!” I snapped, loudly emphasising each word. When he still didn’t hand over the keys I stormed up to him with steely eyes, “You, “ I pointed at him, “are currently suffering from large blood loss, you’re unbalanced, dizzy and probably have a concussion!” I cried in frustration at his stubbornness before sticking my hand out to him, palm up, waiting.

He huffed loudly in annoyance, rolling his eyes once more and reluctantly dropped the keys into my out-stretched hand. I gave him a forced sweet smile, “Thanks!” I sang, abruptly turning and climbing into the driver’s seat. I heard him mumble something before he marched around to the other side of the car. I smirked at my victory as I adjusted the seat and mirrors. He slid in next to me, eyeing me with concern. “I can drive you know.” I told him in an attempt to reassure him.

“We’ll see.” He muttered before turning away from me and positioning himself so he looked out the passenger side window. I frowned at him in annoyance at his lack of trust in any of my abilities.

“It’ll be fiiiiiine!” I drawled, rolling my eyes away from him and onto the wheel in front of me, and starting the engine.

#joker x reader #joker x reader fan fic #deadly voice #deadly voice fan fiction #deadly voice part 32 #jokersenigma #jokersengima fan fiction #Joker fan fic #joker fan fiction #frost #deadly voice fan fic #joker x reader fan fiction #jokersenigma fan fic

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nataliedormered · 7 years

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so i've basically just felt like collecting the stories about all of my shoes that i keep in my mind, in my blog instead. i think of my shoe collection on kind of the same level i think about my book collection: something full of stories, experiences, emotions, and beauty.

i know for a lot of people shoes are simply practical, they get you to from point a to b without stepping on a rock. i know people who only have two pairs of shoes. if you like this, i'm probably going to do more of these so stay tuned, if you don't that's okay this obviously feeds a very particular kind of interest.

full disclosure: while i own some fairly expensive or difficult to acquire brands of shoes, i'm not doing this to show off my "wealth" or lack of. nearly all were bought on sale or passed down to me. i am a generally savvy sale shopper with a lot more luck than $$$

So this shoe story:

This shoe stories begins with the tale of another pair of shoes. I had a pair of black oxfords (i believe from nine west - perhaps spring? - but definitely no more than $20), with about half an inch of a heel that I had from 2013-2015. I loved those shoes. I wore them nearly everywhere from spring to fall (and through a single vancouver winter) two years in a row. if you know anything about nine west or spring shoes you are already seeing the problem.

by the beginning of summer 2015 they were utterly destroyed. but i loved them so much. they were so worn and flexible they were practically jazz shoes, a favourite for rehearsals that weren't character shoes.

but alas it had to end. my mother, tired of seeing her daughter wander around with holes in the soles of her dirty, smelling, half destroyed shoes, made me throw them out. however this was not terribly cruel. she did not rip them from my hands as i wept, it was a reluctant but understanding goodbye. you can wear your shoes until your toes are poking out the ends but you will at some point have to let them go.

she did promise me one thing though, and that is that she would replace them. which is a fair promise if you throw out your teenage/near adult daughters favourite pair of shoes. so after a long drawn out search that always reached the conclusion of not quite right, these shoes finally came into my life.

while visiting vancouver in the fall of 2015, my family went shopping through gastown and found this John Fluevog workshop and fell in love with so many pairs of shoes there. i believe my mother bought both herself and my shoes from there, although i cannot remember what she bought for sure. she justified the shoes for me because they replaced the ones she had thrown out (and i would stop whining about it.) these are probably the most expensive shoes (money paid wise not original price) that i own at $235ish. but my mother paid so counts as free in my bank account

now these are obviously not black supple oxfords, but they are so gorgeous in their own particular way. first of all they are so beautifully made, the leather is so beautiful. i thought about cleaning them to show off their truest, cleanest beauty, but i think that defeats the point of showing off how i love my shoes. the soles aren't plastic, but rubber. and damn, do i have a thing for designs in the grips of a shoe, it's such a wonderfully understated way of doing something so unique to show off the craftsmanship in the shoe.

this is where the story goes downhill. i don't pack a lot on vacations that i intend to shop on because how else am i suppose to get it all back? (my mother and i do have a bit of a bad track record for shipping special books found at local booksellers back home in order to avoid going over the weight limit) so of course i'm going to wear what i've bought. so the next day i wore these new beautiful pair of shoes all. day. long. that day we happened to be going to the vancouver aquarium, which is in the middle of a park. so i walked down the street from our hotel to catch a bus, walked through a park, walked through the aquarium, and all of that in reverse back. those who know about stiff leather shoes already know the problem.

to be completely honest, the aftermath probably wouldn't have been quite so bad had i not have worn socks with broken elastic around the ankle. the long and the short of it is that i got two very big blisters on the insides of both my feet around my heel. i didn’t want to draw attention to my idiotic mistake so i just ran out to buy bandaids the next morning and wore my doc martins very loose for the next few days.

things in general were pretty as normal for a few days after returning from my trip. i put bandaids on the holes in my feet and kind of forgot about them. they were still uncomfortable, and now i couldn’t wear my fancy new solemates (shoes - soles - get it?), but i just kind of left them? which was a terrible mistake

the long and the short of it is one of those giant holes in my feet got a staph infection. i figured this out when one day it hurt way too much to put shoes on or even touch and later that night i took off the bandaid to see a kind of puss/blood swollen mess about half an inch protruding from my foot. it looked like the inside of a muscle. it haunts me to this day. so i went to emergency because at this point i can barely walk and it’s like 10pm. I wait until like 2am to see a doctor and get a prescription for an antibiotic cause ya it’s probably a staph infection because staph lives on our body all the time and i just gave them such an opportunity to slide in my wounds.

complete side bar but - Radiolab did a super interesting show about this viking cure for staph which weirdly aired at the same moment i was suffering with this staph infection so i will never forget it http://www.radiolab.org/story/best-medicine/

now this obviously causes general disruption in my life: including but not limited almost getting fired from my job because no one will take my shifts even though i can’t walk, rescheduling a shitty group project presentation, and not being able to wear shoes for three days. cool right?

now you are probably thinking this is a pretty long and kind of wild story about a pair of shoes, right? are you glad it’s over now? well wait a minute. i’m not done. things happen in three don’t you know?

i turn out to be allergic to the antibiotic that they gave me, i get some really cool, itchy rashes on my hands and am told to stop taking them immediately and then just pray that the staph infection gets better or get an iv antibiotic. now as a good theatre kid i knew things come in three’s and thought the third thing was definitely going to be me having to get hooked up to an iv for two weeks.

it was not that, it instead was my dad having a (mini) stroke (there is a word for it i forget, but it is all good and fine and he is alive and well) so it was a pretty generally terrible time of life, that all began with the suffering these beautiful devil shoes rendered unto me

and to be completely honest it took me a long time to get over it and wear them again. in my defence it was winter and i live in a very snowy winter city so i couldn’t have worn them until spring anyway. over the last year and a half i’ve been wearing them a little at a time, wearing them in, molding them to my feet. soon they’ll be perfect. they’ll give me no more trouble. the picture above with the girl with the pearl earring socks is from last week.

life goes on, shoes get easier to wear, holes in your feet heal with no scarring, your father gets better, you can now list the antibiotics you can no longer take, and you learn what it means to suffer. and that’s just life

#shoe stories #this one is a bit of a shoe oddessey tbh #most of my shoes don't have this much character #background to them #also this story gets a little grotesque tbh #so #fair warning #this bad boy clocked in at 1500 words holy shit y'all know i have a 2000 word essay due on friday DAMN hope #anyway if you see a spelling error let me know i am dyslexic and it is hard for me to see the errors or the difference between words

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worldcup2018kazan · 6 years

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Day 10: José Semedo day & World Cup cup disaster

For those that don't know; I'm a Sheffield Wednesday season ticket holder along with my brother and have been for 25 years now, wow putting it like that makes me feel old. In recent years we had a Portuguese player, José Semedo play for us, the fans took him to their hearts and likewise he did the fans. Several years ago the fans even had a José Semedo day for a game against Nottingham Forest, it further cemented the relationship between him and us. José who is nearing retirement age for a footballer soon I guess left the club at the end of the 2016-2017 season but still regularly tweets about Sheffield Wednesday; he is now and always will be loved by the fans. When he left in 2017 I made a promise to myself that every World Cup or Euro's I attended from then on I would dedicate one day to be José Semedo day; that day is today for the game Poland vs Colombia.

José's number at Sheffield Wednesday was 24 so today I wore my shirt bearing his number, the name on the back "Magic" comes from a song we sang about him that I later decided to teach groups of Colombian's and Will the Aussie.

It was out with the girls during the day and we decided to go to Lake Kaban as it was baking hot and the breeze off the water might cool us a bit. We rented a pedalo and off we went, Polina was determined to steer us right under the huge fountain on the lake which she did very well as she managed to get us all soaked; but temperatures well above 30C and we soon dried out.

Next it was a spot of lunch and then a two hour boat ride from the river port at 3pm, right at the time England were starting their game against Panama so I didn't see it at the time but caught up with the BBC iPlayer highlights later. There were some Russians on the boat happy to keep me updated as England banged in the goals for a 6-1 win. Great for me as I'd had bets on a high scoring game and Kane to get a Brace and a Hattrick, so quid's in thank you very much. One of the Russians, a guy as tall as my Irish friend Aidan, so tall you use them as a reference points out to meet people in a crowd at, was a massive Spartak fan and was travelling Russia watching games in his home nations World Cup. Another couple of guys were Kazan locals and one was a massive Liverpool fan who wanted to know if I'd been to Anfield, so I explained as best I could that I had, and all about Kev & Neil the Liverpool fans we'd met in Brazil.

The boat ride was nice, but with no commentary its basically 1 hour down the river and then turn round and come back.

We got back to the apartment about 5:30pm, I had the fastest shower and then set off to Home Pub to meet Will and some others from the group. We watched the first half of Japan vs Senegal, both teams impressed but I'm really loving how Senegal play, I think on form England should beat either of them if they prove to be our opponents in the Round of 16 which after todays result we know England will be at, but neither should ether of them be taken lightly. Mané opened to scoring for Senegal early on and then about 10 minutes before half time Japan equalised through Inui. At this stage we left the bar to make our way into the ground for what we expected would be a thriller of a game. The Japan vs Senegal game finished up 2-2 with a goal in each half by each team, I will one day watch this game back to see the second half I missed.

In the same way for Iran vs Spain I thought I'd been transported to Iran, well for this game it was the same if not more so that I thought I'd been transported to Colombia. I'm not sure why, perhaps the negative misreporting press in the UK and Europe, but the European teams I have seen at each of the games so far have been vastly outnumbered by the opposing teams fans.

For all the passion of the Iranians, the Colombians took it a step further the singing of their national anthem, although not quite to the scale that I had experienced in Brazil by the Brazilians for the game against Mexico, it wasn't far off. The atmosphere was electrifying!!!

I'd introduced myself to two Russians (a father and son) who were sat next to me as well as the many Colombians sat around me. What is it about international teams that wear yellow? Their ladies are stunning; Brazil, Colombia, Sweden; anyone counter argue this? Chris my American friend took his seat quite late, his voice had completely gone from the first two games he had seen and the poor guy had to negotiate my growing collection of souvenir beer cups that I was amassing due to the hot day and the number of beers I was getting through.

For the first 10 minutes Poland took the upper hand and in Robert Lewandowski they have a treat to any team, but other than that 10 minutes it was all Colombia. James Rodriguez returned to the starting line up, he had lit up Brazil and his vision, skill and ability to score is up there with the best in the world, and in Radamel Falcao they have a quality striker who has been so unfortunate not to have played in a World Cup before now. The performances by both these players was exceptional for me, but the man who stole the show for Colombia was Juan Cuadrado, another player who Chelsea didn't think was good enough, well he sure was today; the Polish just couldn't handle him.

Colombia took the lead just before half time, with a header home from a Rodriguez cross, that was at the opposite end to me and if the second half had the same Colombian domination I was going to see all the action really up close.

About half way through the second half Falcao got his first World Cup goal and he celebrated like it was something out of this world for him, right in front of us, the Colombians were now two ahead and their fans were going completely nuts. This was effectively a knock out tie, each of these expected two big players in the group basically had to win to stand a chance of qualification especially after the draw between Senegal & Japan had them on 4 point each.

For me the best goal was yet to come and it was deservedly scored by Juan Cuadrado from a sublime ball behind the Polish defence from James Rodriguez; even then he had a lot to do, he was running at full pace when he picked the ball up, continued with no loss of speed towards the Polish goal and just opened his body up perfectly to fire home low into the goal past the helpless Polish keeper.

It finished 3-0, I partied with the mental Colombians in stadium for about 5 minutes after the gam before grabbing my 5 beer cups and heading to Home Pub to meet some of the group, including Will the Aussie. With all the celebrations the beers started flowing and with everyone in party mood it quickly became a night I'll never forget or ever fully remember. The Colombians wanted to know about my club and why Magic 24, so I explained everything as best I could in my drunken state. Later just before 2am with the bar soon to close I took it upon myself to teach the remaining partying Colombians and Will, my very good friend, the José Semedo song which I think we all did a pretty good job of considering the language differences and just how drunk we all were.

The night unfortunately ended in a World Cup cup disaster, and not just for the Polish. Will really twisted my arm about not finishing at 2am which would of been sensible but instead going to Bauman Street for yet more drinks and partying; when I say twisted, he had to ask at least twice and off we went. While on Bauman Street where to be honest we had started to flag within 10 minutes of getting there I suddenly remembered, my five souvenir cups, I'd left them in Home Bar; my 8th World Cup game and I have a souvenir cup from each of the other 7... Damn it, World Cup cup disaster!!!

Footnote: I went back to Home Bar the following morning at about 11:30am but they had already thrown out the trash so I lost all my cups. If anyone reading this has one of those Budweiser Cups from the Poland vs Colombia game going spare they could let me have please get in touch, I can swap you an Iran vs Spain or South Korea vs Germany which I have a massive stack of for it.

#kazan #jose semedo #semedoday #semedo day #polcol #colombia #poland #worldcup #world cup #world cup 2018 #worldcup2018

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