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fungateshortcakes · 4 days ago

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The Best There Is (according to Laura)

I had two old man Logan x reader fics in my drafts but decided to connect them because it made more sense to me. This old man being domestic just does it for me Ughh

Pairing: oldman!Logan x fem!reader

Summary: Parenting comes with challenges Logan never thought he would have to face in his old age; like school drop offs, nosy teachers and career day disasters

Wordcount: 2.8k

Warnings/tags: english is not my first language, age-gap, established relationship, Logan 2017 ending never happened, domestic fluff, violence mentioned, Prisoners 2013 reference, it's just cute old man dad Logan please let me have this, !!!not proofread!!!

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Laura hated school. She had never gone to school before and she was fine, but after Logan and you had taken her under your wing, you put her in a school for her 'education'.

The only thing she needed to be educated in was survival. She hated sitting in a chair for hours, trying to keep still so she wouldn't get scolded. She hated the dumb questions teachers asked, their dumb faces while they got frustrated that the class didn't understand. And She hated math.

But most of all?

She hated that Logan had to pick her up every damn day. Not because of Logan himself or because she wanted to prove that she could walk home on her own, but because every time Logan stepped foot into the classroom to get her-

that one teacher wouldn’t leave him alone.

Her name was Miss Dover. She was pretty, blonde, and always smiling way too much when Logan arrived. She touched his arm, she laughed at things he didn’t mean to be funny.

And Laura?

Laura wanted to throw her backpack at her face. Or get her claws out, but Logan didn’t allow her

Logan already regretted agreeing to pick Laura up every day after the first time he had done so. Of course not because of Laura, but because of Miss Dover. Today was no different. The second he stepped onto the school grounds, surrounded by students who reminded him of the old times in the mansion, there she was.

“Mr. Howlett!” she called out to him in a too friendly manner, flipping her hair over her shoulder to show off. “Right on time, as always.” she smiled and to Logan, it looked like it hurt. He sighed. Here we go.

He only grunted in response, crossing his arms. Don’t engage. Keep it short. Get out.

Miss Dover, of course, ignored all of that. And she was in no way repelled because of Logans clear lack of interest in her. “You know” she started, biting her lip as she looked up at him, “I think it’s so sweet that you take the time to pick Laura up every day. A lot of dads just send a babysitter. I find that very admirable and...amazing”

Logan barely kept himself from rolling his eyes. “Well, she’s my kid.” he deadpanned. He was supposed to pick her up from school, so he did. It was the bare minimum, no need to make a fuss over something that was so self-evident.

Miss Dover beamed at him even after his discouraging answer. “That’s wonderful! A family man.” Logans eye twitched at that. He needed to get Laura and leave. Now.

Laura watched them from the steps of the school entrance, arms crossed over her chest, her pink glasses sitting on top of her head. She glanced at you, who stood beside her, smirking. Logan had begged you to come when he picked up Laura so he could prove to you how persistent and stubborn that one teacher was when it came to flirting with him.

“Should we save him?” you asked the girl beside you. For the record, you weren't jealous. Why would you be? You knew Logan loved you and didn't have eyes for anyone else, if anything, you were pretty amused by his misery. Laura shrugged at your question. “He deserves it.” you snorted a laugh, she had a point “Yeah, but we need him in one piece."

With a sigh, Laura slung her backpack over her shoulder, slipped down her sunglasses so they covered her eyes and marched towards Logan. Miss Dover was still going on about something, being awfully handsy while Logan was so obviously uncomfortable, when Laura reached them. She grabbed Logans sleeve, pulling at it. “Can we go now?” she asked Logan, paying no mind to her teacher. Miss Dovers eyes softened and she let out a coo “Aww. Looks like someone is eager to get home with Daddy” upon her words, Laura stared at her with an unreadable expression. Then, very clearly, very loudly, she said:

“He is married”

Miss Dover blinked. Logan groaned but was silently relieved. It wasn’t the way he thought Miss Dover would find out, but in the end he was glad. Laura pointed directly at you as you approached from the steps. “To her”

Miss Dovers smile dropped as she followed to where Laura pointed. You, meanwhile, finally stepped closer, grinning. “Hi” you greeted cheerfully with a wave, slipping your arm around Logans “I’m his wife” you confirmed with a nod. And judging by Miss Dovers expression, you knew she thought you didn't fit into the family, that you didn't even look like Lauras mom, that you looked way too young and you were overall not a good match in her opinion. You could tell she was about to gossip over this in the teachers lounge. But you couldn’t care less.

Logan exhaled in relief as he felt you settling beside him. Miss Dover turned red. Out of embarrassment or anger, you couldn't tell. Probably the latter. “Oh, I...I had no idea-" she stammered, averting eyecontact and taking a step back, her hand playing with the fabric of her skirt.

“Yeah” Laura said flatly. “Can we go now?”

Logan didn’t wait to answer her. He turned on his heel and walked away, practically dragging you and Laura with him. The three of you walked to his truck in silence. Logan ran a hand down his face as he threw Lauras backpack into the car. “Finally" he grunted as he sat down behind the steering wheel.

You laughed at him “She really doesn’t get the hint, huh?” you noted. Logan twisted the key, rubbing his temples while he drove out of the parking lot. “I swear, next time-”

“Next time” Laura interrupted from behind “you are sending her to pick me up”

Logan frowned, looking through the rear-view mirror at her “Why?”

Laura buckled her seatbelt “Because then she will know you are taken for real. She probably thinks this was a joke or something"

You laughed at that, leaning against Logan. “She’s right, you know. That woman looked like she wasn’t believing her ears when I said I was your wife. You said she was being persistent, I don’t think she will take this seriously” you chuckled, giving his rugged cheek a kiss. Logan sighed defeated "Yeah, yeah” he answered, putting a hand on your thigh while rounding a corner. “Maybe next time, you pick her up”

You grinned, laying your hand over his. He was a little tense. You knew why. He didn't know if you were jealous, maybe you were a little mad but didn't show it. "I'm not jealous, if you think that. Not at all"

Logan raised an eyebrow. Then he looked at you - really looked at you. At the way you fit so perfectly against him. At the way your eyes sparkled with mischief, teasing him. At the way your hand rested over his, like it belonged there. And when he turned his hand to grasp yours tightly, he was holding his heart in his palm. Yeah. You weren't jealous. Because he was yours. And you were his. And nothing was ever going to change that.

Not even when Laura stood in front of Logan a week later, her arms crossed, staring him down despite him clearly towering over her.

“You have to come”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do”

Logan sighed, rubbing his temples. They had been at this back and forth game for like 10 minutes now “Why?” he grumbled. “Because it’s career day” Laura answered flatly.

He gave her a look that said he cursed the way she was just as stubborn as him “Yeah? So?” he muttered lowly and shrugged. Laura huffed and rolled her eyes. “So” she said, already looking exhausted over the argument “everyone has to bring a parent to talk about their job”

Laura really wanted him to come. Mostly because she was always the black sheep in her class when it came to telling stories, showing emotions and just simply existing. She was different than the other kids, and after what happened to her, she had every right to be. The others picked on her more often than not and while she wanted to let her claws speak for her, Logan had strictly forbidden it. So all she could do was listen to them. It was draining. She just wanted to be normal for once.

Logan knew that, yet he scowled, picking up a can of beer from the fridge "Tell ‘em I’m dead.” he said between chugging down the bitter liquid.

You were sitting on the couch and as you heard their conversation, you couldn't help but snort.

Laura didn’t blink, unfazed “You have to come.”

Logan glared down at her, hating just how much she was like him. He was about to tell her to fuck off and go to her room, but he sighed “Kid, no one wants to hear me talk about drivin' a damn limo.”

Laura shrugged at that, turning on her heel. “Too bad.” she said. And just like that, Logan lost the argument.

And thats how Logan found himself sitting at the front of the classroom, arms crossed, scowl in full force. You stood at the back with a few other parents, your eyes fixated on him. It was fun, seeing him so annoyed. But it also warmed your heart- he sat next to Laura, sitting way taller than she was, his long legs barely fitting under the table. The two were bickering, poking each other back and forth before Laura leaned her head against his shoulder, his arm around her securely. He was it for you. Yes, you were married, but you'd marry him again in a heartbeat.

There were parents that had already gone before him. Firefighters, doctors, a lawyer. A police man sat down in his seat again after his presentation. And now it was Logans turn.

Great.

With a grunt, he stood up, slightly limping over to the blackboard. He could already feel the judgy stares of the other parents. Laura gave him a small thumbs up, and so did you.

Miss Dover, the teacher yes, that one, smiled at Logan “Alright, Mr. Howlett, why don’t you tell us what you do for a living?” she cheered.

Logan exhaled slowly.

"…I drive a limo.”

Silence.

Some of the kids blinked. A couple of parents exchanged unimpressed glances. Then one kid raised his hand. “Like… for famous people?” the young boy asked, looking a bit intimidated by Logans frown.

“Sometimes.” Logan grunted as an answer. Another kid raised her hand, bolder and more confident than her classmahe “What’s the coolest person you ever drove?”

Logan grimaced at her question, but what was he supposed to do? “A drunk guy who puked in my backseat” he replied, looking at his feet while silence spread through the room again. Miss Dover cleared her throat, the tension in the air was awkward “Oh! well, uhm..does your job have any…exciting parts?” she stuttered out, the eyes of the other parents resting on her as if to ask: why the hell did you allow him to come?

Logan stared at her, the question heavy in the room. Did she really want him to tell a bunch of ten year olds about the times he got into fistfights and gun battles with passengers?

“…Not really” he muttered.

From the back, you smiled. You knew exactly what was happening. Logan wasn’t embarrassed about his job, nor did he care about what these people thought. But he cared about Laura. And right now? He felt bad that her dad was a limo driver while other kids got to brag about firefighters and surgeons and stuff.

Your chest ached.

Because he didn’t get it. Laura didn’t care about any of that, she just wanted her dad.

Miss Dover clapped her hands, her cheeks red in slight embarrassement. “Well, let’s open the floor for more questions!” she welcomed the classroom.

Big mistake.

A mom from the third row, blonde, red lipstick, way too interested, raised her hand “So, Mr. Howlett” she started, smiling too much, “do you work long hours?” she nearly purred. Logan tensed a little, rubbing his beard “…I guess.”

Another mom, brunette, twirling her curls around her fingers in a flirty manner, leaned forward. “Must be tough coming home late all the time. Bet it gets lonely.”

You bit your lip, amused, but also a little sorry for the kids that had to witness their moms shamelessly thirst over another kids dad. Laura rolled her eyes and Logan scowled “I’m not lonely.”

The blonde mom giggled, biting her bottom lip “Yeah, I bet with me you wouldn't be” she purred. Jesus, what as up with these women??

Logans jaw clenched in annoyance. He didn't understand how these women could just full on flirt with him while their children were there. Besides that, he, Laura and you had arrived later than everyone else and he had kissed you before sitting down, surely they noticed that? Apparently not, not even the obvious ring on his finger seemed to catch their attention.

You, meanwhile, just waited. Because any second now-

“He’s married.” Laura deadpanned, her arms crossed, saving him yet again.

The brunette mom blinked “Oh” she mumbed, her face burning red. The blonde mom hesitated. "really..?”

Logan, already done with everything, just pointed at you in the back of the room. Every head turned and in any other situation, this would have you highly uncomfortable. But you just grinned. “Hi Ladies” you greeted them. You walked forward to the blackboard, smiling at the way their jealous stares bore into the back of your head. You could tell the women were fuming over the fact that you bagged such a handsome man, but Logan knew only you could truly appreciate him. "We should try and advertise our marriage" you giggled.

Logan grumbled, wrapping an arm around your waist protectively. You smirked up at him, fixing his loose tie “Maybe you should start to wear a sign.” you teased him even more. He rolled his eyes at you “Shut up" he mumbled, but his grip on you tightened. Because you were his. And he wanted to show that.

You didn't even wait for the other parents to have their turn at presenting their jobs. You just took Laura and went out of there, walking back to Logans truck. “That was hell.” he sighed, letting himself fall behind the wheel with a grunt.

You laughed as you closed your door from the passenger seat, slipping your hand into his “You survived"

“Barely.”

Laura climbed into the truck behind you two, buckling her seatbelt “Next time, I’m bringing her” she said, pointing at you. Logan frowned at that, the engine purring to life “What, so she can brag about…what? Painting? Making fun of me?” he grinned smugly, making you want to wipe that smirk off his face.

You returned the grin “I could have given them a whole presentation on how sexy my husband is.” you hummed, leaning in close to his face, your noses touching. Logan chuckled, the sound rich in his chest "Oh, yeah?” he muttered gravelly, leaning in to give you a deep, wet, noisy kiss.

Laura made a gagging noise.

You pulled back with a laugh and Logan turned towards the road as he started driving, a satisfied smile on his lips. You glanced at Laura in the backseat. “So?” you asked. “Were you embarrassed?

She blinked at your question, her brows furrowed, making her look so much like Logan “What?”

You gestured toward Logan next to you, then looked back at her “That your dad is a limo driver.” you stated simply, matter of factly. Lauras frown deepened, like the question itself was stupid. “No.” she said flatly.

Logan glanced at her through the rear view mirror, his brow cocked. "That right?” he asked her, feeling a soft smile creeping onto his lips. She shrugged, looking out the window. “You pick me up every day. You don’t talk too much. You don’t smell weird. You’re fine.”

Your heart swelled and you aww'ed at the two. "Great review, kid.” Logan huffed, but you knew he was feeling proud inside. Laura pulled a juice box from her bag and for a moment, the car was silent.

“Better than the other dads.”

Logan swore his heart just did a giddy flip “Yeah?” he asked, as if he had just heard her wrong. Your expression was soft as you looked at him, your hands curling around his.

Laura nodded wordlessly. And just like that, Logan realized it didn’t matter what he did for work, what he had done in the past. It didn’t define him entirely. Because Laura?

Laura was just happy he was her dad.

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idk how these career days work, I am not american and never had one, I don’t even know if they are that popular im sorry😭

I still have a few unfinished requests in store, i am so sorry everything is taking so long. But, next post will be a very long smut, so be ready😌

#logan howlett x reader #old man logan x reader #old man!logan #hugh jackman #x men #logan x reader #wolverine x reader #x reader #marvel #logan howlett #logan wolverine #old man logan #mcu fanfiction #fanfic

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legobiwan · 4 months ago

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Gravity Falls fic rec list...Part 2.

I should be grading writing right now, but in the spirit of procrastination, I'm going to instead post about my favorite new fics that have emerged in the post-Book of Bill era.

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Gen Fics

A Mariner’s Guide to the Unexplained by mariezies

Another fic that tackles the idea of Stan's criminal past coming back to haunt him as the elder Pines twins take to the sea. What I really like about this fic are Ford's inner monologues and in particular, the way he overthinks his interactions with his brother post-Weirdmaggedon due to the crushing level of guilt he feels. Bonus points for the incredibly adorable cat OC who joins the twins on the Stan o'War II. Incomplete.

We're Still Here by Simplistic_Apricity

What if Stan hadn't knocked Ford through the portal in 1982 and stuck around Gravity Falls instead? A bajillion fics have been written about this concept, but this one takes a slightly different approach as to the fallout from a Bill-possessed Ford attacking his brother as Ford slowly (slowly) comes to terms with what exactly he has wrought in that basement. The characterization and interactions of the twins and Fiddleford are incredibly grounded, avoiding melodrama while still being wildly effective. Incomplete. TWs for violence and medical trauma.

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Billford Fics

Not to sound like a 2013 hipster, but I do want to state that I hopped on this seafaring vessel pre-BoB and am delighted to witness the explosion of works exploring the demented, tortured relationship between these two absolute disasters. I've decided to let my cringe flag fly high and free here, with the caveat that I only indulge in triangle!Bill stories (accept no substitutions), as, let's face it, Ford is a freak (affectionate) and he loves his geometry.

Statement Abnegation by Anonymous

This one probably needs no introduction, but I'd be wholly remiss if I didn't include it on my list. A+ characterization of both Ford and Bill and it fucking nails the landing. Ford is taken prisoner during Weirdmaggedon, but this time Bill's playing for keeps. Complete. TWs for torture, death (temporary), Stockholm syndrome, and explicit sexual content.

apology tour by dolorous

There's something downright wistful about this story, which presents as "crack taken seriously" when Bill chooses Ford to be his keeper/chaperone as part of a Theraprism-mandated apology tour to those he has wronged post-BoB. Ford hates Bill. Ford sometimes doesn't hate Bill. Ford definitely hates Bill. And now they're stuck on the road trip from hell. Complete. Implied past (current/future?) relationship, no sexual content.

Then it becomes, it becomes, it becomes a problem by tempusedaxrerum

Takes place post-Betrayal but (so far) pre-Stanley arriving in Gravity Falls. Bill is determined to drag Ford into opening the Portal, kicking and screaming (limbs optional). Features an incredibly well-developed OC who is battling demons of her own when she has the misfortune of crossing paths with both Bill and Ford on a snowy evening in Oregon. Incomplete. TWs for violence, attempted sexual assault via possession, substance abuse.

Live, Laugh, Lather, Rinse, Repeat by ShibaIntuit

The conceit of this story is absolutely wild. Essentially, Ford eats a cursed piece of pizza and suffers from existential indigestion. The world-building once Ford is in the multiverse is delightful as an older Ford tries to renegotiate his past with a Bill Cipher of thirty years previous. Incomplete. TWs for violence.

as falls gravity so falls gravity falls by underwater_owl

A series of three stories that take a deep dive into Ford's subconscious while exploring the idea of the Axolotl placing Bill under Ford's mental power due to shenanigans you are better off reading about than me explaining here. Bait & Switch is the main narrative, which is a gen work featuring the whole extended Pines family plus Mabel and Dipper's mother, while Because & Despite and Cause & Effect explore the intense psychosexual relationship between Ford and Bill before and during the events of Bait & Switch. These last two stories really dig into the nature of Ford's deepest and darkest desires and the utterly twisted relationship between Ford and Bill. Incomplete. TWs for explicit sexual content (read the tags on those two last stories, folks! This author isn't, or is, I suppose, fucking around).

Snakes in the Garden by Miss_Ginger_Bread

Another Jimmy Snakes story! Because both Pines twins have terrible taste in men/demonic entities. A ghost from Stan's past shows up in Norway, prompting Ford to take matters into his own hands. Lovely interactions between the Pines twins, including a murderous, protective Ford and a Ford who is harboring a gigantic, triangle-shaped secret from his brother. Incomplete. TWs for abusive relationships.

#hello there #gravity falls #fic recs #okay now i'm going to work on *my* gf story #write write write!#stanford pines #bill cipher #stanley pines #billford

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securitybreach · 8 months ago

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hellooooo what are ur favourite frostiron fics? i’ve exhausted most of my favourite tropes and i’m looking into new tropes to obsess over if u have any recs? tysm! :)

Hi emeraldfrostraven,

thank you very much for your message! This turned out harder than I thought (please excuse me for making you wait) because there are so many talented writers in the frostiron fandom. So this is a very short list but I enjoyed every single one of those stories and I hope that you might enjoy them too. There were a few other fics I would have liked to share but they're locked and I decided to respect the authors' decision.

Thank you again for sending this ask. I hope there are a few fics on my list you don't know already (that's why I decided to pick some older stories). I'm wishing you tons of fun!

Everything by the very wonderful @fullofleaves, whose glorious fic Are You There, God of Mischief? It's Me, Tony (Explicit, 2013) was the first frostiron fic I ever read.

Let's Go Get Lost by hypnotically: Loki doesn't want to be here. Tony doesn't know how he got here. They probably should have taken the jet. (Teen And Up Audiences, 2013)

Bostock by hannahrhen: Tony sets out a lure with almonds and powdered sugar. (General Audiences, 2014)

of Trust and Necessity by @roseapprentice: A story of card games and dubious claims. After five years, Loki finally escapes Thanos's pack. And immediately gets all snared up in a new one. (Mature, 2014)

Those Sinned Against by Arkada: When Asgard invades Earth - led by a huge blond man in a red cape and wielding a massive warhammer - it takes six months for Tony Stark to come up with a plan to turn things around: let himself be taken prisoner, and bring the Asgardians down from the inside. But it takes less than an hour for the plan to get away from him, thanks to the black-haired Asgardian prince who takes personal - very personal - charge of him. (Explicit, 2014 - 2015)

Taking the Fall by @usedupshiver: Everyone expects Tony to end up eaten alive sooner rather than later when he is put in the same cell as the Lyesmith, a man so dangerous even the members of his former gang are afraid to come after him. But sometimes it might actually be wise to just grin in the face of danger. (Mature, 2015)

A Matter Of Inertia by @roseapprentice: There was a tall, lanky omega getting into his car, holding an especially shiny-looking switchblade pointed in Tony’s general direction.Tony was fairly sure he’d had more than one wet dream in his life that started about like this, and the thought distracted him until the passenger door slammed shut and the omega snarled, “Drive!” with deadly ferocity.Yikes. Tony turned his wheel to steer away from the barrier and stepped on the gas.In which Tony makes a lot of bad decisions, and regrets none of them. (Mature, 2015)

Project Snowflake by @usedupshiver: When Howard Stark met his untimely death he left behind a secret project no-one ever knew about. (Teen And Up Audiences, 2015)

Did You Do Something With Your Hair? by STARSdidathing: Loki cuts his hair and Tony is extremely fascinated, almost to the point of obsession. Honestly, Tony's just trying to ignore this wonderful new problem. (Teen And Up Audiences, 2016)

From Anonymous by STARSdidathing: When Tony was caught in a lab explosion three years ago, he was lucky to walk away with his life. He gained a lot of injuries and retreated from the world. He now lives in seclusion in an apartment complex he owns, but his retreat doesn't stop him from noticing his neighbour or developing a crush on the handsome man. (Teen And Up Audiences, 2019)

Clockwork by @amidnight--dreary: When Loki's suppressants fail, he registers to be paired with a companion during his next rut. It's a lot easier than finding an actual mate, which he's already given up on, anyway. He doesn't expect much to come of it except the very-much needed relief and a few days of casual fun. He certainly doesn't expect to fall in love, but it just kinda happens, anyway. (Explicit, 2022)

(This list is also my contribution to the @frostironflashbingo May to August 2024, Card 1: Free Space)

#frostiron #fic recs #loki #tony stark #frostiron flash bingo #fanfiction #rec list

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indigosabyss · 4 months ago

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Celebrate 11 Years of Nanbaka With Me!

Did you know the first chapter of the cult classic shounen dramedy webmanga Nanbaka was released on October 12th, 2013?

The date's coming up again, this Saturday, and I want to do a special Nanbanniversary Stream to celebrate, on my twitch IbisWritesWhatever

I'll be cosplaying Jyugo, and the fic we'll be writing is going to be a Hiiro POV oneshot about Rokudo's time in Nanba Prison. With plenty of detours into theories and hcs I have about the series.

It'll start at 7 AM GMT+5, on October 12th, so be there!!

#im so close to becoming a twitch affiliate so I'd really appreciate it if you guys show up #nanbaka #nanba prison #rokudo nanbaka #kisaragi hiiro

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therealsaintscully · 7 months ago

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Sherlock's birthdays throughout the show

Just jotting this down because I've been researching for a fic.

Sherlock's birthdays and why we don't see them celebrating them before S4:

January 2010 - Sherlock's 2010 birthday is on Jan 6th. He meets John on the 29th, so a moot point.

January 2011 - We know Sherlock and John celebrated Christmas together, and at the very least, we know John was there for New Year's (not sure if they properly CELEBRATED). Irene Adler('s supposed death) was steering emotions up. Sherlock was x-raying her phone that week and was mentally and emotionally preoccupied (leaving John bitter enough to blog about it), and some unknown time later Irene shows up in the flat (could have been that same week or later that month). Things were probably tense and uncomfortable anyway, enough for both the avoid the occasion, ALTHOUGH - THERE WAS A WOEFULLY ABANDONED WINE BOTTLE IN JOHN'S HANDS!!!

January 2012 - In January 2012 Sherlock has been 'dead' since either June or November of 2011. I lean towards November (because of John's 'two years' speech when Sherlock comes back).

January 2013 - Sherlock is still away. Mary will comment on John's blog for the first time in late April 2013.

January 2014 - Preperations for the John and Mary's wedding and several cases solved. They could have celebrated his birthday - we don't know.

January 2015 - Sherlock is in prison for a week following Magnussen's murder on December 25th (so roughly till around Jan 1st/2nd), so that would mean he's back in Baker Street on his birthday but highly distracted, yet again, looking into Moriarty's possible return.

January 2016 - Sherlock's birthday as we see it on The Lying Detective.

#dang the january 2011 one #i might need to rewatch asib #although it drives me mad

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starkidsonnets · 4 months ago

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interpretation of ambiguous stimuli

barry milland x ghost! reader (platonic)

| contains : angst and fluff, allusions to torture, very brief blood mention, brief Keller mention, Prisoners (2013) should be a warning in itself tbh

| word count : 1686 (i am SO sorry)

| note : thanks to @rune-tisms (my beloved) for the idea ! this fic has zero dialogue and i've never written for a ghost before, so. um. yeah !

What a strange shape.

Right there, down by the radiator.

What is that?

It was warm, especially in its centre, and its heat spread to the floor directly beneath it.

Its vibrations disturbed the still air around it, and whatever it was had a tendency to cry.

It was unlike the other shapes that moved about your involuntary residence. Those shapes were fast, loud, and fleeting. Harsh. Vibrating through the air, creating crashing waves instead of the gentle ripples of this shape. This shape, which was slow and quiet, for some reason did not move from the floor until the other shapes moved it.

It shivered and shuddered, whimpered and cried, sometimes humming weaky to itself.

Sometimes you’d join in, harmonizing lowly with your own melody. But whenever you started, it stopped, and began to weep instead.

Still, you had never seen a human look so... wrong.

The people that frequented the abandoned apartment were typically the passive kind, drifting in like shadows, with nowhere better—warmer—to spend a cold and rainy night. They would huddle in corners, wrapped in tattered blankets or the remnants of their lives, their faces etched with weariness and resignation. By morning, they were gone, like wisps of smoke dissipating into the dawn.

Of course, there was the occasional junkie, a figure whose frantic energy cut through the stillness, eyes darting as if searching for salvation in the debris. They came in like a whirlwind, bringing chaos with them, but they never lingered long. The flicker of excitement or danger faded quickly, replaced by the same old weariness that haunted the place.

But it was different now. You sensed a shift, an unsettling presence that clung to the air like fog. You couldn’t quite understand what was happening, but you didn’t like it. The constant crying pierced through the silence, a sound that echoed with desperation, filling the empty spaces with a haunting melody of sorrow. You could feel the terror radiating off the poor soul. He was a fragile figure engulfed in shadows. His anguish was palpable, a thick fog that settled over the remnants of the apartment, suffocating and oppressive. It weighed heavily on your restless soul, a burden you wished you could lift.

His name was Alex, you had discovered.

Words were difficult to pick up where you were, drifting through the ether of an abandoned apartment, a space long forgotten by the world outside. Names, however, remained a curious certainty, like fragile wisps of memory that floated just beyond your reach. You clung to them as if they were lifelines in the fog of your existence. In the quiet of the apartment, you could almost feel the weight of his name around you, its energy crackling like static in the air. It didn’t suit him, you had decided. Though, who are you to judge, really – you can’t even remember your own.

You watched the shadows shift, feeling the familiar ache of longing wash over you. It was a cruel reminder of your own absence, a juxtaposition of existence and oblivion. The remains of the sink lay in chunky pieces across the dirty, cracked ceramic tile floor. Fragments glimmered in the dim light, their sharp edges reflecting the pain that had filled the room. He, you had discovered, a man full of grief and anger, had been awfully loud tonight. His voice had risen to a fever pitch, each word laced with a venom that dripped into the air like poison. It was a raw, primal sound, one that clawed at the very fabric of the night, terrifyingly loud, echoing through the desolation. You felt the tremors of his rage, the way it pierced the hearts of those around him, whether they were beating or not... As the men’s shapes finally disappeared into the night, shapes melting into the darkness, you felt the weight of the atmosphere shift. The tension that had gripped the room began to unravel, replaced by a silence that was both haunting and relieving.

It was a strange feeling, this relief mingling with the remnants of turmoil. You lingered amidst the debris of shattered porcelain, the echoes of that man’s anger still ringing in your ears. However, there were more pressing issues afoot. Alex, his name, you reminded yourself, was still here. Shaking, crying, as he was usually left. It felt as though the fragments of the sink mirrored the pieces of his spirit – broken, jagged, and full of anguish. The sight of him, hunched over and lost in his pain, twisted something within you. You yearned to reach out, to bridge the chasm between his sorrow and the solace you wished to offer. But how does a being like you, between light and shadow, comfort a man whose grief felt so solid, so real? The air around you felt charged with unspoken words, each one pressing against your ethereal form, longing to take shape. You wanted to gather him in your arms, to whisper gentle reassurances that the storm would pass. You imagined wrapping him in warmth, even if it was just a fleeting touch of air, a breath of comfort that would remind him he was seen, he was heard, he was not alone.

Your breeze felt comfortingly cool against his smouldering skin, a gentle caress that brought with it a fleeting sense of hope. Alex looked up, his form becoming clearer to you as you pushed for a connection. His eyes went wide with a mixture of longing and despair, searching for a sign that someone had come for him. The swing of a door, the crack of a window; anything to break the suffocating silence that enveloped him. But there was nothing, just the echo of his own breath mingling with the distant sounds of the night. Yet, the breeze persisted, wrapping around him like a tender embrace. It swirled through the room, whispering soft promises of comfort, less like a breeze now and more like a cool blanket of air. It dried the tears and blood that clung sticky and streaky to his cheeks, easing the rawness of his pain. You wished you could do more, to take away the source of his suffering, but this was the extent of what you could to affect a world you technically no longer existed in – this soothing presence, this quiet reminder that he was not alone. That there was someone, somewhere, who cared for him. As your cool air enveloped him, he could feel the weight of his grief momentarily lift, if only just. It was as if your essence flowed into him, mingling with his sorrow, offering a sense of calm amidst the chaos. You drew closer, willing your energy to merge with his, hoping he could feel the warmth of your intention: a silent promise that you were there, watching over him.

With every shiver of your essence, you conjured memories of light, moments of joy that had once danced in his eyes. You wanted him to remember the simplicity of normal life, to feel the warmth of the morning sun, to know that even in the depths of despair, there was a flicker of hope waiting to be rekindled. You could mirror his grief, having lived through it, having died with it. Each wave of sorrow that washed over him resonated within you, a familiar echo of a life once filled with love and laughter that had been abruptly severed. You understood the depths of his despair because they mirrored the abyss you had stared into yourself, the moments when hope felt like a distant memory.

With a flicker of intent, you shifted the atmosphere, causing the air to thrum with electricity. Suddenly, the window that hung just above him rattled, the glass trembling as if a gust of wind had swept through. Alex’s gaze snapped to the sound, confusion mingling with the slightest glimmer of hope. Encouraged, you pressed on. The hammer that had been stuck into the wall slowly tilted, nearly turning upside down entirely before you let it fall, letting it hang as it was. You could almost feel the way his breath caught in his throat, a mixture of fear and curiosity. You wanted nothing less than to scare him, so you left it at that.

Speaking and having anyone hear was beyond you, a boundary that felt insurmountable. Yet, you couldn’t help but wonder if he would still shy away from you when you sang. It was a notion that filled you with a quiet determination. And so, you let your essence shift and take form, weaving together a gentle melody, a lullaby of sorts that floated through the air like a soft caress. The notes emerged from the depths of your being, light and airy, filling the abandoned apartment with a warmth that contrasted the cold shadows. It was a simple tune, one that carried the weight of longing and comfort, echoing the very emotions you wished to convey to Alex. You poured your heart into each note, hoping they would reach him, wrapping around him like a soothing blanket.

As you continued to weave your song, the walls seemed to respond, absorbing the melody and echoing it back in gentle waves. The shadows flickered in time with the rhythm, creating a soft light that cast dim shapes across the floor, like moonlight through a prism. You felt the atmosphere shift, the heaviness that had clung to the room beginning to lift, replaced by a silent invitation for him to join you, as you have joined in on his quiet melodies before.

Softly, his voice worked in his throat, broken little hums that accompanied your echoing song. The sounds emerged like fragile wisps of smoke, tentative and uncertain, but they added a depth to the melody that warmed the air around you. You held him tenderly, and he shivered, but didn’t seem discomforted. He simply leaned his head back against the wall, his breathing slowing until he was too tired to hum with you. So, he listened, holding onto your gentle presence, a fragile whisper of comfort in the quiet of the night.

#star's sonnets #barry my sweet angel :(#wanted to write ghost reader for spooky season #huzzah!#barry milland #alex winterman jones #barry milland x reader #alex winterman jones x reader #prisoners 2013 #danonation #danocel

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czolgosz · 8 months ago

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my (hopefully comprehensive) leon czolgosz rpf compendium

full books:

the bradys and the anarchist queen; or, running down the "reds" (1902): short dime novel; has a bunch of slightly changed names so they can't get sued for libel i guess; the portrayal of anarchists as evil is so exaggerated that it's mostly just funny; more seriously, warning for earnest anti-black racism

with claw and fang: a fact story with a chicago setting (1911): a dubious response to the anarcho-egoist/proto-fascist book might is right (1896); leon czolgosz's name is nikola golzosch and he has different things going on from real life; bizarre & very christian; also warning for earnest anti-black racism

assassins (1991): the musical. we all know this one.

the anarchist (2001): the daniel a. coleman one, which is in fact the original The Anarchist; from the perspective of a psychiatrist who sort of befriends leon czolgosz in prison and is pushed left by his experiences with anarchists & his suffragist girlfriend; boring!; i have made most of a pdf of it 🫡 wait a bit

death of riley (2002): an aspiring detective investigates the murder of her employer (another detective) and meets bohemians and anarchists who are involved in the murder and the investigation alike in varying ways; leon czolgosz is canonically gay if you care; on z-library

the temple of music (2004): a wild ride, but still mostly coherent; has a bunch of different pov characters, only one of which is fictional; the writing is really not bad, and it was pretty emotionally evocative for me; probably has the most leon czolgosz scenes; speaking of which, he is in the midst of a mental breakdown for most of the book; on anna's archive

the anarchist (2009): the john smolens one; about some people trying to capture leon czolgosz and failing, and then getting involved in another anarchist domestic terrorism plot afterwards; probably has the second most leon czolgosz scenes; on z-library

a moment in the sun (2011): i haven't read this yet, as you all know; about the turn of the century in general; on z-library

the fifth assassin (2013): leon czolgosz never actually shows up, but there is some fiction narrative surrounding him; all the assassinations are connected, someone is repeating them all, and there's about to be a new fifth one; the protagonist aims to catch this assassin; on z-library

assassin of shadows (2019): some detectives uncover the conspiracy surrounding the mckinley assassination; on z-library

a gilded lady (2020): i never actually read it apart from the one very short leon czolgosz scene and don't really know what it's about; on z-library

very short things:

"interview with an assassin" (1901): a description of an interview in which leon czolgosz is a devout christian and explains his actions accordingly; written in opposition to christian proselytisation which had increased due to the assassination

"the last guest" (1901): about a woman contemplating leon czolgosz's execution; his corpse shows up but that's really it

"czolgosz heard from" (1901): excerpts from a letter leon czolgosz sent from hell

"oklahoma fish story" (1903): john wilkes booth, charles guiteau, and leon czolgosz are hanging out together in oklahoma

"the scar his ring made" (2010): short story by a high schooler about paweł czołgosz being abusive; starts on page 85

"very short dorian gray x leon czolgosz fic" (2022): need i say more

"reason" (2024): genderbent, one-sided leon (leona) czolgosz x emma (emmett) goldman

tv show episodes (which i haven't seen):

reaper s1 ep6 "leon" (2007): leon czolgosz escapes hell and some people are trying to make him go back; apparently the least accurate portrayal ever (it does not sound like they were trying anyway)

murdoch mysteries s7 ep15 "the spy who came up to the cold" (2014): the opening scene is the mckinley assassination; about a possible conspiracy around the assassination

#leon czolgosz #of course this doesn't include the things on ao3 & fanfiction.net but as i've said: fanfiction of rpf isn't rpf to me #<-speaking of assassins musical fanfiction on those websites #the bradys and the anarchist queen #with claw and fang #assassins musical #the anarchist: a novel #death of riley #the temple of music #the anarchist #a moment in the sun #the fifth assassin #assassin of shadows #a gilded lady #<-for personal organisation. Hi assassins fans

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sxeraphfic · 10 months ago

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Finally properly watched prisoners 2013 in its entirety… mama is cooking some fics rn🤭

#jake gyllenhaal #detective loki x reader #detective loki #david loki #prisoners 2013 #valspeaks

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emma-frxst · 2 years ago

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@sizzlingcloudmentality

I actually have the next few chapters written for once so I’ll be posting every week :)

The Implicit Demand For Proof (10)

Pairing: Detective David Loki x Reader

Summary: you, a forensic psychologist, get called in on a high priority child abduction case in Conyers, PA. What happens when you catch feelings for the mysterious detective Loki?

Warnings- movie level violence, guns, language, snakes, blood. (I don’t think I’m forgetting anything but y’all have seen the movie so yeah this fic describes the movie scenes)

Series master list here

A/n- none.

You pulled up to Bob Taylor’s house seconds after Loki did.

You thought Loki would be rushing up to his door and bursting right in, but instead Loki was acting nonchalant, if Loki could ever be such a thing. He calmly got out of the car and closed the door. His eyes darted directly to you, he had this look on his face like he wanted to say something but held it back. You took the opportunity to talk instead.

“Alright so, we’ve got Bob Taylor, 37, never married, no kids. Lived in Conyers all his life. Got a 5 point match on the facial recognition scan. It’s definitely him.”

“Let’s bring this fucker in.”

The two of you began walking from the end of the driveway to the front door,

“Hey, um, good work.” Loki said, looking over at you. He maintained eye contact with you and for a moment, you felt like those baby blue eyes were looking straight into your soul.

“Oh, thanks. That’s what I’m here for, right?” You smiled at him, and you swore you saw the ends of his mouth curve up into a smile, but he looked away so you weren’t positive.

“Mhmm.” Loki hummed.

“So Dovers apartment?” You inquired, changing the subject.

“Yeah..uh, yeah. You called before he could give me the complete tour.” He said, moseying toward the front door. “But if I was hiding someone, that’s where I’d do it. Place is a wreck. Old and dilapidated.”

You hummed in response.

Once at the door, Loki knocked and you both held your badges up for the man to see once he opened it.

The door opened revealing the man and it didn’t take a forensic psychologist to see that your and Loki’s presence immediately made him nervous.

He let out the most timid ‘Hi.’ you’d ever heard.

“Mornin’. “ Loki greeted him.

While letting Loki do all the talking, you were intensely focused on body language.

Loki was cool and collected, but his stance meant he was ready to pounce at any moment. He was itching to get Bob Taylor, you could see it in his eyes. He wanted to get this guy, needed to. Watching him was like watching a predator waiting to catch its prey.

Taylor on the other hand was timid and skittish. He couldn’t hold eye contact with you nor Loki and only opened the door wide enough to talk to you two.

“Do you have children?” Loki asked, already knowing the answer.

“No.” Bob swallowed nervously. “I don’t have…have anything…” Bob tried slamming the door closed but Loki caught it and had him against the wall and onto the floor in cuffs in one fell swoop.

It turned you on more than you’d like to admit.

You drew your weapon and followed Loki inside, immediately you started searching for the girls. “Anna?! Joy?!”

“You move and I’ll put a bullet through your fuckin’ head.” You heard Loki say from the living room.

What you saw in the home shocked you- and that was saying a lot.

You quickly cleared each room; Searching in every corner, crack and crevice for the two girls.

“Clear!” You hollered out to Loki.

You heard him call for additional search unit and by the looks of this place it was going to need extensive searching. You had never seen anything like this before, there were lines and scribbles drawn on every corner of every wall, it was dark and dingey. It was the home of someone who was disturbingly obsessed.

“Rest of the house is clear.” You said to Loki as both of you came to the last door to be checked. It was locked.

Loki threw his body weight into it, opening it on the second try. He made it look easy.

What you saw made you sick to your stomach. Black storage boxes, definitely big enough to put two small kids in.

“Shit.” You muttered.

“Anna? joy?..fucking..” Loki frantically checked the boxes and they were all locked.

“I got a crowbar in the trunk.” Loki ran out to get it.

Shoving Bob Taylor into the back seat, Loki found that he only had one crow bar, but he did find some bolt cutters for you to use.

You both frantically started busting the locks on the boxes trying to mentally prepare yourself for what you might find inside.

You slipped on a pair of latex gloves before digging through the box. You offered Loki the extra pair of gloves you kept in your jacket pocket. He reused. Fuck protocol though right?

You opened the box to find it filled to the brim with blood stained clothes.

“Ah!” Loki jumped back. “Fuck.”

“What?!” You asked, desperately hoping it wasn’t a body.

The sight made you jump back.

Fucking snakes.

“Shit.”

“You don’t think the snakes could’ve eaten…” you asked trailed off, not able to finish your sentence.

Loki’s stomach churned at the thought.

“No. I mean..” he paused really considering it. “Seems like an inefficient way to get rid of bodies.”

“Yeah.” You agreed.

“But I wouldn’t put anything past this sick fuck.”

“Yeah.” You said, letting out a sigh. “Forensics can test their stomach contents, just to be sure.” A shiver went down Lokis spine as he shook the chilling thought from his head.

Nearly all the boxes had these damn snakes in them - until Loki busted open the last one.

The only thing inside was a book.

It read on the front-

If you finish all the mazes you can go home

Loki flipped through it, revealing several drawings.

“What the fuck is this.” Loki questioned.

“And where the hell are the girls?” You added.

Before you and Loki could ponder the situation any more, the search team pulled up outside

“That’s what I’m gonna find out.” Loki said while tossing the book back in the container. “Now that search is here, I’m taking this piece of shit back for questioning.”

You and Loki quickly left the snake filled room, for that you were thankful. He took a few steps towards the front door, but stopped when he realized you weren’t following him.

“You comin’ ?”

“No..uh..I’m gonna help the search crew. Try and get a good idea of what we’re up against with this guy, you know.. try and get in his head.”

“Ok..yeah.” Loki paused. “I’ll keep you posted.”

“Same here.”

He quickly headed for the door, but not before looking back at you once more, his expression a mix of emotions. You couldn’t get a read on how he was feeling. Loki was a tough one to figure out.

Wonder what that was about. You thought to yourself. weird.

You showed the rescue team around the house, telling them to watch out for the snakes because they were technically evidence.

You had to take a second to mentally prepare yourself to dive into Bob Taylor’s mind but one of the rescue guys spoke up, interrupting your process.

“Dr. (L/n)?”

“Yes?”

“I, uh, I’ve known David a long time and I don’t know what you’re doing, but keep doing it.”

“Sorry, I- I don’t know what you mean?” The confusion on your face amused the man.

He chuckled. “Let me just say that ever since..well a few days ago, David’s been in a better mood than usual.”

“Well if this is his good mood, I’d hate to see his bad mood.” You let out a fake chuckle and you went on your way.

Sorry..what the fuck is happening right now ??? You thought to yourself.

After the weird look Loki gave you and this man randomly sharing that information…your mind was really spinning. As much as you’d love to read into what just happened, you had two little girls to find. (You’d definitely read into it later though.)

You picked up your phone to call, Nancy, one of your techs back home.

The phone only rang a few times before she answered, you loved that about her.

“Hey Nancy. Send me everything on Bob Taylor.”

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#I’m literally so excited to share this fic with you all #thank you for reblogging #!!!#your comments continue to make my day!!!!#❤️❤️#detective loki x reader #david loki x reader #detective loki x you #detective david loki #david loki fanfiction #prisoners 2013 #david loki / reader #jake gyllenhaal #mine #kacceywrites

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