#Detective Loki x you

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Thank you @charliehoennam for discussing this with me! As promised, here's my take on daddy!hubby!David. I hope you enjoy! Disclaimer: I NEED David Loki to be happy and to finally have the family he deserves. He’s suffered so much! Way too much. Especially considering that Jake has confirmed that David is an orphan. Word count: 1.7k TW: the reader is a mum. Implied child mistreatment in recollection.

‘I’m home!’

You always smile when you hear David say it as he closes the front door behind himself. It doesn’t happen every day, sometimes he’s back from work so late you have no choice but to go to bed without him. Then there are those difficult periods right after a fresh case when he doesn’t show up at home for several days and you end up going over to the station to bring him a change of clothes and some food. Still, it makes it that much more special to hear him half-shout this simple greeting. It fills you with warmth and makes your heart flutter. Another reminder of the fact that you’re a family.

You enter the living room just as he finishes removing his boots and coat. Coming over to him, you put your arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. He smirks and responds, his lips capturing yours as his hands rest comfortably on your waist. His cheeks are cold from the snow outside, and you love the feel of his stubble rasping against your skin.

‘You’re nice and warm,’ David whispers into your neck.

You squeal when he tries to slide his cold palms up under your hoodie. ‘David, don’t, stop!’ laughing, you wriggle out of his embrace.

‘Just trying to get warm, you know.’ Then his expression shifts, becomes gentle. ‘Is she asleep already?’

‘Yeah. I fed her and put her to bed. She was pretty tired.’

David nods. ‘I’m going to wash up and give her a kiss.’

‘Try to be quiet.’

‘Always.’

The water runs and splashes, and then David disappears into your bedroom to get changed. Even though his patrolling days are long gone, his detective’s suit can still get almost as dirty as the uniformed officer’s clothes. Especially considering David’s propensity to poke his nose where he probably shouldn’t, climb into windows, basements, or anywhere else his instinct or clues might lead him.

He emerges from your bedroom wearing an old grey sweatshirt, and quietly opens the door to the nursery. The darkness inside is diluted by the soft glow of the night light pinned to the wall, a peacefully smiling crescent moon perched on the side of a fluffy cloud. David tiptoes to the crib and stands there, quiet and motionless. Alison looks so sweet in her sleep. The sight twists at his heart, almost too beautiful to absorb. It verges on pain. She’s clutching her favourite toy to her small chest, and David feels the pricking of tears sting his eyes. He wants to gather her up, hug her, and shield her from the world and all its evils, the many faces of which he must confront day after day after day after day… 

The first time he experienced such an intense, staggering emotion was when he realised he was in love with you. When he knew that he’d do anything, anything at all, to protect you, to always make you feel safe, to never let any harm come your way. To protect and to serve. Yes, that was the oath, but with you, it had acquired a new meaning, a different dimension of depth and acuity. It was similar to how he felt about Alison, but with her, the emotion was even sharper, if that was possible, which was hard to believe. But so true nonetheless. After all, she was but a tiny human being, a copy of both you and him, a mixture of the two of you, a creation of your love and devotion to one another. So utterly helpless without yours and David’s constant attention. And so many more dangers yet to come.

David always tries to push those particular thoughts away.

In time, you’ll both discover that even the most insignificant object lying around at home might in fact prove threatening to this tiny, delicate creature. You’ll both come to fear boiling kettles and knives and plastic bags. You’ll discover new weaknesses and new strengths in yourselves, and then you’ll have to brace yourselves for the bigger dangers lying ahead in the wider world.

But for now, Alison is sleeping, and David is overwhelmed with love and with the knowledge that he’d die before seeing you or his little princess be hurt. You gave a new meaning to his whole life. Before he met you, he would devote himself entirely to his work, and only his work. He had no one, and he lived in an anonymous apartment with sparse furniture coated in a thin film of dust. The furniture he’d use to collapse onto, unfeeling, or to shower, or maybe, if he had the time and the mood was right, to make himself a quick snack before heading out.

In that not-so-distant past, David Loki was prepared to die so long as it meant that Anna Dover survived. Someone else’s child. The child he tried but failed to not feel jealous of, because she did have a father who cared that much.

It was a long time ago when David told you that he never knew his parents and grew up in various orphanages before being shuffled from one foster home to another, eventually ending up in a boys’ home. You dreaded to think of the horrors he’d suffered there. Your desire to shower him with care and affection grew exponentially after he confessed that sad chapter of his life to you. But you’ve been thinking about it much more often recently, whenever you’d feed Alison, or when he’d take her into his arms to gently rock her, humming the lullaby he’d heard from you. No one sang lullabies to him, and so the only ones he knew, he learned them from you.

You recall how, when you were so big it was hard to move, he’d stay up all night, even after coming home unshaven and exhausted after a difficult case, to read up everything he could find on babies, how to handle them, how to change diapers, how to rock them to sleep, how to feed them, what to do when they cried for seemingly no reason at all.

Later… During those other difficult and emotional months, you’d tear up whenever you saw him clutch her to his chest with the desperation of a beggar who’d finally been blessed with a crust of bread. 

David’s soft, loving whisper snaps you back to the present.

‘I love you, little princess.’

He leans over the crib to plant a kiss on Alison’s forehead. She moves her small mouth and murmurs something incomprehensible, squeezing her favourite toy in her tiny fingers. David smiles and rubs his hand across his face, shaking his head. He’s blinking uncontrollably, but he looks happy and content.

‘Time for dinner?’ you say as he shuts the nursery door closed.

‘I’m starving,’ he admits.

‘Good. I’ve made your favourite casserole.’

You eat largely in silence, exchanging snippets of information, the highlights of your day. After David polishes his plate clean, you place your hand on top of his. You stroke his hairy skin, his fingers. There’s the masonic ring, and then there’s the wedding band. Even grazing it with your fingertips feels special. A testament.

For a moment, your husband looks lost in thought, his enviably thick and fluffy lashes cast downwards as his thumb makes circular motions across your wrist. You don’t know it, but he’s casting his mind back to when you were in labour. There was that awful thought eating away at him that night, that he didn’t deserve happiness, that it was going to end in tears and blood and pain, simply because he was unworthy of love. At the same time, he’d reprimand himself, as what could have been more selfish than that line of thinking? It was your life at stake, not his. Yours and your baby’s.

Back then, he panicked so hard it almost felt like a heart attack.

He stands up to put the dirty plates into the sink. He places his fists on his hips. He favours and generally defaults to this resting position, as normally his hands would be within reach of his service weapon and his taser.

David shakes his head softly as he realises that the biggest challenge during childbirth, at least for him, had been not being able to be in control. David is used to being in control, and he hates when he is not. When he is that powerless.

Once the dishes have been cleared, you hug him and, giggling, kiss the tip of his nose.

‘And what shall we do now, detective?’

Your playful tone makes David grin.

‘Oh, I don’t know, sweetheart.’ Suddenly, the playfulness is gone, and he’s blinking more rapidly than usual. ‘I just want you to know…’ he squeezes your sides so hard it almost hurts, but it feels so good, so right, to have his strong, wide arms wrapped around you like this. You are sheltered, protected, hidden away from the big and cruel world.

After all, David is your world.

‘What? What do you want me to know?’ you whisper.

‘Fuck. That no matter what happens, I’ll always be here for you. For you and for little Alison. Fuck, I’m shit with words, you know me. But I need you to know that I’d die for you, and that those fucking words we recited to each another did mean something special to me.’ David hesitates, smiling with the corner of his mouth. ‘How did you say it? No point in loving someone unless you know you will commit through heaven and hell?’

You nod, fighting happy tears back, clutching him tighter to yourself, grateful for every second you get to spend with him.

No matter how perilous and demanding his work is, you’d never leave him. You’d rather die than be without him.

After all, true love is hard work, isn’t it?

And no, it doesn’t mean that your marriage is perfect. No marriage is. You do fight, you do struggle. But it never crosses your mind to leave, and that’s the most important thing, isn’t it?

Come what may, you’ll deal with it together. You’ll be there for each other.

‘Fuck, baby, I’m so happy,’ he breathes.

You chuckle. ‘Imagine if Alison’s first word is “fuck”.’

David shakes his head, mildly embarrassed.

‘Considering who her parents are…’ He gives your lips another kiss, and this time it’s demanding and passionate. ‘But seriously, what do you think it will be?’

You shrug. ‘Mama? Dada?’

You hope it’s the latter. You can just imagine David’s reaction when he hears Dada fall from Alison’s lips.

He never had the chance to say ‘dad’ to anyone, and now someone he cares deeply about is going to call him just that.

If this is not happiness, then you don’t know what is.

You’re home. Both of you, finally, are.

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Homemade Meals and Films | Detective Loki x m!reader

@areyouwaiting asked: well here I am

Det. Loki x male reader

“You’re not eating that shit, I’ll make you something decent” as a prompt because that bitch doesn’t eat right

Thanks <33

summary: Loki has shit eating habits, but you've finally got an excuse to change that.

tws: swearing, mentions of smoking

Admittedly, when he was working, Loki ate like shit. He also slept like it. Black coffee and occasional snacks throughout the day weren't exactly any good for him, neither were cigarettes and cans of Red Bull. Sure, he could have easily gotten something a little better, or at least filling, at any of the fast food and takeaway places that were around, as they were open for a good chunk of the day and they were nice and cheap, but Loki rarely ever went there; usually, he found himself sat in the same cafe drinking the same shit as always. He never ate properly, never drank properly, he never slept properly; every day, he would come home to you in the exact same state. Hungry. Tired. Looking like a bag of shit that had been dragged through a bush backwards. In all the years you had known him, and in all the years since that you had been dating, you had always wanted to change that; you wanted to make sure that he was properly fed, that he wasn't just drinking black coffee and that he was actually getting some fucking sleep, but you had never gotten the chance.

Until tonight. Until he came home at quarter past two in the morning, when the air was cold and the wind was howling and the rain was on tap, when the streets were quiet and the biggest worry you had was making sure that the television would pause before 'Train to Busan' started on the film channel. You made sure that you had everything set up just right; the bedding changed and still warm from the tumble dryer, the scent of leather coating the air in the room, the lights turned off except for the little lamp that sat in the corner, the duvet chucked on the sofa as the television froze when you pressed the pause button. The film would start in half an hour. Pots and pans on the stove as you decided that you would make the thing that would be best for him: a good strong curry. Thankfully you had enough spices and herbs that it would actually taste of something and that it would actually have a kick to it instead of that mild bullshit people often had. A good strong curry; filling, good for the body, and good for the mind.

Loki came home just as you were pulling the vegetables out, laying them in order beside the wooden chopping board; he didn't think much of it, draping himself across your back and kissing your neck sweetly as he grumbled so softly. "What are you doing?"

"I know you went to the café," you started, grabbing a peeled onion and starting to chop it up. "And you're not eating that shit, I'll make you something decent - I'm gonna make you a curry."

He smiled, nuzzling into the back of your neck as he closed his eyes and grumbled again, ever so faint and ever so soft; he could smell the spices already, making his stomach growl as he did his best not to complain about it. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, and he could feel the slight shiver from the winter air begin to creep its way up, making him clench his jaw. "What kinda curry?"

"It's a veggie Phaal," you told him. "It'll be good for you, trust me."

"How?"

"It's filling," you started, "so it'll fill your stomach more than black coffee and fucking snacks. It's balanced and nutritious... and it's good for the mind."

Loki grumbled again. "How?"

"It tastes good," you chuckled softly. "And stuff that tastes good is always good for the mind... but don't worry - there's a horror film on tonight, so I figured, y'know, we could snuggle down after eating. Watch it together. I brought the duvet down, too."

He couldn't stop the smile that came to him as he turned around and looked at the sofa; the thick duvet smothering it, the frozen television screen, he recognised the lumps of pillows beneath the duvet, too. "Thank you."

"It's not a big deal," you scoffed. "I mean, I'm your boyfriend - isn't it part of the territory that I gotta look after you?"

"Well, yeah, but-"

"Then go sit down," you told him gently. "Get yourself comfortable, and we'll eat, watch a film, and then go to bed."

All Loki could do was nod as he dared to pull away from you, thinking to himself how lucky he was that he had such a caring boyfriend as he got himself comfortable amongst the duvet and the pillows; maybe one day, there would be a canopy in your future. Maybe one day, there would be a glass to step on. Maybe. If you put up with him long enough.

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The Implicit Demand for Proof (11)

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 detective Loki?

Warnings- movie level violence, su*cide guns, language. (I don’t think I’m forgetting anything.)

A/n- alright folks this chapter includes the scene where Bob Taylor dies by su*cide (unalives himself).We will process readers reaction/ Lokis reaction to it and thoughts/feelings about it. I know y’all have seen the movie and know what happens , just giving you fair warning.

A/n 2- this chapter is long as fuck, do with this information as you will.

Series masterlist here

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“Bob Taylor, I’m agent (L/N) with the FBI.” You said, sitting down at the table across from him.

“So I hear that you told detective Loki you killed Anna” you slid Anna’s picture in front of him. “And Joy.” You did the same with her picture.

He let out a quiet ‘yes’.

“Okay. I’m going to get you a tissue for your bloody nose and a bandaid and then we’re gonna talk, ok?”

He nodded.

After making a psychological profile of Bob, you decided that going in soft would be best. You could tell it was already working. His body language changed almost instantly at your presence. He was less nervous, but nervous nonetheless. He had definitely been doing something.

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Loki watched (y/n) interrogate Bob while forensics processed the clothing found at the scene. David was enjoying every minute of it. It was so fascinating to him how easily (y/n) got into Bob’s head.

“See, what you’re telling me is different from what you told my partner.” She said.

Partner…Loki no longer felt an overwhelming feeling of dread at that word; it had grown on him since she had been around.

“Let me tell you something Bob. I’m a forensic psychologist. Do you know what that is?”

He nodded yes

“You do? Good.” You paused. “Then you may know that means I know when you’re telling me lies. And I don’t like lying!” You exclaimed, slamming your fist on the table.

He drew back, shocked that you were no longer friendly.

It gets them every time.

“I-I- I’ll draw a map..to the bodies.”

You swiped your photos off the table then placed some paper and a small pencil in front of the man.

“Get drawing.” You spat.

Oh Loki definitely liked her. That bit of sass coming out right then? Yes please.

“Loki, the families are here.” Officer John informed him as he poked his head into the room.

Loki let out a sigh. Time to see if any of the clothes found belonged to the girls.

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Loki came to stand next to you as you watched Bob Taylor obsessively draw mazes from behind the one way glass.

“How’d it go with the parents?” You asked him.

He sighed.

“Both sets of parents recognized at least one piece of clothing. Dover blames me for the whole thing. Says I wasted time following him.”

“Shit.” You said as you anxiously ran a hand through your hair. “You know it’s not your fault, right?”

“You get anything?” He inquired, changing the subject.

“No…yes…I dunno…something’s off.” You stated.

“What’s he doing right now?”

“Drawing us a map to the bodies.”

Loki, with brow raised, doubted that.

“It looks like the scribbles on the walls in his house.”

“Good eye, detective.” You complimented.

You didn’t miss the way Loki’s lips curved upward into what was almost a smile.

“What are you thinking?” He inquired.

“I’m not positive. Is the conference room free? I need space to think.”

“Yeah, it is.”

You grabbed your increasingly thick file folder and made your exit.

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Loki didn’t wanna bother y/n while she was working, but Bob Taylor had been doing nothing but scribbling mazes for the past hour and he was getting bored. He needed an excuse to interrupt her.

Then, an idea struck him.

Coffee.

Not shitty break room coffee. The good shit from the shop down the street.

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After a quick trip, Loki made his way down the hall to the conference room and leaned up against the door frame.

She had all her papers spread out on the bulletin board and onto the table and some even in the floor. String connected from one picture to another as (y/n) scoured her web of case notes. She was too focused to notice him standing there.

In the few seconds Loki stood there awkwardly with coffee in hand, he began to overthink his decision.

Is it weird that I knew her regular order? Would she get the wrong impression from this? What if she think it’s strange that I went out of my way just for her? Maybe I should just let her be, I should go. Oh too late she saw me. Fuck. No, it’s fine. Just be cool.

She smiled immediately upon seeing him, putting Loki’s troubled mind at ease.

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Movement at the door caught your eye, you turned around and noticed Loki standing there, immediately motioning for him to come in.

He carefully stepped around all your organized chaos until he was in the center of what looked like a paperwork tornado.

“I hope you know I don’t usually work in such a mess like this.” You sheepishly admitted.

“Even if you did I wouldn’t stop you.” He assured you.

You looked up and noticed he was holding two cups of coffee.

To your surprise, one was for you.

“Figured you could use one.”

You smiled at the gesture, coffee and detective Loki? What more could a girl ask for?

“I can always use one. Thank you.”

You took a long sip and you were immediately taken aback by the the delicious flavor flooding your tastebuds.

This definitely wasn’t break room coffee. This was coffee shop coffee.

Actually, it was exactly what you would order at a coffee shop.

You looked at the order label stuck to the side of the cup.

Yep. That’s your order, down to a T.

Loki had memorized your coffee order.

Loki had memorized your coffee order!

“You memorized my order?” You couldn’t help the sheepish grin that plastered itself onto your face.

Loki, who was was looking very pleased with himself, nodded.

“You only order it a hundred times a day-and that’s since you’ve been here. Can’t imagine what you’re like back home.” A sly grin made its way to his lips.

“Hey!” You exclaimed, playfully whacking him with the papers in your hand.

He let out a chuckle, which was music to your ears.

“Sounds to me like you’ve got a caffeine addiction” he mumbled, taking a sip of his coffee as he nonchalantly sat on the edge of the conference room table

“If anyone around here has a coffee addiction, it’s you mister.” You said, sitting beside him.

“Ain’t no denying that.” Loki confessed.

“Well, here’s to caffeine addictions.” You said raising your cup for a toast.

He raised his cup to yours, the plastic not making much of a sound.

You were suddenly hyper-aware of your proximity to Loki. You glanced over at him- taking in all the small details. The way his cologne intoxicated you, the faded tattoos, the way his hair always fell out of place in the same spot first. Loki turned, locking eyes with you. As much as you didn’t wanna seem like a weirdo for staring at him, you couldn’t pull your gaze away.

David’s eyes searched your face for a sign, a signal or something that told him that you were feeling this too.

Your heart began to race and your palms grew sweaty.

Your eyes flickered between David’s eyes and lips, God you wanted to taste him so badly.

Loki nervously cleared his throat and looked down at the floor, breaking the trance he had put you in.

“So..” you started, trying to hide your disappointment. “I called my people back home and got everything we could find on Taylor, right?”

“Right” he confirmed, his face a mixture of emotions.

“They just got back to me after digging around some more.” You rustled around in the paper pile to find your notes.

“Apparently he was kidnapped when he was young, the captor kept him drugged up. Hospital reports show a mix of LSD and ketamine. Bob escaped, but they never caught the guy.”

You looked up from your notes at Loki to make sure he was listening- And there was that look again, like those blue eyes were staring straight into you.

“So you know how the other day after we went to the mall and I was talking about the suspect probably having extreme trauma the need to control it?”

“Yeah.” Loki replied.

“Taking Anna and Joy…is his attempt to control his trauma. And that experience of being kidnapped fucked him up so much, all he can do is draw mazes for hours on end. That trauma is all he can think about. I think his mind is a fucked up maze and he can’t get out.”

“So..?” Loki trailed off.

“So..I don’t know.” You sighed, feeling defeated. “We could question him together. Good cop, bad cop style?”

“Okay. You’re the bad cop though.”

You scoffed, feigning offense.

“Me? The bad cop?” Your voice going up an octave.

“Yeah.” Loki smirked. “I watched you interrogate Taylor. It suits you.”

“Yeah? You profiling me now detective?”

Loki chuckled. “Yeah..Well, did I do good?”

“Yeah, Loki, you did good.” You said, patting his arm.

Poor, touch starved Loki longed for just a few more moments of your touch. Damn he shouldn’t chickened out of kissing you.

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“How long has this Bob Taylor been working on this map?” Captain O’Malley came by to check on things.

“Three and a half hours.”

“And you think this is going to lead you to the bodies? cause I sure as shit don’t.”

“Do me a favor Captain and go fuck yourself. We weren’t getting anywhere questioning him.”

Both your moods had shifted dramatically within the last two hours. Feeling the pressure from everyone, you were feeling particularly anxious about this case.

“There was no getting to him, it was like he’s in a trance. He shut down.” You confirmed.

“That looks more like a maze than a map-“

“He’s got a thing for mazes!” Loki spat.

“I’m going home. Call me if something happens.”

You and Loki were at your wits end trying to get this motherfucker to talk.

Loki let out a big sigh.

“Gimme that card John, the key card.”

Loki stormed into the interrogation room

He blinked ‘hard’ a few times and placed his hands on his hips.

“Alright it’s done now. Tell me what you’re drawing. You said you were drawing a map, that looks like a fucking puzzle. You tell me what you’re drawing.”

He blinked ‘hard’.

“Tell me what you’re drawing.”

Loki grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him back from the table.

“I can’t!” Bob cried out.

“Yes you can!” and before you knew it he slammed his face into the desk.

“Shit!” You exclaimed as your adrenaline shot up, what the hell was Loki doing?!

Yes you can! Yes you can!” Loki yelled at him over and over.

You and officer John and another officer who you didn’t know all barged in the room desperately trying to tear the two apart. The guys had hands on Loki desperately trying to pull him off, while you grabbed onto Bob Taylor and tried to pull him away, but Loki had a death grip on the man.

“Loki what the fuck are you doing?!” You asked, your anger bubbling to the surface.

In a split second, Bob jumped on the opportunity to pull the gun from the officers holster while he was distracted.

“Oh shit! Gun! Gun! Gun!” Loki yelled and drew his weapon.

You instantly went into crisis mode and drew your weapon.

“Bob you don’t have to do this.” You said. He glanced at you and in that split second you saw a broken man. A victim. He was tired.. tired of trying to escape the prison that was his mind. You’d seen that look before. You knew then it was too late, he had made the decision.

“Bob, put it down. Put the gun down. Bob, Bob. Bob, Bob. No. No no no no! No no no!-“

Bang!

You grimaced at the ringing in your ears from the gunshot.

The sight of Bob Taylor’s brains splattered on the wall made you queasy.

“Fuck.” Loki said in disbelief, “go call fucking R.A.” His voice wavering. You didn’t miss the way his lip trembled and his hands shook.

You angrily shoved your gun in its holster and bolted past Loki and the officers towards the bathroom.

Loki wasn’t the only one starting to crack under the pressure of the Dover-Birch case.

The gravity of what had just happened hit you like a ton of bricks. He was dead. And you watched it happen. You started to feel tightness in your chest, you were breathing but couldn’t get any air. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. Your head started to spin.

You turned on the sink and splashed cold water on your face.

Deep breaths, deep breaths you reminded yourself.

Once the room stopped spinning, you hoisted yourself on to the bathroom sink, you guessed that was as fine of a place to sit as any.

Your chest filled with anger. This was a mistake that was 100% avoidable. Now how were you going to find the girls? Your only real lead was fucking dead.

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You planted yourself in the seat beside Loki who was waiting just outside the interrogation room.

“Will you sign my incident report?”

He signed the report and handed it back to you without saying a word.

After a few minutes of silence, Loki spoke up and asked if you were okay. It was a simple question but it filled you with anger. Blame it on frustration, lack of sleep, or unbounded stress piling up from this case. Or hell all three, but you couldn’t hold it in any longer. Professionalism be damned.

“No. No Loki I’m not! Our only lead on this case just blew his fucking brains out!”

He blinked ‘hard’.

“Sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.” As mad as you were, you knew the last thing Loki needed was you yelling at him.

You sighed. “I’m sorry Loki.”

“S’okay. Loki mumbled.

A heavy silence lingered.

After a minute or two, the medical examiners walked by, body bag in tow.

The captain followed them, holding Bob’s “map”.

“He explain this before he ate the bullet?” O’Malley questioned, trying his best to hold back his anger.

“I’m sorry.”

“Fuck your sorry. Save it for the girls parents.”

Loki stared at the paper the captain handed him.

“Does that look familiar to you? “ he asked, holding up the paper.

“No, sorry.” You said with a yawn, the all too familiar tired feeling sinking into your bones.

You stood from the cramped chair, hoping Loki would follow you.

He didn’t.

All he could do was stare at Bobs drawing.

“Goodnight, Loki.” You said, in a hurry to gather your things and leave.

“Night.” He murmured, unable to tear his eyes from the paper.

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As y/n rounded the corner of the bullpen, Loki could’ve sworn he saw tears in her eyes. He wanted to go to her and apologize and tell her they’d find the girls some other way, but his feet felt like they were cemented to the floor.

What was he supposed to say anyways? Sorry I got our lead suspect killed and screwed up the entire investigation. Don’t think they make a card for that.

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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐨, 𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝! 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭—𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝟏𝟖+, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝.

𝐎𝐜𝐭. 𝐈 - 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐱 [𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐎𝐜𝐭. 𝐈𝐈 - 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 [𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐎𝐜𝐭. 𝐈𝐈𝐈 - 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 [𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐎𝐜𝐭. 𝐈𝐕 - 𝐒𝐞𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 [𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐎𝐜𝐭. 𝐕 - 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 [𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

[𝔉𝔦𝔠 𝔅𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔨]

𝐎𝐜𝐭. 𝐈𝐗 - 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 [𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐎𝐜𝐭. 𝐗 - 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 [𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 ��𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧]

𝐎𝐜𝐭. 𝐗𝐈 - 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 [𝐀𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐎𝐜𝐭. 𝐗𝐈𝐈 - 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐱 [𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐲 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

[𝔉𝔦𝔠 𝔅𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔨]

𝐎𝐜𝐭. 𝐗𝐕 - 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 [𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐎𝐜𝐭. 𝐗𝐕𝐈 - 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 [𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐎𝐜𝐭. 𝐗𝐕𝐈 - 𝐒𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 [𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐎𝐜𝐭. 𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈 - 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 [𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐎𝐜𝐭. 𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈 - 𝐒𝐞𝐱 𝐓𝐚𝐩𝐞 [𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒—𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝.

[charliehoennam]

just need you.

a/n : I blame @joshlmbrt for this. u asked for it and it got me horny so here you go 🧡

prompt: men who knead your thighs and hip as you sit on their lap with their big hands as you slick their hair back and tell them about your day. who get so hard when you kiss their forehead and tell them you have to go shower. who don’t let you go and fuck you on the couch — deep, thoroughly, filled with love

pairing: david loki x f!reader

warnings: 18+ only, no minors please. language, smut, creampie, cockwarming, david gets horny from feeling loved.

SHARING IS CARING, REBLOG IF YOU LIKE IT

Parking your car in the driveway just behind David’s Crown Vic, you switch the alarm on as you make your way over the grassy pathway paved from David’s walking over time.

Despite the dull day you had, you smile at the butterflies that still flutter every time you’re about to see him. Using the spare key he had gifted you, you unlock the front door and step inside.

You take the liberty of making yourself at home by kicking your shoes off and walking further inside towards the kitchen, you set your bag on a chair and drape your coat over its’ back.

“Baby, that you?” he asks from the living room.

“Yeah, it’s me, honey” you reply walking over with a smile.

He leans back and manspreads against the couch after crouching over the files and documents all fanned out over his coffee table along with his gun holster and badge. You take in the sight of him, hair slicked back from his shower, dressed in a tight white tank that accentuates his muscles. He usually wears them under his button-ups, but you love it when he wears them in the house, paired with a pair of gray sweatpants.

“You look so tired, baby.”

“I am tired” he smiles reaching for your thighs to guide you closer and unspokenly invites you to sit on his welcoming lap.

You accept and lean against his broad solid figure, lazily draping one arm around his neck while your other hand rests against his chest.

“Too tired for me?” You smirk watching his eyes trail down your body to your crossed thighs.

“Never too tired for you, honey” he replies taking your knee and pulling it towards him to let you drape your leg over his as his other hands sits at your waist.

“I hope not” you chuckle and press your lips against his to properly say hello. “I missed you” you whisper.

“I missed you too, honey… Didn’t get to see you this morning.”

His eyes close as he nuzzles his nose into your neck, taking in the lingering scent of your sweet perfume as his palm glides up and down your thigh.

“I know. You spent the whole night on duty, so I figured we wouldn’t anyways. But we’re together now hm?”

“Yeah, honey. You’re right. How was your day, hm?” he questions lifting his head to admire the gentle details of your face.

He listens to you vent about your day, kneading your thigh as his other hand slowly rubs your back up and down. He listens thoroughly, making a comment here and there, asking questions as you go on, but the glimpses he takes down your shirt and at your thighs don’t go unnoticed by you.

They make you feel loved and desired although you decide not to call them out because you’re drinking him in just the same; eye roaming up and down his chest, fingers gently twirling the hairs that peek out from the top of his tank or delicately squeezing at his biceps as you mindlessly rub his strong arm.

“How about your day, baby?”

“I don’t wanna talk about my day, honey. Just…” he sighs closing his eyes.

You know how his job takes a toll on him. Being a detective means having to see and witness things that are generally hard to stomach, let alone forget. And, although he can never forget certain things he wishes he could, he’d rather treasure the moments you get to spend together because, not only are they too few, they help him shut the rest of the world out. These moments with you melt away all worries he carries as a detective and allows him to just be David, a loving and caring boyfriend.

“It’s ok, babe. You don’t have to,” you answer with a tender kiss to his forehead.

You let your kiss linger there for a moment as he groans contently, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you closer. You’re almost certain you could feel his dick hardening as your fingers comb through his damp hair.

You chuckle imagining how good and relaxed he must when you take care of him.

“Why don’t you put this stuff away then and order us a pizza? Or whatever you’re in the mood for? I’m gonna go shower.”

You move to try to stand up, but he shakes his head. His arms tighten around you and hold you in place.

“No, baby. Stay here with me. Wanna be with you” he pleads wrinkling his forehead as his brows pinch together. His hand rises from your waist and his palm rests against your cheek when his lips meet yours. “Missed you so much, honey. Feel so good when you’re with me.”

You smirk noting how his breathing hitches and his cock twitches when you kiss his forehead again.

Gently peppering his forehead with kisses, he exhales sharply clenching his jaw as he pulls your legs to fully straddle his lap. His hands greedily grope at your thighs, at your hips and at your ass, enjoying your body’s fullness through your stretchy leggings.

You pull your head back a bit, letting your fingers meet at the back of his head to continue their therapeutic scratching on his scalp.

“I haven’t even showered yet, babe” you whisper shyly concerned, fearing your natural scent might be slightly more noticeable.

“No, honey, no. You smell so good for me” he frowns with eyes closed and shakes his head. “Just wanna be with you right now.”

“Yeah?” you whisper letting him kiss on your neck as he grinds his hardened dick against your sex.

“Yeah, baby. Feel so good on me like this. Can you feel it?”

“Y-yeah” you answer breathlessly as you give in and grind your dampening pussy against his crotch. “I feel your cock, baby. Feels so nice and hard.”

“Yeah? You like how it feels like this?”

You nod licking your dry lips as you continue dry humping his clothed cock, whispering how you love his dick so much as it throbs in his sweatpants when his hands pull your leggings up to make your ass and mound more noticeable.

He groans gently biting at your collarbone as he relishes the friction your body provides. Panting softly, you move your hips faster as his hard dick rubs against your sensitive nub.

“Fuck, Dave. Right there… That feels so good.”

“Ride me, baby. Just like that. It’s ok, I got you.”

Lost in the intoxicating pleasure that is washing over you, he rests his forehead against yours watching your face contort as you chase your orgasm.

“Cum for me, baby girl. You can do it. Feels so good, right? You like it, don’t you?”

“Fucking love it” you whimper feeling it build in your core. “So close, Dave. F-Fuck!” you pant as his hands grip your hips to pull them closer. “Gonna-gonna cum!”

“That’s my baby girl. Cum for me, sweetheart.”

The pleasure snaps in your core as you moan and slowly still your hip to soothe yourself with slow thrusts against his dick.

Running his fingers up and down your obvious camel toe, he clenches his jaw realizing how wet your leggings are from the dry humping and your orgasm.

“Honey, can I rip these? Please? Please? I need to feel you.”

“But they’re new, babe. I just got them.”

“I’ll get you new ones, I promise. Promise you” he quietly begs with the softest voice. “I’ll get you a hundred if you let me rip these right now. I’m so fucking hard, it’s hurting.”

He might as well; you’re almost sure they’re ruined now from the slick that’s gushing out. 

The second you nod and approve, all eyes go straight to your crotch. You hold onto his knees as you angle your hips forward for him. David quickly gropes at the fabric, pulling it carefully away from your skin. Digging his finger into a small tear, he rips a hole into the middle of your leggings to expose your wet panties. 

"Hold them for me, honey" he asks, fumbling with his sweatpants to push them down enough to free his dick. 

You eagerly obey and pull your panties to the side to reveal your soaking cunt. With one hand on your hip, he pscoots you close as his other hand holds his cock to guide it against your folds. 

"Fucking..." he sighs closing his eyes as his head lulls back at the pleasure of your warmth against his cock. 

Taking advantage of the moment, you dip your head to kiss his neck but David's quick to capture your lips with his. He stills his kiss for a moment as he stares hungrily at you, letting his hands do the work of guiding his dick into your entrance. 

You smirk as you ease down slowly on his cock, watching how his mouth slowly opens into an O. The pained expression is purely based on the pleasure and self control he's got over himself to not cum right away. 

"Easy, baby. Easy." You remind him by pressing kisses to his forehead as you start to slowly move your hips. 

His hands squeeze at your hips and ass, so desperate to sink his fingers into your soft flesh. 

"Fuck, you're wet on my cock, honey. Can't hold back too long" he begs. 

"I got you, baby. It's ok" you pant riding his cock. 

You gently grip at his hair while his mouth mauls at your neck. The moans he elicits out of you are aphrodisiacal music that weave through his veins and make straight for his dick. 

He replaces your hand  with his, holding your panties to the side from behind with his hand resting against your ass. 

"Tell me you love me" he pleads, shutting his eyes hard as he feels his orgasm building. 

"I love you, baby. I love you so fucking much. Love every single bit of you" you pant heavily rocking your hips roughly against his. 

"God, don't stop, honey. Don't stop!"

I love you's spill from your mouth as you chase his release until you feel his broad  body tense under your arms that hug him, filling you with hot white cum. Noting the way he stills your hip from the sensitivity, you pause long enough to let him calm down and slowly regain your movements to help soothe him. 

Lifting his head, he kisses you, letting his tongue invade your mouth hungrily as his arms lock around your waist like a belt to hold your pussy on his bottoming out dick. 

"God, I fucking love you too."

[davidlcki]

Blood Bond

Summary: after bob taylor’s death, you and your police partner loki have to work through the trauma together.

Warnings: MAJOR TRIGGERS IN THIS!!! suicide, lots of blood, cursing, drinking. this whole thing is just sad lol

words: 3,380

There was something beautiful about the bond formed within a traumatic event. Somehow, even in your state, you thought about this. You could feel the shift between you and Loki as he placed his hands on your cheeks, shaking you lightly as a desperate pleas spill from his lips, an attempt to will you back to reality.

His palms slid against your cheeks that were slick with blood. The feeling made you sick. It wasn’t your own blood, of course. But Bob Taylor’s. The man that had been questioned relentlessly by your police force- well- mostly Loki. Loki could only keep his cool for so long. You tried to take over the interrogation, but he was too stubborn to ever let that happen. One thing led to another, and in a blink of an eye Bob had his hands on Lokis gun. You tried. You tried with every fiber of your being to get him to drop it. Whilst the rest of the officers in the room pointed their guns and screamed with rage, you never touched yours.

“Bob… look at me. You don’t wanna do this, okay?” you were close. Almost in arms reach of him. He was listening to you, even through the shouting, he heard you. You continued to inch forwards. “All you have to do, is answer our questions. It’s no trouble. Please, just put the gun down.” you stop, mere inches from being able to grab the gun, but you were too late. Bob looked you dead in the eyes as he brought the gun to his own head and pulled the trigger.

You don’t remember falling to the ground, but you do remember the ringing in your ears and the oddly warm feeling of his blood trickling down your face. Loki hooked his arms under yours and dragged you backwards before kneeling down in front of you, blocking the sight of Bobs body. It took a second for his words to reach your ears.

“Y/N! god… jesus…” he didn’t know what to say. You noticed how badly his hands were shaking as he grabbed your face. You couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, you could only look at him. You noticed how blue his eyes were as you stared into them in a trance that you didn’t know how to get out of. Finally, he lifted you to your feet by your arms, basically dragging you out of the interrogation room. You followed on numb legs as he pulled you all the way to the bathrooms, pushing you down to a sitting position on a bench by the sinks. The dim blue fluorescent lights flickered unpredictably above you.

“Y/N, honey, are you hurt?” his voice was soft and brought you back to reality a little. You had the mind to shake your head no, though if you were you were sure you wouldn’t have felt it. You looked down at your hands in your lap as loki wet a rag in the sink. Your hands, shirt, hair, face, pants, they were speckled with blood. You looked like a sick art project. You decide shut your eyes for a while, allowing Loki to wipe your face down gently. After a while, he speaks.

“Hey, I need you to say something.”

You look at him. Even though you felt numb, there were tears falling down your cheeks, and when you finally opened your mouth to speak, you felt it. A sharp, stabbing, murderous pain.

“I…i’m, I don’t,” your words quickly deteriorated to sobs that violently took over your body. Loki pulled you by your shoulder into him, allowing you to cry into the crook of his neck.

You had only been lokis partner for a month or two, and were very new to the police force. You had never witnessed a murder before, and especially not a suicide by gunshot a foot away from you.

“I’m gonna take you home, alright? Can you get up?” You nod against him as loki ran a hand up and down your back gently as he spoke softly into the silence of the bathroom. You notice the blood that you left seeping into his light blue button up shirt. You wondered if he’d be upset at this.

When you exited the bathroom, you passed by the interrogation room again. Bobs body was gone, but his crimson blood remained. On the walls, on the floor. There was a large smear where you had fell and Loki dragged you backwards. You were dully aware of the way loki brushed off every officer that tried to talk to him. You were sure youd have to fill out some kind of paperwork and have a stern talking to by o’malley, but the sight of you was enough for everyone to back off for now.

The ride home in his car was dead silent. You didn’t dare move. You were afraid that if you did, you’d crumble into a million pieces. Instead, you started down at your lap, counting the flecks of now dried blood that you’d never get out of these clothes.

“You have a very nice place.” Lokis words shot through you like lightning. You didn’t know why. You were too in your head, you guessed. You hardly remembered the walk from the car into your home.

“Thank you.” you look over at him slowly, noticing the look of deep guilt on his features. You’d never seen him show so much emotion before in the short time that you had known him. He stood awkwardly near the island in your kitchen, not sure what to do next.

“Do you… need help, with anything right now? First things first you should probably take a bath.” he looked at you like a lost puppy as he waited for you to say something. You could tell he wasn’t good at this comforting thing, so you figured it best to be blunt.

“I don’t think I Can bathe myself right now.” in reality you knew that was a weird thing to say to your police partner of 3 months, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care right now. You needed someone there otherwise you were afraid you might drown in the tub, or get in and never have the will to get back out. Loki dosent hesitate with his answer.

“Yeah… yeah, I can help.” he slips his jacket off and places it over the back of one of your dining room chairs. You avoided looking at the blood stains on his light blue shirt. You show him to the bathroom, watching as he starts a bath. You stood with your arms and legs apart ever so slightly so they wouldn’t touch your sides or each other. You felt disgusting. You refused to move unless you had to. The feeling of the dried blood cracking with each movement on your skin made you want to faint.

Within the blink of an eye, the bath was full, and clouds of white bubbles floated upon the top of the water, calling you to step in. Loki looked up at you from his crouched position in front of the tub. He opened his mouth to say something, you assumed along the lines of ‘the baths ready’ but you didn’t let him continue. Your movements were swift as you pulled your shirt above your head and slipped out of your pants. You didn’t realize how eager you were to get them off of you. You tossed them into the trashcan that sat beside the toilet. Loki, flustered, turned his head away from you. When you were fully stripped, you turn to take a look at yourself in the mirror above the sink. There was smeared blood across your face where Loki had previously tried to clean you off. It was in your hair, and down your neck, cascading between your breasts and stopping at where your bra previously sat against your skin. You couldn’t look anymore. Slowly, you turned towards the tub and stepped in. Once you had settled, Loki finally pulled his head up to look at you. His brows had been furrowed in this expression of worry and guilt for the past however long it had been since the incident, and somehow you were just now taking note of it. You looked at each other for a long while, but nothing was said. Finally, Loki broke eye contact, grabbed a rag, and dipped it beneath the bath water. He gently took your chin in his free hand, turning your face towards him so he could gingerly wipe your face clean. He dragged the cloth down your neck, and inbetween your breasts, until all the blood was tinting the water instead of your skin. Nothing was said. The two of you seemed to be deep in thought. On a normal day, this interaction would have made you faint. But this wasn’t a normal day. Loki ran soap and water through your hair a few times until the water stopped coming out red, before draining all the water. You watched in a trance as the water and bubbles swirled out of sight. You hardly noticed the fact that Loki had pulled you from the tub and wrapped a towel around your naked shivering frame.

“Hey” Lokis voice was stern this time. You shifted your eyes to look at him. “I need you to look at me. Really, look at me. I can see you replaying what happened over and over. I know, it’s happened to me. It’s easy to get stuck. I want you to get dressed for me, alright? I’ll stay overnight with you.” You don’t think you’ve ever heard him talk for this long unprompted. You were seeing a new side of him.

“Okay. thank you, David.” you give him a firm look before stepping past him and into your room. You knew he was shocked at the use of his first name, But you thought it appropriate for the situation.

Being clean made you feel a lot better. You shook the sight of Bob from your thoughts for the 100th time and quickly threw on the first clothes you grabbed in your pajama drawer, which happened to be a pair of shorts and a police force shirt that was given to you way too many sizes too big. When you walked into the kitchen, things seemed more awkward now. Or maybe you were just more aware. Loki was sitting at your kitchen table, fiddling with one of his rings. He looks up at the sound of your footsteps, a light smile crosses his features. You look away out of embarrassment, remembering he’d seen you completely naked a mere 10 minutes ago.

“You… you really don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.” you busy yourself with walking to the cabinets of your kitchen to grab two glasses.

“No, it’s okay. You shouldn’t be alone after going through something like this.” Loki watches as you nod and head over to grab water, though stopping at the small collection of liquor sitting on your counter.

“Water or whiskey?” you ask him, forcing a light smile onto your face at your weak attempt at a joke.

“Guess” is all he said. You poured two glasses of whiskey and sat across from him at the table.

“I would say try to completely forget about it, but when you go back you’re going to be bombarded with questions. If someone dosent show up to your doorstep, that is.”

“Well…” you pause for a while, swirling the liquid and taking a sip before continuing. “I don’t know if im ever going back. I’ll sign whatever papers they need and make a statement but…” you let out a large sigh, not having much else to say.

At this, Lokis head shot up to meet his eyes with yours. They were widened with surprise.

“Are… are you sure?” He was looking at you intently, and this shocked you. He seemed afraid.

“No, i’m not sure. But today was a lot. I need to think for a while. Plus, i don’t think anyone really likes me there anyways” You let out a dry laugh. It was true. Most of the officers there gave you snarky looks, and within the short span youve been there you’ve just about heard it all. The entire department thinks your every move was to impress Loki. You knew they were jealous you got to be his partner considering the rep he has, but it still hurt. Especially since you did find Loki crazily attractive, you tried your best to make it look like you didn’t, but your co workers don’t see it that way. Loki nods, his head dipping back down to stare at the little bit of whiskey left in his glass.

“If it gives you any reconciliation, I enjoy having you as my partner.” You meet eyes again, and you cursed yourself as you felt that agonizing pain of butterflies in your stomach. You give a shy smile to match his and you eye his movements as he downs the rest of his drink. You watch his adams apple bob as he swallows, and immediately force yourself to look anywhere else but at him. You decide to change the subject.

“Sorry I don’t have a guest bedroom, but the couch is very comfortable” you gesture over to the couch that sat in front of a tv that was playing whatever was going on in the news. You knew sooner or later Bob Taylor would show up as one of their stories.

Loki shrugs and gets up to put his glass in the sink. “I’d sleep on the floor if I had to.” he smiles softly at you and kicks his shoes off by the door. You rise to your feet and place your glass in the sink as well, making a mental note to wash them out in the morning if you found the energy to. You grab a blanket and comfortable pillow from the chest in your room and bring them back down to Loki.

“Thank you again for staying.” you look up at him for a few beats, before turning on your heel to head to your room. Loki watched you walk off until you were out of sight.

~

Sleep that night was not so forgiving to you. Though you usually had nightmares, the ones you had tonight were plagued with Bob Taylor. The scene played out in a million different ways. In each one, you tried to save him, but it always ended the same. The sound of his blood splattering against the wall was sickening and bounced around your nightmares seemingly endlessly. What you didn’t know, was that as you dreamt in your bed, you were also screaming.

When you opened your eyes, Lokis face was probably a mere 5 inches from yours. He was half on top of you, shaking your shoulders and holding your arms by your sides to stop your thrashing. You woke up with a half yell half sob as the dream continued to replay in your head.

“Hey, hey!” Lokis harsh tone snapped you out of your trance. “Look at me Y/N” his voice was stern and he kept his firm grasp on your wrists, grounding you and keeping you from reeling back into your thoughts. You were near hyperventilating as you looked up at him helplessly. Tears were flowing down your cheeks, leaving wet spots on the pillow on each side of your head.

“I could have fucking stopped it. I could have been quicker I- I-” another sob chokes the rest of your sentence away. Loki begins to loosen his grip on your wrist, moving his right hand to interlock with yours. He gave you a few firn squeezes, assuring you he was right there for you. You squeeze back as an unspoken ‘thank you’. You sit up to face him in the darkness of your bedroom.

“It was my fault. mine. You didn’t do this, You didn’t cause this. It’s not your fault. say that.” he looks at you for a long while, waiting for you to respond. You could see the hurt in his eyes as he spoke, you could see how much the suicide hurt him just as much as it did you.

“I need you to say that Y/N. It’s not your fault.”

Your lip quivers as you speak.

“It’s not my fault”

Loki nods, and you can’t tell if it’s for you or himself. You were both sitting up on the bed, holding hands ahd whispering to each other in the darkness of the room. You could barely make out his face as the moonlight gently seeped through your curtains, but you could tell he was close. Loki closes his eyes, and presses his forehead against yours. This, somehow, was more intimate than any kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed soon after. For a while, neither of you said anything. It was comfortable silence as you reveled in the feeling of his hand interlocked with yours, your breathing in sync as you rested your forehead against his.

The sounds of your sniffling broke the silence. Loki stared into your eyes for a while, unsure of what else he could possibly say to you.

“I don’t think I would have made it through today without you here.” your voice was so quiet that Loki nearly struggled to hear even with your closeness. He found that good reason to tilt his face even closer, causing your noses to touch ever so slightly.

“I’m sorry” he spoke, and this is when you noticed just how close your lips were.

“You couldn’t have known…” you respond. It’s all your mind could come up with. You didn’t know what else you could say, you knew all too well now how hard it is to truly make someone feel better in a situation like this. Either way, your thoughts became clouded as your lips ever so slightly brushed against his as you spoke.

That seemed to be Lokis breaking point. The next thing you knew you were propping yourself up at the force at which he kissed you. It wasn’t soft or gentle, it was rough, raw. You were sure you tasted blood after your teeth clashed together, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. It was what you needed after the day you both had. His hands were quickly on your body, toned arms pulling you flush against him as he devoured you.

This kiss was different than any you’d had before. You could nearly physically feel the emotion radiating between the two of you. You hardly noticed when Loki pushed you down to your back, head resting on the pillow that was still wet with your tears. He rested inbetween your legs, his hands not roaming but simply pulling you as close as possible to him. You couldn’t gauge how much time had passed, but eventually, the hunger within his kiss seemed to come to a halt. Slowly, your eyes fluttered opened as Loki pulled away. He was still holding you close, but he seemed to have frozen. Your brows furrowed. Did you do something wrong?

“Loki?” your eyes were struggling to make out his facial expression in the dark, but your mind seemed to go over every possibility. Was he mad? Did he change his mind about you?

Suddenly, something dropped onto your cheek. That’s when you realized. He was crying. A small sob, barely audible, escaped his lips as he began to crumble before you. You ran a hand through his hair gently, your heart somehow shattering more than you thought possible as he rested his forehead against your chest, his weight collapsing on top of you.

“Hey. You’re okay, loki. You’re okay.” your voice was merely a whisper as you held his shaking frame.

“What if I can’t find them?” his voice was small and muffled as he spoke into your shirt. Your mind instantly went to the two missing girls that the entire town of Conyers seemed to be relying on your department to find. You felt hopeless. With Your only lead being dead, you were stuck.

“You will. We will. We’ll find them.” you didn’t know if this was more for Loki or yourself.

[gyllenhaalstories]

SOMETHING TO RELY ON — DETECTIVE LOKI 🖤

summary: detective loki comes home after a long investigation, needing nothing more than something, or someone, to rely on.

warnings: i can’t write canon and accurate portrayals to save my life, mentions of loki’s work, fluff & comfort. 18+ NO MINORS. yes, even if this fic has no smut, i don’t want minors interacting with my content.

word count: 1700

gifs credits: @/magnusedom (cropped) / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

notes: i have the selfish need to take care of this man and protect him from all the bad things in this world so this is exactly what i’m doing with this fic. no plot, only rambling. 🖤 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

“Oh, David.”

He grunted, rejecting what sounded like pity in your voice. It was a reflex, despite you telling him over and over again that you empathized with his hard work. He simply refused to let you feel bad for him.

And you refused for him to not let you do that. How could you not feel bad for your man? He looked dishevelled at best. His clothes were wrinkly, his coat was wet from the rain outside. His beard was unusually long. He smelled of cheap body soap, one labelled a manly tornado of masculine jungle and virile storm clouds.

David started to explain, calculating his words so that he would not speak in vain. He told you that he found a truck stop and used their showers before driving back home. His presence for the investigation was supposed to last a day or two, but he was required to stay on the field for about a week. Unlike his colleagues, he turned his back to the offer of a comfortable bed at the motel and a warm breakfast every morning. He stayed ready and awake for as long and as much as he could, in case of something happening.

You helped him out in silence as he spoke. How you had missed the sound of his voice without the bad network of the phone service struggling to pick up from the place he stayed for the past week. It could have been in the middle of the Bermuda triangle for all you knew, it cut you off too many times and prevented you from falling asleep to the gentle humming of David as he played in his mind songs that looped on the radio during patrol.

He let you remove his drenched coat. He watched you until you disappeared into the bathroom, he assumed you were hanging the coat in the shower where it could drip and dry without making a mess. He loved your attention to details, and how it mirrored his very own. He let you untie his boots so that he could step out of them. He let you do every small and big gestures to get him comfortable.

You offered him a fresh set of clothes, soft worn-out sweatpants and an old t-shirt that had been waiting for his arrival since the moment he walked out of the door. While he changed, you discarded of the dirty work clothes that he wore. You did not comment on how difficult it would be to wash away the dried stains of mud. He was probably kneeling outside in the rain, searching for a piece of information regarding the investigation. Day and night, you knew he devoted himself to his case.

“Love?” He called out for you. He blinked as he caught sight of you, being a busy bee from one room to the other around the house. You hands were full one second, empty the next one. Loki both loved and hated how this all came naturally to you. He loved the ways with which you both took care of each other. You handled the seemingly mindless tasks that weighted heavy on his shoulders while he provided you with a safe, strong presence and with arms to fall into when you needed. When he was actually there.

You finally reappeared in the living room. Your face lit up with a smile at the sight of him. He already looked better in the clean clothes. The shirt stretched over his broad chest, over his soft tummy. “Tell me the story of when you got this t-shirt.”

Loki grinned and looked down at the World’s best fisherman shirt. He explained how he picked it up from the lost and found box at the police station he worked prior to the current one. A cliché altercation between him and a box of donuts had led to him interrogate his first potential criminal with a prideful fisherman shirt. His retelling of the story always made the two of you smile.

It worked as a way to bring his feet down on the ground, to focus on what was important. As a bonus, it was simply entertaining to imagine Loki walking around with that shirt while trying to appear as almighty and professional. “Do you want something to eat?”

The corners of his lips curled into a smile and he followed you to the dimly lit kitchen. In a few swift movements, you had bread, peanut butter, jelly as well as a couple of utensils pulled out on the counter. The final touch was added by David’s arms wrapping around your waist from behind as you assembled his sandwich.

You spread the peanut butter all the way to the crust of the bread and on the other slice, you scooped strawberry jelly and made sure to get chunks of fruit too. Just how he liked it, just how you made it when you packed his lunch for mornings where he was too busy and tired to remember to take care of himself. You pressed the layers together gently and cut it in two triangles, handing him the bigger half.

He thanked you with a kiss on your cheek as he grabbed one of the triangles, taking a big bite out of it. He could easily guess you would have preferred to welcome him home with a big, warm meal. Although, in his mind at this very moment, he saw no difference between that sandwich and something that would have taken hours to make and double the amount of time to bake. And besides, he thought a lot about what he wanted to do during this break from the investigation. He needed to keep his mind and hands busy. This sounded like the right opportunity to invest crazy amounts of time into food you could cook together. Or you’d settle from ordering takeout from the Chinese food restaurant.

You cleaned up once you were both done eating, still with David holding you tight like a safety belt. “Want me to tell you about my day?” He hummed, agreeing. So you did just that, you shared the silly details with him as a way to make him feel included despite his long absence. Sometimes, you disliked sharing stories of your life with him. He was a creature of habit, it was hard to remind David that you were just telling about your encounter with a rude person at the grocery store and it was not an investigation. He would analyze your words, scrutinize your reactions, until you told him to relax.

He did not need such a reminder, at that very moment. Loki leaned his head on your shoulder, not minding how contorted his spine was to maintain him in that position. His eyelids were getting heavy, and so was he. He was half listening and half falling asleep on you.

For every night of the past week, you would have traded anything just to be crushed by his sleeping body and keep him safe and warm. However, you imagined it would be in bed and not laying flat in the middle of the kitchen if you even found the space for that anyway. “Come on, big boy. It’s time for your nap.” You turned gently in Loki’s arms, causing him to gain just enough consciousness to grunt in dissatisfaction. You draped his left arm over your shoulders and held him tightly as you both limped your way to the living room.

Any further, and David would have fallen down on the floor. You helped him to the couch so he could lay down. He shook his head slowly when you presented him with one of the throw pillows. He opened his eyes just long enough to lock his gaze with yours and he grinned when you understood his silent request. He sat up, struggling to stay still, until you joined him on the couch.

You stretched your legs up on the coffee table and you let Loki slowly rest his head on your lap. The sigh he let out made your heart clench inside your chest. He was killing himself trying to save people from dying. All you could do was stand by his side and help keep his head above water for as long as he would let you.

Loki saw it differently. He saw all of the love-filled gestures as a sacrifice as big as his. He appreciated each and every single one of them, and tonight was just the same. He appreciated how you peeled away the layers of stress, of turmoil and of fear. You did that by helping him with his clothes and also by keeping safe physically and at peace mentally.

“It’s okay, now.” You whispered as you placed your right hand on his stubbly cheek, your left one played with his hair. You were soothing both of your souls while trying to make up for all the time he spent away.

You repeated that it was okay over and over again until he, too, said the words to himself. He was okay. For now. And, for now, it was all that mattered. There would never be enough words and actions that could show you how thankful he was to have someone to rely on.

“You’re home.” You smiled down at him and watched him closely as he relaxed under your touch. You stroked your thumb over his lips, tickling his sensitive and chapped skin until his mouth parted open and his breathing slowed down.

He was seconds away from drifting into sleep. His eyelids were heavy. On your thigh, his head was heavy too with all its of horrors and sorrow. His voice sounded gentle and calm. “My love.”

A single tear fell from your cheek and down on the hand that was caressing his. Hearing the words in person rather than on the phone healed the pain that Loki’s absence had put you through once more. You leaned your head back to rest it on the couch and you closed your eyes too. Though it came with all sorts of tribulations, you were just as thankful as him to have someone to rely on.

[jennaajoseph]

ㅤㅤㅤ ❛ The beginnings. ❜ ⸻ David Loki x F!Reader.

── ﹙౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ MASTERLIST&INFO.﹚. ☆

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ SUMMARY. ⸻ You and David remembered your sweet beginnings together.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ PAIRING. ⸻ david loki x fem!reader.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ CONTENTS. ⸻ none, mostly fluff, female reader.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ A/N. ⸻ amazing request from anon!! (I'm so sorry it took so long) I tried a bit of a different style this time, I hope it doesn't look too bad?? I've tried to make Loki more brightful/flirty person in this. I need this man to be happy for once lol.

Work is kicking my ass lately lol, sorry for being inactive with fics, I'm still working on a few requests!! I have a few fics in my drafts I wanted to post for a long time so stay turned.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ CREDITS. ⸻ photos - pinterest (cropped by me) , divider - @/cafekitsune.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ﹙©jennaajoseph﹚

You laughed at another funny memory with David that you remembered. "Oh, c'mon, that was embarrassing." He covered his face with both hands, feeling embarrassed.

"What?! It was adorable!" You chuckled softly.

He gently shook his head. A small smile appeared on his face at the memory of him wearing a pink shirt to one of your dates because you once said that pink is pretty. Later, he found out that it wasn't even your favourite color at all. "Do you know how stupid I felt after?"

"I was actually amazed that you were paying attention to little things like that." You leaned a bit closer to his face.

"I just wanted to do my best." He smiled as you leaned closer to him, looking into your eyes. "Impress you, you know?"

"You impressed me a lot, just like the first time we met." You gave him a toothy grin and he raised an eyebrow.

"Was there something wrong with our first meeting?"

"You don't remember? You were so eager to keep talking to me."

"I wanted to keep the conversation going! You really interested me that day." He tried defended himself.

You chuckled shaking your head gently at the memory.

⭑⭒⭒

David was sitting quietly at his table, drinking coffee. His eyes occasionally landed on you from time to time. You were peacefully typing on your computer, trying to finish the work that needed to be done for tomorrow morning.

The cafe was empty, there was no one besides you and him. A few small drops of rain were softly hitting the glass windows, making it not too uncomfortably quiet.

"Anything else?" The server looked at David, holding a coffee pot.

His gaze quickly dropped off you when he heard the waitress. "Oh, no, not really, thank you."

"If you need something, I will be behind the counter." She said softly, smiling. David returned a small smile. When the waitress walked in the opposite direction, his eyes landed on you again.

Your gaze accidentally met his, you quickly turned to look back into your computer, furrowing your eyebrows. His eyes dropped to look at his half-empty cup of coffee.

Despite everything, you could still feel his gaze on you, his eyes were basically burned into you, and you felt it. Your mind was telling you that he was just another creep that wanted to say some nasty joke when the time is right, and that was the last thing that you wanted to hear today.

"Could you stop staring at me, please?" You finally spoke, and his gaze met yours again.

"I'm sorry." He said a bit ashamed, his eyes dropped down again. "I just thought that you look really good today." He added awkwardly.

"Thanks, but you don't need to burn your eyes into me." You chuckled, looking at your computer again.

"It's hard not to look at you." He gave you a small, flirty grin. You rolled your eyes.

"I didn't know I was that pretty for some random stranger." You looked back at him. A small, almost unnoticable blush appeared on his cheeks.

"What are you writing?" He took a sip of his warm drink.

"I have some work due tomorrow."

"I'm probably distracting you, don't I?"

"A little bit." You gave him a playfull smile. "I could feel you staring at me like a creep, and I couldn't focus."

He placed the cup back on the table, chuckling awkwardly. "Sorry."

You rolled your eyes, smiling and started typing on your computer again. "Next time when you stare at some random girl, don't make it that obvious or scary."

He chuckled quietly, shaking his head. David wanted to keep the conversation going, but also didn't want too sound pushy or needy. You intrigued him, and he couldn't just let you slip past his fingers. "Thanks for the advice."

You gave him a quick wink and kept writing. Despite your comments, Loki kept staring at you. There was something about you that was different, unique. Something that intrigued him.

He decided to take another shot, and kept talking, even if it was something that would make you annoyed again. "I've never seen you here before."

"Because I've never been here before." You stopped typing, and looked at him again.

"You just moved in?"

"You are trying so hard, aren't you?" You closed your computer.

"Isn't what people do when they are interested in someone?" He gave you a cheeky grin.

"What if I told you that I have a boyfriend?" You returned the grin.

He shrugged softly. "I don't know, you have one?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe?"

⭑⭒⭒

"You were playing so hard to get, y/n, that's all I can remember." He said suddenly, getting you out of your thoughts.

"You were creepy."

"I was just showing interest in you." He put his arm around you, and pulled you closer.

"In a very creepy way." You smiled, laying your head on his chest.

"What exactly was creepy in my behavior?"

"The way you were staring at me, almost all the damn time."

David couldn't help but chuckle. "But in the end, you agreed for a coffee with me, don't you?" He smiled gently as you looked up at him.

"I think in the end, you intrigued me too."

⭑⭒⭒

"What do you think?" You leaned in your seat.

"If you had someone, you wouldn't talk to me."

"Smart."

"I think there's only one way to find out." He started, and you raised your eyebrow. "Would you go out for a coffee with me sometime?"

You smiled gently, he returned a smile. "When?"

"Same place at 8 tomorrow? I can pick you up."

"You are very forward, aren't you?" You stood up from your seat, and packed the device into your bag. "I will get here by myself, but thank you."

"As you wish then."

You took a few steps towards him and held your hand out. "It was nice to meet you..."

His eyes sparkled a bit, unnoticeable for you to see.

"David, David Loki." His hand squeezed yours.

"Y/n L/n."

"It was also nice to meet you, y/n."

⭑⭒⭒

"I hated the coffee you bought for me the next day." You blurred out suddenly, chuckling.

He sighed, rolling his eyes playfully.

"But I had a very nice time, you know?" You looked up at him. "I'm really glad that you tried to keep the conversation going."

"I'm very glad about that too." He leaned softly to kiss your forehead.

[sparklypinkflightsuit]

Masterlist:

Stars Align: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

• Part 1

• Part 2

• Part 3

• Part 4

• Part 5

• Part 6

• Part 7

• Part 8

• Part 9 - Final

The Containment Diaries: Bob Floyd & Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

• Entry 1

• Entry 2

• Entry 3

• Entry 4

• Entry 5

• Entry 6

• Entry 7

• Entry 8

• Entry 9

• Entry 10

• Entry 11

• Entry 12 - Final

The Witching Hour: Bob Floyd x Reader

• Chapter 1

• Chapter 2

• Chapter 3

• Chapter 4

• Chapter 5

• Chapter 6

• Chapter 7

• Chapter 8

• Chapter 9

Blessed Be: Bob Floyd x Reader

• Prologue

• Chapter 1

• Chapter 2

• Chapter 3

• Chapter 4

• Chapter 5

• Chapter 6 - Final

Predator and Prey: Tommy Cahill x Reader:

• Chapter One

• Chapter Two

• Chapter Three

• Chapter Four

• Chapter Five

• Chapter Six

• Chapter Seven

• Chapter Eight

• Chapter Nine - Final

Star Crossed: Detective David Loki x Reader:

• Chapter One

• Chapter Two

• Chapter Three

• Chapter Four

• Chapter Five

• Chapter Six - Final

Drugs, Thugs and Pilot Kelson Hugs: Pilot Kelson x Reader:

• Part 1

• Part 2

• Part 3

• Part 4

• Part 5 - Final

[bd-wlf]

WHEN THE TROPE IS THEY LOVE SOMEONE THEY CANT HAVE BUT THEY LOVE THEM ANYWAY

WHEN THE TROPE IS MISSED CHANCES

WHEN THE TROPE IS MISCOMMUNICATION

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We don't need a couch for this

Detective David Loki x Reader Pure fluff & smut 18+!!! Summary: you and David have just moved in together. TW: none that I can think of. Word count: 1600s. Notes: This is the first fic I'm posting on tumblr, so please be gentle! I just wanted to share my love of David with you all, as well as to give him some joy, as he definitely deserves that & so much more! Do let me know in comments if you like it & any suggestions you can think of!

Soft rain patters against the porch roof as you open the front door and step inside your new home. It smells unfamiliar, unlived-in. The space itself is unrecognisable from when you and your boyfriend came to view it, cluttered as it is with boxes piled high on top of one another, some already torn open and spilling forth items from your previous life. Your single life.

You smile, remembering how embarrassed you were when it turned out that you had nearly three times as many things as David; if he wanted to, he could fit all his belongings into a couple of suitcases. He could have simply moved in with you to your former apartment, but you both wanted a fresh start, a place the two of you had chosen together.

Mostly unfurnished, this house is yet to feel like home. Remembering there’s no cabinet to leave your keys on, you slide them into the pocket of your jeans and kick off your shoes. You stretch, pleasantly fatigued with the excitement of the past few weeks.

House-hunting with David wasn’t the smoothest of experiences, considering his hectic schedule and frequent, unplanned absences. Since you generally worked from home, the task of browsing through the listings and calling the estate agents had fallen largely on to you. Not that you minded; in fact, you quite enjoyed the whole process. Showing the houses you liked the most to David in the evening, settling on the ones you both preferred, arranging viewings for the weekend hoping he wouldn’t be the one detective on call on those particular days. It was nice, if only for the sweet and thrilling anticipation of the two of you getting this much closer. Getting this serious.

David isn’t the easiest person to get along with. He can be perfectly pleasant with strangers – unless they happen to be his suspects, of course. But he’s guarded, accustomed to holding his inner life close to his chest. The thought tugs at something inside you, and you find yourself smiling again. Even if he hadn’t told you, you’d still know that you were the only human being he ever revealed his true self to.

You treasure it as much as you treasure the memory of your first kiss.

There’s no couch, you haven’t bought it yet, but there’s the old easy chair you’ve been carrying with you to every place you’ve ever rented, and so you curl up in it, too tired to get on with unpacking, lulled almost immediately to sleep by the drumming rain.

Darkness has already fallen when the scrape of David’s key in the look awakens you. You smooth your hair and adjust your shirt, rubbing the remnants of sleep from your eyes. At first, all you see is his silhouette, his wide shoulders clad in his baggy overcoat. He takes it off and hangs it by the door.

‘Ah, shit,’ he hisses, stumbling into one of the boxes and sending it falling to the floor. He uses the screen of his phone to illuminate his surroundings.

‘Hey,’ you say, climbing to your feet and groping your way towards him.

‘Hey baby.’ You can hear the smile in his voice as his arms wrap around your waist, bringing you closer to him. You brush the tip of your nose against his neck, inhaling the smell of his skin, and kiss his tattoo half-hidden by the collar of his shirt. 

‘I missed you so much, David.’

He tightens his grip. ‘I missed you too.’ He plants a kiss on top of your head. It seems like the two of you are swaying gently to your own secret rhythm. There’s only the darkness, the smell of David’s cologne, that small bottle you bought him a couple of months ago as a surprise gift for no occasion. There’s the strangely sad scent of rain coming off his slicked-back hair, and the steady beating of his heart, and the warmth of his firm embrace. You feel as if you’re about to fall back to sleep, right here, right now. 

‘You’re tired.’ He’s stroking your back, his movements careful, almost hypnotic. 

You shake your head. In the meagre light of the streetlamp coming from somewhere outside, flowing through the uncurtained windows of your living-room-to-be, his beautiful big eyes are a dark, stormy blue. It never ceases to amaze you how long and fluffy his eyelashes are. Pale silver dots are sprinkled throughout his dark stubble. He’s a 33-year-old man, after all. A soft smile is playing on his lips as you give his sides a gentle squeeze before removing his jacket. Your palms glide up and down his biceps hugged tightly by the soft grey fabric of his shirt. They’re so well-defined. Quickly unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his white tank top underneath, as well as his necklace, you take a step back to admire the outlines of David’s physique. His lips find yours again, they’re too hungry, too needy, and the kisses grow sloppy, and the sensation of his moist, warm tongue entering and exploring your mouth is simply divine. His heartbeat accelerates, and his movements are much more demanding now. The thick hair growing on his arms feels so nice under your fingertips, a little coarse but somehow still smooth. 

You sense his raw, burning need in the way he grips you, in how he leaves a trail of wet kisses and soft bites along the slope of your neck and your exposed collarbone. 

‘Fuck,’ he breathes when your fingers move down to squeeze his hardening dick. 

‘I don’t think we need a couch for this,’ you grin into his parted lips. 

‘No,’ he shakes his head, removing your shirt with admirable swiftness. ‘We don’t.’ 

He gets rid of his gun and his taser, placing them carefully on top of the nearest box along with his pair of handcuffs and his badge. He lays you onto the messy pile of clothes you’d just shed onto the floor. Leaning over you, David pauses to admire the sight of you as you wait for his touch. This moment is so perfect for him, suspended between him ripping off the last item of clothing which separates the two of you, and the still-unfamiliar sensation of his sensitive tip pressing against your warm and needy core. His hairy chest is heaving, his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, the blue veins standing out on his neck. His small, pink nipples are hard and sensitive, awaiting your caress. You squeeze them between the soft pads of your fingers, making David open his mouth and moan. You rake your fingers through his brown locks stiff with whatever it is he uses to sculpt his hair into his customarily immaculate hairdo. You pull at the roots, stroking your way down towards the plush areas at the sides of his head where the hair is much shorter. 

‘I want you,’ you whisper. ‘All of you.’ Your fingers stroke their way to his hairy abdomen, and then right down to his cock. His pulse echoes through your fingers. His cock is hard and strong, but also silky and tender. Roped with veins. It pulses in your palm, and as you give it a couple of gentle tugs, David’s lashes tremble, and his mouth falls open with a guttural moan. 

‘You have all of me, kitten,’ he mumbles, pressing another hungry kiss to your lips. He bites the tender flesh of your lower lip, your tongue, the thin skin of where your pulse is beating inside your neck. He’s devouring you, and you couldn’t be happier. 

You revel in the sensation of his deft tongue following the direction of the veins along your throat. David’s caressing your breasts, his tongue circling your hardened nipples. You feel David’s cock twitch greedily against you, and you spread your legs wider, prepared to take him in, desperate to become one with him. His warm, wet tip glides up and down, rubbing against your clit, awakening something primal, making you arch your back as you are consumed with bittersweet, painfully pleasant sensations. His hand guides his cock as you arch your back, struggling to accept the entire length of him all at once. His breathing is heavy as he reluctantly pauses to let the both of you get accustomed to the head-spinning sensation. 

And then David begins to move. It feels amazing, it feels like heaven. His length and girth are stretching you, and it would be painful, perhaps, if not for David’s care and consideration. He watches you, blinking, watches every twitch of your expression, listens out to each and every of your sighs. His fingers entwine with yours. 

‘Fuck, this feels so good, baby.’ He thrusts deeper, harder, his temples and his chest beaded with sweat. ‘You’re alright?’ he pants into your neck, his hips bucking as he approaches – and tries very hard to delay – his orgasm. Your walls spasm deliciously around him. He whispers your name, again and again, and then a guttural, feral growl escapes David’s lips as he feels himself slipping away, yielding to the all-consuming pleasure. He spills into you, thrusting so deep it almost hurts. You welcome this sweet pain. 

‘I love you so much, David,’ you pant, covering his stubbly cheeks, his eyelids, his bushy brows, his damp, veiny neck with kisses. ‘I love you so much it almost hurts me.’ 

He buries his smile in your neck. ‘I love you too, kitten,’ he murmurs. 

‘Still, we should buy a couch,’ you chuckle.

‘Fuck, we definitely should,’ David agrees, throwing the damp brown locks off his forehead. 

‘A fold-out one.’

‘Oh yes.’

This is the start of your new life. Finally, and for ever, together.

[mlmxreader]

Hurt | Detective Loki x m!reader

areyouwaiting asked: another one because why not

Det. Loki x male reader

"For fuck’s sake, I love you!" as a friends to lovers type of thing?

Danke mein Freund 😌

summary: Loki doesn't take very kindly to it when you meet up with an ex who didn't exactly treat you right.

tws: swearing, horror films

It was like a scorpion had found its way into his chest and had struck him right in the heart. The bite of a venomous snake that would strike every time he thought about it. You, hanging out with an ex who had caused you so much damage and who had hurt you so badly, all because they had told you that they still cared, that they wanted to be friends again. Loki couldn't fucking cope, when he saw that picture on his phone, plastered on social media, he was fucking pissed; as soon as his shift was over, he had marched over to your place, and had found you on the sofa, watching a horror film that had been banned in several countries due to the graphic nature of its content, a horror film so grotesque and so vile that the director had been pulled into court on allegations that he had actually killed members of his cast, he knew it was a good sign, and a little relief flooded through his veins.

He knew that if you were in a particularly bad mood, you would have been in bed watching it and snuggled into the duvet. He knew that if you were in a particularly good mood, you liked to sit on the sofa as you watched it. At least you weren't in a bad mood, he thought. At least there was that, and as he sat down beside you, he was pleasantly surprised that you leaned into him so keenly, grumbling softly as you pressed the side of your face against his arm and shifted around so that you weren't awkwardly bent over.

Loki found himself relaxing a little, his eyes slowly shutting as he let out a little yawn and stretched his legs out, crossing them at the ankle as he let you hold his hand tightly; he wanted to ask, he wanted to ask what had happened, what they had said and what you had said. He wanted to interrogate you, but when he realised that that's what he wanted, he shook his head, and cleared his throat. "You okay?"

"Yeah," you nodded, smiling. "I don't know why I bothered, but hey, at least I got a free meal of it so it's not all that bad, really."

That wasn't what Loki was expecting in the slightest, his jaw clenching as he got a little more tense, brows furrowed as he frowned and uncrossed his ankles, shifting a little so that he was sat upright. "What do you mean you don't know why you bothered?"

"It's just..." you shrugged. "I mean, yeah, I wasn't a perfect boyfriend - but they kept saying the same fucking accusations."

"Which are?"

"That me and you are somehow a thing," you scoffed, but something in your voice told him that you weren't joking. "I mean, yeah, alright... you're hot, and you mean a lot to me, and sometimes I do wish I was your boyfriend... but we're not a thing, are we?"

He fell silent. Sure, he had wished time and time again that you were his, his boyfriend, his partner, he wished it would happen more times than he could or wanted to count, but he knew that it wouldn't work; Loki had hardly enough time to spend with you as it was, thanks to work constantly on his back about everything and anything, and he didn't want you to feel as if you were being neglected because of him. He didn't want to make you feel that way. Never. Not you. Loki could fucking abandon and neglect everyone else in his life, but not you. Not the best friend who he had come to realise that he had other feelings for.

He swallowed thickly. You called him hot. You found him attractive. He scratched the side of his nose. You said he meant a lot to you. You wished you were his boyfriend. You wanted to be his as much as he wanted to be yours. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, maybe he wouldn't neglect and abandon you as much as he feared he would, maybe he wasn't going to hurt you and maybe he wasn't going to make you upset. Maybe things would be okay in the end after all. Maybe.

"Do you mean that?"

"Yeah," you breathed out. "Loki, for fuck's sake, I love you! You're my best friend, and I... I love you as my best friend, and always will, but I also love you... the other way. And I'd wanna give it a go."

"What if I hurt you?" He asked. "You know I don't have a lot of time to spare as it is."

"Then hurt me," you told him. "Hurt me as badly as you can. I'm a big boy, I can take it."

"It could ruin our friendship."

You moved to sit upright, glaring at him as you huffed and shook your head, daring to laugh softly. "Loki... nothing could ruin that - unless you tell me you suddenly hate Train to Busan, in which case, I'm not only disowning and abandoning you, I'm also gonna bully you."

Loki couldn't stop the laugh that escaped him at that, shaking his head fondly. "I love that film."

"So..." you cleared your throat. "Your day off is tomorrow - wanna go to the café for a date?"

"I'd rather stay here," Loki explained, "and I'd rather watch Train to Busan with you."

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Detective David Loki fic recs

The lovely @sizzlingcloudmentality Asked me for fic recs for our beloved detective. After digging through the tumblr tags I found that the fandom is a lot bigger than I thought! So hi to all of you!! I believe I’ve got all the fic authors listed below who have David Loki fics, but if I haven’t included someone feel free to rb or comment! I will link this post on my masterlist for easy access.

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beyond the badge pt. 1

a/n: request made by @harmonity-vibes. had been thinking about this specific plot for a long time and this lovely angel gave me the inspiration i needed. this will divided into three parts because it's simply too big lmao that's what she said. s/o to @strangergraphics-archive for the cute divider <3

pairing: david loki x f!reader

summary: his fianceé is abducted and a distraught david realizes some rules must be broken in order to save the one he loves.

warnings: 18+, dark themes such as language, violence, eventual smut, suicide, death, physical injuries, threats, abuse of power and blood.

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two | three | four | five

What was once a home filled with love, laughter and passionate moans is now hollow and empty.

The haunting silence of the house only fuels his self-hatred. He can’t stop blaming himself because he knows, deep inside, that he could’ve avoided all this mess if he had only listened to you.

When a dead body showed up in the river by the old mill, David was quickly assigned the case. It might have taken him a couple of months, but he successfully found the man responsible for a such a horrendous crime.

The man was Frankie Donovan, a bus driver and self-made drug dealer. You would’ve never guessed by simply looking at the man, due to his scruffy appearance and uneducated demeanor, but he had successfully made around 500 thousand dollars from producing and selling meth.

It might not have been much to some people, but to a man who grew on the country skirts of Conyers, bouncing around from trailer park to trailer park and addict parents, that money was more precious to him than his own life.

No one would’ve believed that Donovan was capable of making so much money. Most people underestimated him either because of his job, his poor background or, what appeared to seem like, his friendly nature. He might have fooled many, but not David.

In the empty house that belongs to both of you, David stands in front of the foggy bathroom mirror with a towel wrapped his hip.

He stares at his stoic reflection and takes in the physical effects your absence has had on him. Dark circles under his bloodshot eyes. Hollowed cheeks from the loss of appetite. The prickly 5 o’clock shadow growing out that he refuses to waste time shaving.

The lingering heat from his hot shower constricts the air around him. He leans down to splash some cold water on his face, hoping that it will provide just a little bit of relief. Although the water soothes him on the surface, it fails to subdue him within.

He runs a trembling hand over his face to try and keep his composure, but he’s losing it. His breath shortens as the room spins around him. What feels like rocks settle in his throat. His chest tightens with rage until he finally explodes and punches the mirror before him repeatedly.

“It’s your fucking fault!” he repeatedly shouts at himself.

Dangerous shards shatter into the sink and onto the counter. David doesn’t feel it just yet, but blood drips from his knuckles over the shards. He takes a look at his hand. His fit of fury let out a bit of the steam that he had pent up inside him, but it’s not enough to make him better.

Nothing will make him feel better until you’re home, safe and sound. He promised he would always keep you safe and he feels like he failed you. There's nothing that can silence that thought in his mind.

Once he’s poorly rinsed and wrapped his knuckles with gauze to stop the bleeding, he drags himself into the bedroom that lingers with the scent of you and haphazardly chooses a few items of clothing. He doesn’t bother with the usual button-up shirt. A simple black thermal, a pair of pants and usual boxers. He tries to get dressed as fast as he can.

David hates being in the house for too long, but he tries to avoid the bedroom as much as he can. Not only does everything there remind him of you, but it’s all still the same as you left it before you went to work that day and he wants to keep it that way.

The uncertainty of the future fucking terrifies him. He doesn’t know if you’re alive, he doesn’t know if you’re hurt. His colleagues are doing their best to find you, but the fear he secretly has of you not coming home is ever present. So, he keeps the bedroom the way you left it to create a false sensation that you’re somehow still there almost like a ghost.  Like you're still coming home, even though he's not sure you will.

It’s been almost two days since you’ve been missing. The captain made it very clear to David that he could not, under any circumstances, take the case due to his close relationship to the victim. Being off your case drives him insane, but it’s not enough to make him stop looking for you.

He might not be able to professionally investigate, but it doesn't stop him from questioning the local thugs in the neighborhood about the recent kidnapping. After coming to a dead-end last night, he spent the rest of the night driving aimlessly, hoping he might find you somewhere.

He came home for a quick shower before resuming his illegal search for you. He’s tired beyond belief, but his mind can’t concentrate on anything else besides his missing fianceé.

Sat on the edge of the bed you used to share, he looks over at the engagement ring still sealed in a plastic baggie on your nightstand and reaches over to hold it in his hands. Letting his head hang low, he lifts his bloodied hand and holds his forehead in it. His head pounds as memories flood his thoughts.

When a call about an abduction came in from a co-worker of yours, David could feel his heart sink down to his stomach. He didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but the thought that you could’ve been the one kidnapped scared him to death.

He is in another town, a more populated, small and neighboring town who’s courthouse Conyers was appointed to. David hadn’t been aware of the newly opened case until he made it back to his car and saw 3 missed calls from his captain.

When he arrives at your workplace’s parking lot, he climbs out of his car so quickly that he doesn’t even remember to close the door to take the keys out of the ignition. It all feels like a dream, like nothing is real, everything around his is far from touch and he’s floating through the air

“Tell me it’s not her,” he begs already fearing the worst as he marches towards the blockade of police officers preserving the scene.

“Loki, I’m sorry, but you can’t be here right now. I can’t let you through.”

O’Malley has to hold him up as David’s knees give in and sits him on the curb. Kneeling in front of him, he instructs David to breathe as the air thickens in his throat.

“I-I gotta find her, captain. I gotta-“

“What you gotta do is let us do our job, Loki. You can’t work on this case and you know why. Tell me what you know.”

The truth, at the time where he can barely remember his own name, is that he doesn’t know who could have taken you. He’d put away so many bad guys already and, just like the Keller-Birch case, kidnapping were becoming more and more often in the small town of Conyers.

David is in no condition to answer most of the questions that his boss needed to ask. At least, not right there.

“David, let’s go back to the station. We can talk better there.”

“No. I’m not fucking leave. I need to be here. I need to find her!” he insists, wide eyes locked on the scene as the forensic investigators search the area.

His watchful eye notices one of the investigators lift something up from the ground after taking pictures of the object. As the woman places the small item into a plastic bad to preserve for DNA or prints, he quickly stands on his feet. Despite the dizziness that strikes him suddenly, he pushes his way through the uniformed cops, but there are too many of them to hold him back from the scene.

“Get the fuck of- Let me go! That’s her ring! That’s my fianceé’s fucking ring!” he shouts at the investigator while being restrained.

She looks at O’Malley who nods and allows her to show David the evidence. Walking towards David, he finally calms down enough and complies in order to make sure it is yours. And, just as he fears, it is indeed yours.

His hands tremble as he looks at the plastic evidence baggie containing your engagement ring. He closes his eyes as dread floods his chest.

The ring is technically evidence and is actually supposed with the forensics team to process, but David stole it from the scene to bring it home with him.

Tears drip against the plastic. He just wants you to come home.

The buzzing cellphone he'd left on your nightstand snaps him back to the present. Quickly wiping his tired blue eyes, he looks over at the phone placed beside his gun and badge. The thought of taking his weapon to his head to end the agonizing pain and guilty flashes in his mind.

Before he finds the courage to reach for the firearm, his gaze drifts and lands on a book you had been reading when you were home and he recalls one specific conversation you had had one night.

“You got a strange call today on the landline.”

You’re sat on the bed with your back against the headboard and a book in hand.

“Yeah? What’d they say?” he asks lying tiredly on the bed beside you.

Lifting your arm to make way for him, he nestles himself into your side with his strong arms locked around your hips while his face nuzzles into your waist with closed tired eyes.

“I dunno. I mean, I do, but it was just strange,” you lower your book, combing the fingers of your free hand into his luscious brown hair. “The guy just said told you to call him back or you’d regret it.”

“Probably just a prank call, sweetheart. Nothing to worry about.”

“But they asked for you. They said your full name and they know you’re a detective. Isn’t that a bit too personal?”

“I’m a cop, babe. That information is public. Anyone can find that out if you know where to look.”

You nod and stay silent as you try to continue reading, but it’s unsettling.

“I’m just saying,” you start as David groans tiredly. “Why would someone call and threaten you? Not to mention you just recently closed the Donovan case.”

Rolling over onto his back, he looks up at you from his side of the bed.

“Babe, Donovan is a small-town meth head. He doesn’t have the balls to come after a cop.”

“It’s just a strong coincidence, David.”

A lightbulb goes in his mind. Finally, a lead he could work on. How the hell didn’t he think about this before?

He shoots up onto his feet to get dressed and, just after he slides his boxer briefs on, his phone buzzes again with another incoming text.

Due to his close relationship with you, O’Malley didn’t allow him to take the lead on the case. If it had been anyone else, he wouldn’t have thought twice, but he knows the close relationship could impair David’s judgment. David’s already known for his temper and the last thing he needs is him risking the case because he didn’t follow procedure.

Instead, Chemelinski’s been assigned as the lead detective on the case. And, influenced by their close friendship, he’s ignored the direct and important order O’Malley had given him of keeping any new information from David.

The way he sees it, David’s a smart detective. If it hadn’t been for the close relationship, the case would’ve been his because he’s the only one that has solved and closed difficult disappearance cases like this.

“Evidence found at Penn Aire Motel, 46th and western. No vics”

“Didn’t hear this from me”

He wastes no time replying to his co-worker’s texts. His heart pounds with hope and adrenaline as his mind races with a thousand thoughts, wondering what kind of evidence they found. Even without a body or blood, assumptions can still be made based on the scene which is why he needs to be there.

Speeding in his car, his stomach churns contemplating what he might find once he’s there. He knows the procedure in case of dead victims. If you were dead, he would’ve already heard about it, so he’s hopeful it’s not the case.

As his car pulls up, O’Malley sighs already feeling the heavy headache setting in of having to deal with a distraught David.

“Who the hell told him?”

Chemelinski shrugs avoiding his accusing eyes, but mutters it wasn’t him as David quickly marches over to the captain, ducking under the yellow ‘do not cross’ tape with curious eyes scanning the scene to understand what’s going on.

“Loki, I told you-“

“I know, I’m off it. I know, I just wanna know what you found.”

David keeps a strong facade with hands up in surrender as O’Malley approaches him.

“You know I can’t share that information with you. You’re involved with the victim and it ca-“

“Yeah, I fucking know it can cloud my judgement! I know!” he shouts back.

O’Malley watches him take a deep breath to compose himself. He understands how stressful this is, especially for a detective.

“Captain, I-I’m losing my fucking mind. Please, j-just tell me something. I-I need something.”

He can’t ignore David’s pleading blue eyes or the crack in his voice. David’s a strong man who’s endured some of the most awful things life could throw at anyone. It takes a lot to scare him to this point.

He informs David that they’d tracked down the car from the location of your kidnapping. After identifying the vehicle with the help of local security surveillance footage, a dispatcher had ID’d it after receiving a call about an abandoned car in a rundown motel parking lot, just off the freeway.

No one saw you at the motel; the clerk working the desk that night said a man checked in alone, but a maid who had been getting off her shift mentioned she saw the man – who was staying in the room in question – putting something in the trunk of a different car before driving away in it alone.

The forensic investigation is still processing the scene, but the unit was able to find a small earring in the truck of the car, which was now in a small plastic bag labeled evidence in O’Malley’s hands.

O’Malley would’ve asked him if the earring was familiar, but the way David froze and stared down at the small accessory with swelling tears in his eyes is enough to confirm his belief.

He’d given you the beautiful jewel on your first anniversary. He remembers how happy you got when you opened the gift and saw the sparking, delicate pair in the small velvet box. His heart broke a little when you mentioned no one had ever given you jewelry before. You loved them so much that you wore them proudly every day to work.

He never thought he’d be the one having to identify a personal item of a victim.

“Y-yeah,” he sniffles blinking away his tears. “That’s hers.”

“We’re gonna find her, Loki. Loki!”

David can’t stand it anymore. The ring found at the site of the kidnapping and the newly discovered earring leads him to believe they weren’t left there on accident. He knows these are items you treasure more than anything and you would never take them off unless you were at home to avoid the risk of losing your precious accessories due to their sentimental value.

They’re breadcrumbs. They’re clues you’re leaving behind, calling out for him to save you. He needs to take matters into his hands.