#david loki x y/n
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the dinner party
A/N: Filling out this request. Enjoy!
Pairing: David Loki x F!reader
Summary: David and his girl spice things up at her boss's annual dinner party.
Warnings: SMUT. 18+ ONLY. Language, unprotected p in v sex (wrap your willy, kids), oral play, cumplay, not proofread
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Parties in general were David’s least favorite things. He rarely gets time off and the last thing he wants to do is spend it sharing you with people he doesn’t know.
Sure, they were your co-workers and superiors and he trusted you more than anyone in the world. But you looked way too sexy to be at this stupid dinner party.
He wanted to have you to himself tonight. He didn’t want to socialize; his social meter was already natural low and he’d been there for almost half an hour now, enduring the small talk with the strangers you introduced him to and all their invasive questions about the job he mostly just didn’t want to think about.
You noticed his discomfort when he excused himself to get more wine after one of the most obnoxious guys of your workplace asked him what the most disturbing thing he’d seen on the job was.
It was disturbing for a reason and he wished he could forget it.
“Uhm, that’s rather a hard question to answer. Guess I’ve just seen too much” David answered curtly. “Excuse me, I ran out of fuel” he confirmed raising his glasses.
You co-workers laughed it off with his little joke, but you knew he wasn’t trying be funny, so you followed him into your boss’s kitchen.
“Sorry about that. I didn’t-“
“Not your fault, babe. People are just assholes sometimes.”
“Just 30 more minutes? I don’t wanna be here anymore than you do, but I have to. You know how my boss is. He takes it personal if we don’t show up. I don’t wanna be iced out at work.”
“What if I planted drugs in his house?” he smirked picking at the charcutarie board on the kitchen island to pop some salami into his mouth. “Ooh, that’s good salami. I think that’s salami, at least.”
“Please tell me you’re joking.”
“Of course, I am. But he is a douche. I’d be doing you a favor.”
“I couldn’t agree more, but this job pays for all the sexy lingerie I wear for you.” You smirked filling up both your glasses. “And the hours are really flexible too.”
“Almost as flexible as you” he smirked back idling around the kitchen. “I’ll be on my best behavior, I promise. I know it’s important. It’s just fucking boring as shit. If I have to hear your boss talk about his Italian inspiration for the house, my head might actually explode. I can literally feel the vein in my temple throb every time he says ‘venetian’.”
You chortled with a sip of your wine.
“I know he’s a lot to handle, but it’s just for 30 minutes. And I already introduced you to everyone, so we can just hang out with my friends out back until then. They’re pretty normal, like us.”
“I can’t believe it’s only been half an hour. It feels like it’s been at least 3 hours.”
“What can I do to make it easier hm?” you smiled rubbing your palm against his chest.
“Well…” he smirked lowering his gaze to scan your body. He loved how your black dress hugged your curves just perfectly. “There is one thing that would make me really happy. You know I have a sweet tooth, right?”
You narrowed your eyes with a mirroring smirk.
“You want dessert already?”
“It’s the best part of the course, if you ask me.”
“Fine. But we gotta keep it quiet” you nodded with a mischievous smile.
"Wait. Are you serious?" he asked in disbelief. He didn't think you'd actually agree.
"Yeah, I am. This party is a total dud. I wouldn't be here unless I had to. Might as well make it fun," you smiled nonchalantly, dipping your fingertip into your wine and dabbed the red liquid on his white shirt.
“Hey! What’d you do that for?”
“You’re a cop, David. Rule number one: always have an alibi. And I’m not gonna ruin my dress. It was more expensive than your shirt.”
“Ey, I paid 10 dollars for this shirt at the good-will.”
“My point exactly,” you smirked taking his hand to lead him out of the kitchen and back into the crowd. “You’re such a klutz, Davy. Let’s try to get you cleaned up.”
“Yeah,” he smirked with suspicious eyes squinted at you.
Fighting back the excited smile was hard to do as you led him to the upstairs level. Running off to a secret place to do secret things had you both feeling like young teenagers in love again.
If there was one thing David loved more than you and his job, it was going down on you. And, if that wasn't enough already, it was one of the many things that he excelled at.
"C'mere, beautiful" he smirked turning you around once you'd locked the door.
His hands snaked around your hips as lips collided with you in a feverish kiss, hitching up your dress. Your lower back met with the marble countertop of the sink in the lavish bathroom.
David opened his eyes to look at the reflection of your ass, beautifully on display in your black lace panties.
"You look so pretty, baby" he groaned at the twitching of his hidden cock.
Your cheeks bloomed with warmth as praises spewed from his mouth.
Once his knees met the floor, he wasted no time getting to work. David loved seeing you in black lace. He loved your pussy even more.
His moans were muffled as he buried his mouth over your clothed cunt, nose rubbing and circling your sensitive nub as he inhaled your delicious scent.
"Got this pretty pussy all dressed up for me too huh?" he asked with a devilish gleam in his eyes.
His hot breath and warm tongue nuzzling your cunt had your panties growing wetter and wetter with a combination of his saliva and your slick.
You moaned as your hand reached for his head, legs welcoming his mouth as you sat back on the edge of the countertop.
With a hand wrapped around your thigh, he hooked a finger under the lacy fabric and pulled it to the side in order to display your juicy cunt to him.
"Ain't nothing tastier than this right here."
His open mouth quickly latched onto your exposed pussy. His tongue eager as it licked up the sopping mess that only flooded from your spongy walls.
His thumb circled over your delicate clit as his tongue stroked over your plushy folds up and down, over and over again, sending electricity throughout your body and curling your toes.
The sticky sounds of your incredibly wet cunt and his mouth along with David's expertly technique altering from your pussy, down to your puckering asshole, had your head hanging back. Heat burned in your cheeks as you wondered if anyone could hear you from the outside.
David's eyes were locked on your contorting reaction, coming undone with your mouth hung open in an ecstasy only he could provide. So desperate for your release, you ground your hips against his face, caressing his head of luscious hair as you chased your high.
Your spined arched forward as you relished every greedy movement of his flickering tongue, panting when his thumb slowly sped up its circling over your tender clit.
David's low chuckle at your frantic chase for climax sent chills over your hot skin.
"D-Dave, I-I'm gonna-" you gasped, trying your best to stay as quiet as you possibly could.
"Cum for me," he ordered adding more pressure and speed to his teasing thumb.
The blinding white light of sheer pleasure rippled through your body, letting it tremble under his unyielding mouth. Despite your attempt to shut your thighs, he chuckled darkly as he forced them apart, pushing you further back and folding you over on the countertop until your knees met your chest and your back met the cold surface of the mirror behind you.
“Look at this pretty pussy, all soaked just for me.”
With a teeth baring grin, his long fingers glided easily between your slick folds, toying with the sensitive mound of flesh.
“Came so good for me, didn’t you? Gonna let me taste it?”
You nodded eagerly at him unable to speak with heavy breaths, trying to ease yourself from your newfound high.
“Be a good girl and spread your pussy for me then" he ordered politely quickly bringing your hands under your thighs to pull your pussy apart to hold it open yourself in the raunchiest way.
“Atta girl” he grinned maliciously.
His tongue shoved into your soaked hole, delving deeper and deeper into your open cunt. David was addicted to your pussy, to your taste. He loved how wet you could get, how much of a mess you could make just for him to see.
You watched as he fucked you with his tongue, lapping at your pulsing walls as he impatiently licked for every single drop.
"Baby, fuck me. Please. I need your cock in me so fucking bad right now" you begged, reminded by his tongue of his dick.
He didn't hesitate for a single moment before unbuckling his black pants to let his throbbing dick bounce freely from its confines. He spat into his hand and wrapped it around his cock to give it a few tugs, eyes hungrily staring your gaping pussy.
"Jesus fucking Christ" he groaned as the saliva and his pre-cum mixed and coated his heavy cock.
Aligning his heavy tip´to your welcoming pussy, he slid it up and down your swollen slippery lips to gather your slick. You hissed as he tapped it over your sensitive clit, making your hips as they chased his cock eager to fill up your pussy with his sizeable dick.
He would've teased you far more if he hadn't remembered where you were, so instead, his tip slipped past your folds and into your warm wet cunt.
He pushed in and pulled out slowly at first to wet his dick enough until he could glide in and out of you with ease. You both watched completely hypnotized by your pussy lips wrapped around his heavy member with a shiny glazed hug.
"Keep this pussy open for me, baby girl. Take it all in. I know you can take it."
You felt so wonderfully full and stretched with his thick, long cock slowly moving inside you. Every ridge and vein of it massaged your walls in the perfect way, eliciting even more wetness from your body.
"Ah, fuck" he growled lowly unable to tease.
He needed to cum so badly. His dick was already throbbing and aching for release. Not to mention that eventually someone would knock on the door or come looking for you.
His belt buckle jingled as his hips began to piston against yours. His large hands moved to your chest, pulling your bra and dress to watch your breasts bounce freely with his every thrust.
"Ain't gonna last long like this, baby" he panted softly as he mumbles against the smooth calf of your leg.
He pounded balls deep into you quickly, watching your slick lips squelch around his cock as the sounds of wet slapping skin echoed softly in the bathroom.
It was just too much for him. Your perfectly drenched pussy hugging his cock beautifully, his balls smacking around your ass cheeks, your breasts jiggling to his rhythm.
It all overwhelmed him, bringing him to finally cum heavily into your womb.
Your walls squeezed around his cock, milking him of every single drop until he had to force him to pull out from the oversensitivity of it.
A couple of strands of his pearly white cum squirted over your lips as he gave his final couple strokes to his sensitive tip, aimed at your gaping pussy hole to fill it to the brim.
He smirked proudly as he admired his white load inside your cunt, overflowing like a waterfall from your used pussy and down to your pulsing asshole.
"You're gonna keep this pussy just like this, alright?" he smiled darkly as he gently moved your lacy black panties to cover your cunt and soak in all your - and his - juices.
"No cleaning up. I want to feel it when you walk around out there."
#david loki x reader#david loki x y/n#david loki x you#jake gyllenhaal#detective loki#detective david loki#detective loki x reader#detective loki smut#david loki prisoners
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Hi do you take requests for Detective David Loki? He was in the movie prisoners, if you do take requests would you write about him coming home after a long day to just want to lay down in bed with his partner. You can add anything else you would like.
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Light of My Life | Detective David Loki x GenderNeutral!Reader
Hey there!
Okay, so, technically I don't write for him - or at least I didn't, lol (I am now). I didn't have him listed, but Jake Gyllenhaal was the reason I first watched the movie a few years ago, so I might as well!
Anyway, thanks for the request, and I hope you like what I've done with it! <3
summary; See above.
notes; Gender Neutral!Reader; Implied/Referenced Murder; Implied Depression; Emotional Hurt/Comfort; Cuddling; Fluff; Short Fic.
Getting out of his car, opening the door, walking inside and letting his keys fall in place on the little table in the hallway felt like chore after chore. It was as though it all took a lot more effort than it really needed. He was drained. Exhausted. It had settled deep into his bones by then.
David has had a tough case on his hands lately. He had solved it today, but not without any dead bodies. Not without any blood on his hands. He felt a piece of his soul die with it. How much of it was still left anyway?
The only light in his life was you.
Coming home to you was what kept him going. Helping people was what motivated him to keep working, to go outside every day. But you were the sole reason why he hadn’t given up altogether and why days like this hadn’t pulled him down and under with them entirely yet. He could only save so many after all.
“David?” you asked, rounding the corner to the hallway, which he still stood in, frozen to the spot.
Blinking rapidly, David nodded, swallowing thickly.
“Yeah, hi! Sorry, I was just- I was lost in my own head for a minute there,” he excused himself to you, rubbing his forehead tiredly. God, he just wanted to curl up and sleep forever.
“Hey, are you okay? Did something happen at work?” you prodded gently, coming up to him and stopping only mere inches away from him.
Shaking his head, David sighed heavily, “I’m fine.”
In a way he hated himself for not being honest with you. No, he wasn’t fine. Yes, something did happen. He was tired and distressed, and he needed to be held and to be told that things were going to be okay; even if it may not feel that way right now.
When he felt your hands on his jacket, he flinched for a split second. He hadn’t noticed you moving at all, let alone touching him.
“Sorry,” you murmured, “I just wanted to take it off for you. Okay?”
David nodded.
Then you unzipped his jacket and gently took it off before hanging it up on the coat hanger. While you did that, he took his boots off. He felt a lot lighter already, like he left some of the horrors he’d seen and felt that day behind himself.
“Come on,” you said, taking his right hand into yours and pulling him after you to the bedroom.
Were you a mindreader? Or did you just know him so well that you knew that this was exactly what he needed and wanted right now?
In the bedroom, you both undressed down to your shirts and underwear. And then you laid down on the bed together.
At first, David just lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, while you shifted on your side to look at him. He could feel your eyes on him.
“It’s okay if you don’t wanna talk about it,” you told him softly, putting a gentle hand on his chest. The light pressure and warmth put him slightly more at ease already.
“I wish I could just tell you about it, Y/N. But I can’t,” David responded, turning his head to finally look at you, as he laid his own hand on top of yours, intertwining your fingers.
You gave him a small, sincere smile.
“It’s okay. I know you’re not allowed to anyway and I understand that it’s hard for you. I was thinking that you should maybe see a counsellor then? Just a suggestion, though. I’m worried about you, y’know?”
If it had been anyone else that had suggested this, he would have immediately blocked them off and refused. But this was you. And so he gave it a moment to sink in.
Perhaps you were right. Maybe he should see someone about it. Captain O’Malley had often mentioned that he should and that there was someone specifically for police officers.
“Okay,” he whispered, “I might do that. I’ll talk to the captain so he can give me some contacts.”
Shifting closer to him, you tangled your legs with his and stroked his hair with your free hand.
“Thank you,” you told him quietly, pressing a short kiss to his forehead.
David closed his eyes and simply revelled in the warmth, safety and comfort you were currently showering him in. This was why he loved coming home to you so much. Every time you knew what to do and say to make him feel better, no matter what he may have seen out there, whatever he may have witnessed or done. None of it mattered here with you.
And soon, he finally drifted off into a peaceful slumber, leaving everything bad behind himself.
#cue my anxiety for whenever i post a story of a new character because i'm worried they're OOC lol byyyeee#gender neutral reader#gender neutral reader insert#gender neutral s/o#gender neutral y/n#detective david loki#david loki#detective loki#detective loki x reader#jake gyllenhaal#prisoners 2013#fanfiction#fanfic
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An old Loki drawing from December 2021
At the time I liked this drawing I thought it was amazing!! Loki in this Art was inspired by the style of Nikki Sixx and Damiano David and I tried to capture some of the traits of Mick Jagger and Conner Kent in the 90's comics but it seems that only I noticed!! someone offended my drawing saying that he looks like John Lennon even though Loki was once considered a villain and committed crimes he doesn't deserve to be compared to John Lennon No human being deserves to be compared to John Lennon and Jair Bolsonaro!!🤢( At least they didn't call him Justin Bieber because that would be so much worse!!) jokes aside I just don't like these guys and I wanted to write something that sounded funny and now it looks like it was offensive!! you who are a fan of these guys forgive me! after I read Agent of Asgard and other comics (also the movies!) I have a slight impression that Loki is a punk, emo, goth, metal guy who darks Heavy Metal, Death Metal and Classic Rock and who is also super fan of Lady Gaga and Ariana Grande and dances in the mirror to Black Pink songs when no one is looking!! I need to immediately draw Loki with a plaid skirt dressed just like Arvil Lavgine but a little androgynous and masculine!! Loki is a rocker for sure the guy was emo in his teens!! I'm sure he dresses like a goth! he looks so much like Damiano David (both are so hot! Ew hot? I mean cool!) I liked DC better until I watched the Loki series last year because of a certain alligator and now I like Loki! These things happen directly to me!! does anyone read the crap I write about my art? no no kzkzkskz!! I really liked this drawing at the time and I was learning a painting technique that I don't use anymore because I think it's too simple!! my painting has evolved a lot!! I always make Loki's horn crown different from the original!! Is Loki a rebellious punk without a cause who scowls like an angry goth? who dances Britney Spears wearing a skirt when no one is looking!! I think that about Conner Kent too!! two gay punks mean hot not gay!do you notice the pansexual pride flag on Loki's Bracelet?? an acquaintance told me that I invalidate Loki because I'm heterosexual and I make him "date" my oc who is heterosexual!! that's why she's never read any of the crap i write and draw because he's totally queer in my art! he only goes with a straight girl that doesn't invalidate him at all!! yes my OC is Heterosexual because I am heterosexual and my OC is inspired by me so she is heterosexual!! Loki is more Queer in fanfics and fan art than in Marvel itself!! Conner is also queer in my "universe"marvel confirm my theory that Loki is a rebellious goth emo guy who records tik tok to Lady Gaga or wearing skirt or gothic clothes please!! he is a fan of death metal and Britney Spears for sure!! maybe this is the only "old" drawing I'll post here I just want to post current art!!HE IS GOTHIC AND HAS SEX WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND TO THE SOUND OF MÅNESKIN (AND ALSO ONE DIRECTION!)
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Hiya mate again, this is the other user the requested for Tony, Stephen and Loki's fics. Well I do have other requests but let me ask this since I know you make Shelby fics you might make this aswell.
1# Dark!Cillian Murphy x Reader
Let me just say how it should start. Let's say that the Reader is an Actress that was casted for Oppenheimer (Or you can choose the movie/film). Cillian showed signs that he hates the reader but secretly loves her and because of the hate signs, the reader thinks he actually hates her and uhh just continues this fake rivarly then one day Cillian just asks the reader to come to the backstage in after hours (after work) and then maybe confront her about how much he loves her and after the reader refuses and declines his offer multiple times he ends up drugging and kidnapping the reader.
Sorry I explained the plot too much.
Thanks mate.
Okay...I may have gotten carried away and wrote a small blurb. Let me know if you guys want to see more of this.
There were no warning signs, nothing that could show your co-star’s obsessive feelings. His aloofness and borderline rudeness should have bothered you, and it did for a while, but you eventually got over it. You were a total boss, keeping your cool and staying polite with your head held high, knowing there wasn't any other way to handle it. We all know that Hollywood unfairly favors men. They can act badly with no repercussions, while women get scrutinized for the tiniest slip-ups. You did not let your negative feelings show and stay friendly with your co-stars and crew, even when they left you out of things. You knew that any drama could mess up your career at the peak of your fame. Luckily, your cast-mates made an effort to include you without upsetting Cillian. You actively avoided Cillian in get-togethers and parties because you didn't want to worsen your strained professional relationship. Since he was the lead actor and Nolan's top pick, and you were playing a supporting role, you could be easily replaced. Even though you didn't care, getting fired from a movie isn't a good look for any actor, let alone you…
Finally, after months of rehearsals, shooting, and re-shooting, the movie was done. The heavy weight on your chest lifted as you realized you were finally going home after what felt like an eternity. Nolan threw a party to thank everyone for their hard work, but let's just say you were eager to leave without being rude.
You were chatting with John David Washington and D’Arcy Carden about future projects.
Any plans now that the movie's wrapped up?”, John asked you as he took a sip of whiskey.
“I get to go home for a bit and then it's press tour time for MI,” you said excitedly.
“Oh God, press tours can be so monotonous, day in and day out, answering the same questions just in different ways.” D’Arcy sympathised.
“What could be so draining D’Arcy?” Nolan asked as he joined you along with a few other of your cast mates, including the one and only diva Cillian. You stiffened but were relieved by the buffer of people around you.
“We were just discussing what’s next for Y/N, she has a press tour coming up in a few weeks,” D’Arcy explained to the newcomers. Nolan chuckled.
“Yeah, press tours can be exhausting, but I'm still excited. I'm pumped to see Tarzan, Noah, and Zendaya! We've been so caught up with our projects that we haven't talked.” You blurt out cheerfully.
When your cast mates saw you all giddy, their smiles widened except for Cillian’s. He tightened his grip around his beer bottle, furious that you were so excited about meeting up with your friends. He wanted to be at the receiving end of that joy, that excitement, that anticipation.
“I expect the same level of excitement for the press tour for our movie.” John laughed.
“Not the same level, John, at least double the amount of excitement.” Nolan teased you.
“Well, we all have to wait and watch,” D’Arcy added.
“I promise to turn my excite-o-meter and charm to the fullest.” You jokingly promised as you side-hugged John, not noticing a set of clear blue eyes filled with rage.
Wheels were turning in Cillian’s brain. He would not let you slip out so easily, not without a fight. You were his, you just know it yet. And he was going to have to make you see that.
#Cillian Murphy x Reader#Cillian Murphy x Black Reader#Cillian Murphy x Desi Reader#Cillian Murphy x POC Reader#Cillian Murphy x Fem Reader#Dark Cillian Murphy x Reader#Dark Cillian Murphy x Black Reader#Dark Cillian Murphy x Desi Reader#Dark Cillian Murphy x POC Reader#Dark Cillian Murphy x Fem Reader#Dark!Cillian Murphy x Black Reader#Dark!Cillian Murphy x Desi Reader#Dark!Cillian Murphy x POC Reader#Dark!Cillian Murphy x Fem Reader#Dark Cillian Murphy#Dark!Cillian Murphy
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6 with Loki!! NSFW please (maybe smut? hhaha) he’s saying!!! thankss
DETECTIVE LOKI - JEALOUSY NSFW PROMPT
╰┈➤“It looked like he was trying to flirt with you”
Pairing: David Loki x reader
Word count: 2232
WARNINGS: p in v sex, creampie, slight grinding, possessive sex, biting, marking, swearing, average dirty talk, spanking, palming, semi-public, loki is a little bit of a grump at the start, not super ooc i hope, both of you are a little toxic lol, fingers in mouth. Let's assume birth control is in place here. Lol. Think that's it, there might be more.
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This is actually my first ever published nsfw fic, so please go easy on me <3 Enjoy my loves!
You and Loki had been coworkers for what felt like an eternity by now, he was a diligent person who took his occupation acutely seriously. Which is grounds for why he managed to not only get promoted up to being a sergeant of the sector you worked in, but also have exclusive access to his own private office and dictatorship over other workers' roles. Unmistakably, he is incredible as a detective and supervisor. That being said, he isn't perfect. He’s reckless, arrogant, stubborn, cocky, antisocial, a workaholic and breaking what would be considered a societal rule of workplaces. Don't mess around with your coworker!
You two had been in a secret situationship for around almost a year now, casual but also intense. No-one in your work suspected a thing either, Loki was just as good at hiding things as he was at figuring them out. The thing about casual yet intense secret situationships is that how concrete the “relationship” actually is, could be considered shaky. He’s never really explicitly made it clear to even you what you both are, despite spending almost every waking hour outside of work together whether that be romantic dates, cuddling, sex etc. Did this frustrate you? Yes. You wanted him to be emotionally available and ready for you, to not have to wonder to yourself whether he even considers you an actual partner or not. You'd bring up the question and he would act so stupidly nonchalant about it or say he just wants to “let it go with the flow.”
Does he even give a shit? You sighed to yourself staring at the timed out screen of your computer, leaning back and stretching your back and arms out.
Before you could go back to your daydreams, or work for that matter. You heard one of your coworkers call out your name from across the room.
“Hey! y/n! y/n! C'mere for a sec.” Your coworker Miles announced
Your cheeks widened, Miles was a relatively new guy around your age. He was kind of childish, bright, bubbly and overall just a nice guy. You were assigned to train him and since then he's more or less stuck by your side and been a great coworker for you to do cases and research with.
Making your way over to his desk you spotted a certain someone from the corner of your eye. Loki, walking towards another coworker's desk yet clearly distracted by whatever you were up to. He thinks he's good at having a poker face, and he is. Just not with you, that furrowed eyebrow and light frown said it all. It's mainly your fault he's on high alert right now though, a few nights ago you felt tired of feeling like you were just an undecided casual fling for him. And so you may have.. Accidentally made a point that if he doesn't make a decision on what you guys are, you'll find someone else to be the one for you.
It pissed him off, clearly. But you assumed that you were both over that silly little argument by now since things had been relatively normal, but guesses are that wasn't the case. You and Miles chatted for around ten minutes or so, maybe even less. You giggled a few times here and there and even absent mindedly placed your hand on his shoulder, in the back of your head you realised how this may look to Loki and internally shuddered.
He began to stutter, “oh..oh um.. By the way y/n”
“Yes Miles?”
“I was thinking..um.. Well if you want to at some point we would like.. Maybe hang outside of work? Go to a bar or something?” he continued on “i mean- it's fine if not but y’know.. You're so sweet and kind to me… and well, beautiful.”
You saw from the corner of your eye Loki making his way over, oh boy.
“We are doing work here right, the two of you?” he asked sternly. You rolled his eyes at him “Yes Loki, we are. It's just unlike you, some people have lives outside of work” Miles looked awkwardly between you and Loki, the tension in the air was insanely thick. “Yeah uh.. Sorry about that Loki. I guess I got kind of distracted since y/n is fun to talk to” he smiled before semi-flirtatiously winking at you. Loki didn't twitch a single muscle in his face, you gave Miles an awkward smile to alleviate the atmosphere. Before Loki scoffed and pointed towards your desk “y/n. Off back to your desk please. I have some paperwork I need you to fill.” and then proceeded to turn to miles ``Miles, i know you're new here but flirting and dating is strictly prohibited in the workplace. If I catch that again you will be in trouble.” You huffed and walked away, how hypocritical of him..
It was past 11 pm now, the station was practically empty besides maybe a few less than a dozen people working. Loki had so happened to ask you to stay back to “talk about documents,” but you were well aware of what the conversation was really about. You walked into his office, immediately crossing your arms together.
“Come closer.'' He directed, pointing you to stand next to him as he sat down in his chair finishing up some paperwork. “So, wanna explain what was happening earlier? I saw that. And heard it” he continued on “It looked like he was trying to flirt with you, or maybe you were trying to flirt with him too.”
You extended your hand to his back, slowly moving up to his shoulder and beginning to massage him gently to cool him off. “Well no i wasn't flirting with him, but i didn't realise we were exclusive like that David.” he scoffed, and you huffed in return. “last time i checked our thing was barely even a thing right? Hardly even a label on it,” you began to apply more pressure to his shoulders. “Thats fucking hilarious” he asserted with an unfriendly grin, “So you want us to be an official thing and yet you accept others flirting with you right infront of me, really?” he pushed your hands off him and in response you glared at him. He continued on, “After our little argument the other day you have to have some sort of understanding on why I might be fuckin’ concerned.”
“What? I hardly accepted it..and even so you expect me to just sit around here waiting for you to be ready to label our relationship??? How about you look at the reality here David. You refuse to make the claim on me. Maybe someone like Miles would actually be able to commit and I appreciate the idea of it.”
David looked at you with shame on his face, something strangely comforting considering the argument you were in right now and his usual stubborn self. “Look Y/N, I know.. That i'm not exactly good at this whole thing. I’m so used to being alone that the thought of giving myself fully to someone.. well.. scares me.” he placed face into his palm “I don't want to be uncommitted to you, i want you to be mine. And maybe this has made me realise that.” He wrapped his arm around your waist and guided you to sit on his lap, wheeling his chair back a little for space. “The thought of some little twerp like Miles flirting with you drives me crazy. I know it's selfish but I want you to myself without the fear of uh.. Well, abandonment.”
You stretched your arms around his shoulders and pressed your forehead against his “I'm not leaving you David.. You're all I want.” “So make me yours please, commit me to me..” you whispered to him softly. His breath hitched and he sighed, pressing his lips against yours before tugging at your bottom lip ever so slightly with his teeth. The pinch of it made you squeak, you reached up to his hair and tugged on it tenderly. He pushed you up against him so he could have proper access to your neck, Slowly biting and sucking it between different places to give you light bruises. You moaned, beginning to rock your hips against him to gain some pressure against your clothed pussy. The sound of him growling against your neck as he sucked on the skin vibrated right down to your core, “Fuck this feels good, David” you gasped. “God y/n i want to ravage you right now” he whispered against you before leaning into another deep kiss, you could feel his dick throbbing through his pants as you both swirled and pressed tongues together.
You began to palm him through his pants during your kiss, stroking and feeling up the growing length. “David.. What if we get caught?” you said in between breaths. He choked out a stammered laughed in response “Fuck i don't even know if i care y/n, i need you so badly i wouldn't mind if people found out.” You giggled slightly, staring deeply into his eyes. “That's just your dick talking, but it's pretty empty in the station.. I'm sure it'll be fine.” You used that to cue him to start pulling down your pencil skirt and panties, whilst you unbuttoned his shirt and undressed his lower region halfway down to his thighs. His dick was hard and leaking with precum, his face flushed red. “You look so needy right now dave.” he sighed in response and you snickered as you began to grind your exposed wet pussy against his cock. He began rubbing his sticky hot tip up against your clit for extra stimulation and you whined, settling your head against his shoulder weakly. He furrowed his brow and showed his toothy grin “Look at you. a complete mess in my office on my lap, what happened to me being needy?” Before you could get another rebuttal in, he moved his hands down your body to your hips and began to align your hole to his cock. As he steadily pushed into you he groaned into your neck. “Fuuuck y/n” he murmured as he began to thrust up and down, you moaned in response pulling against his hair. He swiftly spanked your ass with one hand and placed the other around the nape of your neck massaging it, enjoying the whimpers and mewls he’d pull from your lips.
Unexpectedly the two of you heard footsteps from outside his office, both of you froze in place unsure of what to do
“Detective Loki? Are you there? May I come in please?” a voice of one of your coworkers called from outside the door
You expected him to stop and pull you off, but he smirked coyly and inserted three fingers into your mouth and began to slowly thrust into you again. You arched your back in response, trying to contain your moans and noises of slurping from the drool beginning to fill your mouth and dribble down your chin.
“Uh.. yeah i'm in here, look i need some uh.. um.. space for the moment” he awkwardly yelled back out, even you could see in his eyes that his adrenaline was at a maximum right now. What on earth was he thinking?
“Oh.. i have some pretty important paperwork man i-” David interrupted him before he could finish, “Please just leave it at your desk and i'll..” he stared at the way you were grinding up and down onto his dick, before snapping back to reality, “...come pick it up when I'm ready.” David was struggling to contain himself. He gazed into your eyes as you swirled your tongue around his fingers pushing in and out of your mouth, simultaneously thrusting his cock slowly and deeply inside of you. The warmth and stickiness of your bodies pressed against each other made him melt back into his leather chair.
As soon as he heard the door from outside his office shut he briskly lifted you up and flipped you over onto your stomach against his desk, he leaned down pressing his chest against your back, the pressure of his weight crushing you was so intense yet felt so good. “God you're sexy y’know that?” he half whined half growled into your ear, his thrusts becoming more and more powerful. You cried out in pleasure, unable to move or escape from the position. He pulled your hair to gain access to your ear, gently nibbling on your lobe as he continued his deep and sharp thrusts. “You’re all fucking mine y/n” he groaned, “Oh god i feel like i'm gonna cum David. Please cum in me” You yelped out squirming beneath him, gripping onto the edge of his now mess of a desk. He didn't need to be told twice to do so, he buried his face into your neck before pressing a final thrust into you, loading thick streams of cum inside. You practically shrieked, it felt incredible.
Afterwards you both just sat there together on his chair, unsure of what to do with the mess you made. But content and loving in each other's arms with him stroking his fingers through your hair.
“Bet he couldn't make you feel that good ay?” he chuckled.
partially proof read, will come back to check on it when i wake up <3
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Star Crossed: Chapter One
Pairing: Detective David Loki x Reader
Warnings: Swearing, Cheating, Intimacy Issues, Slow Burn, Reader is in an Established Relationship (for now), Sexual Themes, Eventual Smut. Investigative Inaccuracies. I think that’s it?
Summary: Your fiancé goes missing, and the handsome Detective Loki is put on the case. Was this meant to be, and will you ever find your fiancé?
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David Loki was not one for personal relationships. No, he had a hard time letting people in, and an even harder time with people even getting past his stony facade.
David didn’t mind, he actually preferred it. No one to worry about. No one to worry about him. No reason to rush home in the evening, giving him complete freedom to dedicate every waking moment to his work.
That was until the day he met you. Neither of you realised that was the day that changed everything for you both, when your eyes locked on your front lawn, as you stood, distraught, giving as much information as you could to the two officers who had arrived on scene first.
“He, uhm… he always leaves the house at 7:30 in the morning, and depending on traffic is usually home by 5:30pm.” You nodded, trying to recall your fiancés regular work schedule.
“Okay,” the tall cop taking down the information on his notepad nodded, “and you say you don’t have any issues, just a regular happy household?” He queried.
You nodded, “Yeah we’re happy. We have our routine and sometimes we have to go through the motions like any other couple, but we don’t typically fight, if that’s what you mean.” You confirm.
You loved your fiancé, but you had been together nearly 10 years, and the romance had begun to fizzle out. You were best friends and you still had other aspects of life that you enjoyed together, it just wasn’t in the bedroom anymore.
“Thank you ma’am. I think we have what we need for now. We’ll be back in touch.” The cop confirmed. He turned around and spotted Loki doing his rounds, looking out for any suspicious details.
“Ah, detective! I’ve finished speaking to Miss (Y/L/N), got the basics, registration plate, pictures of the missing person, yada yada. I don’t know if you want to speak to her about anything else.” He said, walking with his partner back to his car.
Loki nodded, and he walked up to where you stood with your arms crossed, biting at your fingers anxiously.
You had said goodbye to your fiancé, Carter, that morning in much your usual fashion, giving him a peck on the cheek as he walked out the door. He smiled at you as he turned around while walking down the drive, “Will text you when I get to the office, love you!” He called.
Carter was a good man, he had never done wrong by you, and you had never done wrong by him, and that is why your relationship was still happy despite the intimacy issues. You still had a lot of fun, and went on dates and had adventures from time to time, but every now and then you were reminded of what was missing, as you both craved something that simply was not there anymore.
Carter had not texted you that day, and you’d dropped him the odd message during the day to check if he was ok. You chalked it up to him forgetting and getting busier than usual at work.
But by 6pm, you began to really worry, as he wasn’t home yet. It was not like Carter, ever punctual, to be home late, he loved his routine. He knew dinner was always waiting for him, as you finished work at 4pm each day, so would never make you wait.
You called his phone and it went straight to voicemail. You tried him all night before eventually calling the cops. They told you to wait 24 hours.
Reluctantly you waited and waited all night, and by morning when he still hadn’t walked in the door, you decided to call his place of work. They confirmed that Carter did not show up the morning before.
You called the police to report this and that is when they sent out a few officers and Detective Loki.
“Miss (Y/L/N).” Loki nodded at you, extending his hand to give yours a shake, “I’m Detective Loki, I’ll be handling your case.”
You took his hand and offered him a week smile. “Thank you Detective. Is there anything else I can do? I feel so helpless.” Your hand shook in his, your mind giving you the worst scenarios all night, and you were exhausted.
“I just need to take a look around the house, would that be okay?” He said cautiously, noting how fragile you looked.
You nodded and gestured for him to follow you into the house. You showed him around each room and left him to do what he needed to do, while you sat in the living room, trying Carters number again.
After four more failed attempts you threw your phone across the room with a huff and drew your knees up to your chest in an attempt to control your breathing.
Loki came out of your bedroom upon hearing the noise. He bit the inside of his cheek when he saw how upset you looked. Loki hardly cared for adults, they often caused their own issues and their behaviours didn’t help them, but something was tugging on his heart strings for you.
“Miss (Y/L/N), is there anyone who can come out to be with you during this time? It might help to have some friends or family around-“
You shook your head, cutting him off mid sentence, “No, I’m not from around here and my family live abroad now anyway, I haven’t had a chance to make any friends here just yet. But I’m fine, I just want to focus on finding Carter.” You said sternly.
Loki nodded, his hands on his hips.
“Is there anything else I can help with Detective?” You asked, an awkward tension filling the room.
“Yeah actually, does your fiancé have a computer, or laptop, anything of that sort?” He queried.
“Yeah he has a laptop somewhere, I can try and find it.” You said, pushing yourself off of the couch.
You walked past Loki, taking in his oaky cologne, and started sifting through the drawers and cupboards in the bedroom. You eventually found the laptop stashed up at the top of the cupboard, and handed it to Loki.
“I don’t think he uses it much, but if it’ll help you find him, have at it. I don’t know his password though.” You shrugged.
Loki offered you a gentle smile, and tucked the laptop under his arm. He was about to turn to leave when you stopped him, with pleading eyes.
“Detective… what do I do now?” You asked, looking helpless. Loki felt incredibly uncomfortable in that moment, he was never good at this comforting business.
He shifted uncomfortably on his feet, before eventually making eye contact.
“Just take care of yourself, keep trying his phone, and try not to worry too much. We will find him.” He offered what he thought to be a reassuring smile, but to you it just looked like he was in pain.
You nodded, “Thank you.”
Loki left and drove to the station to get his team on cracking the laptop password. He didn’t know what he’d find but was hoping for any indication of where he could have gone. He would also check any accidents in the area between the house and Carters place of work for the cars registration plate, and would call local hospitals to see if anyone matching his description had been brought in.
Loki worked late into that evening, making calls and searching the internet for anything relevant, and by the time everyone had gone home, he was no closer to finding anything.
He decided to call it a day and would visit Carters place of work tomorrow, to see if any of his colleagues could shed some light.
As Loki drove home, a sudden thought popped into his mind, and he redirected his journey to your home.
Loki got out of the car and made his way up your cute little front yard, littered with pretty wildflowers, and a winding stone path leading to the front door.
He knocked gently, and waited for you to answer.
Eventually you answered the door, eyes red and puffy, clearly from crying all day.
“Detective?” You were surprised to see him at your door, and had felt a little deflated, part of you thinking it may have been Carter coming home. You suddenly had an even worse feeling, wondering if he had come to deliver bad news.
“Miss (Y/L/N), sorry to bother you so late. I just had a few more questions I was hoping to ask. I can come back tomorrow if now isn’t a great time?” He offered, suddenly realising his intrusion as you stood before him in a short, satin pyjama set. Loki diverted his eyes to the ceiling awkwardly.
“No no, come in, please. It’s a welcome distraction to be honest.” You mumbled, grabbing your cardigan and pulling it around you tightly. You ushered him into the kitchen.
“Can I get you a tea or coffee, Detective?” You offered, flicking on the kettle.
“No, thanks.” He smiled kindly, standing in the doorway of the kitchen. He scanned the pretty white and blue room, trying to form a mental picture of what you and Carter were like in your day to day.
“I was just hoping to delve a little deeper into what life is like for you and Mr Benson, on an average day to day. I know it seems redundant but we need to cover all bases, that’s all.” He blinked hard a few times, suddenly feeling like an imposing presence.
You turned to face him, leaning against the counter top. “Okay, let’s see…” you took a deep breath as you thought. “Carter leaves for work before I do every day, he gets up, makes us both coffee, leaves for work. I leave about an hour later. I get home about 4pm each day, and I’ll start dinner so that it’s usually ready by the time he gets home.
He’ll get home, we eat, he loads the dishwasher and we then watch tv for an hour or so. We take turns showering and then we sleep. We’re not all that exciting unfortunately.” You sighed, crossing your arms.
Loki nodded, scribbling down notes on his little notepad.
“And you told my colleague that Mr Benson typically gets home from work at around 5:30pm most days?” He queried.
You nodded, “Almost always, if traffic isn’t awful.”
“And what about weekends, do you do anything special then?”
You shook your head, “Not particularly, I paint in my spare time, I also enjoy gardening. Carter has some friends he often plays golf with. It’s not my scene so we don’t always spend the weekends together, but sometimes we’ll go out for the day, have lunch, see a movie, that sort of thing.” You said with a soft but sad smile.
Loki nodded, making a mental note as he noticed that this particular topic seemed to be a slightly sore topic.
Suddenly Loki’s phone buzzed, as a text from his tech team leader came through.
Rodger:
“Hey, got the laptop password. You might want to come and see this.”
Loki shoved his phone in his pocket and his eyes flicked up to you. “Thank you Miss (Y/L/N), that’s all I wanted to check. I’ll leave you with in peace.” He smiled at you genuinely, and went to head out the door.
“Detective!” You called, stopping him in his tracks. He turned around to face you.
“Could you not call me that? Makes me feel kind of old.” You chuckled, eyes lighting up for the first time since he’d seen you. “Could you call me (Y/N) if it’s not too much trouble?”
Loki smiled, looking down at his feet. He nodded, “Sure, but only if you call me David.”
You smiled at him, sort of pleasantly surprised at how the corner of his eyes crinkled when he smiled.
“Goodnight David.”
“Goodnight (Y/N).”
And with that David left, and made his way to Rodger’s house to see what he had found.
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Promise You'll Remember That You're Mine.
Warning- Cheating, forbidden romance, mentions of blood, FUTURE smut!
Pairing: David Loki x f/reader
Summary: You were working your average night shift at the hospital when a dishevelled handsome man came in with a small girl in his arms yelling for help. Turns out he was far more than a patient.
The night was hectic as usual in the emergency room, if it wasn’t drunken assholes who had their faces smashed in by another drunken asshole, it was some ten year old kid who had broken their leg playing ice hockey.
Your shift was almost over for the night when you heard a man crying out for assistance in the lobby of the hospital. You didn’t have anything to attend to at that moment so you rushed over to help. By the time you had gotten there you saw a group of your colleagues rushing to help a young blonde girl who had now been placed on a bed and was in the process of being wheeled down the corridor. After managing to pull your eyes away from the poor girl you noticed your boss who was helping the man sit down in one of the lobby chairs.
He started to check his eyes with a flashlight and you stepped closer to see if he wanted anything done to help at all.
“Sir? Is there anything you need me to do?”
The man in the chair looked up at you after hearing your voice. His head, face and eyes were covered in blood but he somehow looked eerily familiar. The way his eyes lingered on yours for a second, it seemed like he might have felt the same about you. However the gaping wound on his temple seemed to be a more pressing matter at that moment.
Your boss snapped his head around to you promptly.
“Yes actually, if you could see to this gentleman that would be great. I need to get home to my wife and kids.”
Your boss was a bit of a self obsessed ass who didn’t really care about anyone else so it wasn’t unusual for him to take off at the mere second his shift was over.
You grabbed a bunch of doctors to help the wounded familiar looking man and went on with your shift. For some odd reason you kept thinking about him, how on earth did you know him? Does he know you? His face, especially his eyes, burned into your head for no apparent reason. You were just trying to bandage up a very tipsy patient's thumb and you found yourself comparing their injuries. Or the other patient who had brought his young daughter and all you could see was him and the blonde girl. It was getting exhausting.
A couple hours later you got called down to a room to administer care and to place in some stitches instead of consoling a drunken severed thumb woman or an agitated hostile drunken man in the ER.
“Hello sir, I am (y,n) I’ll be the one who will look at your stitches-“
You stopped in your tracks after you peered up from your paper and to the unfamiliar familiar looking man. It was him, the injured man from earlier.
He stared back at you for a moment until you looked back down at your clipboard nervously. He’d been staring since you walked in.
You managed to gather yourself together, reminding yourself that you were a professional. So what he looked familiar he’s probably been here a few times or something, but it also didn’t help that he was very attractive. Attractive not in the way charismatic people are, but quiet and intriguing.
You desperately wanted to know more. One of the fellow nurses had said he was some sort of cop and he saved that little girl, but she was the type of girl to believe that Tupac was still alive and the Queen was a lizard, so you took that piece of information with more than just a pinch of salt.
You walk over to the edge of the bed where he was sitting and dabbed some antiseptic onto a cotton ball.
“Sorry, this is gonna sting a little.” You spoke quietly, it was involuntary and also slightly embarrassing. Seriously you’d interacted with attractive men before, why on earth was this random man affecting you so much?
He said nothing but looked up at you through his brows with a small smile, which soon turned into a wince once the damp cotton ball touched the bloody mess.
As you started to clean and stitch up his wound, there was a compulsion to ask how it had happened, to know more about this man.
Curiosity got the better of you so you deceive to inquire in a friendly joking manner.
“So how’d this happen? You sleep with your best friend's girl or something?” You ask with a playful smile.
He let out a chuckle whilst shaking his head. His eyes looked you up and down briefly before replying.
“Nope. Definitely not as pleasurable as that.”
Ah he does speak.
“So how did it happen?”
A pause followed, shit.
“Not that you have to disclose anything to me or anything-“
“It’s in the file. I don’t really feel like talking about it right now.”
You didn’t know whether to apologise or if you should say nothing. You had just finished anyway so you decided it was better to keep quiet.
“Okay um all done. Is there anything you need?” You ask sweetly, feeling slightly guilty for being so intrusive.
“A coffee would be great, thanks.”
You smile and nod at his request and take his chart from the bedside table so you can mark down that his stitches had been done and all the information that went along with it.
You thought it’d be easier to sign it in the cafeteria while waiting for the coffee due to the slightly awkward atmosphere you’d created.
As you waited for the coffee to brew you opened the file and a wave of shock washed over you. You double checked the page to make sure you had read the name right.
David Loki was printed at the top of the page.
You knew you knew him. You couldn’t believe it, he’d changed so much. He was nearly unrecognisable. Shutting the file you paced up to the counter and grabbed the two coffees situated on the top and hurried up to the room.
On your journey a million thoughts flew through your head. Did he remember you? Is that why he was staring. And omg the joke you made. The way he reacted. Jesus, he must have recognised you too.
You entered the room, a slightly concerned and confused look across your face. The coffee holder in one hand and his file in the other. His blue eyes skimmed your expression and then fixed on the file placed in your slightly shaky hand.
Did he know that you knew? Did he know that you knew he knew? Why wouldn’t he say anything if he did?
As you placed one of the coffee cups on the nightstand he watched your every move.
“Thanks Princess.”
Princess. This mother fucker. What a tease.
Your eyes snapped before him, an amused look spread across your face.
He couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.
“I’m sorry but I had to call you that for old times sake.”
You laughed and scoffed, a face of shock still possessing you.
“You asshole, you knew who I was and didn’t say anything?”
He now had a shit eating grin plastered across his face, clearly finding this situation very amusing.
“Hey, you were the one who didn’t recognise me, or remember me at least.”
You pointed at him while smiling “nope I recognised you. Kinda. But why didn’t you say anything?”
“I thought it’d be more entertaining to watch you figure out who I was. You looked great by the way”
You shook your head, still totally taken back by the situation at hand. “Thanks, you don’t look too bad yourself. You look very different actually.”
“Ah I’m surprised you even remember what I looked like, back then you were always so infatuated with that jackass Adam.”
You grimaced at just that name alone and hid behind your hands giggling, trying to conceal your embarrassment. God that was a name you didn't miss hearing.
“Yeah well that ‘jackass’ was your best friend, and for the record I did see you. I thought you were pretty cute actually.” You looked down at your shoes. “But I'm sure you knew that.”
He didn’t reply with words but his gaze and grin said more than he could have in that moment.
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You weren’t lying. Back when you were teenagers you did think he was pretty cute but he was your boyfriend's best friend. It was weird. you didn't really speak a lot back then considering you were in a pretty close circle. He wouldn’t really speak to you all that much, truthfully you thought he hated you. Apart from one night, there was a house party with a bunch of drunken teenagers everywhere. You and David were awkwardly sitting on the couch together, both of you pretty tipsy. After it felt like hours of awkward silence and tension had passed you decided enough was enough. You turned your head to David who was sat at the other end of the couch. You moved closer as he turned towards you looking confused.
“Hey David, you wanna smoke?” You produced a half crushed poorly rolled blunt from your pocket. You figured if both of you were out of your minds the tension would be relieved. The blunt was kind of a peace offering in a way. For what, you didn't know though.
He stared silently for a minute, just looking at you. Finally he shrugged his shoulders and sweetly smiled at you.
“Sure why not.”
The corners of your mouth turned upwards, feeling completely giddy that for one he might not hate you as much as you thought he did, but also that you had someone to smoke with.
You felt around in the back pockets of your jeans trying to find a lighter, which eventually became apparent you did not have. You let out a sigh of defeat after desperately trying to find your lighter.
“Hey it’s fine. I’ve got one.” His voice was calm and he produced a lighter from his back pocket.
“Ugh my hero” you giggled, the alcohol in your system clearly taking over.
You placed the joint between your glossed lips and he lit the joint. The closeness of your faces with the small flame lighting up your features killed him. You were his best friend's girl. It was wrong for him to want you so bad, even if he knew his best friend was a complete ass who didn't deserve you. It was something he had kept to himself ever since you and Adam had started dating. There was just something about your energy, the way you were. Plus the fact he thought you were drop dead gorgeous didn't help. As a result he decided it was best to stay away from you as best as he could.
After time passed and you two had been sharing the blunt, giggling and drinking some more, you had gone to grab the blunt from his lips. However in your stoned and drunken state you tripped and practically fell onto his lap. He caught you before you completely fell into him. Now you were face to face and there was an odd feeling in your stomach. You knew he felt it too. Your eyes were locked tight. The desire to move your lips slightly closer so your lips would be pressed against his was eating you alive.
But then reality set back in. Snapping you out of whatever lust head rush just consumed you, you stood up and backed out of his grip. You stood awkwardly for a few seconds, feeling completely guilty.
“Um, I’m gonna go find Adam.”
Before he even had time to reply you had snuck out of the living room and was making your way up the stairs.
You called out for your boyfriend a few times while stumbling around but he didn’t reply. You tried the bathroom and a few bedrooms but he was nowhere to be found. That was until you tried the last bedroom.
Stumbling into the room you yelled out “Adam, are you in here?”
The first thing your eyes saw was the figures of two naked humans in the bed. The sounds of the headboard slamming against the wall was even louder than the blasting music from downstairs.
In shock you went to leave the room feeling like a perv, that was until the man looked back at the door. It wasn't just any man though.
Your heart sank. The bastard. How could he?
Your boyfriend wrapped the bedsheet around him and ran towards you, shouting your name.
“(Y,n) Please. It’s not what it looks like! Princess come back!”
You ran out the house with salty tears streaming down your face and that was the last time you ever saw Adam or David.
Until now of course.
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Just as you were about to continue the conversation your pager bleeped, an indication that you were needed elsewhere.
You sighed to yourself, feeling pretty devastated you couldn't stay and chat some more.
“Well, um that's my cue to leave I guess.” You smiled at him, he could tell you wanted to say something more but you just couldn't.
“It was nice seeing you David.”
He gave back a sweet smile whilst nodding his head in agreement. “You too (Y,n)"
You turned your back and went to exit the room, that was until you heard his footsteps approaching behind you. You felt his soft grip on your wrist. You turned around taking in a deep breath.
“(Y,n) Can I see you some time? Please?”
With the way his brows were furrowed and the desperate look in his eyes there was no way you could say no.
“I'd like that alot, David.”
(Part 2 should be up shortly!! I'm sure you will be pleased to know there will be smut, hehe)
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The Implicit Demand for Proof (14)
Series masterlist
Pairing: Detective David Loki x reader
Summary: you, a forensic psychologist, get called in on a high priority child abduction case in Conyers, PA. What happens when you catch feelings for the mysterious detective Loki?
Warnings: spoilers for the movie, movie level violence, slight change of events, language.
Authors Note- this chapter was originally supposed to be the end BUT was too damn long so I split it into two parts…so chapter 15 will be out next week! And that really will be the last chapter promise! But fret not dear friends!! If you love our fave detective and forensic psychologist!Reader, I’m going to be writing a continuation of this series! My new fic Choking on Circumstances will be out soon! Check my masterlist for more deets! (Saying deets like I’m in the mid 2000s) if you want more Loki content feel free to send me a request and check my masterlist!
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Joy Birch has been found alive.
The feeling of relief that washed over Loki and (y/n) was one like no other when they had learned the news, but the state of relief didn’t last long as there was no sign of Anna.
But the news came at, perhaps, the most inopportune time. Loki had finally worked up the nerve to tell (y/n) how he felt, but as if the universe was giving him the middle finger, their talk was interrupted by the good news. But at the least, it was good news
Loki rounded the hallway corner, heading straight for (y/n’s) desk.
He stopped, suddenly getting cold feet.
He quickly ducked into the bathroom. He checked himself once over in the mirror, putting back the one strand of unruly hair. He was sure the feelings were mutual, he didn’t doubt that. He saw the big signs like the flirting and the playful banter, yes, but he didn’t miss the little signs either. Like the way she smiled at him, or the occasional featherlight touch from her that sent pleasant chills down his spine every time, or the way she immediately perked up the first time they met. He didn’t doubt these things, the evidence as he called it, he was just a little rusty when it came to matters of the heart.
Loki waltzed up to her desk, she spun around eagerly upon hearing his footsteps.
“Are the footprints a match?” She asked.
Loki, trying to calm the butterflies in his stomach, replied with a simple “yes.”
He looked down at the ground, then back up at her, his blue eyes staring straight into hers.
“Can we talk?”
His question created a pit in (y/n’s) stomach.
“Sure.” She replied, trying to maintain her optimism. “Is everything alright?”
“Yeah.” Loki said, (y/n’s) doe-eyed expression, a mix of worry and curiosity, made David’s heart jump. She looked so cute with wide eyes and barely parted lips.
Lips that he wanted to taste so badly.
In the time it took him to walk over to the office from the lab, he had created a well composed speech in his head. But the question of whether or not it would come out so well orchestrated was up in the air. He was prepared to just get his feelings out and whatever way they made it out- word vomit or affection filled confession- he was sure (y/n) would understand.
Just as he began to speak, he was interrupted by the ringing of his cellphone.
“Fuck.”
He looked at the caller ID
Conyers Medical Center
“Fuck. I’m sorry. Hang on.” He excused himself.
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Swept up in the whirlwind that was finding Joy and getting down to the hospital, Loki hadn’t gotten the chance to continue their conversation. It was killing them both.
Thinking of how much he hated to leave (y/n) hanging, he was wishing she came with him to the hospital. She had stayed at the office to prepare a forensic interview for Joy- it was their best shot at finding Anna.
Directing all of these fucking people was getting on David’s nerves.. shooing off the press, preparing the family, doctors and nurses to be directed to follow forensic protocol. He so wished (y/n) was here to help. ‘She’s probably real good at this sort of thing’ he thought- which is why a small wave of relief washed over him as he heard her voice coming down the hallway.
“(Y/n)!” He motioned her over to where he was hiding amongst the hospital vending machines- taking a quick break from all the people.
“How is she?” You questioned, clutching the thick stack of papers close to your chest.
“She’s stable. No major physical injuries, they did a rape kit and didn’t find anything. Drugged pretty heavy so I don’t know if we’ll get anything out of her.
You let out a sigh of relief.
“Okay. I’m prepared to do a full interview. Ready when you are.” You said and gave Loki a quick nod.
You found it humorous Loki was hiding amongst the vending machines, cause that exactly the same type of shit you’d do. Maybe it was meant to be.
“I’ve got officer John and Chemlelinski posted at the entrance. No one in the room except the family.” Loki told you as he walked with you to the Birch’s hospital room.
“Good…Hey. Uh..what did you wanna talk about earlier?” You questioned, nervous to bring it up, but you were dying to know what Loki was going to say.
“Um…” Loki rubbed the back of his neck. “I uh-“
“Detective Loki, the Dover family is here.” Officer Carter informed as he nearly collided with you and Loki coming around the corner.
He pinched his brow. “Fuck.”
“I said nobody’s allowed in that room but her family.” David spat at the officer as the two of you hurried down the hall. Rounding the corner, you were met with Keller Dover who turned on his heel upon seeing you and the detective.
“Hey! Where you goin’?” Loki’s question was ignored by Keller.
“Keller?” Grace questioned.
“Hey! Where’s he going?” Loki asked.
“I don’t know.” She stated.
“Hey!” He yelled once again as Keller took off into a sprint.
“Call downstairs, don’t let him go.” Loki ordered the front desk nurse.
“(Y/n) stay with the family I’ve got him.”
“Sure.” You said with the full intention of letting Loki run after Keller Dover, your lazy ass would be happy to stay with the family.
“Hey! Hey!!” Loki yelled as he and officer John took off after him.
David’s increasingly odd obsession with Keller Dover aside, your focus was the family.
You gave a quiet knock on the door, the Birch’s motioning for you to come in.
“Hello Nancy, Franklin.” You greeted giving them a nod.
“I’ve got some resources for you here.” You said handing Nancy the packet of papers. “I’ve got everything in there that you may need; from the best trauma therapists in the state, to financial help with hospital bills. I wasn’t sure what exactly you needed so I covered all the bases.”
“Thank you.” She replied.
You then turned to Joy. Your heart broke upon seeing her small body laying in the hospital bed.
But at least you weren’t looking at her in the morgue.
“Hi, Joy, I’m Dr. (L/N).” You introduced yourself, plastering on your best fake smile. “I need to ask you some questions ok? I need you to help me find Anna, will you be brave enough to help me do that?”
She nodded yes.
“Great.”
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After talking with Joy, you quickly found out you wouldn’t get a whole lot from her. She was in and out of consciousness, the drugs having a strong effect on her petite body You’d have to try again later when she was alert.
You gathered your things and stepped outside the hospital room. With a big sigh, you felt your eyes begin to water, tearing up.
It was always tough doing those kinds of interviews, especially with kids.
She didn’t have any physical injuries, no, but what she had been through would leave a lasting mental scar. Poor thing.
Thankfully the ringing of your cellphone pulled you from your dismal thoughts.
It was Loki.
“Hello?”
“I found Alex Jones at Dover’s apartments.”Loki said, getting straight to the point as usual. “He’s headed to the ER by ambulance.. the kid is beat half to death, burns all over him and shit. I didn’t recognize him at first. Looks like Keller was fucking torturing him, (y/n), literal torture.”
“Holy shit. Did you arrest him?”
“No, if I knew where the motherfucker was I would!”
“Fuck!He’s not there?!” You yelled in disbelief. If he wasn’t there where the hell was he?
“We need to find him ASAP. God knows what he’s doing right now.”
“Yeah. I’ll get on it.”
“Thanks. You get anything outta Joy?”
“No, she’s too out of it, Going to try again later. I’ll keep you updated.”
“Okay. I’m waiting on the crime scene unit to get here to process the scene. Thanks, (l/n).” He said and hung up, preoccupied with his discovery of Alex.
Good thing Loki called you before you left the hospital. And even more of a convenience, the three people that knew Keller Dover best were all in one place so Interviewing them for Dovers profile would be easy.
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You stepped out of the hospital room and looked out the window. It was dark out now, the gray winter day had quickly come to an end.
You shifted focus to your reflection in the window, you hoped David found big eye bags attractive because you were definitely rocking them at this point. You didn’t look quite like a raccoon but the resemblance was there.
Dark under eye circles aside, deep diving into the seemingly simple life of Keller Dover had left you with a few things.
He was in the US Army, which could explain the methods of brutal torture inflicted on Alex. A stressful situation- like your daughter being kidnapped- could trigger some PSTD. The last thing that stuck with you, was what Grace told you Joy said to him..”you were there.”
He was where? What did that even mean?
You decided to drive around and check out all the places Keller Dover frequented in the hope that he would be there.
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It’s The Avengers (04x08)
Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)
Season 4 Episode 08: Unfair Practices
Series Summary: Living in the Avengers facility post-apocalypse in a better timeline Tony Stark has decided to capture every moment by pulling The Office on the Avengers. All of the housemates are pretty used to the idea except for you, who had just come here to finish her degree, and the newest member- Loki.
Warnings: an idiot sonovabich with bad intentions for our girl and a...um...thing we’ve been waiting for?
Word Count: I had no idea that when the gases in your intestines had no way to escape they could make various parts of your body hurt where you never thought gases could reach. Yes I am feeling the acidity in my chest tonight
MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)
"That's that for the class. You may talk to David and I'll be available on Wednesday for any queries."
The camera panned out of the professor's face to take in a smug David leaning on the lectern at the end of the platform.
"Uh, professor, may I talk to you about the Oedipus complex subsection in the chapter?"
The camera focused on Tamikah, the ace student in the class sitting in the front row. "I'd rather clarify my doubts from someone who can make me understand the complexity as a researcher rather than a man baby who thinks the complex is the ultimate truth of the world."
The entire class chuckled. David gave a chuckle with a tik in his jaw. Javier even caught the professor suppressing a smile before indicating for Tamikah to follow him to his office.
"Ugh, women," David whispered, "Everyone please submit your assignments. The grades will be up on Wednesday morning."
The camera turned towards the back of the class to find your figure lost in your notebook, your face resting on your palm while the other hand doodled something on the pages as you tried to hide a smile.
"Earth to Y/N," Yusuf whispered, calling you out of whatever trance you were experiencing before pulling out your assignment from beneath your notebook and walking down the lecture hall towards David.
A millisecond of fear flashed in your eyes and you looked for the camera.
You: *biting your lip* he looked at my notebook, Javi. God, he must be judging me so much right now!
*you look behind the camera* oh! *Open your notebook and show him the doodles*
*camera pans in to show the last page having incoherent scribbles with a couple of horns here and there along with a few flowers scattered across*
*camera pans out*
*silence* *you blink*
*you gasp* what do you mean you don't get it. I could not have been more obvious!
You joined Yusuf near the platform, giving him a friendly slap on the back before wrapping your arm around his shoulder. "Should we grab lunch at Erma's? I'm craving their jelly doughnuts," you asked your friend as you both began to head out of the lecture hall.
The camera made it a point to show the transparency of emotions on David's face when you did that. Yusuf was more than happy to be in your company.
"Please submit your assignment on your own, Miss Y/N," David calls you out in front of the class, "rather than running your errands through your classmates. It reflects how least interested you are about the work you are putting in receiving a good grade."
You ignored him.
Someone in class shouted, "She's not interested in you, man. Move on."
Neither you nor the camera felt the need to turn back and see what David was feeling right now.
The Lounge
The camera sat next to Wanda as she lay her head on the cold kitchenette island all the while groaning. Scott came from the elevator, drenched in sweat and glowing from the workout.
"Upset stomach? I got some tablets in my room ever since Y/N introduced me to those orgasmic Korean recipes."
"No," Wanda whimpered and went back to her groaning.
Gulping down a bottle of cucumber water, Scott took a huge gulp of air before looking back at Wanda. "What's wrong? Magic gone bad?"
The camera panned in on her face. The groaning stopped, her lips pouted the saddest pout imaginable and tears welled up in her eyes. "No," she finally sobbed.
Fear seemed to cloud Scott's eyes as the bottle was carelessly dropped in the sink and Scott bent down, placing his hands gently on her hair to caress it. "Hey! Hey! What happened?"
The tears didn't stop. "Nothing happened," came a small cry out of her before her voice cracked and the sobbing got worse.
Vision: *trying to adjust himself in his seat* Wanda has threatened me not to say anything but I'm worried for her. She had a nightmare yesterday and kept saying 'no!', 'No, you Glupyy bog!'
*shrugs* I don't know which bog is trying to hurt her but *camera pans in onto his serious face* that bog better be ready to...grab these hands.
*looks behind the camera* Oh...catch! That bog better be ready to catch these hands! *shows his hands*
The camera swerved to watch Tony enter the Lounge, pausing his conversation on the phone and observing Wanda.
"I'll call you back." He turned to Scott and pointed towards Wanda's figure with a tilt of his head.
Scott shrugged.
"Should I send for some Sokovian delicacies?" Tony asked her softly. "Or should I teach Vision to stop sleeping while standing in corner of your room?"
"No, he doesn't do that anymore," Wanda wailed through her sobs, wiping her tears but still not getting up from the kitchen island.
"Tony," she gasped a little, forcing the man to bend down and face her, "no matter what happens, all you need to do is give a hug."
Tony tilted his head in confusion. Before he could ask her anything, Wanda's hand came for his collar and pushed his face closer to hers.
"Do you hear me Tony?!" she wailed, swollen eyes bearing into the man. "Just a hug."
Tony gulped and nodded, bringing his arms around to hug her.
"NOT ME, DAMMIT!" Wanda yelled, the lens feeling a little tremble and Tony immediately pulled back, his hands up and away.
University Library
The camera sneakily walked across the library, trying to avoid the students and book racks, looking for someone. One corner of the library had a familiar figure hunched on a huge book opened upon a stack of more books.
"Yeah, I think I found something," you whispered into your cellphone, "I'll text you pictures right away."
Yusuf joined you with three more books.
"Oh, by the way-" you thanked Yusuf through your facial expressions- "Friday could have done this faster than me."
The camera came closer and was able to hear the voice at the other end.
"The comms went down and the ship's system was ridden with malware because SOMEONE thought it would be a great idea to download Minecraft from an unknown pop-up in the ship's system."
You furrowed your brows before the realisation hit you. "Thor."
"I was bored and had no games on my phone!" Thor yelled back.
"Friday's trying to fight the malware and reboot the system but we don't have enough time on our hands right now. These weirdos have started chanting some bizarre ritual and have started shooting at our ship. Text me the pictures and we'll try to figure out how to fight this cult."
"Oh, okay. Is Loki there too?"
It took you a second of locking eyes with the camera to realise what you had just said. "Uh-he said he was going to go to the city with Peter."
All you could hear was incoherent chants in the back while Thor tried to curse the bad guys away.
You facepalmed yourself hard and let out a muted curse. Gripping your lower lip in between your teeth for a stretched second, you blurted, "I needed some menstrual cups."
You: I COULD HAVE SAID ANYTHING ELSE!!! *wide-eyed glaring at the camera* ANY. THING. ELSE!!!! *The camera pans in on every word*
*you groan and hide in your hands*
*The camera pans out to show college kids passing you by with confused looks on their faces* *one of them offers you orange soda*
"Loki's not here," Natasha finally stated.
"Oh, cool." You wanted to bury yourself in your arms. "I'll keep sending you whatever I can find. 'Kay bye."
"Loki as in the God?" Yusuf whispered, sitting right next to you. You nodded. It took you a good few seconds to realise your friend did not know about your family.
"Cool," he exclaimed before you could add anything, "can you thank him from my side the next time you see him? He's been a lot of help in my term project."
Your furrowed brows and tilted head looked at him and then at the camera. And then back at him. "Excuse me? He did what?"
Somewhere in the University Grounds
Natasha ended the call with you and switched off the device blaring the chants and Thor's voice. "Y/N is kind to a fault." She walked towards one of the apartment complexes with the camera following her.
Natasha: Loki really is out with Peter today. And Javier is out with Y/N. Today is the perfect chance for me to do some digging and find out about the missing days of their space travel.
*looks at the person behind the camera* I know you want to know it as much as I do so I expect you to keep mum about what I'm about to do today.
*The camera nods*
Natasha's red hair was now veiled in a golden-coloured wig. Her face was covered behind huge sunglasses and instead of her go-to jeans and shirt, she wore a flower dress.
The apartment manager gave her figure one look before stopping her from getting on the elevator.
"Excuse me. Who are you and where do you think you are going?" the manager was a white lady with pixie-cut blonde hair, a wrinkled face with endless worry lines and rimmed glasses.
"Oh! Hi! I am Dorothy! Javier's mother! I am letting myself in to clean up my precious baby's dorm. He's a good kid but he takes after his father and never cleans up his mess. I'm pretty sure his place is stanking right now. He didn't bring his clothes for a wash the previous weekend. Don't worry Mama's got the keys to his place and she's gonna leave it squeaky clean for her little angel."
Natasha gave her biggest smile and a flawless New Jersey accent to the manager, who clearly was getting uncomfortable with every shoulder touch 'Javier's Mama' was making.
"Would you like to come to help me clean the apartment? The more the better, right? Oh, that reminds me, my baby's out of clean undies."
The manager was screwing her nose now. "No, thank you. Please, just go."
Natasha pressed the elevator button and once against smiled at the flabbergasted manager. She waved her goodbye as the doors closed. "Nice to meet ya!" She announced as the doors clicked close, the New Jersey mom immediately reverting to her resting assassin face.
"Not a word about this goes out." She glared at the camera through her sunglasses.
Walking out of the elevator on the fourth floor, she walked down the hallway and stopped in front of a door.
The camera focused on a device she pulled out of her dress pocket and stuck to the doorknob. The device clicked and whirred, blinking twice with a red light before turning green and clicking the door open for the assassin.
The apartment had a modest living room cum kitchen with three rooms at the end.
Setting the earlier device on the breakfast table, Natasha touched the edge of her sunglasses to switch on the reading mode on them.
"Friday, scan the entire apartment for hard disks, flash drives, memory cards and any electronic equipment with a storage."
"On it, Miss Romanoff," Friday chimed and began the scan right away.
Natasha grabbed two soda cans from the fridge, offering one to the person behind the camera. "And now we wait."
Uni Library 4 PM
"Huh. I had no idea Loki was a bookworm in that way!"
Yusuf chuckled, offering you a sandwich before going back to clicking pictures of any relevant page that Natasha might need.
You were still lost in his laptop, scrolling through the pages of research and citations, not able to believe the layers put into the paper.
"He's amazing!" Yusuf almost fangirled too hard before going back to the usual whisper. "He even loaned me some limited editions and research papers that are either sitting in restricted sections of world libraries or at some rich asshole's home."
The camera swerved from him to you, recording your fingers pausing the scrolling to look up from the screen.
You: *raise a brow* Excuse me???
"Glad that instead of either of those options, it was in Mr Stark's library. How lucky am I to be able to hold the same books that Mr Stark has preserved so well!" Yusuf adds with starry eyes.
You: *wave of realisation* Oh! *smiles* okay. *walks away from the camera to throw the baseball bat in your hand into the nearest storage closet*
You nodded in approval. "Stark's going to kill him but yeah. He's golden for lending you those books." The camera did not miss the little smile growing on your lips that you tried hard to suppress.
"He's a nice guy," Yusuf admitted, leaning back in his seat and smiling. "He often calls me up to ask me how I'm doing and sends me snacks during assignment hours."
You let your head rest in your palm as you looked at Yusuf. "Aw! I didn't know that. That's so sweet."
Yusuf was grinning now. "But I think he does this less for me and more for someone else." He twirled his finger in your direction.
You smacked that twirling finger away. "Yeah, right."
Yusuf licked his lips. "I mean-" he pulled his chair closer to the table, letting his arms rest on the surface and leaning his face in your direction- "he always asks about you. How you are doing? Whether you have eaten. If you are sitting alone somewhere, lost in thoughts. If you are enjoying your company. If you are enjoying your company...too much."
This time you smacked him away from you, the slap on his back resonating through the silence of the library. Both of you did not move for the next ten seconds, wondering if anyone would come and chuck you out of there.
"We should go back to helping Natasha," you whispered eventually, going back to the books in front of you.
"I think I should go back to helping that suppressed scream out of you."
"One more word and my elbow will bring out a scream from your stomach."
Avenger's Facility
The camera focused on the duffel bag Natasha carried through the front doors of the building, heading straight for the security room.
She emptied the contents of the bag on the centre table, letting the platform light up and scan all the storage drives and memory cards.
"Pull up the contents on all of them, Friday."
Friday put up the hologram screen to run all the devices simultaneously.
Half of them had test runs of the documentary. Some had shots of the university campus and some had recordings of campus events.
"Find me the one with Loki and Y/N's time in space. The missing timeline."
Three seconds was all it took to filter out the rest and bring forward the footage with a blank screen.
The camera stood opposite Natasha, recording a haze for where the screen was, looking right through at it at the curious assassin. The silence was deafening as both of them waited.
There was static for a few seconds before the sound of heavy breathing echoed through the security room.
"Do not make me repeat myself," Loki's voice was more of a growl, followed by someone gurgling- as if fighting for their breaths. "Where. Is. She."
The frame that was panned in on Natasha's face gradually noticed something. Her furrowed brows were slowly going back to their resting phase. Her usually pursed lips moved apart in a calculated surprise.
But there was more.
Her figure- earlier leaning on the table wanting to read every little movement on the camera footage- was standing straight and taking a step away from the table.
Curdled laughter resonated through the screen, sending Natasha's eyes wide.
"She's dead, your highness." The mockery in words was made worse by the maniacal laughter that followed.
A boom shook the recording running on the screen, making Natasha jump where she stood. This time, there was horror in the assassin's eyes.
University Campus: 0730 Hours
"Sorry, Yusuf. Had I known everyone was out at some event now, I wouldn't have dragged you into this." You groaned and bent down with your hands folded in front of him.
Yusuf cackled. "Are you kidding me? It was fun! I don't have a sister so I finally know what it's like to tease one about their crush. This is the best day on campus I've had." The boy glowed with happiness, forcing you to mirror his smile.
"Thanks, bro," you chimed.
"For teasing you?"
"For not asking about the Avengers? For being chill about all of this."
He smiled. "Aw, come on. I fangirled about them in front of Loki so I'm good now."
Both of you giggled to your heart's content till it was time for you to leave.
Assuring Yusuf you can go to the parking lot on your own, you bid goodbye and walked under the street lights towards the parking lot with Javi and his camera.
"He's a nice guy, isn't he?" you hummed with a smile, skipping on the pavement.
"Pretty nice," a familiar but unwelcoming voice came from the shrubs that decorated the pavement by the college building.
The camera quickly turned in that direction, moving ahead of you.
"David," your tired voice came from somewhere out of the frame.
David looked at the camera and then behind it.
"You should get out of here, kid. The adults are gonna have some grownup talk."
The camera did not budge where it stood until your voice called for him. "It's okay, Javi. It won't take long."
Javier's camera did not miss the smug smirk David had on his face when you said it wouldn't take long. Standing in the parking lot about a few meters away from you and David, the camera was constantly focused on you while someone's phone keypad was clicking quite fast in the back as if texting someone in a hurry.
"What do you want, David?" It was more of a tired plea than a question.
"What do I want? What do you want, Y/N?"
Your crinkled brows displayed wrinkles of befuddled emotions.
"Submitting your assignments seconds before the deadline. Making the excuses of being out of town just so you can do the extra ones to submit them to me. Being overtly sassy during my lectures even when we both know you aren't. Wearing boots even though you prefer flats. Then coming into my lecture yesterday with your hair flowing in the wind and that blue sundress till your knees. I think I know where this is going, sweet cheeks."
You had to take in a good gulp of breath to shake your whole body in bafflement at him. "What the f*** are you even talking about, David?"
"Oh, I know a flirt wave when I see one, baby."
With the amount of offence your brain had taken, you were barely able to form coherent sentences now. "I did not dress for you, you moron! I dressed for- why am I even explaining myself to you?!"
"Deny it all you want, Y/N. You can't run away from the fact that you are falling for me all over again."
Your offended features went back to their neutral self. Your lips shutting up and your eyes giving him an extremely offensive side, you walked away from him and towards Javi.
But David was quick to grab your arm and pull you back to him. Even before you could let this sink in, his hands were already roaming on the small of your back. "It's okay, babygirl. No need to deny the inevitable," David purred. "You can have me back. You don't have to be so needy about it."
"Oh, F*** OFF, DAVID!!" your patience was reaching its threshold. "Even the tick on the bug under my boot would not reconcile with a trash like you."
You broke away from his hold.
The camera panned in on the fallen face of David as he let your words sink in. "Not everything revolves around you. Something I should've known is not easy for you to understand," you declared while looking right into his eyes.
David's eyes seemed darker than usual now. The street lamps cast an eerie shadow over his face when he stood there frozen for as long as a cricket chirp before grabbing you by the neck.
You never had the time to react with the basic defence skills Natasha had taught you.
Javier's camera almost made a dash for it before coming to an unexpected halt.
David pushed you into the nearest side of a car in the lot, forcing a whimper out of you. "You think I'm a joke?" His grip got stronger, making you gnaw at his hands. "You f****g slut!" the camera caught David bringing your face closer to his, waiting to growl. "You whiny bi-"
"The last person who tried to hurt her ended up with a broken neck."
The camera zoomed in on the shadows behind David, trying to find the source of the voice when it caught a pair of glowing golden eyes with a green hue.
The God stepped into the light, pausing all movement within seven feet of his radius.
Loki never had to spell it out. The mercilessly brutal gaze seared a nauseating feeling into David, compelling him to push you away from him.
You felt your ankle twist, not able to bring back the balance in your leg if not for Loki breaking your fall.
The God placed his hand on your back and let his eyes survey your neck for any injuries.
The camera slowly closed the distance between you and Javi, focusing on Loki's eyes. The sombre concern saw something on you that brought back that nauseating rage in his eyes.
"I should have been more clear for this slow excuse of a human disgrace-" Loki's whisper tried to suppress his lungs as he turned towards David- "broken neck would be too easy a death for him."
The camera was a bit too focused on the colours fading from David's skin to notice why he was suddenly backing away from you and your company.
Loki's back was towards the camera. No way to record what he looked like. Only that he took two steps towards the man to send the latter running for his life while you grabbed the God by the waist.
"Let him be. Loki, stop," you commanded. But within seconds you were begging him when he tried to undo your hold as gently as possible. "Please, let him go."
"He hurt you, Y/N," Loki was not even looking at you.
"I don't care. Just please don't do anything," you kept wrapping your arms around him and blocking his way.
"It's alright," he calmly responded, still trying to walk in his direction, "he won't be able to do anything by sunrise."
The camera caught a wave of fear in your eyes.
Without another thought, you locked your arms around him as tightly as possible and shouted, "Wanda! Take us home!"
With a wave of red plasmic energy, you disappeared before the camera. So did Loki.
Another wave hit the camera and everything turned black.
The Lounge
Scott whistled the theme of La Cucaracha in the kitchenette as he fetched himself an ice cream tub.
"You want one, buddy?" he asked the person behind the camera sitting at the dining table at the other end of the lounge. Fetching another bowl, he walked towards the camera when a wave of red plasmic waves filled the lounge area.
Scott found himself jumping behind the sofa. So did the camera.
But unlike Scott, the camera peeped from behind the sofa to see you and Loki standing in the middle of the lounge while Javi presented himself out of thin air in the kitchenette, bumping into cabinets before finding a steady ground for his shaky legs.
"What? Why did you do that Y/N?" Loki was ticked.
The peripheral of the camera caught Scott raising his head to look at you two with peak curiosity.
"So, I'd rather let you run behind him and beat him to death?" you responded on the same wavelength as the God.
"He deserves it for being such a bloody scum." Loki was on the verge of grinding his teeth now.
"I don't care what he deserves, Loki. Okay? This isn't space! You cannot just go about getting your way here! People are watching you!" Your assertion came out more loudly than you expected.
"People can watch me punch the Midgardian soil out of him! Why should I care who's watching me!!" Loki was enraged now.
Scott scooted back into the shade of the sofa at the first emphatic syllable in Loki's voice.
"BECAUSE I CARE!!" you announced at the limit of your lungs. "I care too much about you to let some awful people brand you something you are not! Okay? I care about you too f*****g much to see you get so riled up by a pathetic loser. I-"
The camera zoomed in on your expression.
The weight of your own words dawned upon you abruptly while Loki stood there in a confused void.
The camera made sure to catch Scott's jaw hitting the floor at your confession while you tried to gather your emotions. You did not speak. It looked like you didn't want to.
"What?" Loki's voice went soft. And that did it for you.
"I like you, Loki," your voice confessed delicately; your fingers pressing the life out of each other, "I like like you. Too much."
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Aww I love your writing so much!!!! 🩷🩷 The detective Loki A-Z felt so accurate 🥹 he’s so precious. Can you write something that kind of goes off the jealousy area? Like it’s a coworker who reader gets close with and is honestly clueless to the flirting?
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a/n: here you go, nonny! i couldn't agree more. David is my baby and he deserves some happiness and a warm hug
pairing: Detective David Loki x reader
summary: a new co-worker makes a misguided move on the reader and david gets pissed
warnings: language, angst, arguing (if i missed one, lemme know. minors, do not interact!)
SHARING IS CARING, SO PLEASE REBLOG
Sliding your legs over the edge of your side of the bed, you sit up and rub the sleep from your eyes. David’s on the phone with O’Malley. You already know he’s gotta go into work today.
“Yeah, I’ll be there in 30 tops” he says lowly in his gravely morning voice before hanging up his cell phone.
“I’ll make breakfast” you smile sleepily at him.
You reach out to reassuringly squeeze his arm to let him know it’s alright. He’s already mentally beating himself up for waking you up and not being able to be enjoy his morning off with you as he had promised.
You make your way through the one-story house and head to the kitchen to get his coffee going. You decide on making a hearty breakfast because you know very well David will skip lunch today.
So, you settle for a nice egg, bacon, and cheese sandwich on toasted bagels with cream cheese. You make two for him so he can take one to work and hopefully eat while he’s on the road. You even cut up some bananas, apples, strawberries and oranges to make a little fruit salad.
David isn’t the healthiest guy around, but he deeply appreciates that you care for him and his health. He never really had anyone to care about him – much less his health – so he’ll sure make to eat every bite.
You hear his electric razor shut off after his shower. A while later, he comes into the kitchen with his hair slicked back. His light blue button-up shirt is open, exposing his white sleeveless undershirt. His gold chain dangles and dances around his neck as he buttons the cuffs of his shirt.
You can’t help but smile to yourself. You wish you could stop him and slide his button-up off. You love it when he wears his undershirt and chain around the house.
“Honey, think you can get a ride to work today?” he asks kissing the back of your head as you slice up the fruit.
“Yeah, babe. It’s no problem. I already texted Jared and asked him to pick me up.”
His hands working the buttons closed on his front stop as his eyes narrow in on the back of your head.
“Jared? You already texted him?”
“Yeah. I figured you’d leave before me.”
“Oh…”
You know that there’s something he’s holding back from you. You turn your head to glance at him, hoping to get a read of him as you slide the chopped-up fruit in a container.
“Is there a problem with that?”
You already know the answer to that.
“No. Nothing. Just didn’t know you and Jared were so close already. I mean, didn’t he just start there like two weeks ago?”
His eyebrows rise and his lip press flat as he looks down at his hands, letting them finish their work on his shirt.
“Two months ago, but he was pretty much on his own, so I figured I’d be the first to befriend him. The first weeks are the worst when you start working at a new place.”
“Yeah, I get that. Just didn’t think you were already texting each other.”
“Dave, there’s nothing going on between us if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to. Your face says it all.”
You’re slightly hurt that he would think there could be something brewinh between you and Jared. It may come from a place of worry, but isn't that trust is for?
“Look, I gotta get going. I’ll see you tonight.”
You nod as you hand him the containers of sandwiches and his travel mug. He leaves you with a kiss on your forehead and you watch him leave, letting the tension hang in the air. You try to put it on the mental backburner as you head up to get ready for your day.
Hearing a honk coming from outside, you look out the window and confirm Jared’s arrival. You grab your bag, keys and phone before heading out the door and walking to Jared’s car.
“Hey, Jare. Thanks for the late-notice lift. David got called in and my car’s still at the shop.”
“You know I don’t mind it at all. It’s been almost a couple days though. Have they given you any updates on it?”
“Something about the starting motor failing. Solenoid damage, I think? They have to replace some coils or some shit.”
“That shouldn’t take more than a few hours to replace though.”
“David says the same thing. He’s getting pretty impatient. Said he’s gonna stop by there today to check up. You know how some mechanics can be when they see a girl with car trouble.” You complete with a roll of your eyes.
“Yeah, some pricks take advantages. I know a thing or two about cars. I’d be happy to look into it for you if you want?”
“Really? Yeah, yeah. That’d be great. I’m gonna wait for David though. He said he’d stop by there today. I’ll give you a heads up though.”
After arriving to work, you head straight for your sector to settle in. You can’t help but notice how kind Jared seems to be towards you in this new light that David casted earlier in the morning.
Jared always offers to refill your water bottle whenever he gets up, always offers snacks, brings you back your favorite coffee or tea after his breaks, compliments your hair or nails or even your perfume. During the whole day, you can’t help but notice he doesn’t treat his other co-workers the same. You begin to wonder if you’ve led him on to believe you’re more than just co-workers or if it’s because he’s new and not very close to the others.
You decide to shake the thought from your head and go on about your work. However, with this new concept in the back of your mind, you start to politely deny Jared’s kind offers. He doesn’t seem hurt by it. A small wave of relief washes over you. Maybe you were just in over your head and overthinking what David had told you.
Around closing time, Jared stops by your station to check if you need a ride home. You check your phone, hoping David texted you with a reply about picking you up, but there’s no new messages.
Your heart sinks a bit. You’d hoped he could’ve at least replied. Is he really that upset with you?
“Yeah, I could use a ride.”
The house isn’t very far. You could walk home, but the rain is already pouring down heavy. And this time of year, the cold winter air is starting to arrive, slickening the streets and sidewalks with ice.
You smile to hide that you wished you didn’t need a ride from Jared. You know it’s not gonna make things easier to deal with at home.
Part of you thinks David is acting ridiculously like a child that's too selfish to share a toy. Only you’re not a toy. You’re a human being and you’re his fiancée. You’re supposed to be getting married.
The other part of you wonders how you would feel if it were the other way around. If he had a new partner on the job and spent hours with her. With everything Jared does for you, would you be ok with someone else treating David the same way?
Trying to settle the internal dispute, you remember that it’s your intentions that really counts. You’re not breaking his trust because you have no intention of getting with Jared. You’re friends and that’s all there is. And you would want David to have a good friend too in your situation.
You walk out together, gabbling on about the day as you climb into his car.
As Jared turns onto your street, you’re laughing over an amusing situation you’d survived in your first week at the company with an unsatisfied client. Jared had had his first unpleasant interaction with a frustrated client. Although he handled it pretty well, he was still a bit disappointed about it.
Grateful the rain has let up, you notice Dave’s car parked in the driveway. Why didn’t he at least text you back if he was home? You feel a slight pang in your chest, but you shove it down as you continue your conversation. Jared knows your line of though has been thrown off and he can only guess it has to do with the black Crown Victoria perched in front of the garage.
“It can happen to anyone,” you say looking up at the tall brown-haired co-worker as he turns the car off, parking in front of your house. You hear a door close from outside and keys jingling, but you don’t think much of it. Most of your neighbors get home at this time as well.
“You can’t please everybody and you have to accept that,” you resume looking down at the dashboard. “You’re not here to please, you’re here to do your job.”
“You’re an amazing person, you know that?”
Something is different about the way Jared is looking at you. It’s intense and you don’t like it.
He leans over the arm rest/storage compartment separating the front seats and places a surprising kiss on your cheek.
You quick react by pulling yourself back and gently push him away with a hand on his shoulder.
“Whoa, Jared. That’s sweet, but i-it’s not like that. We’re just friends. You realize that, right?” you ask frowning at him. “I’m happily engaged.”
“Y-yeah... I figured. I thought I-I’d shoot my shot. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” He looks down embarrassed as his cheeks blush a bright regretful shade of red. “I misread things. I’m sorry. That’s on me. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine. Just… Don’t do that again, alright?”
“Yeah. Definitely will not” he chuckles nervously. “It won’t happen again. I promise. Just like you said, we’re only friends.”
You’re not really sure how to react. You can tell he feels really awkward about the whole thing, but you just want to get out of there as quickly as possible.
Flashing a shy, nervous smile at him, you thank him for the ride and climb out of the car. You slowly walk up the concrete path, digging through you bag for your keys.
Upon finding them, you look up and freeze.
David is standing in the path, glaring at the young man in the car. As he keeps his furious gaze locked on Jared, his hands move to rest on his hip. Pushing back his black winter jacket, his gold badge and his standard issue gun are exposed to remind Jared of who he is.
You don’t realize it’s a non-verbal threat. You just think he’s pissed judging by the constant hard blinking of his eyes.
“David, it’s not what you th-“ you start only to be cut off.
“In the house. Right now.”
He has a point. This isn’t a topic to discuss outside for all your neighbors to hear.
You walk quietly past him and march up the porch. You leave the door open for him, but he’s not far behind you. Only a couple moments since he’d been staring Jared down until he finally drove away.
The door slams as he enters the house.
“Are you fucking serious? There’s nothing going on, right?” He asks loudly and angrily.
“Yes, there’s nothing going on, Dave.” You say trying to stay calm, unwilling to match his tone. You’d be angry too in his place.
“You expect me to believe that after what I just saw?!”
“Yes, because that’s the truth. I know how that looked like. He thought I was sending him signs of interest. I won’t lie about that. But I didn’t want him to do that. There is absolutely no interest on my behalf!”
“The fucking chicken hawk just kissed you!”
“I didn’t want him to! I told him that! Maybe if you had picked me up from work or at least fucking texted me back, I wouldn’t have gotten in that fucking car in the first place!” you seethe at him.
“Oh, so this is my fault??” he snaps back at you bewildered.
He opens his mouth to speak, but just in that same moment, his cell phone rings. A hushed ‘fuck’ escapes from his lips as he answers the call. You just roll your eyes and fold your arm across your chest because you already know what that means.
The conversation is quick. You can’t tell much; all you know is that Captain O’Malley is calling him into the station.
“We’re not done on this”, he says with a raised finger in your direction and opens the door behind him.
The door slams shut. You close your eyes and lean against the wall, wishing you had never gotten in that car.
Dragging your tired body up the stairs, you make your way to your room. You notice the comforter is rumpled on David’s side along with his pillows. It’s not as you had it in the morning; it was neat and made to look inviting. You sigh and run a hand through your hair. Now you know why he didn’t answer you at first; he had fallen asleep.
You set your bag atop of the dresser that you share. You dig out your phone to set it to charge. There’re a couple unread messages and 2 missed calls; all from David and right around the time you’d left work.
Sorry, babe. Fell asleep and just woke up.
On my way right now!
You feel guilty thinking about how you could’ve avoided the whole ordeal. Now, David is mad at you and you’re mad at him for thinking that you wanted Jared to kiss you.
You head into the ensuite bathroom to shower and let the water wash away the stress of your day. As the warm water pours over you, you just hope this isn’t what ends your relationship.
Once you’re cleaned and a bit more relaxed, you go about the house to start on some of the chores. Deciding on a simple, quick and easy dinner, you sit on the couch to eat by yourself.
It’s been hours since David’s left and you miss him. You just want him to come home, so you can tell him how much you miss and love him.
You look down at your phone. He read your “I’m sorry” text, but he hasn’t replied. You wonder if it’s because he’s busy or he just doesn’t want to talk to you.
Wanting to stay up and wait for him, you start on the dirty dishes and pots in the kitchen. Then the laundry. You can’t stay still. It bothers you too much and you have to stay awake. There’s nothing left to do around the house, so you plot back down on the couch and surf through the channels to try to find something to watch.
It’s around midnight when you hear his car pull into the driveway. You race to the window to look out and make sure it’s him. He looks tired as he approaches the house with his keys in hand. His shoulders are hunched from the weight of the day’s stress.
You stand by the window and watch as he drags himself inside. He closes the door and hangs up his jacket before kicking his boots off. His back is turned to you and he hasn’t seen you yet.
When he does, he gazes at you for a moment. He’s too tired to argue, but he loves the fact that you’re wearing his sweater.
“You hungry? I made dinner. I can make you a plate,” you say softly breaking the silence.
“Yeah, I could eat.”
It’s quiet between you both. It’s a moment of cease fire. The elephant is still in the room, but you know how his weighs heavily on him. Especially with the case he’s working on. You don’t know much about it. David likes to keep that away from you. All you know is what you heard on the news and that there are kids involved. Those types of cases hit too close to home for him.
You leave him to eat in peace and tell him that you’re heading up to bed.
Assuming he’ll sleep on the couch since he must be upset still, you head to the bathroom to have a final tinkle before bed and brush your teeth. You crawl into bed and hug your pillow as you stare at the wall, luminated only by the fluorescent orange light of the street lamps.
Tears prick your eyes. You hate this distance between you and him. It’s ridiculous, but you know it’s not the time for it.
You hear David’s footsteps coming up the stairs and down the hall. The door creaks as he walks into the bedroom.
He goes about his usual routine; set his ring and chain on top of the dresser along with his badge. Then he walks over to the nightstand to open the drawer there. He pulls his gun from it's holster and makes sure its' safety is on. He had set it before already, but it never hurt to double check.
Soon after setting the gun in the lockbox within the drawer, he quietly makes his way to the bathroom. He opens the squeaky faucet and water pours from the shower.
He doesn’t take long. It’s a quick shower to wash his hair and body. He’s too tired to do more than he has to.
You hear him come into the room to grab a pair of boxers from his drawers. He seems quiet and still. Though your back is turned to him, you feel his eyes on you.
He stands still, hands on the wooden dresser as he mentally contemplates what to do. He knows it wasn’t your fault. He knows it wasn’t you who kissed Jared. He saw you pull away and push him back. He knows you didn’t like it or expect it just as much as him.
His head drops and his eyes close. In truth, the time at work had kept him too busy to think about it much, but he did think about you. Part of him felt you were like a victim, caught up in the crime with no fault. The other part of him wondered what could have happened to influence Jared to kiss you.
With a heavy sigh, you sense his footsteps approaching the bed. You expect to feel the wool blanket at the foot of the bed slide off along with his pillow.
To your surprise, you feel the comforter lifts behind you allowing a cool breeze to creep onto your back. Your heart beats faster. The mattress dips with his heavy frame. And you feel an arm drape over your waist.
“You awake?” His voice is a whisper in the dark.
You reply with a nod. You don’t want him to see you’re crying, though you know it’s inevitable.
“Can we talk?”
You quickly wipe your eyes in an attempt to omit the evidence of your pain. Turning onto your other side, you’re face to face. His hand doesn’t leave your waist. You let him slide underneath your shirt to feel your warmth.
“I don’t wanna fight. I don’t wanna argue,” he starts.
“Neither do I, Dave.” Your voice is soft as you reach to tenderly hold his bicep. You want to pull him close and hold him forever, but that might be too much.
“Are you really happy being with me?”
Your heart breaks to think that he feels like you might not be happy with him. You open your mouth to answer him, desperate to chase away his fear, but he continues.
“I know I’m not the best partner. I know for sure I haven’t been in the past. In some relationships, I didn’t even try to be. But I’m trying, sweetheart. I’m trying real hard because I love you and I want to be with you. I don’t know if it’s enou-“
You can’t listen to him anymore.
“Listen to me, Dave. I love you. You are more than enough for me and you make me the happiest in the world. And that’s enough for me. I’m not going anywhere.”
“You sure about that?” he asks with pleading eyes.
“Yeah, I’m sure. Jared is just a dude I felt bad for at work. I was just trying to be a friend, that’s all. But he misread my intentions. That’s it, that’s all that happened. And I’m gonna distance myself from him because I don’t want him to get the wrong idea.”
David feels relieved to hear your solution. He didn’t want risk sounding like a possessive jerk and ask you to not talk to Jared anymore, but he likes that you’re willing to make that change willingly for the sake of your relationship.
After all, he can’t be surprised someone else would want to have you. The minute he met you, he wanted you for himself as well. He’s just lucky he got to have his chance before anyone did.
He smiles tiredly at you and closes his eyes as he rests his forehead against yours.
“Think you can forgive me for being a dick earlier? I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.”
“I don’t know. You might just have to make it up to me” you tease with a playful smirk, getting a low chuckle out of him.
“Whatever you want. Just name it.”
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The Super Soldier Spiderling Masterlist:
Y/N Rogers adopted sister of Steven Grant Rogers and best friend of Bucky Barnes lived a normal life in 1942. Everything changes when Dr. Erskine recruits Steve for the secret Project Rebirth. An unfortunate event leads to Y/N becoming the first super soldier as well as the first spiderling. After the war she was frozen in ice for 80 years. She meets the Young Avengers 80 years later which consist of Peter Parker, Cassie Lang, Kate Bishop, Morgan Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Yelena Belova, Loki Laufeyson, Harley Keeny, Theodore Altman, Noh-Varr, Kamala Khan, America Chavez, William Kaplan, Thomas Shepherd, David Alleyne, Elijah Bradley, Daisy Johnson & Shuri. She becomes the leader of the Young Avengers by Nick Fury. She later meets the two Anti-heroes Moonknight and Deadpool while on a mission.
A Fem Moonknight & Fem Deadpool x Fem Reader Story
(Powers: Enhanced combat, senses[spidey-senses] & Flexibility, Night Vision, psychic constructs, wallcrawling[of course], Elemental Manipulation, Teleportation, Fire webs, web swinging, regeneration & can see the dead if wanted to and can bring them back for a whole day)
This takes place 1 year after Endgame in 2025.
Warnings⚠️: Killing, Mentions of Sexual Interactions, Weapons, Smoking, Drug usage, Cussing, severe wounds, Blood, Deaths, Fighting, Abuse, Cheating, Sexual assault, Homophobic parents, panic attacks, kidnapping & hallucinations
Characters: Part One , Part Two
Prologue: The Origin Story Of Y/N Roger's- Coming Soon
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1Q84 by Haruki Murakami
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The Band by Nicholas Eames | Bitter by Akwaeke Emezi | The Boxcar Children by Gertrude Chandler Warner
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Charlotte’s Web by E.B. White | Choke by Chuck Palahniuk | The Chosen and The Beautiful by Nghi Vo | Circe by Madeline Miller
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The Dark Tower Series by Stephen King | Deerskin by Robin McKinley | The Dictionary of Lost Words by Pip Williams | Dietland by Sarai Walker | Dreadnought by April Daniels
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Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine | Enders by Lissa Price | The Enlightenment of Bees by Rachel Linden
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Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman | The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
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Hamlet by William Shakespeare | Harper Connelly Series by Charlaine Harris | The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams | The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien | How To Train Your Dragon Series by Cressida Cowell | The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins
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The Illuminae Files by Amie Kaufman, Jay Kristoff | The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde | Interior Chinatown by Charles Yu | Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahniuk | Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao
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Killers of a Certain Age by Deanna Raybourn | A Knight of the Word by Terry Brooks
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Last Flight by Liane Merciel | Loki: Where Mischief Lies by Mackenzi Lee | The Long Way To A Small, Angry Planet by Becky Chambers | The Looking Glass Wars by Frank Beddor | The Lost Girls by Sonia Hartl | Lost in the Never Woods by Aiden Thomas | Lullaby by Chuck Palahniuk
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The Memoirs of Lady Trent by Marie Brennan | Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides | Misty of Chincoteague by Marguerite Henry
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A New Dawn by John Jackson Miller | Night of the Living Rez by Morgan Talty | A Noodle Shop Mystery by Vivien Chien | Not Your Sidekick Series by C.B. Lee
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Oryx & Crake by Margaret Atwood
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The Penelopiad by Margaret Atwood | Percy Jackson Series by Rick Riordan | Pet by Akwaeke Emezi | Plain Bad Heroines by Emily M. Danforth | The Portrait of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde | A Prayer For Owen Meany by John Irving | The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon
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The Reckoners Series by Brandon Sanderson | Red Riding Hood by Sarah Blakley-Cartwright | The Robber Bride by Margaret Atwood | Ruination by Anthony Reynolds
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A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket | The Shadow and Bone Trilogy by Leigh Bardugo | Sherlock Holmes by Sir Conan Doyle | The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants by Ann Brashares | Starters by Lissa Price | Survivor by Chuck Palahniuk | A Swiftly Tilting Planet by Madeleine L'Engle
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The Tale of the Nutcracker by E.T.A. Hoffman | These Ruthless Deeds by Kelly Zekas & Tarun Shanker | These Vicious Masks by Kelly Zekas & Tarun Shanker | To Be Taught If Fortunate by Becky Chambers | Toil & Trouble: 15 Tales of Women & Witchcraft by Elizabeth May | Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson | The Two Princesses of Bamarre by Gail Carson Levine
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Uglies Series by Scott Westerfeld | Until I Find You by John Irving
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The Yellow Wallpaper and Other Stories by Charlotte Perkins Gilman | The Young Elites Series by Marie Lu
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Zeus Grants Stupid Wishes by Cory O'Brien
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Characters that I write for.
Jake Gyllenhaal
Ryan Gosling
Chris Evans
Sebastian Stan
Wentworth Miller
Tom Holland
Tom Hiddleston
Movies that I also write for
Prisoners, Detective David Loki
Nightcrawler, Louis Bloom
The Avengers, Steve Rogers Bucky Barnes
Place beyond the pines, Luke
Blade runner 2049, officer Kay
Arvin Russell, Lee Bodecker, Willard Russell
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Nocturnal animals
Brokeback mountain
Lost
The sister's brothers
There is plenty more that I write for if I didn't list what your interested in
#jake gyllenhaal#sebastian stan#bucky barnes#jacob benjamin gyllenhaal#jake gylenhall#david loki#steve rogers#prisoners 2013#youtube#chris evans#dark arvin russell#arvin russel x y/n#arvin x reader#dark lee bodecker#lee bodecker#blade runner 2049#luke place beyond the pines#place beyond the pines#nocturnal animals#nightcrawler#louis bloom#the sisters brothers#dark winter soldier
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Star Crossed: Chapter Two
Pairing: Detective David Loki x Reader
Warnings: Swearing, Cheating, Intimacy Issues, Slow Burn, Reader is in an Established Relationship (for now), Sexual Themes, Eventual Smut. Investigative Inaccuracies. I think that’s it?
Summary: Loki comforts you, and some shocking information comes to light.
- Chapter One Here -
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“I can’t tell if it’s the fiancé in these pictures or not, but none of them have her face in them.” Rodger stated, pointing out the dozens of nude photos on Carters laptop.
Loki leaned in to inspect them.
“No, it’s not her. The woman in these pictures has a tattoo on her thigh. Miss (Y/L/N) doesn’t.” He stated.
Rodger quirked his eyebrow at Loki, “How do you know that, Detective?”
Loki flushed suddenly, “I uh, went to question her this evening and she was wearing shorts, I didn’t see much before she wrapped up but I would have noticed a large tattoo I think.” He shrugged.
Rodger shrugged too, and continued; “Ok, that’s not all. We had a look at his emails to see if we could get any indication as to where he went, and we found these.” He said clicking open the email folder.
Loki cursed under his breath as he scanned hundreds of emails hidden in a folder labelled “Business Confidential”.
The emails were between Carter and an email address labelled with the alias “Miss Kitty”, and were all sexual.
“Cheating fuck.” Loki breathed. “You find anything else?”
Rodger shook his head, “Nah that’s it. Not sure if it’s much to go by. You want me to try and trace this Miss Kitty’s IP address? Might take a few days but I can get cracking.”
Loki nodded, “Yeah, call me if you find anything else in the meanwhile.”
The drive home that night was plagued with how to break the news to you. He knew he had to as you might know who Miss Kitty was, and this might indicate where Carter had gone, but if you didn’t know he was cheating it would be a very painful conversation.
The next morning Loki knocked on your door with two cups of coffee in his hands.
You opened the door and let him in.
“Morning.” You smiled.
“Morning (Y/N), sorry for coming by so early. I brought this as a peace offering.” He handed you the cup of coffee.
You laughed lightly, taking the cup from him, “Thanks David.”
Loki walked into the living room and waited for you to gesture for him to sit.
“Any news?” You asked hopefully, sitting opposite him.
Loki sighed, his head dropped to the floor before he eventually made eye contact with you. “Yeah, we managed to get into the laptop.”
“Okay, did you find anything useful?” Your eyes lit up, but you sensed the hesitation in his voice.
“I’m not sure, there’s something we need to talk to you about, we’re not sure if you already know or not…”
“What is it?” You asked softly, your heart racing with uncertainty.
Loki cleared his throat before continuing, unsure how to put it into words, although he had rehearsed this the entire drive over.
“Were you… aware that Carter was having an affair?”
His words knocked the air out of you as you just blinked at him, unable to find words or process what he was saying.
“What… what makes you think he was having an affair?” You huffed a forced laugh, almost insulted by the insinuation.
“We found pictures on his laptop of another woman, and emails going back and forth between him and someone who goes by the name of ‘Miss Kitty’.” Loki offered apologetically.
You stood up, your hand covering your mouth as you paced up and down, trying to figure out how you hadn’t noticed.
Loki sat awkwardly, unsure whether to offer a comforting pat on the back or to just let you have a moment.
You turned to him and wrung your hands to together, a sudden look of horrified guilt plastered on your face. “It’s all my fault.” You whispered.
“What do you mean?” Loki asked, standing.
“We…. Haven’t been intimate in a long time.” You looked ashamed, and you covered your face with both hands and groaned.
“Hey… hey!” Loki shushed, gently grabbing your wrists and pulling your hands down. He looked at you sternly. “This is not your fault. You can’t blame yourself for someone else’s infidelity.”
“I should have seen this coming.” You sighed. You sat back down, head back in your hands.
It was quiet for a long moment before Loki spoke again.
“Do you love him?”
Your head shot up and you looked at Loki, surprised at the question.
You nodded slowly, “Yeah, I love him. Just… not the way I did when we were younger.” Your eyes dropped to your hands.
Loki nodded, he understood what you meant.
“Are you mad at him for doing what he did?” He probed.
You thought for a moment, “No… how can I be, he’s only human. I just wish he would have told me, or ended it or something.” You sighed.
“Why didn’t you? End it, I mean.”
“Because I care about him still, we’ve been through a lot together, and I can’t imagine him not being around. I know that makes me a completely sad idiot, but….” You laughed, frustrated, shrugged dramatically.
Loki kept quiet for a moment, looking at you, “I think you owe it to yourself to be in a relationship that fulfils you, in all aspects.” Loki said, sitting back in his seat.
You felt slightly insulted by this, and couldn’t understand why this man who barely knew you was giving you relationship advice.
“With all due respect, Detective, you don’t know what he and I have been through together. So I don’t appreciate you telling me what I owe to myself. For all you know I could be a horrible person, I might deserve this.” You ranted, growing quickly frustrated and tears stinging the corner of your eyes.
“I’m sorry I-“ Loki made to apologise but you cut him off.
“Also, what has any of this got to do with finding him? I understand him cheating might mean he’s run off with this woman, but why on Earth do you care why I didn’t end things the moment they started going stale? Or if I’m mad at him for fucking someone else? What has that got to do with anything-“ Loki had gotten out of his seat and closed the distance between you, kneeling in front of you, gently grabbing your upper arms and looking you in the eyes.
“Hey, breathe. I’m sorry, I overstepped, but I need you to breathe for me now, okay?” He blinked hard a couple times and breathed slowly in and out so you’d copy him.
You hadn’t realised just how worked up you’d gotten, tears streaming down your face. Your breathing was shaky but you copied him until you had calmed down.
You stayed like that, breathing and staring at one another for a long time. You noticed how his big blue eyes seemed to swim like pools in front of you. The distraction helped, and after a minute or two you whispered, “I’m sorry, I know you were just trying to help.”
“No I overstepped, I shouldn’t have presumed anything. But for what it’s worth, and from what limited knowledge I have of you, I’m pretty certain you’re not a terrible person and you don’t deserve this. As a detective I’m almost never wrong.” He smiled at you, his eyes crinkling and dimples forming in his cheeks.
You laughed, rolling your eyes lightly.
You thanked Loki again for bringing coffee and for breaking the news to you in person, you confirmed you didn’t know anyone with a thigh tattoo or that went by any nicknames relating to cats, and he left to continue his investigation.
His next stop was Carters office. He parked his car over the street from the office block and walked over to the glass doors. Inside reception he waited for the receptionist to finish her call, before showing his badge and asking to be directed to where Carter Benson worked. She told him to go up to the 3rd floor, so Loki got in the elevator.
“Hold the door!” a woman with a sultry voice called.
Loki stopped the elevator door from closing and let the woman in. She was dressed in a button down blouse and a short pencil skirt, with long brunette hair.
“Thanks.” She flashed a dazzling white smile, and two long tanned legs carried her to stand next to Loki. He smiled politely.
“You new here?” Voice like butter as she turned to look at Loki.
He didn’t say anything but he took out his badge and held it up for her.
“Oh you’re a cop huh? Someone around here in trouble?” She almost purred. This woman clearly had all the confidence in the world, and good for her, but she wasn’t picking up that Loki was in no way interested.
“No ma’am, just conducting a missing persons investigation. Perhaps you can help me. I’m looking for a Carter Benson, do you know him or work with him?”
The smile dropped from the woman’s face.
“I work with him. I did wonder where he was the last two days.” She now looked straight ahead, waiting for the doors to open. Loki noted her attitude as strange.
“Ok well if you think of anything that might be useful, please give us a call.” He said.
The woman didn’t say anything, and as soon as the doors opened she walked out and took a left hurriedly. That is when Loki noticed the tattoo on her left thigh.
Loki questioned most of the staff in Carters office block, none providing anything particularly helpful to the investigation, just that Carter was a great guy and a lot of fun to be around.
He knocked on the last door in the office block and the leggy brunette opened the door, startled.
“Hello again ma’am, we didn’t get to properly introduce ourselves. I’m Detective David Loki.” He plastered on a fake smile and held out his hand. The woman shook his hand and began to look more at ease.
“Hello Detective, sorry yeah, I was running late for a meeting.” She apologised.
“No problem, people gotta work. I just need to ask you a few questions regarding Carter Benson if you don’t mind?” He was going to ask her regardless of her answer.
She summoned for him to enter the small office and closed the door. Loki sat down in front of her desk.
“How can I help, Detective?” She said coldly, a stark contrast to how she was in the elevator.
“Could I start by getting your name, for noting purposes?”
She cleared her throat and nodded, “Of course, my name is Katelyn Edwards.”
Loki nodded, jotting her name down on his note pad.
“Thank you Miss Edwards… Mrs Edwards? Sorry, I don’t want to assume.” He probed.
She laughed, “Miss, never been married.”
“Thank you. So could you please tell me what know about Mr Benson? Is he happy, work life okay, home life okay?”
“We’re not that close, but from what I know he seems happy at work.” She shrugs, nonchalant, “but I think at home it’s a different story, he never seems excited to leave the office like everyone else.”
“Oh? So when does everyone typically leave the office by?” Loki sat forward.
“Well our work day ends at 4pm.” She confirmed.
Loki struck that as odd, the drive from the house to Carters work was 20 minutes on a good day, with traffic maybe 40, so how was it taking Carter an hour and a half to get home every day?
“Thank you Miss Edwards, I think that will be all for now.” He got up to leave.
“Oh, Detective? I have to tell you because I know you’re probably going to review the security tapes, but Carter is known for making his rounds with the ladies. I may have fallen for his charms at one point, but that was a long time ago.” She confirmed, and Loki thought she seemed honest.
He nodded, “Thank you.” And left.
Loki decided to wait until 4 when everyone cleared the office, and trailed Katelyn back to her home. He thought it had to be her, with Katelyn being similar to Kitty, and the tattoo matching the pictures on his laptop. She pulled into her drive about 15 minutes later and Loki pulled up behind a car further down the street. He made a note of her address and that there were no other vehicles on the property, and no garage to hide one in.
He would delve further into who this Katelyn Edwards was in the morning.
Back at your house, you busied yourself with a painting you’d been working on, but you struggled to really get into it, your mind elsewhere. You tried to push Carter to the back of your mind, you so desperately needed to stop thinking the worst as you so often did, so pushed all of your emotions out onto your canvas, however the colour you kept coming back to on the pallet was blue, striking, beautiful, cobalt blue.
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Save Me
Pairing: Detective David Loki x Reader
Summary: You and David have been together for a few months now. You knew his job was exhausting and obscure, but lately he had been spending less time with you and being more distant, until something he wasn't expecting happens...
Genre: Angst, fluff
Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, lots of swearing, children kidnap (since it's based on the movie)
Word Count: 4,1k
A/N: This one is dark!!! I'm so happy for finally writing a fic about Detective Loki, my sweet and handsome savior <33 I personally think that this piece is really cute and romantic, yet terrifying... Sooo, I hope you enjoy it! ^-^
You had no idea of what was happening... You didn't know why the love of your life has been so distant lately, and acting so weird every time he was around you... Had you done something wrong? Didn't he love you anymore??, you asked the same torturing questions to yourself every day, non-stop.
You were currently drinking a hot cup of cappuccino under five, comfortable, warm blankets while watching your favorite series, since it was really cold outside and you were by yourself. It was the middle of winter, so whenever you looked outside the window, all you could see was bright, comforting and gorgeous shades of white of sweet snow. Winter used to comfort you in a way no other season did: on those freezing days, you were able to spend all day in bed with David, warming each other's bodies in your tight embraces, and making love until you started feeling so hot that it seemed like summer had already arrived. But this time, you didn't feel any of that: you painfully missed your boyfriend. You missed your moments together, the sweet, yet rare laughs that managed to come out of his well-defined lips, knowing you were the only one that could achieve them... and that's why you were so special to him, because you were the only woman and person in this world who was able to make him feel truly happy, loved and accepted. Before you started dating, he was so worried that you would leave him sooner than later, or that anything bad would happen to you if he let you enter in his life so deeply... and he was also terrified of falling in love with you, because then it would too late for him to turn back.
It was already 1 am, and you had no messages, calls or even a sign that he was still alive.This was pure torture. You were trying to hold your tears back so hard, not wanting to feel weak once you let them fall, but it was inevitable for carrying so much suffering and not letting even a gasp out of your lonely and unloved body... at least that's how you felt. When you were about to turn off the lights to get ready to sleep, so you could refresh your mind and relax a little bit, you suddenly heard your front door being calmly knocked. It was strange since David would always use his keys to enter your house, but you had been missing him way too much to think properly, so without thinking twice, you got out of bed and ran as quickly as you could to open the door for him... or at least that's what you wished.
"David!" you instantly called your lover's name, not having time to react once you realized it wasn't him.
"Sorry honey, David is not coming soon." with a maniac grin planted on his creepy face. That was all the stranger said before you felt a strong knock on your head, making you instantly fall unconscious.
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A few hours passed when you were finally able to open your eyes. Your entire body was sore and shaking from the freezing weather, and you could feel your own blood dripping down your forehead where the agressor had beaten you; your arms and legs were tightly tied with some cheap rope, and the only thing you were sure about was that you were inside someone else’s house.
"Where the fuck am I?! GET ME OUT OF HERE NOW!" you screamed as loud as you could, hoping that someone would check up on you, so you could at least recognize the person who abducted you. You then heard excited whispers from a man saying: "She's awake!!", and you couldn't help yourself, but to feel disgusted and utterly scared of what could happen...
"Well, well, the sleeping beauty has already come to her senses!" an old woman entered the barely lit room you were currently being kept hostage, and you didn't hesitate to express your confusion.
"What the... who are you? Where the hell is your ass-hatted companion?" you blantantly asked, referring to the man who you saw previously at your front door. Out of the sudden, you felt a hard slap on your face, leaving a red mark behind.
"Fuck you, you crazy bitch!" you screamed at her, feeling a burning and painful sensation on your left cheek, spreading slowly all over your face.
"Watch your mouth, girl! Only because you're detective's whore doesn't mean you can say whatever you want! Here and now you will respect and obey me, until your sweet, handsome boyfriend comes find you. Then, I'll torture and kill him right in front of you... I mean, that is if he notices your absence at all." she started to laugh exaggeratedly at your face, her words hurting and cutting deeper than a sharpened kitchen knife. You turned your face away from the crazy lady, trying to cover your suffering and heavy tears from her... but it was useless.
"Aww, did I hit a soft spot, honey?" she pretended to be worried about you, moving closer to you and hunching over next to you, making you find the perfect opportunity to spit right onto her maniacal face. "Ughh, you fucking bi-"
"Wait!" the stranger who seemed to be the one who abducted you, interrupted her. You both looked at him confused, not understanding why he stopped her from beating you.
"Let me do it. I want to beat that fuck-head's girlfriend." the abductor approached you slowly, rolling up his sleeves excitedly before you felt the first punch of many on that night.
"Good job, boy. Entertain yourself while the detective wastes his precious time looking for that bitch instead of the kids." the psychotic woman said, casually, like what she just said wasn't an devilish plan at all. She must be so used to do this... poor children... if only I could save them like David does..., you devastatingly thought to yourself.
"How can you hurt the poor childrens who are so innocent compared to your disturbed mind?! How can you get pleasure out of it, you sick BASTARD?!!" you screamed with all the strenght you had in your throat and lungs. Oh, how you wished to kill those two pieces of trash with your own hands...
"You don't understand..." the man tried to excuse himself from the horrifying crimes he enjoyed so much to commit.
"OF COURSE I DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND, AND I NEVER WILL!! THEY ARE JUST CHILDREN, FOR FUCK SAKE!!" your lungs were burning by now, and your stinging tears were uncontrollably running down your beaten and sore bruised cheeks.
"Let her spill all that anger out of her chest, honey. We don't want her to get exhausted already." she smirked wickedly at you. "She will be our guest for a long time..."
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Two days had passed, and you were still in that dark, small torture room that was once just a casual room. They barely fed you and offered you water to drink, causing your lips and mouth to be tremendously dry. Your face was covered in bruises and cuts, some deeper than others, yet they all bled and hurt like hell. You had lost track of how much time had passed that night. All you knew, was that you were suddenly awaken by a strong, yellow light and some little girl's deafening screams and pleading cries.
"Please, let me go!!" the poor young girl pleaded, yet no pleads of her were enough to stop the devil himself, also known as the owner of the house you were currently on.
"I brought you company!" she then carelessly pushed the little girl to the rigid ground. "Seems like your boyfriend is getting suspicious, so while I distract him, you two will remain shut before I kill you all. He’ll be the first one to go, surely." she smiled once again, before closing the door harshly. David is here?
The innocent girl cried harder when she heard the door being closed roughly, and since you didn't want anything bad to happen to both of you or to your boyfriend, you did your best to calm her down.
"It's ok sweetheart, I'm here with you now, you don't have to feel alone anymore. I promise I won't let anything bad to happen to you from now on, ok?" you sounded like your boyfriend and that thought made you smile weakly for an instant. The girl was still absurdly scared, all her trust and hope in human kind being completely destroyed by the terror she had been through at such a young age, which was totally understandable. She stepped back away from you when you tried to reach for her small and fragile hand, since you had managed to get your hands free by patiently untying the tight ropes like David had taught you. It was a technique you used in emergency situations, and this was one of them. He always prepared you for the worse, teaching you everything he had learned, so you could save yourself when he's not capable and things like this would eventually happen. You immediately withdrew your hand by instinct, but you weren't one to give up so easily.
"Can you... can you tell me your name..?" come one Y/n, you can do better than this. "I'm very hurt too... you see? So my only intention here is to get both of us out of here... she is a very bad woman, but I am not. You know, I'm detective's girlfriend who is looking for you since... the beginning. And your father is helping him! They are our saviors, so they will rescue us from this ugly place very soon." you kindly explained to her, trying to give her some faith and remind her of her family... remind her that this wasn't her reality. The world out there, united with her family and friends, is where she truly belongs. She looked at you intensely, and you could finally see some light of hope in those big, gorgeous eyes. Once again, you remembered your stunning lover and the loving stares he would give you all the time, the ones that never failed to give you goosebumps all over your skin.
"Is... is my father looking for me..?" she finally spoke to you. If you didn't know it was coming from her, you could swear that her voice belonged to an angel because of its sweetness and innocence. You almost let heartbreaking tears escape your tired eyes... but you had to remain strong for her.
"Of course, darling. He loves you so, so much, and he would never forget or give up on you." for the thousandth time, you remembered your sweet and lovely boyfriend again, and on how you deeply craved to hear those reassuring words come out of his mouth, instead. A moment of silence was installed for a few seconds, before she decided that trusting you should be probably the best, yet the only option available.
"I'm... I'm Anna by the way..." she whispered shyly, or should I say still afraid and suspicious. You then offered her the most gentle smile you could give in response.
"You have such a beautiful name, Anna. I'm Y/n, and I'm so glad to meet you. Of course I would prefer to meet you in any other circumstances, but..." you needed to change the subject urgently: she was just a child, so she wouldn't get your sarcastic comment like others would. "What about we all get a delicious ice-cream once we get back home, huh? You, your family, me and... my... boyfriend." you hesitate a little bit, still hurt because of your boyfriend’s behavior in the last few weeks. Why was he taking so long to save us?
"Yummy, ice-cream!" she said excitedly, yet you could notice how tired she still was.
Tired of waiting, you finally decided to use the technique you had learned that previously had helped your hand's blood flow properly in your veins, by successfully untying the ropes out of her sore wrists. The poor kid's hands must be so badly hurt as well...
"Come here, sweetie." you untied the old ropes that were restraining your leg's movements in case someone came in unexpectadly, that way you could defend you both. You then helped her by untying her own ropes and when you did, you suddenly heard a gun shot.
Anna started to scream while covering her ears, and you instinctively pulled her near you to protect her from the horrors outside. Out of nowhere, the door was abruptly opened and the old lady came up being extremely stressed. Your first instinct was thinking that Loki had been shot by her, so all your courage and hope had vanished in a single second.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!!!" you shouted at her and ran in her direction to beat her up as hard as you could without fearing the consequences, when suddenly you felt a hard sting in your arm: she pricked you with a needle that contained a drug that causes a person to have a heart attack in the next few hours or even minutes, if they aren't correctly treated urgently.
"Goddammit!" you then felt extremely dizzy and fell to the ground. The last thing you saw before falling unconscious, was David entering the room and putting the evil woman on the ground, trying to arrest her with any gentle manners, before she managed to pull a gun from her pocket and shoot herself, and Anna's screams for your name... however, you were too nauseaus to distinguish if all of that was really happening, or if it was just a hopeful hallucination of yours.
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"Y/N!! Please baby, don't you dare to die on me... please wake up... FUCK!" David was starting to be quickly consumed by pure despair, shaking you to no end, hoping you would open your eyes in his arms and return to him, safe and sound: he had finally found you and Anna after spending the worst week of his life, but even then he still couldn't feel utterly relieved. He then grabbed the two of you carefully, and drove you to the nearest hospital.
"Please Y/n, stay with me, do you hear me?! I will not let you leave me that easily... please honey..." he was talking more to himself since you couldn't respond, and his distressed tears were difficulting his vision and eventually his driving, which wasn't a good thing at all.
"Don't worry detective, she will be fine... your girlfriend is a really strong woman." the young girl tried to calm the desperate and protective boyfriend, just like you did with her a few minutes ago, and he couldn't help but feel so proud of you, yet guilty for being so focused on work lately, instead of giving you the attention you so dearly deserved from him...
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Hours passed and you were still in the hospital, unconscious. Loki didn't know what to do to himself... he wanted to punch himself so hard for letting this happen to you. And if there was a possibility that you could switch roles, you would have been awake a long time ago.
This was his worst nightmare, to let his work interfere with your relationship in the worst way possible. He didn't want to leave your side for anything: even with the doctors insistence, he threatened to arrest them all if they didn't let him be with you until you woke up, and believe me when I say he was pretty convincing. His strong, tattooed arms were supporting his heavy, anxious and furious mind on top of his legs, they had been shaking for hours now, non-stop. He felt so, so guilty, and he didn't think he could ever forgive himself for almost losing the love of his life because of his negligence... and, on top of that, knowing that he was so distant and careless with you in your probable last days. Out of nowhere, he heard a muffled sound of pain, making him instantly look up at you and ran to your side. His heartbeat increased at a speed which he didn't think it was even possible for a single human being to handle without having a stroke right then and there.
"Honey..?" he called for you, his eyes inevitably watering for the hundredth time that night. You never saw him crying before, so it surprised you to see his eyes glistening. You struggled to keep your eyes opened, because of the strong light that illuminated your hospital room, but when your vision finally adjusted itself and you looked at him for the first time in the last few days, it was like you were seeing God himself.
"Is this heaven..?" you asked confused, making him laugh softly. Only you could rip a smile from him in such a bad situation like this one.
"No honey, this is pure reality. You are at the hospital, but I'm here with you now." he firmly grabbed your fragile and bruised hands into his much bigger ones, and looked at you like you were about to get married.
"Are you... crying?" you asked, feeling worried when you noticed, once again, his eyes being much brighter because of the fresh tears that wanted so badly to come out. He immediately wiped them away with the back of his hand, making you laugh. Your man never liked to show his emotions to anyone, not even to you. Well, at least he tried his best not to show them to you.
"Just got uh.. something inside my eye..." he tried to find a valid excuse, but since you knew him too well, he ended up giving up. He then offered you the most reassuring smile at you, only for you to gladly return it. However, his smile didn't last too long once he realized the severity of your state, it started disappearing slowly while his hands grabbed yours even harder this time, his eyes never leaving yours while analyzing your face so carefully.
"Oh God... what did I do to you..." this time, he wasn't able to contain himself, yet he didn't care anymore to show you how hurt he really was. It was too much guilt for just one man to carry on his shoulders and heart, no matter how strong he was.
"Don't." you immediately exclaimed and he looked at you curiously. "What happened was not your fault, do you understand me? It could happen to anyone."
"No! " he exclaimed. "If I was there with you instead of wear out my mind with this fucking case..."
"Baby, stop. It's your job and you saved that innocent girl. If it weren’t for you, she could have been dead by now." your tone was serious, and he understood that you were the only thing trying to make him not be so hard on himself.
"But..."
"No "but's", David. You are our savior. And I couldn't be prouder of you..." you smiled at him, yet he didn't return it. An intense exchange of emotional glares, and a thoughtful, tense silence was planted for a few, long seconds.
"If... if we weren't together, nothing would have happened to you... I prefer to know that you're safe and healthy with another man, than..." he didn't have sure on what he was saying, it was too much to process... but there was one thing he was sure of: he wouldn't allow anything bad happen to you from then on.
"Don't you dare saying that again, David Loki. You are the man who I love with my whole being, more than anything, and I would give my own life to save you if it was the case. And I don't care how many times I have to be abducted to prove how much I want to be with you for the rest of my life." you never spoke so seriously in your life, and you genuinely meant every word you just said. You just couldn't live without him anymore.
"What the hell did I do to deserve you..?" he carefully approached you, giving you a slow, yet most passionate kiss you had shared in a long time, while soflty grabbing your head between his cold hands. His lips were dry, yet tasted like sweet honey, like they always did.
"Detective Loki- oh, I'm so sorry!" Anna's mother entered the room, feeling ashamed for interrupting your romantic moment.
"No problem, Miss Dover. Do you need something from me?" he seriously asked, getting immediately into the hardworking Detective Loki character.
"Actually, I wanted to thank you for all you did to-"
"Y/n!!" Anna ran towards you as soon as her eyes landed on your weak body. She hugged you carefully, so she wouldn't hurt you, and you instantly felt you heart melting inside your chest.
"Heyy Anna! I'm so happy to see again, my bravest girl!" she offered you a toothy grin, and you were mesmerized by the change of energy that you only knew from her back in that horror house. Both of her mother and your charming boyfriend looked at your and the girl's interaction, not expecting for you to become so close to each other.
"Can we go eat an ice-cream now, like you promised?? I'm so hungry!" she asked excitedly, her eyes filled of hope and joyful.
"She needs to rest, sweetie. Maybe another time. Anyway, thank you so much, detective, for finding my daughter." he nodded to her and then she looked at you with a kind smile in her face. "And thank you for protecting my daughter from those monsters, Y/n. I'll be eternally grateful for the two of you. I hope you get better soon." she thanked the two of you, before leaving the room with her daughter, to give you two some privacy.
"Bye Y/n!" the girl happily said goodbye to you.
"Bye sweetheart, see you soon!" you responded back, seeing her leaving the room right after her mom.
"She really likes you." your boyfriend said to you, wanting to make you feel better since he knew how overwhelming you felt everytime someone thanked you.
"Yeah, I guess..." you laughed. "She kept me company in there, you know? We helped each other so we didn't feel so lonely anymore..." you looked at your fingers while shyly playing with them, hoping that he would understand your attempts of silently saying how hurt you were. You then felt him coming in your direction and sitting right beside you.
"Sweetheart... I'm so, so sorry for letting you feel like you were alone... I was so stressed about work, and I didn't want to discharge everything on you..." he truly seemed regretful of his actions, so of course you would forgive him since he was such a honest man. But you needed to let him know how hurt you felt by his lack of attention and affection with you. "I love you so much, honey... I... I can't imagine my life without you anymore. I would be so lost..." his voice sounded extremely weak at his final words, since he tried to hold back his cry once again.
"I love you too, baby. So, so much..." you caressed his barely shaved cheek and kissed him softly on the lips. When you broke the kiss so you could stare at him properly, you hugely smiled at him out of nowhere.
"What?" he smiled back.
"Nothing. I was just thinking that maybe..."
"Maybe what?" he seemed really curious about what you were about to say. You continued to look at him while bitting your lower lip softly, wanting to see and memorize his reaction by what you were about to suggest.
"Maybe... we could have a baby of our own?" you calmly and very carefully said, not wanting to scare him away. His reaction was expressless, which scared you a little bit.
"Babe, I don't know... what if... what if something happens to our child?" he already started to worry and get stressed.
"You will never live your life if you keep thinking about the worst, on what could happen or not. Think more about you and your happiness... think more about us. With a baby in our arms." this time, his smile expanded until a big toothy grin was revealed on his gorgeous face.
"You're absolutely right. We definitely should have our own princess." he lovely glared at you, kissing your hands with the most gentle kiss he could afford.
"Or prince... Who knows."
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