Star .ᐟ

Heyy!! My name is Star (She/Her)

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You kind of forgot whatever happened that led to this very moment. You were sitting on his lap, the dim lights from the library and the soft sounds of the cars outside filling the room.

To say he was happy was an understatement. After days of intense research, filled with stress from the challenges of the new mission, no one at Portland row 35 had any time for themselves anymore.

But, nevertheless, you and Lockwood found yourselves in this position.

He kept his hands steady, one on your waist and the other cupping your face. Your hands, on the other hand, wandered through his hair, undoubtedly messing it up in a way that a sane Lockwood would despise. But between his adoration for you and his current state, he didn’t seem to mind it even one bit.

“If the source is- hmph“ You babbled on, attempting to keep at least some focus on the task at hand. But Lockwood moved his lips against yours in such a soft way, you couldn’t help but follow his lead

It didn’t feel like he was hungry, or asking something from you, but simply content in exploring what you have him. His touch was warm and soft and oh so so familiar. Sometimes, his arms felt more home than anywhere else you’ve ever been did.

“Lockwood, the- hmm- the case-“ He pushes his lips into yours once again, in an attempt to divert your attention back to him

“No- forget about the case” his words were muffled and slurred as he tried his best to speak with your lips still connected

“Fine” you admitted defeat, letting Lockwood pull you impossibly closer to him, feeling his warmth everywhere

You move your hands downwards, now playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. He feels it in his chest: your love spreading through his lungs, a feeling of ecstasy he can’t control.

You feel his teeth at first, Lockwood’s movement slowing down. Then, you hear a small giggle escape his lips.

When you pull back to look at him, he is wearing his heart out on his sleeve. The smile and look of pure adoration are undeniable, and you can barely contain your reaction to them.

A small laugh escaped your red lips, matching Lockwood’s “What are you smiling at?” You ask, your hands still playing with his hair

“Nothing, really, ‘m just happy” His expression softens and you feel his fingertips make slow movements around your waist

“Happy to be kissing me?” You suggested with a giggle, having never seen Lockwood in his state before

“I don’t care about what we’re doing, as long as I’m with you, I’m happy” His words hit your heart, and you recognized with a soft smile how much it took him to be so honest with you

“That’s so sweet” You beamed, and he stared at you, his eyes memorizing every detail of this very moment. The warmth of your body, your fingers around his hair, your gaze of absolute adoration

“However, we really have to go back to the case, so-“ before you could finish your sentence, Lockwood’s lips crashed into yours once again

He pulled you back into his arms, right where you belonged, still not ready to let go of this perfect moment. And you let him, feeling his gravitational pull on you more like anything else.

Anthony Lockwood x gn!L&co!reader

# Drabble, fluff, Lockwood in love, could be read as yearning or est. relationship, ooc Lockwood

The time he had been solely staring at you, completely frozen in his seat was beginning to be considered creepy, Lockwood thought. His fingers had even started cramping from holding his book in place for so long.

However, he still couldn’t seem to get himself together. He felt stuck, in this state of awe and, at the same time, simplicity.

It wasn’t a sight out of the ordinary. You had been living with Lockwood and Co for a few years now. Consequently, it was normal, even expected, to see you living your life like you always did. Eating in the kitchen, watering the plants in the garden, etc, etc.

So no, there wasn’t really a logical explanation for the state Lockwood found himself in. But nothing was logical with him, if everyone were to be honest.

Which makes him, stuck in a trance, watching you simply write on your notebook on the armchair next to his, the strangest and easiest thing he has ever done.

He observed you. Your eyes, skimming through words, the way your fingers held onto your pen as if it was-

“Quit staring, Lockwood” He jumped, startled at your voice breaking the silence that had taken over the living room

He laughed it off quietly, hiding his face from your gaze. Though you still managed to catch the look on his eyes.

“What is it?” You asked back, adopting the same playful stance he had

“Nothing” he said, unable to contain the grin still on his face and his blushed cheeks

“Okay,” you went back to your papers, but quickly turned to face him once again “but next time just take a picture, it’ll last longer”

He smiled at your comment, silently affirming to himself that he wished it wasn’t true. He didn’t want a piece of paper with ink to outlive this. The silent love and adoration he carried with himself everyday.

Maybe it wasn’t as common to take notice of you around the house. Maybe, if he mentioned it to Lucy or George, they would think he was crazy. It could be something only he notices, both in the noisiest and quietest moments of their daily lives. And Lockwood was completely at peace with that, with the fact that most days he acted as a planet, orbiting around its only sun.

Staring at you felt like the most natural thing in the world to him, like he was made for this and only this. Like no picture could ever last longer than his love for you.

Anthony Lockwood x kipps agency!gn!reader

“Why do you stay if you hate them so much?”

You were in the middle of putting your gloves when the words came out of Lockwood’s mouth, the black latex cold against your skin.

Your team members had just left the graveyard, their footsteps still marked on the dirt behind you. You looked up to see Lockwood, with his hands in his pockets and his gaze cutting through the mask you tried so hard to keep up.

You hadn’t even noticed that his friends had left, leaving the two of you alone, next to the grave you were meant to investigate.

“You know why” You said. Then, in a quieter tone, almost a whisper, a secret “We’ve talked about this before”

He sighed, his posture relaxing as he noticed the privacy in the moment “I just don’t like to see you being treated like that” He confessed

He took a step forward, daring to tilt his head so he could make eye contact with you.

“Lockwood…. Please” You pleaded, your wide eyes looking at him through your protective gear

You both knew damn well he couldn’t resist those eyes. He unclenched his jaw, and as if he couldn’t contain it, a hesitant smile formed in his lips “I’m sorry, I’ll drop it”

“Thank you” Your shy smile matched his. The silence between you was filled with unspoken words and lingering memories of stolen moments.

You turned away from him, both because of your shyness and the intrusive smell coming from the grave a few steps away from you.

Before the moment was completely lost, Lockwood opened his mouth and gathered all the courage he could muster to say: “I’m free tomorrow… during lunch”

“What are you suggesting?” You smirked. Admittedly, you loved seeing him all nervous and blushing, specially when you knew it was all because of you.

“I’m suggesting the coffee shop close to your dormitory, 1 p.m., lunch, just us” His eyes gazed at yours so intensely you understood why no one could ever say no to him

“It’s a date” You whispered the words like a secret just between you two (and, undoubtedly, the spirits and bodies that resided in this graveyard)

He smiled, this time a real one. “And maybe bring your agency contract, I’m sure we’ll find some legal hole in there and you can finally join us, the better and way cooler team” You giggled at his corny words

Three knocks. The soft, barely there sounds echoing through your room.

“Come in?” You sat on your bed, adjusting both the blanket and the book on your lap

The first thing you saw was bob’s wavy, messy hair. Next, his face emerged from the other side of the door, his expression shy with a hint of guilt.

“Oh, hi Bob” You smiled. Your smile, the one that made his heart do backflips inside of his chest “Is something wrong?”

“Uhm, no- well- I mean, technically, but-” He scratched his neck, embarrassed by his stutter

“It’s okay,” You reassured him, your tone steady and familiar “It’s just me”

You were right. The statement settled in his chest, making him a little less nervous.

He took a deep breath before continuing “Can I stay here? With you?”

“Of course you can” You didn’t hesitate for even a second. You moved, setting your book aside and making space for him in the bed “Did something happen?”

“No, not really” he reassured you while settling under the covers “I just- well, this is kind of embarrassing, but I just kinda felt like I needed a hug”

He looked down in an attempt to cover his face, but you didn’t let it go far, gently placing your palm against his temple and guiding his kind eyes to meet yours.

“It’s not embarrassing.” The sturdiness in your voice both calmed him and made his heart flutter at the same time “And of course I’ll give you a hug, come here”

You opened your arms and he took the invitation, embracing your body under the fluffy blankets. You don’t even know how long you stayed there, holding each other, sharing the heat of your bodies and murmuring about unimportant things. By the end of it, Bob was convinced he just discovered his new favorite place: your arms.

Anthony Lockwood x gn!reader

# Drabble, yearning, post mission shenanigans, cleaning a cut, soft Lockwood you have my heart

Warnings: mentions of a cut and blood, reader is shorter than Lockwood

“When will you stop being so reckless?” Your voice echoed through the small bathroom, cotton pads in one hand while the other holds onto the sink, keeping you balanced

You stood in front of Lockwood, the cramped space limiting your movements. You focused all your attention on the cut right above his left eye, and him, with nothing else to do, focused himself on watching you.

“I can’t really see well. Can you sit, please?” He obeyed without a word, sitting on the toilet lid and tilting his head in your direction

You carefully cleaned his forehead and eyebrow, your gentle touch leaving goosebumps on his skin. He took note of your face, your furrowed brows and wide eyes, lost in the task at hand.

“Stop staring, Lockwood” You accused, dipping the fabric in water.

He looked down, with the smirk of a child who just got caught doing something he shouldn’t be doing.

“You’re all done,” you pulled away, throwing the white tissues, now stained with an angry red, into the trash “now, you wanna tell me why you ignored that visitor coming straight at you?”

The moment changed, his pause making the air seem thicker than it was before.

“I…” He looked down, staring at his hands folded in his lap

You watched him, really watched him. You noticed his foot tapping on the mat, his uneven breathing and the tiredness in his eyes.

“Lockwood…” You bend down to get a better look at him “What happened?” you whisper into the air separating you from him

“I just-“ He looked up, locking eyes with you. He took a deep breath, not breaking eye contact “I couldn’t bear the thought of you in pain. It messes me up, okay? I can’t focus on anything else besides trying to save you”

His confession hits you right in the face, but what really makes your heart clench is the honesty in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that” He added quietly, probably after your unprompted silence took over the room

“No- I- It’s my fault, I should’ve been more careful” You confessed, guilt spreading across your body for making him feel like he needed to apologize

“What? No, If anything I’m the one who-“

“Hey,” You rested your hand on his knee, stopping the limb from nervously bouncing “thank you. For looking out for me”

“You didn’t even need me” His voice is soft but quiet, like a confession

“I’ll always need you. We’re a team, remember?”

Lockwood sighed, tired from the events of the day. and looked at you one more time, with warm eyes, before nodding and saying “Yeah, I remember”

A.n: Thank you for reading my first ever post on here!!! Soft Anthony my darling ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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