Media - Lockwood & Co.
Character - Anthony Lockwood
Couple - Anthony X Reader
Reader - Y/n
Rating - 12
Word Count - 1302
Anthony sat on the couch reading his paper, looking through the articles for leads or interesting things of note. The house around him was quiet and peaceful, with merely the gentle sounds from the street outside and the humm of the boiler moving water through the old house. George was off visiting family for a few weeks, so the house was merely Anthony and Y/n.
The front door opened, revealing Y/n in her work uniform with her hair falling from a bun. She tossed her keys by the door and began to make her way inside. As much as Anthony didn’t like that Y/n worked anywhere but Lockwood & Co. They did have to be realistic, someone had to pay the bills, and paranormal work is not a steady income. So, Y/n had a regular job at a local supermarket to keep them afloat.
Anthony glanced her way, "Hey Y/n, how was the shift?" he called, he could tell she was pretty tired from that dead look in her eyes,
Y/n did not answer; she simply walked to the couch, bumping into the armrest before she fell down face first onto the couch, her head landing perfectly in Anthony's lap where she nuzzled and bundled herself up.
Anthony chuckled, shaking his head. His hand landed on the back of her head and he pulled her hair fully from the bun and started to play with her hair as she nuzzled, "Bad day, I take it?" he asked softly as he began braiding a part of her hair, knowing she loved it when he did it.
She grumbled and nodded,
"Want me to make you your pasta for dinner?"
She shook her head, "No… Pasta will make me all bloated. I do not wish to bloat on my day off tomorrow."
He hummed, nodding, "What about some soup and sandwiches then? I can make one with chicken broth to really help you feel better. You always feel better after the soup I make, don't you?" he asked softly as he gently pushed a strand of hair out of her face,
"… Not in a soupy mood…"
Anthony nodded again, "All right, how about I make you some of that chicken and rice you like so much then?" He suggested, "I just want to make sure you have a good meal and can rest properly."
She nodded slowly. "Yes, please…"
He smiled, looking down at her, nodding "Alright. Do you want to stay here and watch me cook? Or go nap in my bed?" he asked, the two had a bad habit of just sleeping in Anthony’s bed, mostly because it was the closest when Y/n was too tired to walk all the way up to her own room.
"Watch you cook…"
He smiled and gently moved her off his lap, grabbing a pillow for her "Just get nice and comfy, ok?"
He said before moving to the kitchen, pulling out a pan and getting to work, "So, How was work?"
"Miss Potters was back." She yawned, pulling a blanket over her legs,
"… no… not… Again?!" he asked with a small chuckle and a smile, "let me guess… she wants some random item that doesn’t exist?"
"Mhm. pre-buttered bread"
He shook his head, laughing "At least we'll never be out of work"
“I know…”
Anthony nodded, smiling as he started to finish up the food, “I am proud of you, Y/n, and I appreciate you. I really, really do.”
She nodded "Mhm…" She grumbled, nuzzling into the pillow and blanket like a little cocoon. “Thank you, Anthony,”
Anthony smiled at her "Just go to sleep, Y/n." he said sweetly, knowing she was pretty much out already, so he sat in the chair, watching over her,
"Samuel Walker came in again today. Everyone else was busy." She grumbled
Samuel Walker was the same age as them, and they unfortunately had a long history with him. For as long as they'd known the guy, he'd been a creep. But since Y/n started their work here, he would come in regularly. He acted like her kindness in her job was her flirting with him and always felt he owed her something. More than once, police had been called about him, and Anthony had put himself between him and Y/n on a lot of occasions. Anthony's shoulders tensed as she spoke, his head bowing forward, "he… he didn't say or do anything rude to you, right?.." Anthony was really protective of Y/n and didn't like any guy getting an attitude with her, but Samuel always seemed to irk him more than anyone else.
"He came in to see Michael about the Night Shift janitorial job." She said, "… He slapped my ass when he passed me in the hall…"
And with that, Anthony's temper boiled over, his hands clenched, and he had to set down the food, "he did… he… I'm going to kill him…" he muttered, turning to look at Y/n and making sure she wasn't injured or upset "I'm so sorry Y/n… you shouldn't… you should never have to deal with anything like that… or anything at all with that creep. He is lucky I wasn't here today… have you said it to Michael yet?…"
she nodded
His body relaxed slightly, but he was still furious, "Good… good.. that's good, love. I'll have to ask him what he's gonna do about this… I'm sorry I wasn't there for you today…" he muttered as he reached out taking her hands, "promise me you'll start carrying the stuff I bought you for Christmas this year. It can be… really important if he ever comes back again…"
"I promise." She whispered,
"and I'm sorry I just… I care about you… alot. I don't want some creep hurting my Y/n… you deserve better than that, sweetheart." he muttered, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head.
She Blushed, "Since when was I 'your' Y/n?"
He moved back, chuckling softly "Since the day we met, you have always been my Y/n. You were my Y/n the day we met in the sandbox, and you were my Y/n when we were in school, and you'll still be my Y/n when we're old and grey and senile"
Y/n blushed hard and nuzzled her nose on his
He smiled at her, giving a soft chuckle as he pressed his nose back to hers.
She playfully pushed him away and got up, she took her food and slowly began to eat. "Aren't you eating?" She asked, looking at his lack of food
He chuckled softly, looking up from her "Ohno… I've already eaten, love. I made this all for you"
She nodded, accepting his answer as she slowly ate. "It's really good. You make good food …"
He smiled and nodded "I'm glad you like it, I wanted to spoil you so you can just relax after your shift. I know they can be difficult, and so I like taking care of you. just like I know you like taking care of me," he said softly, rubbing her back gently before he moved to wash the dishes he'd used.
She watched him as he washed the dishes, and she finished up her food. She tried to wash her single dish and spoon herself, but he took it.
"ah, a h, you go relax. I can handle the cleaning," he said, gently pushing her hand back when she tried to grab it, "you've had a long shift and need rest, Y/n. I'll handle everything."
She sighed but accepted it. "Anthony?"
He smiled and looked back at her "Yes, love?"
"Thank you for dinner." She smiled, standing up on her tiptoes to give his lips a little peck before she went back to the couch and her blanket,
his face immediately turned red from the peck, and he stumbled over his words for a moment before saying, "N-no problem!.." he turned back to do the dishes before he could make any more of a fool of himself.
note: I'm sorry this is so short ahhhh!! I had to re-do this post because it kept on disappearing, I hope everything's fixed now!!
"y/n?" his voice called from far away. you couldn't see anyone, it was so dark, but you could definitely make out his voice. Anthony Lockwood had found you.
the relief you felt was indescribable.
"Lockwood?" you muttered, still not able to open your eyes
"shit, y/n" Lockwood said
now you couldn't just hear him, but feel his touch too. he was holding your shoulders. you slowly opened your eyes and were met with the concerned Anthony Lockwood.
he helped you to sit up, your back leaning against the kitchen counter, while he took the glass of water from off the sink, you had filled, before you had passed out. he passed it to you, and helped you steady your hand while you drank
"what happened, y/n?" he put the glass down on the ground beside you and tried feeling your forehead.
the dried blood was all over your face. it reeked from a little cut right at your eyebrow. you thought it would be fine. but being awake all day and then taking a hit to the head seemed to have been enough to send your body to sleep
"oh" you said, touching the cut and noticing that the blood hadn't dried yet. you couldn't have been out for long. "just a little run in with a ghost. looks worse than it is"
"I found you passed out on the kitchen floor. blood everywhere, for a short second I thought you were-" he didn't finish his sentence. he just looked down ashamed
you leaned forward, knowing the story of his family's loss. "oh, Lockwood" you muttered, softly touching his cheeks.
he looked up and found your eyes. your smile was familiar, and his heartbeat rested upon your sight. he couldn't imagine life without you
"promise me to not ever go out alone when its dark"
"yes, I promise"
"good" Lockwood leaned forward and embraced you in a hug.
you spent a few more minutes sitting on the floor and talking about unimportant things, before he helped you to go to bed. spending the night sleeping on your couch, even aftr you had told him, that you'd be glad to share the bed. Lockwood was always a gentleman
also that scene where lockwood is taking care of her wound… he was looking at her lips AND SHE DID THE SAME THING. there’s just so much little details that i love about their relationship… also the song : "…damn… could’ve been…" JUST TELL ME THIS ISNT THEM WITH ALL THE ANGST and the "i love you but you’re really stupid sometimes"
im thinking about them every day and night im not joking i just keep on editing them and i think i need help
