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fictional-addiction · 11 months

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I'm Not Really Here. (Pt.1)

Relationship: Anthony Lockwood x Fem!Reader

Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, reader whump

Requested: no

Word count: 1.6k

Part: 1/2

Summary: A mission goes terribly wrong. You and Anthony are left to face the consequences. !! PART 1 OF 2 !!

Warnings: swearing, blood, angst, creeps

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It’s cold.

That’s the first thing to come to your mind as your vision swirls and flickers before you.

Something is cold.

Blood rushes to your ears as you try to lift your head, pounding headache pressing against your temples.

A very specific something on you is cold.

You try to lift your arms to support your head as the wail of your thoughts echo too loudly to focus.

Your wrists are cold.

And then, there’s a new thing that you become aware of. A sound.

Clink. Clink.

Where is it coming from?

Dazily, you’re finally able to pull your head up. Eyes closed as you try and still the intense roar grating through your mind.

God, why can't you move? And what the hell is that sound?

You shift.

Clink. Clink.

You shift again.

Clink. Clink.

It’s now when you realise that you’re not alone. At least, you can’t be.

Because you can’t be the one who handcuffed your wrists to the back of a chair.

Clink. Clink.

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"..think we should start the process of extracting immediat…"

A voice faded into the room, trailing off as you twisted your head slightly to catch a glimpse of who had walked into the room.

The voice belonged to a rather… imposing man, whose stature simply towered over yours as he leant down, acrid breath mingling close to yours. Eyes, darker than a raven's feathers, gleamed cruelly under the flickering lights.

You wrinkled your nose distastefully as his scent overwhelmed you.

His mouth stretched into a wicked grin, revealing a mouthful of surprisingly brilliantly white teeth.

Odd.

He pulled back, and you're finally able to breathe the somewhat cleaner air as he turned to his accomplice.

"Bring in the other one."

The feeble, puny accomplice scuttled towards the door, squeaking out a tiny, "yes sir!" as he backed away and disappeared behind the rotting wood.

Your eyes followed him out, before returning to the large, unpleasant figure before you.

Your head continued to pound.

At least you could see better.

You weren't sure if that was necessarily a good thing.

A familiar voice echoed from the passage.

"...et go! Once my fellow agents realise I'm gone, you'll really have it the.."

Suddenly it was no longer just your wrists that were cold. Deep fear began to settle itself in every limb.

The voice was right by the door now.

"..y're top notch agents! Best in their field, you won't stand a chance-"

Your skin prickled with nerves. Please, no, don't let it be-

The door swung open to reveal the voice.

"-at all! Especially Y/n, you'll never be able to capture her a-"

The voice broke off.

You stared at the shoes of the voice, dread pooling in your stomach.

"Y/n," the voice breathed.

You dragged your eyes from the floor to meet the voice's, praying that by some miracle, it just happened to be someone who sounded just like him, and somehow also wore the exact same scuffed business shoes with the little jam stain on the laces.

Your hopes were immediately dashed.

Lockwood's face seemed to be stuck in an expression of shock as he took in your appearance. You weren't really sure what you looked like, but the taste of something dirty; something metallic, on your tongue told you that something must look... wrong.

You could barely look him in the eyes. Would he be upset? Afraid? Disappointed?

Instead you swept your gaze over his own appearance - he didn't look too bad. Some bruises on his wrist from being gripped by the man's accomplice, and a split lip seemed to be the only injuries.

You visibly relaxed. The man caught on to that.

He stalked closer.

"Bring him here." he commanded.

The weasel of an accomplice squeaked, jerking his prisoner forwards. Lockwood stumbled on the uneven floor as he was pushed towards the man.

He slowly turned to look at the young man.

You knew Lockwood was too proud to back down from confrontation. But still, you prayed that he wouldn't make eye contact with him.

"And now who may you be, sir? I would expect you know who Y/n and I are, what business do you have with us?"

Briefly closing your eyes, you let out a small groan.

Lockwood stared boldly into the man's eyes. Not a flicker of expression, besides defiance, could be found on his features.

The man sneered down at him.

"Eh, here's Anthony Lockwood in th' flesh, yeah? Big ego, smart aleck, naive fucker of an agent."

Lockwood's eyes flickered dangerously.

"I wouldn't say naive; more so subtle in the art of deflecting blame and avoiding situations like these." he replied.

The man guffawed. "Couldn't avoid this one, eh?"

"Well, if you would just enlighten me on why you have Y/n and I in this dingy basement, we could resolve this a lot faster. It'll be like we were never here."

At the sound of your name, your head snapped up from where it had been lolling as your headache worsened.

A laugh.

"Ah, she's proper 'wake now, hey? Shall we get started then?"

Your vision pulled in and out of focus as you struggled to follow what was being said.

"I…" you rasped.

Thwack.

"Answer the goddamn question."

Lockwood bit his lip to prevent from asking you if you were okay. He knew that if he showed his worry, they would capitalise on that.

Your face stayed stoic as you spat on the floor next to you, cheek flaming from the contact.

Raising your eyes to the man, you glared.

"Yes." you grated out.

With a curt nod, the man grabbed Lockwood's arm and motioned for his accomplice to bring him a chair, which he then shoved the young agent onto. He then turned to you, dragging your chair across the cobblestone floor to face Lockwood's, the screeching of wood on stone echoing throughout the dank room.

Once he let go of your chair, he beckoned his accomplice towards a long wooden table at the back, where they began to murmur under their breath.

Metal clinked and scraped.

You hesitantly brought your eyes to meet Lockwood's.

'I'm so sorry,' you mouthed. 'The mission didn't go as planned. They caught me as I was leaving their office.'

He nodded, mouth twisting in dismay. You knew he was hiding his disappointment in his failed plan. Anthony Lockwood was nothing short of a perfectionist, and took immense pride in his mission plans. You knew this was a setback he'd take upon himself as his fault - something you would constantly try to convince him not to.

But now was no time for regrets. Not when the man had strided back over to them with a hand behind his back.

He stopped with a rather loud thud of his boot against the stone.

"Well. Two- no, one agent who owes me," he squinted at Lockwood, "and one agent who got in my way."

"He," the man gestured towards Lockwood, "is in serious debt with me, you see. And you.." he leaned over your chair, lips ghosting over your cheek, "you, little lady, you're just for fun…"

You flinched away, and his mouth stretched into a terrifying grin.

Lockwood strained to keep his hands to himself. You flashed your eyes warningly at him, but to no avail. He sprung up and forcefully shoved the man away from you.

"Get away!" he ground out.

The man stumbled backwards, the remains of his smile ghosting his face.

"Ah.. the little man is protective of this one. Cliff!" he barked. "Get that sheet and tear off a piece. Lockie here seems to have issues keeping his goddamn hands to himself."

The accomplice, who now had a name, scurried towards the man, clutching a strip of material which he swiftly bound around Lockwood's wrists, securing them to the back of the chair - despite the young man's struggles.

Once Cliff ensured there was little chance of the material knot slipping apart, he backed away to the corner of the room by the wooden table, head bowed.

The man, who had easily recovered from Lockwood's forcible shove, advanced towards him with a rather dangerous glint in his eye. The clink of metal behind his back sent a chill down your spine, pulling you from your hazy state once again.

Struggling against the bonds, Lockwood glared fiercely up at the man.

"No matter what you do," he grinded out. "I can take it. I don't care what the hell you do to me. I. Don't. Owe. You. Bloody. Anything," he cursed, his voice laced with threats.

The man's lips curled into an unforgiving smirk.

"Oh, I know," he said, leering closer to Lockwood's face. "That's why I'm doing it to her."

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Your blood ran cold.

To… you? What was he planning to do?

Lockwood's eyes widened ever so slightly. "No. No, she's of no worth to you, she has nothing to do with thi-"

He was abruptly cut off by the man. "Ah, but Lockie, you said so y'self - Y/n is your best agent. Now, wouldn't it be a fine day if I could get my money, and a pretty, pretty girl mess a'ound with?"

His voice dripped with sleaze, and you cringed away from it on instinct.

Lockwood saw your eyes close, and he knew what you were trying to do. You always did this when you were afraid, or fearful; close your eyes and try to convince yourself that you weren't really there.

I'm not really here. I'm not really here. I am NOT really here. You chanted in your mind.

The man's putrid breath grazed over your face, and you cracked one eye open to find him staring face to face with you.

It didn't work.

"Ooh, the princess is fin'lly awake again. Ready to start, princess?" he taunted.

Your eyes flicked open, full of hatred and discontent.

"Good."

The metal clinked behind his back once again, but this time, he brought it out to show you and Lockwood what it was.

"Well. Two li' agents who owe me. Now, which one wants to go first?"

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also P.S apologies if there's grammer/writing errors😭

omg heyy my little raviolis and various pasta noodles,

how are you?! it's been so long and im SO SORRY. life is such a crazy deck of cards with wild twists and turns and unexpected trips to supermarkets at 12am cause you're craving ice cream. so valid tbh

anyhoozals

I MISSED YOU!! and I've seen the requests and I promise that I will be answering those. xoxo

i hope this will tide you over till then though😌

have a good day/night,

- fictional_addiction (yes this is hufflepuff-haze still, changed my acc name!) 💛

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#anthony bloody lockwood #anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood is a hazard #angst #imagines #hurt/comfort #anthony lockwood x you #anthony lockwood x fem!reader #blood #chaos rambles #lockwood and co #lockwood x reader #lockwood and co x reader #lockwoodandco #love you <3

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chaos-from-basil · 5 months

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“God doesn’t make mistakes.” Wrong. God made wisdom teeth

#wisdom teeth #tw religion #tw christianity #chaos rambles #chaos and his spicy christianity

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chaosandwolves · 2 months

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Does anyone else feel 😬 about their old fics?

I feel like my writing improved even within the last two months and when I read snippets from my old already posted ones I just see what I should've changed and doesn't sound good

I feel like that's very normal, that's why I don't delete my first posted fic, also cause I know there is always someone out there who really appreciates it

But when ppl read those older ones I'm like... I swear my writing has improved!

#fanfic authors #fanfic writing #That's probably why I'm stuck in an editing loop with some fics instead of posting them #Anyway #Chaos rambles

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akanesheep · 2 years

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It’s noted that Lucifer’s pride won’t allow him to say/do something. I think that is literally what happens 99% of the time. His pride literally makes him unable to speak or move his body as he wishes. He wants to grab and hold MC and whisper in their ear to stay with him and not leave for the night. But he can’t move from his desk, and all he manages is ‘Good night MC.’ He’s long since given up trying to fight it, his pride prevents any physical sign of that struggle as well. His brothers find him cold, despite their knowing how their own sins force them to comply. Mammon is the most understanding of this, as he’s closest to Lucifer. His sin is more the opposite of Luci’s. Where Luci’s pride won’t allow him to reach out for what he desires, Mammon’s hand shoots out involuntarily to snatch anything he desires, no matter how hard he tries to stop it.

I now have an image of Lucifer with something clamped over his mouth to keep him silent. In some ways he’s imprisoned inside himself.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me!#chaos rambles #lucifer obey me

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r4mch0r1c · 5 months

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i lpve that this is an actual screenshot from the show. he just did that. love him

#the devil cuphead #cuphead #chaos rambles

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you-show-me-love · 2 years

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Omg imagine Ian pranking Mickey by buying a sweater that's three sizes too big for himself so when Mickey inevitably steals it he drowns in it. And Ian laughs his ass off but also thinks his husband looks so cute. And Mickey is pissed but also super comfy so he keeps the big ass prank sweater but makes Ian wear it sometimes because he likes to see Ian's huge hands disappear into the too big fabric too. Fuck, they definitely at one point both shove into the giant sweater and cuddle up on the couch like some weird four legged monster.

#idk where this came from #chaos rambles #chaos writes #gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #shameless #ian x mickey #gallavich headcanon #I just love the idea of them messing with each other in a good natured way #though I think Mickey would be the one to take it too far every once in a while

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chaos-has-theories · 11 months

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You know those children's books with see-through pages where you can like. Layer a shark together to learn anatomy?

I kind of want one that goes

The murdered soul of planet Earth

The hollow shell where 200 dead children used to be

The body of an underfed suicidal teen

Six layers of stolen toilet paper

One rude t-shirt

#the locked tomb #nona the ninth #chaos rambles

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iamchaos1234 · 18 days

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[spoilers for all of The Owl House]

Short version: I love found family

Long version:

Eda, King, and Luz. The original three. One a witch, one a titan, one a human. Maybe King and Eda have always been close, since Eda found him on that island. But the progression of the three's bond throughout the series made me cry when I thought about it. It starts out as Luz just being a random human, a pawn they use to get back King's crown. Then Luz decided to stay, and it's quite clear Eda doesn't really care at the start. You can see how she clearly ignores Luz's wishes. But you see as season 1 goes on, Eda starts caring for her wellbeing and starts actually bonding and caring for Luz. But you really only see the full extent of Eda's newfound care for Luz in Agony of a Witch. Eda goes to save /her/ human from Lilith, despite knowing the dangers, despite knowing it was a trap, despite knowing her curse is getting worse and worse. And as her curse takes over, she thanks Luz. For being in her life. Luz fights ferociously to save Eda, stopping at nothing to save her Boiling Isles mom. Season 2, episode 1 Eda states that she uses the money they have to get special food for Luz instead of her apple blood, which she is shown to stop at nothing to get. You see the three's bond grow so much in season 2. Luz helps King through his identity crisis, and tries her very best to help him figure out who he truly is. At the end of season 2 Eda's concern for her two children is so great, she just wants them to be safe. They shouldn't have to go through this, since they are just children. But Luz is so desperate to help, to fix her mistake, to redeem herself for her part in this horror. In Clouds on the Horizon you can see Luz's concern for Eda and her plan. Both King and Luz are terrified, because Eda talks like she may never come back. After the Day of Unity when the Collector is taking King you can see just how desperate Luz is to save her found family, her brother and her mom, she wants so badly to save them, just to make sure they are okay. You can see how emotional both are, King thanking Luz, then for her wellbeing shoving her through the portal. Throughout Thanks to Them you can see all of that sadness and want and guilt well up in Luz, not even knowing if her owl mom and little brother are alright. Then, there is Watching and Dreaming. When they all reunite, they are so happy, just so thankful to see the others okay. Then there is the battle with Belos. Eda and King can only watch, as Luz saves the Collector from Belos. Which kills her, and she can't even get the words to tell them as she fades away. In the in-between realm, her inner thoughts say she should have thanked them. Just as they had to her. The absolute fury and anger from Eda and King is insurmountable. They went from a ragtag group, to a family. A true family. Their anger is so great they shift to forms we never have seen or see again, only showing themselves in their absolute despair over Luz's death. When Luz is revived their extreme joy and relief is so great, and it shows.

A witch, a titan, and a human. A mother, a son, and a daughter

Titan I love found family 😭 don't even get me STARTED on Hunter-

This has been a Chaos rant, thanks for reading ;)

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chaosandsuns · 2 years

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I’d LOVE prompt number 34 with Jonathan as a hopeless single dad and reader as Ava’s babysitter YOUR WRITING GIVES ME LIFE ILY <3

"how have you survived this long by yourself?"

Johnathan and Ava's babysitter

Johnathan Levy x Reader, no gender mentions apart from being called mommy once (not by Johnathan 😢)

Fluffy! Soft, first kiss into heated makeout sesh, kidfic (kinda)

34: "how have you survived this long by yourself?"

A.n.- not beta'd! Any mistakes are very much mine.

Johnathan walked through the door, hearing your singing drifting lazily towards the entry way from the living room, a disney song, probably one of the movies ava keeps asking to watch on repeat.

Walking into the hall, he watched you both sitting on the floor, with Ava between your legs and you brushing her hair, surrounded by dolls and plushies thrown about, still singing the same song...

"Make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine" you sing out, humming along to the nonexistant melody, Ava humming with you slightly out of tune as you start braiding her hair.

He jumps at the sudden squeak of the toy he stepped on, unaware he was growing closer to the both of you, lured by the enchanting singing.

You and Ava both look up suddenly, startled by the sudden interruption and you watch Johnathan's face flush as he sheepishly smiles, looking like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

"Oh hey, Mr. Levi! You are kinda early today, everything alright?"

"Hi! Yeah! And none of that Mr. Levi stuff, youve been babysitting Ava for 2 years now! We are way past that point" he says with a smile.

You finish braiding ava's hair quickly while she struggles to get up and run to her dad.

"DADDY!! I missed you!" She yells and hugs him as he picks her up and twirls her around, both of them laughing.

"Hey kiddo, I missed you loads aswell! How was your day? Were you being good?" He asks as he sat her down, bending down to be on eye level with her, smiling widely.

"Yes, daddy, OFCOURSE I was behaving! Im not 6 anymore!" Ava says, rolling her eyes in exasperation. So much sass in such a little body, who knew 7 year olds were this brutal! "We went to the park and played for HOURS and then we went to get ICE CREAM!!! And we got TWO SCOOPS EACH! It was so awesome!!" Ava smiled, laughing when Johnathan tickled her with a mischievous smile.

"Then we came home and watched tangled 3 times!! And then we played a bit and ate dinner and I took a bath with bubbles and then she braided my hair while singing rapunzel's song!!!" She kept gushing with excitment.

Johnathan looked up at you who stood there with crossed arms, just watching the interaction with a fond smile. "Wow, that does sound like a very fun day!" Johnathan said, still looking at you, smiling softly.

"Alright, Ava, bedtime!" You tell her, making her pout. "But daddy just came home!!"

"Its okay bean, Ill put you to bed and you can tell me all the details about what you did today, okay?" He said, hoping to get Ava to comply. "Alright daddy, lets go!" She said, taking his hand and dragging him to the bedroom.

"Dont leave yet?" Johnathan says, looking over his shoulder at you. You smile and nod "I wont, dont worry".

You start tidying up the living room and picking up all the dolls, plushies and toys strewn about when you hear laughter from the bedroom, both of them laughing about one thing or another loudly, the melodic aound making you smile softly.

A few minutes go by and you start hearing soft singing, a lullaby you didnt recognize, Johnathan's singing. Smiling, you slowly creep next to the door, listening to the soft melody.

You jolt aware when the melody stops, realising youve stood there for a few minutes, emberassed you go and sit on the couch to wait.

Johnathan comes out of the room, "she's asleep", he whispers, creeping closer to you.

"Would you like something to drink? Coffee or something stronger?" He asks once he's far enough from the bedroom door to not interrupt Ava.

"Just coffee, thanks, I still need to drive home" you say, looking at the clock. 8PM, not as late as you expected! Might be able to relax and watch a few episodes from a show before needing to go to sleep.

"There you go", he comes back with the two coffee cups and sits to the left of you on the couch, turning slightly to face you.

Taking a sip, you hum pleasantly, "You remembered how I take my coffee?"

"Of-course I did!" He smiles a small warm smile, looking down at his cup in... Embarassement?

"Well, this is perfect. Thank you, thats very kind of you", you say, hoping to make him feel less flustured about the whole ordeal, smiling warmly up at him, as he beams back at your comment, seemingly relieved.

"So, Ava couldnt stop talking about how much youve done today with her! Park and ice-cream with TWO SCOOPS? You are spoiling her lately."

"No, not spoiling, just taking her out for a fun girls day, you know? She deserves them once in a while, she is doing great at school so far and she's just really a great kid" you say, staring off and smiling softly as you reminisce over the memories of the day. She looked so happy and her eyes practically had stars bursting out of them at the mention of two scoops of ice-cream after the fun time at the park, and she nearly cried from happiness when she realised you knew all the words to the tangled songs.

"You know, I never had time to do that with her. After the divorce it was always just working and writing and trying to keep a head afloat, which was easier when I was just writing papers since I could do it from home but now that im teaching classes again... Im just really happy she atleast has you" he says, casting his eyes down, sheepish at seemingly not providing enough to his daughter. "It was just such a mess at work today and then I finally managed to get everything together and they had me fill in for a different professor so I couldnt go pick her up from school- what Im trying to say is that we are both grateful for you." He says, looking softly at you.

You laugh, trying to brush off the blush raising in your cheeks at his intense gaze. "how have you survived this long by yourself?" You say, jokingly, as he leans into your space more and more, gaze slowly turning into.. something more?? Does he know?

Yeah you have had a crush on Johnathan Levy since you saw the man. Anyone who doesnt is crazy, in your opinion. He wasnt only a walking adonis, carved by god himself like a marble statue, but still soft and round around the edges, not sharp enough to cut, but he was also intelligent, charming and kind. And seeing him with Ava was the last nail in the coffin.

He looks at the kid like she is his whole world, the same way he looking at your right now, with his ruffled hair and his shirt slightly open to reveal that gorgeous neck that you would very much want to taste- and you are ogling the man as he is smirking at you, seemingly aware of his affect on you. Oh no, did he say something and you didnt notice?

"What?" You ask, face heated and surely by now you look like a tomato.

"I said", he leans in, smiling smugly, holding your face in his palm, slowly entering your personal space as your eyes widen 'oh my god this is happening oh god oh god', he stops just a hair's breath away from face. "That I didnt", he whispers, the air hitting your face softly as your eyes flicker back and forth from his lips to his eyes as he does the same. "Oh fuck it" you say and grab his face, kissing him hard and its everything youve ever dreamt about. His lips are as soft and his beard even softer then you ever taught possible. His sharp inhale makes your stomach twist as he grabs the back of your head and tilts it just so and you are sure you've died and went to heaven because a kiss shouldnt feel that good and- oh god thats a tongue oh fuck that man is sure to kill you if you werent dead already.

Opening your mouth slightly, his tongue twisted into your mouth and you have no idea what he just did but that sent shivers down your back and a soft moan escapes your lips. He slid one hand down to your lower back, the other still on your nape, playing with the hairs there as he turns even more on the sofa and slides a hand under your shirt, your own hands frantic, sliding in his hair and tugging softly, earning a deep groan, the other untucking his shirt from his pants and touching the expanse of skin uncovered there that you want to taste for so long and-

"Daddy?"

You both jump apart like you were burnt, Johnathan's glasses askew on his face, hair mussed and you surely look as wrecked if not more.

He keeps his face close to yours, smiling sheepishly, "Hey Kiddo, You okay?" He breaths out, chuckling softly like a teenager caught making out with their girlfriend by his mom bursting into the room.

He looks at your eyes before leaning left, looking at Ava, still not taking his hands off your body. "Whats up, bean? Had a nightmare?" He asks, smiling softly at her as you sit there mortified at what just happened.

You just kissed Johnathan Levy. The Hot Dad™ that you kept telling your friends about. And then the kid who you babysit walked in on you, probably because you were too loud.

That was too much to process and you stared off, looking down at your hands as you sit there and then notice the very obvious bulge in Johnathan's pants and Oh god you just made out with him and he liked it. A lot, from what it looks like.

"Yeah. I dreamt someone came to the house to hurt you" Ava said, sniffling, shocking you out of the deep dark and filthy place of your brain and into soft babysitter mode as you turned around to face her and stood up, walking over and hugging her tightly.

"Its okay, Avey, Its fine. Im here and I wont let anyone hurt your dad. I promise." You say softly, turning and smiling at Johnathan that looked very much shocked at your promise, eyes creased and oh no you made him and his daughter cry, this isnt going as planned!! Abort! Abort!

Johnathan seemingly breaks from his shock at the panic dawning on your face, smiling reassuredly.

You turn back to Ava, picking her up. "How about we go back to bed, and Ill stay with you until you fall asleep again, yeah?" You say, walking with her towards her room, not risking a look back again.

Ava nods against your shoulder, hugging her bunny tightly against you, still sniffling a bit.

You put Ava down on the bed, pushing hairs out of her face and covering her with her blanket again, tucking her in.

"You wanna tell me about the nightmare? Or do you want to talk about something else?" You ask, hoping to be of emotional support to her.

"I dont want to talk about the nightmare, its still scary, but were you and daddy kissing?" She asked without any shame as your face turned completely red.

"I- yeah. We were. Is that okay?" You ask, waiting with baited breath for her answer.

"Yes, thats okay. Does that mean you are going to be my new mommy? Are you gonna marry daddy? I think he will like it very much, he doesnt stop asking about you and he talks about you all the time" she says, then whispered conspiratorially "I think he likes you".

Your face burnt bright red at the thought of having Johnathan as your husband, knowing you will very much like that.

"I will need to ask your dad about that. For now thats a no on being your new mommy but I promise I will let you know if it changes, okay?" You smile and kiss her forehead.

"Okay, I trust you." Ava says sleepily, already half asleep.

You wait until you are sure that Ava is completely asleep before tip-toeing outside the room, and finding Johnathan standing in the middle of the living room, pacing back and forth, wringing his hands.

"Hey" you say softly, and he startles before seeing its you and relaxing a bit more.

"Hey!" He says, a bit loudly, looking very anxious. "So I uh, Im sorry I sort of jumped you I just really like you and I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me sometime but if not thats okay and if you have to stop babysitting Ava because now things are awkward thats okay too and I-" is all he manages to say before you walk up to him and shut him up with a kiss.

He relaxes into the kiss, nearly turning to putty in your hands when you step back and say "I would love to go on a date with you, Mr. Levi."

"You know, you really should stop calling me that, we have just made out on the couch a few minutes ago", he chuckles softly.

"Ava just asked me if I was going to be her new mommy" you say, putting your hands around his neck as he puts his hands around your lower back.

"Yeah? And what did you tell her?" He says lowly, leaning close to your face.

"That I dont think we are quite there yet, but the direction sure looks hopeful" you smile, Johanathan smiling back and pulling you in for another heavenly kiss.

"She also said you talk about me alot" you chuckle.

"Well, about that-"

#chaos rambles #johnathan levy #Johnathan Levy x reader #johnathan levy x reader #the hot dad ™#scenes from a marriage

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