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marvelwitchergilmore · 1 year

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Wake Me Up (And Hold On To Me)

Summary: Lockwood x Fe!Reader (third person) -> She suffers with nightmares. Lockwood has a feeling he knows why she’s awake every night. So, he finally does something about it.

Disclaimer: Not specifically mentioned but characters are aged up a little more than in the show. Nightmares, angst, fluff, love etc.

Sweat dripped down her forehead as she sat up. She wouldn’t be surprised if there was a water-shadow left on her bedsheets from where she had been lay. It was worse this time. Constant running, screaming, shouting and yet…nothing but silence.

Across the room, Lucy lay fast asleep. It was like trying to wake the dead with Lucy, but sometimes she’d wake in the night and she’d lay completely still. Most times, Lucy would fall back asleep. Maybe the sounds came from outside. It was London, after all.

But not tonight.

Her screams and terrified yells hadn’t woken her roommate.

Thank god.

She took a moment to look around her.

She wasn’t in the graveyard, or at her childhood home. She was home, at Portland Row. The moon was shining it’s light into her room from the window, a small breeze flowing in from where Lucy must have lifted it open. It provided a cool breeze to her skin.

Taking a few breaths, she lifted the covers from herself and placed her feet flat on the ground, looking around her a bit more.

No ghosts. No hunters. No spirits trying to kill her and her friends.

She’s safe. She’s at home, at 35 Portland Row.

She wrung her hands over themselves for a few moments. Her heart rate was slowly lowering to a pace that didn’t feel like her heart was about to burst from her chest.

Standing after a few minutes, she was careful to avoid the creaks in the wooden floor. It didn’t take much thinking, though. This had now become second nature.

Slowing herself down, she opened up the door and closed it behind her. She took her time to admire the pictures on the wall and the feel of her home.

She’s safe. She’s home.

She felt the carpet beneath her feet, leading the familiar path to another bedroom.

This was second nature, too. Now, at least.

Before, she would turn left instead of right. She’d sit in the large arm chair, watching the moon dance its beams across the bookshelves before the sun would do the same. Finally, she would go back up stairs, take the yet again familar path to her bed, avoiding the creaks, get dressed and head downstairs for a cup of coffee.

No-one knew any different.

But Lockwood did.

He’d known for a while. Although, he didn’t know what it was exactly that kept her up. Insomnia? Too much tea? Too strong of a coffee in the day?

Wrapping her hand around the door handle, she slowly crept inside before she reached her side of the bed.

Lockwood woke for a moment. She lifted the covers and he helped her. Slipping inside, she lay with her back to his chest before she felt his arm lay across her before he took her hand in his, holding her with a gentle-yet-secure grip.

I’m here. It told her. It’s okay. You’re safe. You’re home.

The pair drifted off together, their breaths syncing as her heart beat calmed in order to match his.

If only he’d done something earlier, this could have been the solution a long time ago.

He knew something had been keeping her up. After all, whenever he woke in the night himself, he could see the light in the library from under the door. He never did anything at first. After all, they’d had a busy day. Maybe the adrenaline was still running.

But then he began to hear the phone ring - or, at least, he thought he did. One ring and the line would go dead. But, in the morning, there was a notepad filled with contact numbers and most of the research was done before they even sat down for breakfast.

She’d lie and say they called whilst he was in the bathroom. Not that they had called at 2 in the morning and she’d already been downstairs in the living room watching and old tape of Casablanca in silence.

Except, no matter how many times he’d ask if she was okay or if she had even slept, she’d simply laugh it off. Sometimes, she’d go to bed early - it was the only way she could get at least a few hours of sleep before the nightmares kicked in.

But she always made sure no-one knew; or she’d at least try. Lie still when they woke up. Act as if she was asleep on the sofa at night when they all gathered to watch a movie when in fact she was more awake than the rest of them.

However, when Lucy went away for the weekend to visit Norrie and George went to visit his mum and dad for a few days, thus leaving Lockwood and herself alone at Portland Row, there was no excaping his questions.

Lockwood had been out for most of the day, gathering and paying for more stock meanwhile she was at home fixing the shelves of the library that had recently fallen down. She’d told them time and time again that they needed new shelves. The wood was old and starting to rot.

So, with George away, it gave her enough time to reorganize and fix what needed fixing in the home without someone being in the way. As much as she loved them.

Lockwood got back around 9 and after calling out for her a few times, he went in search for her to find her fast asleep in the library. Everything was fixed and looking like new. The books still had to be shelved, but they could do that tomorrow.

Pulling the blanket from the back of the sofa, she lay it over her before switching out the light and placing the fire guard up. He didn’t exactly shut the door, but just enough to block the light out from the hallway.

As the hours passed, Lockwood labeled all the stock and filled in the papers he needed to before George came back to strangle him. But, as he began to climb the stairs and switch off the hall light, he could hear mumbling.

It was incoherant. Barely audible if someone had been speaking to him. But in the dead silence of the home, he could hear it.

Standing in the door way, he pushed the library door open. He could hear it louder now.

“Run…no…let…let go of me…”

She got louder as he got closer and before she knew it, she woke to find Lockwood kneeling on the ground beside her.

“Hey, hey. You’re okay. You’re safe. You’re with me. Hey, look at me. It’s me. You’re okay. You’re safe.”

Lockwood could see the change in her eyes. From fighting to recognition. He visibly saw her shoulders drop before she put her head in her hands and swung her legs so her feet were on the ground.

Now, she noticed the blanket.

He must have covered her up.

“Let me get you some water.”

Moments later, Lockwood came back in with a glass of cold water and handed it to her.

“What happened?”

“Nothing.” She tried to deny it.

“You were having a nightmare.” He pointed out. “That’s not nothing.”

A few moments of silence passed over both of them. Until, finally, he spoke again.

“Is this what has been keeping you up at night?”

She looked to him, shocked, for a moment. She had been trying to be silent.

“I’m fine, Lockwood.”

He shook his head. “No, you’re not.”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“Well, it’s not exactly going great if you can’t sleep,” he pointed out, again. “Is this how you get everything done, in a morning? Why you’re up at the crack of dawn?”

He already knew the answer but the fact that she looked down at her feet, trying to look anywhere but at him was confirmation enough.

He placed his hand in hers, “Hey,” she looked at him. “Next time it happens, wake me up.”

The heat was slowly dying now from the fire, but it didn’t matter because she could already feel her cheeks burning. Maybe it was embarrassment? She didn’t want anyone knowing what she was dreaming about at night. She didn’t want to be a burden on any of her family. They all had a job to do.

“You shouldn’t be going through this alone.”

It took her a moment, but eventually she nodded. She tried to look down again but she felt his hand on her cheek, making her look up. It took him a moment, before he moved closer and placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Let’s go to bed.”

It was a week before she had another nightmare that woke her up so early that it wasn’t even the next day. Any time she closed her eyes, the images and the noises would come flooding back to her.

That was the first night she went to his room.

Neither of them said anything. He just pulled the covers back and she slipped inside, leaning into him. He asked her a few questions, holding her hand against his chest whilst two of his fingers wrapped around her wrist. He could feel her pulse. It was racing.

That same night, he placed a kiss to her temple before pulling her closer.

It was the first night either of them had fallen into such a deep sleep, George had to knock on the door when passing to wake them up.

Neither George or Lucy had any idea what was going on. When Lucy was in the bathroom, and George was in the kitchen, she’d rush up the stairs, careful to avoid the creaks before quickly putting on some fresh clothes, running a brush through her hair, washing her face in the sink and heading back downstairs.

By the time she was downstairs, Lockwood was dressed and Lucy had come downstairs running a brush through her hair.

Everything continued on as normal.

And now, months after that night in the library…the nightmares were becoming less and less intense. Less waking up and feeling as if she was still stuck in the nightmare.

They were getting easier to deal with.

Sometimes, George or Lucy would see the pair come out from his bedroom but neither asked any questions about it.

The way they both saw it, both Lockwood and herself look rested. They were better on the job - more alert and less on edge - and they seemed…happier.

Relaxed.

Some nights, she wouldn’t have to sneak down the stairs and into his room due to him taking her hand leading her up the stairs. They were both the only two awake anyway.

And, as she climbed in beside him and he switched off the lamp and they both listened to the movement of distant cars outside, still bustling about. Even if it was way past cerfew, some still broke it; whether they worked for DEPRAC or not.

She would feel his arms wrap around her, holding her as if she was his home. Maybe it was a stretch to think so but she knew he was her’s.

In his arms, at 35 Portland Road, she’s safe. She’s home and nothing could hurt her.

Not even her nightmares.

#lockwood and co #lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood x fe!reader #fluff #angst #kisses #one bed trope #home in your arms #poortland row #lucy carlyle #george karim #london #netflix #we need a season 2 #love

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theclassymike · 3 months

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Dylan Sprayberry via Shelley Hennig's instagram.

#dylan sprayberry #teen wolf #mtv teen wolf #teen wolf series #teen wolf the movie #liam dunbar #light as a feather #hulu light as a feather #vanished #the row #angie lost girls #baby blue #actor #talented #hot guy #gorgeous guy #nice arms #biceps #one of my faves

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starry-bi-sky · 1 day

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Danyal Phantom Doodles uhhh i’ve got a handful of Danyal Al Ghul drawings that I like enough to share.

#dp x dc #dpxdc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dpxdc crossover #dp x dc crossover #mediocre starry art #danyal al ghul au #danyal al ghul #dpxdc art #jumpscare appearance of shoddily done digital version of phantom done from mobile pocket procreate #he's looking at vlad fyi. that's why he looks like he's .5 seconds from committing a violence #second row middle is that one popular screencap of danny looking at lancer and iirc kwan. the fourth row middle is from a scene #where valerie as huntress tells phantom 'you're not the boss of me!' and he without saying a word. yanks off her mask right in front of #her dad. revealing her identity. before smugly sing-songing “no. but HE is~” and it was so funny i had to attempt to redraw it with Danyal #phantom was doing the soldier 'arms behind back' pose too which is like. somehow makes it funnier #those first four are recent. i drew all but the second one today. same with drawing 6. the rest are weeks old #anatomy practice is helpful but ANNOYING. wdym drawing the back profile is HARDER. why is it harder #also drawing front profiles my beloathed. how do i stop drawing you Prepubescent #out of all things Vlad was expecting from Jack's adoptive son. a sword was not one of them #shot myself in the foot with digi phantom by not doing lineart. but i guess him being hard to see is. Kinda The Whole Point LMAO. his suit #IS. after all. mimicking his dad + the whole assassin shtick.#its the brat himself. the bastard. he likes to climb things over flying.

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randomnameless · 15 days

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Re about Cat :

In Nopes she complains because her dad asks her to lend CoS troops, instead of asking Dimitri or Rhea herself...

But unless Count Charon is as dumb as Leopold, he knows pretty well Cat isn't the one who can lend him Church soldiers.

Of course Fodlan dgaf about non students characters, especially if they are affiliated to the Church, but I wondered, maybe Count Charon didn't want to ask Rhea herself to lend him some troops because he has a strange relationship with her -

Rhea is, after all, the one who welcomed his daughter when she was hunted by the Kingdom and the reason she's alive, Dad!Charon, whatever was his position during the "Cassandra hunt" wasn't the one who protected his daughter, Rhea was.

Maybe he feels already to indebted to her to even ask her, in person, for more soldiers?

As for Dimitri...

I always found it disappointing how both game never explored more Cat's backstory, ffs if Faerghus was "feudal uwu", the Crown (even if it was during Rufus' regency) ordered Cat's death, she was branded a traitor and someone who commited regicide ffs.

What was happening with House Charon at that time, were they happily going to give their daughter to the crown, when Catherine was the presumptive major crested heir, to have her executed? When the entire Kingdom branded her a traitor and had her name besmirched, was House Charon totes okay with, you know, the accusations that their precious heir participated in the plot to kill Lambert?

Lonato throws a fit because Christophe was executed by the Church, but Lonato is only Rowe's bannerman - Charon is one of the major Houses in the Kingdom, wouldn't they have thrown a "larger" fit if the crown wanted to execute their heir??

Or maybe that could fell in the larger "the Kingdom was in chaos" thing - House Charon might have been "this" close to rebel against the Crown ?

In a way, it might explain why Garreg Mach wasn't visited by the Kingdom's forces asking Rhea to hand Cassandra over if the crown's forces had to cross Charon territory to reach Garreg Mach...

So in with this BG, it would make perfect sense why Count Charon wouldn't ask Dimitri for more soldiers (granted we're talking about Church soldiers?) - Charon is still a loyal bannerman who fights for Faerghus, but his trust in the crown would have been severed, and it's up to Dimitri to rebuild that bond.

#3 nopes #Catherine stuff #Fodlan AU #I mean it's one basically even if I'm musing loudly bcs the game can't give fucks about characters who aren't students #and I mean interesting fucks #what if the “we had to cook some lie to prevent the kingdom for further descending in chaos” during the Ashe paralogue #was this? The Church framed Chris' at the one who participated in regicide and not Catherine to avoid a civil war #aka Charon raising their weapons and calling their bannermen to arms to rebel against the Kingdom and the Blaiddyd's?#i don't remember where but I thought I read somewhere that #Chris was the one who framed Catherine? but I think that's headcanon?#but even if he didn't #I mean Chris wanted to kill Rhea who was the one who 'welcomed' Cassandra #the CoS is basically Cassandra's benefactor would the Charons have ruined Gaspar in retaliation?#'my daughter is innocent and you fuckers are trying to kill the woman who helped her and help us all during those rough times?'#Targetting Gaspard means targetting Rowe and it means Adrestia is free to look more closely at Arianrhod #Oh well #tasty honey for y'all

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icewindandboringhorror · 9 months

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... why he sit like this

#in this position his face is extremely 'cartoon cat' shaped.. like the perfectly round cheeks and little #rounded bump of a snout.. big round eyes. etc. stretched over the arm of a chair like a weirdo #cats #It's still Hot Evil Summer time and I have so much to do so am just aimlessly hopping between various projects but not actually #getting anything done. as usual. Also so so so so tired. I almost fell asleep in the middle of the floor like 3 times today lol #Trying to finish some costume photos and also another poll adventure thing. plus I do really want to do a sculpture sometime #I haven't finished one in a while. Hopefully my tiredness is nothing bad.#Maybe I'm anemic again so that's making me tired. Or maybe it's just a Listless phase. not that I'm ever really THAT productive considering #all of the health problems and etc. always holding me back. but still. I'm not usually 'sleep or just stare at a wall literally all day' ty #e unproductive.. at least not for multiple days in a row so. hmm... Sometimes especially in the summer though I will have periods of time #that are listless like that. I am under low level phyiscal stress for months at a time due to summer heat so I guess it makes sense #that would eventually take a toll. I just have SO MANY THINGS I WANT TO DO!!!!! AAUUGhhh #I also came up with a new idea for a game that is so so cool and I wish I could make it but I have to finish the other one first lol #which I will NEVER do. if I spend all day just sleepy unfocused barely able to do anything #I also really need to sell some clothes and sculptures because I'll probably have to buy a new computer soon so I need money. (plus still #recovering the costs of having to euthanize my other cat.. wehh) There's nothing clearly wrong with it right now but it's getting gradually #slower and there's more weird glitches happening randomly and idk.. just weird things that make me think 'hmm... bad.. possibly.'#ANYWAY... I just have so much to do that I both REALLY want or need to do - so it's perpetually frustrating that I just can't for whatever #reason like. Time is always mving forward. every day I waste is a wasted day. The year is already almost half over. I havent finished #any of the projects I wanted to .. and there's only more and more things to do each day. It's overwhelming and stinky #and thats not even considering having to do all of my tasks also with the background noise of economic inequality. everything increasingly #going into an even scarier political direction. active climate change crisis. pandemic that still exists and is insane to act otherwise. et #etc. HOW am I supposed to solo make two whole games . write 3 book series. finish sculptures. do costumes. make outfits. game videos. make #stable network of social connections. do my little side crafts. take care of myself and cats. pay rent. manage health issues. keep a routin #.try to make some sort of money. go to doctors appointments. handle regular maintenance like cleaning and cooking and self care #and buying new plates when old ones break or etc. make sure to do other things like backup my computer data regularly. do shopping lists.#take care of plants. pursue like 6 different academic interests. do the other side side projects I have for fun (like music or carving avoc #ado pits). eat in a healthy way thats okay for my Special Health Issue diet. exercise so i don't die early. etc. etc. etc. AND all while it #82F in my apartment all the time and I have tiny income and also need to move to another country/climate somehow??? lol......#ANYWAY.. ..very frustrated today over my chronic Tired Sleepy.. time for Cat Photos - which cure all of life's ailments lol

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wildbluesorbit · 10 months

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embracing my cheat day ig..

Definitely NOT my favorites from my own personal secret “In Case Of Emergency Joshdown” guilty stash. Why would you even think that?

#bc i definitely don’t have one of those #bc I’m a jake girl #i think…right?#that third pic always DEMOLISHES me #he’s just a sexy magic goblin elf diva man #second to last row got THIGHS & ARMS #josh kiszka #greta van fleet #gvf

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mamawasatesttube · 1 year

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thinking about putting bart in a time loop...

#the day ends with kon dying. again. and bart is having a terrible time trying to prevent it #doesn't even know How he triggered the loop but he can't get out of it until he saves kon #it's fine he's fine it's like a video game see. you fail the level you just get a game over screen and try again #it's not real it doesn't count that's not the real run! so it's fine! he'll try again!#and having kon die in his arms 10 times in a row doesn't take any toll on him at all! it's fine!!!#but also bart saying guys i need help. kon's gonna die tonight otherwise and i don't know what to do #and tim and cassie are immediately on red alert ready to fucking go. they know bart would Not joke about that #kon himself is like haha what. haha what??? haha #haha... what... why is no one else laughing...#tim meanwhile just whips out this comically large binder with at least 50 colorful tabs and sticky notes poking out like #okay bart what's the situation. hmm alien artifact involved okay let me flip to section g... yes of course i have contingencies for this #it was only ever a matter of time until you got stuck in a time loop. you're a speedster with so much chaotic potential.#of course i saw this coming. okay so sunset in metropolis is at 7:31 pm tonight hmhm ok subsection 5.9...#bart: .................of course you have a binder. of course #(he says this while koala clinging to kon btw. he's fine though. it's fine. it's not real and it isn't sticking so he's not traumatized!)#kon #tim #bart #rimi talks

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sapitties · 18 days

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sapnap can deadlift 335lbs I'm fine I'm okay I'm okahskwmdnw

#and he can do one arm rows with 90lbs at least i think thats the exercise he was describing #LIEK FUCKDNAKSW MWS.

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theflyingfeeling · 1 year

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Joel sitting on the floor - a compilation

#blind channel #joel hokka #i just have a lot of feelings about joel sitting on the floor 😭💞#and i wanted an excuse to post his pictures (it was either this or 'joel's bare arms - a compilation')#please everyone look how he folds!! 🥺🤲#+ bonus niko with a bun! 🥰#feel free to add more if i missed any good ones #most of these are from joel's ig or the band tiktok #the left one in the 3rd row is from the live they did with the rasmus last year #idk where the photoshoot ones are from sorry 😔

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ndostairlyrium · 11 months

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Uuuh I wanna contribute to the prosthetic arm topic too!!

It takes months (almost years) of research and testing before Ankh manages to craft a decent new arm, which is totally not functional as a limb per se but it's more of an aid if she's on a mission and needs stability in combat. Also it helps her regain confidence in her skills since she has to drop bow and arrows - can't really hold a weapon she can't feel the weight of.

Emotionally speaking, archery was something fundamental in her life, a talent that took years to be perfected. She feels a sense of emptiness, as if she has lost her identity and can't contribute to the world as an individual anymore. Working on the arm along with Dagna and Three Eyes helps her to cope with such a traumatic loss but like, even if she consumes herself on this task night and day she can't help but feel like she has no reason to do so. Most days she focuses on the new task to avoid to explore her feelings, so she overworks herself to the point she can't connect properly with her surroundings. She was sure she would die after walking through the last Eluvian at the Winter Palace, consequently sometimes she asks herself if that fate would have been better than living without what made her her. Luckily she has a strong support system, people that really appreciate her character outside what good she can provide to the world. Just like her new project, her mental health after Trespasser is a work in progress, basically.

Once she can grip to her resolve, she just starts to develop her ideas further. At first the arm is a regular prosthesis with two runes placed on the joints, to help her hold on objects, then it starts to become something more complex.

What she manages to do:

The arm is functional in a sense that it can be directed to move accordingly to the situation. There are buttons to push and levers to click if she wants to perform certain movements. It's like playing an instrument, using shoulder movements and the aid of her main hand to keep it in place whenever in need.

What she doesn't manage to do:

Handshakes, caresses and other gestures connected to physical touch don't seem to perform properly. Which is normal, considering a big portion of her arm is not linked to the brain. As I mentioned above, some movements can be performed only because of a complex system of levers, buttons and body movements that can symulate a realistic arm movements but the more Ankh goes further with the development, the more she starts to put aside what's realistic and shifts to functionality. You can see her perform strange dances from time to time so she could find a good balance, or just to bend the new arm to a certain degree.

About materials:

Since plastic and silicone aren't available materials and the ones already existing are heavy to say the least, it was hard to balance the arm in relation to Ankh's body weights system. This problem was partially solved by enchanting strategic points - the elbow and the shoulder in this case - as to make the structure less overwhelming and more manoeuvrable. The only catch is that a mechanical arm is still heavier than a regular arm, even if it's something not perceivable. The weight has still an impact on her body, so she has to be super careful to prevent overexhaustion. The part connected to the skin is composed by three different layers, one for elasticity, one for durability, and the other for comfort between skin and the hard layers. My math is terrible but I think it could be approximately 3-5 cm of thickness. The problem here is that the lighter the materials are, the more the arm is prone to damages. The structure in itself is designed to be practical for a very agile person - it has to be lighter - consequently it tends to malfunction from time to time because of sudden hits - or an overuse during reckless parkouring, knowing her << I'm not convinced about the harness' design but she definitely wears one to keep the arm in place, with a sewn on sleeve to make what's left of the arm feel comfortable with all that weight on.

She tends to wear it often, and she modifies it constantly, so to be prepared always if some asses need to be beaten <3 but also it improves her overall confidence.

#long post #inquisitor lavellan #ankh #I hope my horrid notes and my horrid english are somehow readable lol #one does a concept art course at 20 and she's suddenly an engineer #ask me why I stick to organic stuff lol #I have fun thinking that when she gestures while speaking she pushes levers and buttons to make the arm and hand move #which is very frenetic to watch but also quite entertaining #*frantically pushes three buttons in a row to do the finger gun pose after telling a bad joke*

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