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Could I request lockwood taking care of tipsy reader?

Absolutely! Thank you so much for the request🫶🏻 i hope you enjoy!

pairing: anthony lockwood x fem!reader

summary: LISA overdoes it with the champagne at the Fittes Ball and Lockwood takes care of her.

wordcount: 2.3k

warnings: alcohol consumption

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part 2

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"Everyone ready?" Lockwood stepped through the kitchen door, closing it behind him. You could not stop your eyes from wandering over him. He was wearing a suit, which wasn't that uncommon for him, but today he looked exceptionally good. You thought back to just moments before when he had complimented the way your dress looked on you, and your heart rate started picking up again. Lucy opened the front door to the cab that was already waiting on the street. It was not entirely dark yet, the warm summer air smelling sweet. It was one of those evenings that made it easy to forget about The Problem for a few hours. And that was what you intended to do tonight.

Lockwood ushered the two of you out of the door and rushed to the cab door to open it for you. You smiled at him and climbed in, Lucy behind you. The drive was mostly silent. All three of you were feeling tense, even if for different reasons. Your job for tonight might not be as dangerous as what Lucy and Lockwood were set out to do, but you still felt a bit uneasy at the thought of having to act as a distraction. To give your colleagues time to steal a book out of Penelope Fittes' personal library, no less. Despite the fact that small talk really wasn't your thing.

You thought of George, who got to stay home tonight, all because he beat you in rock paper scissors. You had both been equally apprehensive as Lockwood and Lucy presented their plan that included one of you mingling in the crowd to distract from the fact that the rest of the agency was nowhere to be found. You looked over to Lockwood, who gave you one of his dazzling smiles. As usual, the prospect of a dangerous mission didn't seem to faze him at all. Lockwood's presence and his confidence never failed to calm your nerves, and luckily, tonight was no different.

The cab came to a halt, and through the tinted windows, you could see the brightly lit entrance of the Fittes building. A red carpet leading up to it was lined with a big crowd of journalists and onlookers, regular people who hoped to catch a glimpse of the prestigious agencies and their members that were invited tonight. In front and behind you parked several other cabs, well-dressed people emerging. You could tell they were used to the cameras being pointed at them from the way they smiled and waved and seemed to bask in the attention. The nervous flutter in your stomach returned. "Let's go," Lockwood said, excitement lacing his voice, and he opened the cab door. Lucy was the first one to get out. Lockwood went to follow her but stopped in his tracks and turned to you. "No need to be nervous," he said and smiled at you. This one was one of the soft smiles, the ones he specifically reserved for people he cared about. He took your hand and squeezed it. You expected him to let go immediately after, but he didn't, and instead helped you out of the cab. You managed to blend in with a group of Rotwell agents and got to the doors without attracting any attention.

Once inside, the frantic clicking of the cameras got replaced by murmurs of the crowd and somewhere in the back, a band was playing. Lockwood was still holding your hand and you caught Lucy looking at your intertwined fingers and smiling to herself. You could feel your cheeks heating up, and quickly let go of his hand, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Lockwood gave you an undefinable look and you felt bad immediately, almost grabbing his hand again. But you didn't get a chance, as the mass of people arriving from outside forced you forward, and it took a while until all three of you had made your way through the crowd to where it was a little quieter.

After a few minutes of lingering around at the outskirts of the crowd, you set your plan in action. Lockwood and Lucy quietly slipped away, leaving you to fend for yourself.

Your hands felt clammy, and you shifted your weight from one foot onto the other as you let your eyes wander over the masses in the hall. There weren't an awful lot of people that cared if Lockwood & Co attended or where they spent their night, but you knew that at least Kipps was sure to make an appearance at some point, even if just to make some snide remarks towards Lockwood.

Right then, a waiter with a tray full of champagne flutes walked past you, and you managed to snatch one before he was gone. You stared at the tiny bubbles that rose in the amber liquid. You never had alcohol before, but you hoped that it would maybe help calm your nerves. Besides, almost everyone around you was holding onto a glass as well, so it couldn't be that bad, right? The first taste had you scrunch up your face. It was way too bubbly, somehow sweet and bitter at the same time and the aftertaste was... something. But you kept forcing down sip after sip, and after half of the glass was gone, you felt substantially less nervous. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Kipps appeared next to you. He was holding two champagne flutes that were filled to the top. "Can I offer you another drink, Y/N?" he asked, holding out one of the glasses. You were ready to decline when you noticed that your own glass was already empty. You didn't even notice you had finished it. You should probably take a break, as you already felt a little lightheaded, but then again, what was the worst that could happen? You accepted the glass and to your great surprise, conversation with Kipps was flowing easily.

Suddenly he seemed to realize that you were alone. "Where are your pesky coworkers? I hope they aren't up to anything stupid." You almost choked on your champagne, knowing that right at this moment, Lockwood and Lucy were probably in Penelope Fittes' library. "Oh? No no, they're .... uhm, I'm pretty sure I saw them dancing over there" you stuttered out, waving in the general direction of the dancefloor. "I'm just here because my feet hurt" You forcibly smiled at him, and it felt like the most unconvincing smile you ever showed anyone. He looked skeptical for a moment but then dropped the topic. He kept talking, at some point grabbing another glass of champagne for you, and with every passing minute, his voice got drowned out more and more by the pounding in your head. You couldn't remember how many glasses of champagne you had, but you knew you had more than one too many. "Y/N? Are you good?" A hand on your arm brought you back temporarily. Kipps looked at you, seeming uncharacteristically worried. You shook your head, trying to clear the fog that had taken over your brain. Everything was spinning.

Just at that moment, an arm wrapped around your waist, and the familiar voice of Lockwood sounded right next to your ear. "What is going on here?", he asked sharply. Kipps stared at him for a moment, then looked down at Lockwood's arm around your waist, and shrugged. "Might want to keep your employees in check better next time, Tony. I think she had a few too many glasses." With that, he gave a curt nod and disappeared into the crowd. Lockwood turned you to face him, looking you up and down critically. "Lucy, would you be so kind and get us a glass of water?"

You willed your eyes to focus on him. He looked so very pretty. You could have sworn even better than before. You raised your hand to his shoulder. "You look really pretty today, Lockwood." You swore you could see the blush rising up his neck, and he adjusted his tie, clearing his throat. "Do you think I'm pretty?" you asked, stepping closer to him. Your arms slipped around his neck without you thinking about it, just like that was where they were meant to be. Now you were so close that you could feel his breath on your face, and he just stared back at you. Then his hands were on your waist, gently pushing you back.

He cleared his throat again. "Of course I think you're pretty, Y/N. Gorgeous, even. You look fantastic in this dress."

You took a step back and attempted to spin around to show off your dress, but you underestimated just how lightheaded the alcohol had made you. When you stumbled over your own feet, Lookwood made a big step forward, catching you. Now you were even closer than before, his arms around your waist, your fingers grasping the front of his shirt. He looked down at you with that same undefinable expression he had when you let go of his hand before, and your stupid little brain, clouded by alcohol and the thrilling feeling of being held by him like this, came up with only one thing you could do right now.

You leaned in, unable to think of anything other than how badly you wanted to kiss him right now. His breath hitched in his throat, and he turned away. "Y/N... stop, please" he breathed out, his eyes avoiding yours. "Please don't do this to me right now". Your face felt hot and you could feel tears prickle in your eyes at his rejection, and the pounding in your head intensified again. "Don't you want me?" You asked, lips trembling. "Y/N, no... I -"

"I've got the water."

Lucy appeared next to you, a glass of water in hand. When no one reacted, she looked back and forth between you. "Did I miss anything?" Lockwood shook his head as if he had snapped out of a trance and took a step away from you. "Everything's fine." Lucy didn't seem entirely convinced but didn't ask further. She took your hand and led you to one of the stairs where she had you sit down and gave you the water. Lockwood was watching you. After a few minutes of sipping and waiting and sipping again, you slowly started to feel a little better. "How much did you drink?" Lucy asked. You shrugged. Your memory was still hazy, and you couldn't piece together how the evening went exactly. "Did Kipps force you?" Lockwood asked, his voice hard. You shook your head. "Well, doesn't matter, because we're leaving now." He helped you up. "Have you got the book?", you blurted out, suddenly remembering why you were here in the first place. Lucy smirked. "Of course we have. Did you not believe in us?" You wanted to give her a snarky reply, but another bout of dizziness made you weak in the knees. You reflexively grabbed Lockwood's arm, and he held onto you immediately, helping you stay steady.

"Let's not waste any more time, let's go", he said through gritted teeth. The way out was longer than you remembered. The water had helped soothe your headache, but you still felt lightheaded and a little tipsy, so Lockwood had to stop you from stumbling more than once. His arm was firmly around your waist as he guided you to one of the cabs waiting in front of the building. After a few minutes of driving, your eyes got very heavy. You wrapped your arms around Lockwood's arm, wanting to be as close to him as possible, and rested your head against his shoulder. Before you knew it, you had drifted off to sleep.

You woke up when the cold air hit your face and you found yourself in the cab in front of 35 Portland Row. "Are you awake?" Lockwood asked, leaning over you, eyes studying you carefully. If you didn't know it any better, you could have sworn he was about to carry you into the house. You nodded weakly, your mouth feeling extremely dry. Lockwood helped you up and did not let you go for a single second as you staggered towards the door.

He led you straight into the library, where Lucy had already prepared another glass of water that you gulped down quickly. "You're sleeping here tonight" Lockwood ordered, gathering a few more pillows. "Can you stay with me for a while?" you asked him, and he looked at you for a moment. "If you're sure you want that, then yes, I will." You let out the breath you were holding and collapsed into the pillows, feeling unbelievably exhausted. "Good night you two", Lucy said quietly and slipped out of the room. You could hear her steps up the old stairs as you were fighting to keep your eyes open.

"Do you really wanna sleep like this?", asked Lockwood, but you couldn't answer him. You felt so heavy, eyes threatening to fall close, seconds away from sleep. Lockwood sighed. "At least get those shoes off." He kneeled down next to the couch, and gently opened the clasps on your shoes, slipping them off one after the other. You sighed in relief as the tightness around your feet subsided.

Lockwood got one of the blankets that were folded up on one of the armchairs and draped it over you carefully. "Can you sleep next to me?" you asked him quietly, and he hesitated only a moment before he slipped under the blanket with you, wrapping his arm around your midsection. You moved closer to him and finally allowed your eyes to close.

You could have sworn you felt Lockwood lean over and give you a forehead kiss right before you drifted off into deep, dreamless sleep.

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