Can You Write A George Karim X Reader Fic With Early Morning Cuddles?

Can you write a George Karim x reader fic with early morning cuddles? 🙏🙏

—daylight

pairing: george karim x reader

summary: early morning cuddles, mostly just fluff

you stretched you arms out, turning around in the bed and facing, what was meant to be your boyfriend. but to your worry, the side of the bed was empty, covers thrown away lazily and no trace of the boy you loved. there was a moment of hesitation, in which you considered just screaming his name, scared that something has happened, but before you could do anything, you heard the familiar scraping of a pen on paper.

as you looked up towards the desk, you could see the back of his head.

"Georgie?" you mumbled, voice still raspy, the tiredness not having left your body just now.

"oh!" he turned around to look at you "you're awake already" he had to snicker at the state of your hair, you always messed it up with your hands while you slept. not even his own hair was safe from it.

you threw a look towards the clock at your right and understood why George was questioning why you were already awake. it was only six.

"why are you up, baby?" you muttered and Georges cheek tinted pink by the nickname. but there was only so much you could see of his face, considering that it was so early and you were living in London. "come back to bed, so we can sleep some more"

George contemplated, before he finally shook his head "I'm sorry, y/n" he said "I really have to finish this"

"ugh" you replied "can't you continue working at like nine or something? if it's lockwood who's--"

"--it's not lockwood" George interrupted "I really want to finish this"

"do it later" you tried again "please, baby. come back to bed"

George had already turned around to his desk, when his head suddenly shot in the air at your words. the usage of the nickname seemed to absolutely confuse and flatter him at the same time. he threw a last look to the writings on the desk, before he got up and crossed the room.

as he came closer you could see how red his face had gotten. he took of his glasses and crawled into bed beside you.

"alright" he said, opening his arms, so you could lay on his chest "just promise me that lockwood won't ever find out about that nickname, okay?"

"you don't like it?" you pouted, turning your head so you could catch his eyes, he was already looking at you.

"of course I do" he took great offence to you thinking otherwise. "it's just-- I mean, you know lockwood. he wouldn't shut up about it"

"lockwood is a dick" you nodded, thinking back to that head size drawing you had done on the thinking cloth. you had never spent as much time fighting a ghost, then you had painting that picture of lockwood getting his head bitten off by a shark.

"I love you y/n" George muttered, while his eyes slowly closed. his hair was tickling your forehead and you smiled at the overworked boy, your overworked boy. glad that he was getting some sleep now, even if you practically had to flirt him back to back

is arms were draped around you, while you snuggled your head into the crouch of his neck, planting a kiss next to his collarbone, before you returned to your position on his chest.

"night, baby" you responded and watched as Georges cheeks grew flustered once again. then you closed your eyes. still wrapped up in the boy by your side.

it didn't even take a week, until lockwood heard of your new nickname for George, making fun of it the whole time the team was on a mission. later that day, you drew another piece of art, which featured lockwood being chased by a killer, holding an axe, while you and George stood next to them, getting married.

hopefully that scenery would come true some day. well at least half of it, you didn't really believe in weddings that much.

Enemies to lovers George Karim x reader PLEASE!!

—mastermind

pairing: george karim x reader

summary: the team has to work together with quill kipps, for George that means being stuck with the best friend of the blonde leader, y/n. the only person in the whole world that seemed to be smarter than him, that's why he hated her.

George Karim was not entirely the nicest person, at least not to his close friends. that usually differed with other people, with them he was nice and tried his best not to grow aggravated as them when they didnt know a simple fact

it was different with y/n l/n though. she had been in Kipps' team for the past two years and what Quill Kipps was to Lockwood, y/n was to George. it was mostly the concept that she seemed to be a bit more intelligent as him and literally succeed at anything she tried.

it wasn't hard for him to hate her. intelligence and knowledge had always been his thing. but to George's dismay, Barnes had gotten Lockwood to accept the helping hand of Kipps, which normally wouldn't have been a problem, if he hadn't decided to bring his best friend, y/n with him.

"look at this" George exclaimed, while Lockwood, Lucy, Kipps, y/n and him were sitting at the kitchen table, researching the case they were about to take on together "seems like the ghost has a connection to Heather Abbott"

"the actress?" Kipps asked confused

"precisely" George nodded "she received her second Oscar in 1977 and then, two weeks later, she disappeared suddenly. here, you can see it on the picture, they are standing together and it says it was taken on June 26 1980"

"oh bullshit" y/n exclaimed from behind the papers, without even looking up from what she was reading. all eyes turned to her, as she finally put the papers down "sorry to disappoint you, but Haeather Abbott wasn't the one that disappeared, it was her sister. Heather died through natural causes at the end of may 1982, so much for your theory. and to be exact, that isn't even her on the picture"

Lockwood's eyes turned big as he threw a look in George's direction, after y/n had picked up her papers again. normally his best friend would never make such mistakes, but in the presence of y/n, George always felt the need to be the smartest, so he often acted too quick without thinking it through. he wasn't much himself when she was near.

Kipps laughed into the hand he had put up in front of his mouth, trying to be discreet, but obviously failing, before he patted y/n's shoulder, his face showing the obvious triumph.

"oh" George exclaimed "I could've sworn I was right-"

"well, you weren't" y/n answered and in that very moment, George was about to jump over the table and close his hands around her neck. luckily for the girl, Lockwood had noticed George's growing interest in murder and held him down. the others not even noticing the outburst he had prevented.

about three hours later, the group was standing in a dark alley way, ready to start their mission. much to George's dismay, y/n had found the important information.

turns out the ghost they were hunting, an old singer, known as Gale Humphrey, had different connections to some more than just illegal organisations, which led to his death, when he was found murdered in his old london chalet. the house was huge and it was important to know their way, before they would walk inside blindly. y/n had made sure of that, to which even Lockwood had to praise her.

when they entered, they decided to part ways, so that they would cover as much ground as possible.

"Lucy, George and I will go upstairs, Kipps and y/n downstairs, alright?" Lockwood began ordering and Kipps raised his eyebrows

"so you can find everything important and get the whole fee? without y/n you would go in blindly, you wouldn't even have half the information you have now, thanks to your reasearcher being totally off the bat"

"hey!" George protested, but went ignored by both boys

"he's right" said Lucy. she was about the only one that was at least somewhat friendly to Kipps and actually liked y/n. probably because she was living with two boys and didn't get the chance often, to actually spend time with another girl. "you know he is, Lockwood"

"okay" Lockwood breathed "how would you do it?"

"you, Lucy and I go up. Karim and y/n down. it should mostly be safe downstairs. the talents would be parted evenly. Lucy and y/n are both listeners, you have the sight thing, George has touch. seems fair to me"

"alright" Lockwood breathed and George's eyes grew big.

"what?" he spat, like Lockwood had just traded him in "i'm not going down there with her. first chance she gets, she's probably trying to kill me" "like I would need to do that in a haunted mansion" y/n rolled her eyes "if I wanted you dead, you were, sweetheart"

George gulped in disbelief, sending another pleading look in Lockwoods direction. "please, Lockwood"

"I'm sorry, George" Lockwood breathed, before he turned around, closely followed by Kipps. Lucy waited a few seconds longer, before she had to give in. she send an apologetic look towards George, before she followed the boys up the stairs

"just you and me than" y/n smiled provocative "really romantic"

"just amazing" George smiled sarcastically "hopefully the ghost will be better company"

"oh come on, Karim" y/n threw her hands in the air, as she followed him down the stairs "you don't hate me that much"

"I would like you more if you weren't such a know-it-all, all the time" he rolled his eyes

"like you are any better" she shrugged

"try listening, will ya?" he instructed, ignoring her words from before. he wasn't as annoying about knowledge as y/n was. he definitely wasn't.

the girl closed her eyes, while George tried to gather anything from the walls. there wasn't much he could feel

he turned around when he heard y/n's sudden gasp. "what is it?" he asked, hand gliding to his rapier, as he watched the girl, who seemed to be in full distress.

"don't move" she muttered, while she gripped his arms and gently pulled him towards her

"is it him?" George wondered "the ghost? is he here?" he repeated quickly, because y/n's eyes were still fixated on something behind him. "y/n!" he tried again, calling her by her first name for the first time in a long while since they were introduced to each other

her face had lost all its colour and she was rapidly moving backwards, taking him with her. her eyes had spilled a few tears. obviously they were not used to being a team and going on missions together, but they had had their share of ghost fighting in each others company, and George had never seen her this scared. y/n always seemed to keep her cool, even at the most monstrous of ghosts.

he tried to gain her attention again, but it was to no use. he took her hand off of him and drew his rapier, turning around in a quick motion to be met with... nothing?

"it's on the ground" y/n muttered as she noticed his eyes dazing around the place

George looked down to the ground slowly, anticipating anything but what he was seeing. it wasn't a ghost, but an animal, a snake to be exact. a little green snake, he noticed as he held his flashlight on it, which was one of the most harmless beings put on earth.

"it's just a snake" he chuckled

"I-I know" y/n hissed and George noticed how she stumbled back even further, just now without him

"are you scared?" he asked bewildered

"ob-obviously" y/n answered, while she kept her eyes on the still forward stalking animal "would you mind stopping it?!"

"y-yeah" George bend down and took the short snake between his fingers, cautious that it wasn't too close to his skin to be able to bite him. the snake wasn't dangerous, but he didn't really need to be bitten tonight. he walked to the other room to open a window and set the animal free. "better?" he asked, when he came to a hold next to the girl

"yeah" she mumbled "thank you, that was nice"

"no problem. i'm just a bit surprised is all, I mean, you're the great l/n! you're not scared of anything"

"well, I am scared of some things. maybe not ghosts and darkness, but there are still some things"

"like not being the smartest person in the room?" he asked sarcastically, returning to his old self

"you don't get anything, do you?" y/n asked "I'm sorry you can't take a hit to your ego. and I'm sorry you were wrong, but that isn't really my fault, is it? someone had to correct what you were saying before our team would walk into another mission blindly, but I guess normally you're used to that, aren't you?"

"woah, hold up" George put up his hands in surrender "our team? the last I remember this was my team and you and kipps only added yourselves to it"

"like we had any choice" y/n mocked "the most prestigious agency, lockwood and co, just can't get away from burning houses down, killing people or angering DEPRAC, obviously Barnes had to get you lot a supervisor"

"yeah, maybe, but not you"

"do you think I like spending time with you either?" y/n voice grew louder and bounced off the walls, they were both full on screaming at each other now

"you wouldn't be so insufferable if you were less intelligent" George screamed right back

"do you think I like being like this?"

George's mouth had run dry had the answer she had screamed at the top of her lungs. now he was just simply staring at her.

for George intelligence had always been a gift, to be able to memorise as much as possible and understand complex connections. he loved learning new things and he liked to be the smartest person in the room. all his life he had been just that, the smartest person. well at least until he had met her.

"are you kidding me?" George laughed "you are always bragging about how smart you are"

"really? am I?"

now that he was really thinking about it, it seemed like most of that had been in his head. obviously she would correct him when he was being wrong and sometimes she would break into five minute rants, after which she had to slowly repeat herself, so everyone would be able to grasp the concept she had understood a long time before them.

she was cocky and confident and sometimes rude, but she hadn't always been like that, he suddenly noticed. he remembered at fittes, when they first met each other and trained together, she would mostly keep to herself. she would answer when she was asked and if he made a mistake, she would correct him privately, so he could redeem himself without a big huff.

he couldn't really remember when he had begun hating her, or why he did. maybe because in his eyes, intelligence was the only good quality he had, but when she was there, he didn't even have that.

maybe the hatred had begun when he began liking her too much. at least that's when he began talking to her, like she was no one to him. and after some time, she seemed to return that favour.

"you're right" he finally said, realising his mistake "but you were nicer about it when we first met"

"because i liked you, you idiot. at least until you began to go all rouge on me" she paused, sitting down on the steps and waiting until he did the same

"do you know what its like to work as a woman in just another male dominated industry? they don't take you seriously, because you're just a girl, what could you know? what you say is never right, because it isn't what they would say... for the longest time, being smart was like a curse to me. that's why I left the team and went to Kipps. he was the first one to make me feel good about it, about being the smartest one in the room, there isn't really any shame in that. he helped me to be more confident, to not hold back when I want to say something and to not feel bad when I know something better than others. when we first met I thought you could understand how I was feeling. I quickly realised you couldn't and at some other point I finally noticed how much I was annoying you"

"oh" George just said "I never knew you were feeling like that. I think I was just jealous of you, because I felt like you were taking something away from me by being smarter. now that I think about it, I wasn't any better than the other men, was I?"

"no" y/n shook her head chuckling

"I was really dumb, im sorry for that" George smiled at the girl "intelligence always seemed like a gift to me, I never thought about it being this bad for someone else."

"it's alright George, I should've just ask you what was going on"

"you are not responsible for my insecurities" George shook his head "and I shouldn't have acted like you were" he shrugged his shoulder "I think deep down I wanted to be like you, so effortlessly smart, and what was supposed to be admiration grew into anger, because I realised I could never be"

"somehow, that's kind of cute" y/n laughed "I didn't know I had an admirer"

"you confessed to liking me first, just for the record"

"yeah, i'll keep that in the protocol" y/n pointed at her head "photographic memory"

"oh, man!" George cried out "obviously I had no chance against you"

"no" y/n smiled

she leaned forward and softly, her lips found his. engulfing him into a sweet and gentle kiss. it didn't even feel weird, more like it was always meant to be, they just had taken too long to realise it.

"you never had"

"I'm fine with that, actually" George muttered and connected their lips once again.

Hi! Could you do a Lockwood x reader where she’s on Kipps’ team and they’re in love with each other ever since they first met and he asks her out to the Fittes ball? If this makes sense- just a lot of fluff and stuff. Thanks :) ❤️

—enchanted

pairing: anthony lockwood x reader

summary: lockwood and reader, a fittes agent, have been in love ever since they first met and its been quite obvious for anyone else, but them

"quit making it so obvious, will ya?" Quill exclaimed, after the team and you followed him out of the church, where your current mission was held.

"what are you talking about?" you asked, quiet startled by Quill's sudden remark. normally it was Bobby who would get the jabs from the older boy and normally he would compliment your effort. he seemed to be a bit aggravated at the moment though.

"don't play dumb, y/n" Quill shook his head "anyone could read the infatuation from off your face" he stopped and turned to look at you "even now, still"

you scrunched your eyebrows together, still not understanding what your cousin was saying. "Quill" you said lowly "could we please discuss this somewhere else" your eyes hinted at the rest of your team, that was still standing beside you

"its fine, really" Quill ignored your worry "I mean, its not as it isn't obvious from him too"

"what?" you asked confused. it was true, you had been in love with Anthony Lockwood from the moment you first laid eyes on him, but you never thought he reciprocated that feeling. he just was friendly with you, that was all.

"oh c'mon, y/n!" Quill bellowed "Lockwood is obsessed with you!"

"no, he isn't" your eyes darted from Quill towards your teammates

"he's right" Bobby nodded, when your eyes finally landed on him

you shook your head, still not believing what you were hearing

"you can't be that oblivious, can you?" your eyes darted back to your cousin, the blonde boy raising his eyebrows, like he was questioning your intelligence, or your sanity even. "hello, y/n" he said, trying to imitate Lockwood "would you like some tea? I bought it on my way here"

"that's not-"

"y/n!" Bobby joined in "your hair looks so gorgeous today, you should style it like this more often"

"guys, please-"

"if your cousin gets too infuriating, you know you can always start at my agency" Kat added

"ok well, but that's just Lockwood being friendly, alright? we've known each other for a long time, we're friends okay?"

"that doesn't look like friendship to me" Kat muttered

"he literally remembered a book you mentioned once and went to an autography session, just so the author could sign it" Quill rolled his eyes "I wouldn't even do that and I'm your family! just make a move already, poor boys probably getting tired of licking your shoes"

you opened your mouth, stunned at what Quill had just said "he told me his mum had that book flying around and he didn't need it anymore, and that it was already signed when he found it"

"well, it wasn't"

it was weirdly out of character for Quill to stand up for Lockwood, his more or less enemy, like that.

"look, y/n" Quill said firmly "I'm not a fan of Lockwood and he's definitely not my friend, but the poor bloke is literally suffering in front of all of our eyes, its gotten pathetic. the fittes ball is at the end of this week, and if he won't ask you out, then I will write a letter and get him to do it, alright? get yourself together and please stop acting like a love drunken idiot"

"huh?" you exclaimed startled, as you watched Quill turn around and walk down the way, back to the entry of the cemetery, the rest of your team following. you picked up your pace until you were next to them again.

that very evening though, you received a letter from Lockwood himself, asking you to accompany him to the ball. Quill had taken it out of the mailbox and had held it up like a treasure, muttering I told you so.

the afternoon before the ball had been spend by trying on different dresses and forcing Quill to be your fashion consultant, until he was so fucked off he was ready to jump out of the window

"really, y/n" he had said "you could even go dressed in a potato sack and he would still look at you the whole night"

so now you were standing in front of the house, to your luck, not dressed in a potato sack, but a glistening red dress that ended right at your thighs, waiting for Lockwood to pick you up

"hello" he said stunned when he had stepped out of the taxi to hug you and open the door for you. "you look absolutely mesmerising"

these words and the look on his face while saying it, gave you the first moment in which you actually believed what quill had told you. Lockwood was never the one to hold back on compliments, maybe that's why you've never noticed it before.

the ball was in full swing when you two entered the venue, Lockwood holding onto your hand tightly, as if you might slip away if he'd let go of it.

"fancy a drink?" one of the servers asked and Lockwood took one glass for each of you, downing the liquor as soon as he had handed you your glass.

"nervous?" you asked, laughing at his sudden keenness on drinking

"yes, actually" he said, looking up from the glass and finding your eyes instead. "I'm not normally. only ever when I'm around you. George and Lucy said that its gotten really obvious at this point"

"Quill said that too" you added and Lockwood looked up surprised

"even kipps noticed?" he muttered frustrated

"yeah" you shrugged your shoulders "but particularly he meant me"

"you?" Lockwood asked confused and you nodded "oh"

"yes, oh" you smiled uncomfortably "they even got me as far as to believe that there was something going on, between us, I mean"

"oh" Lockwood repeated

"oh?" your voice sounded more hurt than you had anticipated

"no- I mean not oh, but oh!" Lockwood tried to save himself from the awkwardness "I didnt think we would get to the point as fast, but here we are, and it's seems like I don't really have to tell you what I feel anymore"

"no you don't, technically" you smiled "but I'd still like to hear it from you"

"well in that case" Lockwood laughed "I like you, y/n. since always"

"oh, since always?" you laughed "very specific"

"since the moment I laid eyes on you, to be exact. and here I am, asking you if you feel the same"

"obviously" you smiled at the grinning boy in front of you "it wasn't any different for me, I knew it was over the moment I saw you"

"well, what can I say?" Lockwood chuckled "meeting me enchants people"

TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS FOR FICS

these are all the songs I haven't done yet, if the one you want to request isn't here, please check my masterlist before requesting!

those in cursive are being written right now!!

TAYLOR SWIFT (12)

tim mcgraw, stay beautiful, picture to burn, teardrops on my guitar, cold as you, the outside, tied together with a smile, invisible, should've said no, a perfectly good heart, mary's song, a place in this world,

FEARLESS (14)

fifteen, breathe, white horse, jump then fall, come in with the rain, the other side of the door, you all over me, mr perfectly fine, that's when, don't you, bye bye baby, forever and always, tell me why, superstar,

SPEAK NOW (14)

sparks fly, speak now, long live, electric touch, when emma falls in love, i can see you, dear john, mean, the story of us, better than revenge, innocent, haunted, castles crumbling, foolish one,

RED (18)

state of grace, holy ground, message in a bottle, red, all too well, i almost do, the last time, sad beautiful tragic, the lucky one, begin again, come back...be here, girl at home, nothing new, babe, i bet you think about me, better man, run, everything has changed,

1989 (14)

new romantics, wildest dreams, wonderland, out of the woods, all you had to do was stay, i wish you would, bad blood, clean, say don't go, now that we don't talk, suburban legends, is it over now? welcome to new york, slut!,

REPUTATION (8)

...ready for it?, so it goes..., getaway car, dancing with our hands tied, this is why we can't have nice things, new year’s day, look what you made me do, dress,

LOVER (8)

all of the girls you loved before, cornelia street, death by a thousand cuts, me!, false god, the man, the archer, lover,

FOLKLORE (10)

the one, cardigan, the last great american dynasty, exile, mad woman, epiphany, betty, hoax, the lakes, this is me trying,

EVERMORE (10)

'tis the damn season, dorothea, cowboy like me, evermore, right where you left me, it's time to go, happiness, champagne problems, no body no crime, coney island,

MIDNIGHTS (13)

maroon, snow on the beach, paris, glitch, you're on your own kid, midnight rain, question...?, vigilante shit, bejeweled, the great war, dear reader, labyrinth, high infidelity,

THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT (27)

fortnight, the tortured poets department, down bad, so long london, but daddy i love him, florida!!!, guilty as sin?, who’s afraid of little old me?, i can do it with a broken heart, the smallest man who ever lived, clara bow, the albatross, chloe or sam or sophia or marcus, how did it end?, i hate it here, thank you aimee, i look in people’s windows, cassandra, the bolter, robin, the manuscript, fresh out the slammer!, peter, imgonnagetyouback, loml, my boy only breaks his favorite toys,

songs to write: 147

LIZZY'S NAVIGATION <3

ESTE WASN'T THERE...

masterlist ・request (+rules) ・ song list ・ waiting list

ABOUT ME

lizzy. she/her. twenties. book-lover. taylor swift enthusiast.

RECENT WORK

I CAN FIX HIM, jess mariano

IVY, knox overstreet

MINE, theo nott

EVENTS

follower celebrations

series

cursed legacy series

REQUEST STATUS: (X) OPEN ( ) CLOSED

-> for the christmas calendar/ red special

✧ writing goal: 121/150 fics

Prompt List

you can still ask for anything, but if you'd like you can now request imagines with these prompts (please not more than three at the same time)

"Don't follow me"

"you realise, that this was extremely stupid, right?"

"do you have to be such a know-it-all all the time?"

"its late, you should be asleep"

"don't act like I'm just some stranger"

"why are you crying?"

"do you wanna talk about it?"

"you are not the problem"

"stop pretending you're okay for a second, alright?"

"its just me, you can tell me"

"you know that I care about you, right?"

"you're crazy"

"stop acting like there's no one that cares about you. because that's simply not true"

"no one would care if I suddenly disappeared" - "I would"

"you're an idiot"

"of all people, you are in no position to criticise my life choices"

"so why did I have to punch this guy?"

"why are you always flirting in near death situations?"

"do you ever stop staring at me?" - no, not really"

"you always used to flirt in the most weird situations" - "yeah, but it got you to sleep with me, didn't it?"

A/N: these are all I have for now, there will be more added in the future :)