Its Late, You Should Be Asleep For A George X Reader Please. Maybe One Of Them Is Working To Hard For

“It’s late, you should be asleep” for a george x reader please. maybe one of them is working to hard for a case and the other has to coerce them to bed with cuddles

—ours

pairing: george karim x reader

summary: just the ask!!

notes: wow I was gone for such a long time! sorry about that, I'm trying to pick up writing again and firstly finish everything I have in my asks!! sorry this is so short, I don't really know, why, but I was really struggling with this one!

warnings: none

"y/n, for god's sake! do you know how late it is?" George had stumbled onto you, still reading in your chair in the kitchen

"I just have to finish this, I'm so close to cracking this"

"I don't care, y/n! it's late, you should be asleep, end of story"

"George" you whined, knowing him enough to know that he wouldn't leave you be

"stop taking after Lockwood for once in your life and come to bed with me"

"just a few more pages"

he shook his head. "you have well enough time to finish that in the morning" he smiled at you "come on, we can cuddle, you know?"

"ugh" you just made, not fully convinced yet, but knowing he was as close to cracking you as you were to this case "please, George!" you whined again "you know I wouldn't be able to sleep comfortably if i didn't get to finish this first"

"okay, alright" George stepped to the counter and turned the kettle on "we're finishing it together, but if it takes longer than an hour, we go to bed"

"sounds like a plan"

together you were able to finish everything off just under 45 minutes, you could say that both of you were quite proud — and tired.

you put out the lights in the kitchen and gladly followed George up to his room, where he opened his arms for you to slither right in.

"next time, you won't stay up this long without telling me, alright?" he muttered just above your ear, you face buried in his chest

"who says there's gonna be a next time?" you whispered "I'm never leaving this bed again"

George just shook his head laughing "that sounds alright to me" he paused "now go to sleep before you can think of anything else you'd like to solve right now"

"you mean like the thing behind the door on the threshold?"

"oh my god, woman!"

you just laughed at your boyfriends annoyance and quickly closed your eyes, before he would try to sing a lullaby for you.

ty for tagging me @superpositvecloudshipper

i just did my first name, cause i don’t have a middle name or anything.

it actually fits perfectly. these are the colors which look best on me lol.

saw this on instagram and thought it was fun!! so let’s do a chain thingy, shall we?

what’s the colour palette of your name?

@paysomeonetopaysomeone @waitingforthesunrise @coffeeforkai @betweenthetimeandsound @27fanficlilies @wishtobefictional @trashmeowcan @ashlakh @malencholic-nyx

#paramountforlockwoodandco gained a lot of attention today, including likes from the Paramount UK Twitter. Very encouraging!

In the spirit of hopefulness and drive to continue, I made another version of my DEPRAC posters for us to circulate to support the cause! I will post on it on Twitter, and I encourage you all to be on there. It is the hellsite supreme, but it's the best place to get attention right now. Peace, love, and biscuits.

HII i love your writing. Can I get an order of 15, 16, and 18 from your prompt list with Lockwood x reader :D

—delicate

pairing; anthony lockwood x reader

summary: some flirty banter in a near death situation

note: sure thing, thank you so much, that means a lot!! i’m sorry this is so short

prompts: are in cursive :)

"so do you wanna explain what happened?" Anthony Lockwood asked, while you swung your rapier at the two ghosts in front of you both

"yeah, eh-" you paused, stepping back as one of the wraiths snapped at you "switch sides, please" Lockwood made a quick turn behind your back, so that you were now facing the ghost he had been fighting before. "there was this old lady and she was all alone, and she had so many groceries-" you paused, feeling the unamused look Lockwood was throwing your way

"so you just decided to take off without another word, you could've at least told me, then I wouldn't have to save you in the middle of the night"

"I forgot sorry" you muttered and took a swing to the left, before the wraith could touch you. "do you have a flair?" you asked, running away seemed to be your most promising option

"I think I do, actually" Lockwood began searching through his pockets with his free hand. "luckily I know what a dumbass my girlfriend can be, so I always have one with me"

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

"as your boyfriend, yes I am" he smiled suggestively "could you lend me a hand and search for it, I can't find it while fighting"

"but I can?" you asked, nodding at the ghost you were holding just a mere foot away

"I'll take care of them, just be quick"

"okay" you shrugged, knowing that those weren't any empty words of his, if he said he could deal with them both, then he could.

"now" Lockwood called and you stepped behind him, handing him your rapier in one swift motion, before you began to feel along his coated body

"woah, you've never been that rough before" he joked, clearly hinting at your quick motions, because you would normally take your time. well, that was, under totally different circumstances of course.

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

"turns me on, the thrill" he shrugged his shoulders and you snorted

"sure, baby" you shook your head in disbelief, wondering how he was always able to joke around in these situations

he ignored your words "are you taking this long on intentionally?"

"of course, because I like feeling you up more than surviving"

"wouldn't put it past you"

you slapped his side and something rattled, your eyes grew bright at the recognition that it was the flare you had been searching for. "I got it" you let him know quickly

"good" he repeated a bit out of breath "mind activating it?"

without another word, you threw the flare, taking back your rapier and Lockwoods free hand in a swift movement, before you both started running. to your own luck, you weren't far away from portland row, which made it easy to twist the key and get inside, before the ghosts had caught up to you

you were both leaning against the door with your backs, breathing heavily, when Lockwood turned his head at you "would you like to continue in the bedroom?"

you snorted in disbelief "don't tell me this seriously turned you on?"

"eh, maybe a bit" he shrugged "I can't help it with you and your hands"

"you're an idiot"

"is that a yes?"

"obviously"

Thank you so much for considering doing a ben Miller escape room x reader the lack of fics for him hurts 💕

as someone who always loves exactly those characters that aren’t really popular for fics, i see you!! and i’m going to get to it as soon as possible!! 💕💕

I love your fics!! Could you do a Lockwood x reader fanfic for illicit affairs? Like the reader could be related to someone high up in DEPRAC or Fittes and Lockwood doesn’t want people to know they’re tgt bc he’d be accused of trying to get favours or smthin but reader rlly wants ppl to know n is getting fed up with hiding. A healthy dose of angst would be 10/10 <3

ILLICIT AFFAIRS

pairing: Anthony Lockwood x reader

warnings: mentions of sexual themes

summary: you want to make your relationship public, anthony doesn’t. you don’t think you can accept that any longer, but at least for tonight you can

note: i loved this ask!! illicit affairs is one of my favorite songs of ms taylor!! i’ve decided to split it into two parts, just because it feels better for me. part two will be out tomorrow!!

part 2: tomorrow

"why does it matter anyway?" Anthony asked and you could hear the desperation in his voice

"it matters to me, Anthony" you answered calmly, tired of all the fighting you both had done in the past week. it wasn't like you always fought, this wasn't a usual state for your over two year relationship.

you were used to a loving, considerate boy and you knew that he would do anything for you. just not that one thing and that's why it wasn't enough for you.

you continued to fight while you walked around the room, collecting your items of clothing.

"y/n, please" Anthony sat down on his bed "we've been over this, I explained it to you more than a million times"

"I know" you replied tiredly

"let's just not fight anymore" he stood up and brought you close to his body

"okay" you muttered and you hated yourself for always giving in. you just loved him too much to maintain you restrain.

you put on your jacket and walked to the door

"make sure nobody sees you leave" it almost pained him to say what he always said

"no one will see me" it pained you to reply what you always replied

***

you were sitting at the large table in the entrance hall of the house you lived in. you nearly jumped to your feet when you noticed Anthony and his friends walking into the room.

they were led into the hall by your father, the son of Marissa Fittes. that was merely Anthonys problem about your relationship, he didn't want anyone to think he was just dating you for favours, you had told him a million times that that was rubbish and he argued a million times that it would matter. you could never agree on the matter.

you noticed Penelope walk in behind the agency and you felt it was rude to just sit and watch, so you stood up, flowing the material of your dress, as you joined your sisters side.

"I'm sure you've already heard of them, but these are my daughters" your father introduced you both "Penelope and y/n"

you expressed your greeting, Anthony's eyes staying a bit too long on your face. your father cleared his throat and you lost the boy's attention.

“Lockwood and co are our special guests for the ball tonight, that’s the least we could offer, after the job they did for us last year”

there had been a rather big problem in one of the houses your family owned. the haunting had be caused by a scandal, a forbidden relationship that escalated in the walls of the house and led to one of the affair partners dying at the hands of the other. your family had been able to suppress all the runout and stop any information on going out, but they had to get rid of the problem nonetheless.

that had been when your father had found the little three people agency. they had promised to get rid of your problem as quietly as possible. nothing ever got out.

that’s actually how you had met Anthony. because unbeknownst to your father, and not allowed you often spend time in the garden of the haunted mansion. that’s were you had first met Anthony, you remembered it like it had been yesterday

***

you were sitting in the garden, picking flowers. the golden august sun was displaying on your features and warming your skin. your dress was flowing a bit from the wind and your hair would now and then flutter in front of your face

"oh hello" a voice suddenly said, noticing you between the high grown grass

it was a boy, he was about your age and despite the summer heat, he was wearing a suit and a long black coat on top of it

"hi" you smiled, laying your head to the side and further inspecting him. his hair was short, and his skin was light, which made the dark circles under his eyes even more prominent.

“eh— i’m Lockwood, Anthony Lockwood” his hand jolted forward and you shook it while you grinned at him

“n/n” you said “just n/n”

ever since then he had found you intriguing, how you would sit in high grown grass in front of a haunted mansion, peacefully picking flowers. that’s why he loved you, you mostly did the things you did out of pure joy for them.

after your first meeting it seemed that Anthony Lockwood would just not leave your mind. you had found out later that it had been similar to him, always thinking about you in that dress, sitting in a field of flowers.

so you started to meet every few weeks, casually talking on your run to arif’s, or meeting each other on the street. coincidental meetings turned into dates and you spend more and more time with each other.

but as much as you wanted to tell the whole world, Anthony wanted to keep it a secret. even to Lucy and George, you weren’t more than friends to them.

***

“can i come in?” you asked after you had knocked on the door softly. there were some muffled words you couldn’t quite make out, but it sounded like a yes, so you slowly opened the wooden door.

“n/n” Anthony smiled, ushering you into the room he would spent the night in, and closing the door behind you “what are you doing?”

“i wanted to see you” you spoke softly, gripping his tie with both your hands. his hands wandered to your waist almost naturally “and i wanted to ask you if you’d like to accompany to the ball later… maybe we could slip away later”

“it’s a bit risky, don’t you think?”

“isn’t that what makes it fun in the first place?” you brought him down by his tie, his lips meeting yours. you deepened the kiss, walking you backwards and enjoying the control you had over him

Anthony laid on the bed, while you sat on top of him, straddling his waist. “we shouldn’t do this, y/n”

you raised your brows, slipping off your dress, leaving you only in your underwear

“okay, maybe we can be quick”

you giggled and rushed forward, crashing your lips onto his.

maybe you would always give in when he was telling you to, but at least you had the same hold over him, neither one could resist the other and that was part of the dangerous game you were playing.

and you didn’t know it yet, but you were about to lose.