A Request If The Mood Strikes:

A request if the mood strikes:

I would just like to bring Lockwood a cup of tea in bed. That small kindness. Maybe he is wearing his pajamas or maybe he isn't :)

Thankyou, love @teaandransacking

—peace

pairing: anthony lockwood x gn!reader

summary: y/n is all that lockwood needs, especially in the quiet moments

warnings: some angst, but overall relatively peaceful, got carried away by the song

note: this turned depressing really fast.. sorry.. feel like I'm missing to write angst (feel free to request)

@teaandransacking I hope you like it, as you see I got a bit carried away... like always :) and wow.. I managed to only mention his name twice.. must be a new record

"hey" you smiled softly, opening the door to your favourite boys room.

"hello, darling" he grinned as he noticed your form and the mug you were holding

he was sitting in his bed, wearing his favourite pink pyjamas. you closed the door and set the mug down on his nightstand. "it's your favourite" you exclaimed "just how you like it"

"thank you" he beamed. he lifted the covers so you could slip under. your head went onto his chest and you watched as he took a sip from his mug

you know today wasn't easy for him. it was the day his parents had died all those years ago and your heart would break every second you saw him suffer. you had known him for a few years, and you knew that he would always spend that day in bed. he didn't mind your company though.

"you know that I am here" you said "any time you want to talk, or any time you just want to say nothing. I'll always be here"

"I know" he leaned over and kissed you on the hair "you keep my heart warm"

you knew what he meant by that. your heart felt always warm when you were spending time with him. you would often find yourselves just laying together in his bed or sitting in the library, him reading his magazines and you reading a book. there wasn't much you needed, always finding the most love in the quiet moments.

although you knew that he was everything to you, you often feared that you couldn't make up for the things he had lost. "I'm never really sure if I can give you the peace that you long for" you muttered

Anthony looked down at you and his eyes grew soft as he caught yours, the soft green melting into his dark brown. "oh, darling" he smiled, like you had just questioned such a simple concept "of course you can never give me the peace I need"

you heart sank at that and your eyes teared up a bit

"don't you understand?" his voice was tender "you're my peace"

you smiled at that, raising your head and looking in the face of the boy you had loved for years. "then all I can give you is myself"

"that's all I ever need"

you returned to the silence. it always felt comfortable and natural between you two. Anthony was sipping his tea and you watched him fondly. because of him you knew that love wasn't just for show. you could find it in the quiet moments, chasing each other through dreams and silence. finding each other holding hands, when you sensed that the other wasn't well, without saying a word.

you didn't want to keep your relationship a secret and you didn't, but you knew that when it counted, your love was tender, it was happy, quiet even.

and if it meant to keep him safe and all his sorrows away, you knew that you would die for him in secret.

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.

—i wish i could take your pain away too

pairing: wanda maximoff x sister!reader

summary: wanda had just lost pietro, but there was still someone who’d like to comfort her.

warnings: mentions of death (suicide) and grief

authors note: check out treacherous on my wattpad!! (@lovelyxblossom)

wanda laid on her bed in the compound. she had just finished counting the lamps and was now moving on to the dark patches, as it knocked on her door.

“Come in” she called, without moving a muscle

“how are you?“ wanda would’ve instantly groaned if it weren’t for the person asking the question.

y/n walked into the room, laying down next to her sister.

“it feels different- lonely. we were never separate”

y/n nodded her head and took wandas hand in hers. “i can still feel him“ she said. “it makes me think about sokovia. when we were kids. he would hold my hand when we went to the market, he never left my side“

“I’m sorry, I’ve been locked away all week, I should’ve come to you, I’m the older sister, not you“

“don’t be. i assumed it would be worse for you. you knew him longer and you’re his twin“

“that doesn’t change anything, y/n. he was still your brother“

y/n smiled and laid her arms around her sister. “he will be fine, I’ll take care of it“

tears rolled down both their faces.

“i know you will” wanda said after a few seconds of silence.

“i wish i could do anything for you though”

“you just did”

y/n looked at her with sorrowful eyes, as she shook her head.

“wanda, i wish i could take your pain away too”

before wanda could answer, she sensed a presence behind the door and sighed.

“vision?”

“i apologize I don’t mean to intrude”

“you don’t?”

“well, i suppose, yes i did intend to come in here”

wanda chuckled and patted the empty spot to her right. “come here”

vision looked around the room in question before sitting down next to her.

“were you alone this whole time? i heard you talking so i-“

“i spoke to my sister”

“but, wanda? you don’t have a sister”

“i had a sister. her name was y/n she died while she was experimented on“

“oh, i apologise. you two were the only ones to survive the experiments, so I just thought…“

“..that it was just us two. only pietro and i“ wanda finished for him.

“yes. but why was it different with her?“ vision asked unsurely. “wasn’t she strong enough?”

at that wanda snapped. “she was stronger than pietro and i combined”

“I’m sorry wanda, I shouldn’t have-“

“no it’s alright. you couldn’t know. the experiments worked on us all. especially her. her abilities were unbelievable powerful. she was able to communicate with the dead, change someone’s destiny. bring death or take it away. she could do as she pleased. her powers had no limit. and that was the problem“

she made a pause and took visions hand in hers. “they- they wanted to see if there was a limit, so they let her use her powers on people, innocent people. random men and women, sometimes even children. she only did it because she was promised that pietro and i would be killed if she didn’t obligated. she was so happy when she was a child, but once these powers consumed her, she became sad and the darkness started to control her. but she was always kind, so she resisted just enough”

vision drew his hand through wandas hair, as he listened to her story.

“then came the day. they brought us to watch- me and pietro. and they brought in a little boy. he screamed and cried and y/n did too. but she had to kill him. but when it came to the resurrection she couldn’t do it. i remember her laying on the floor, trying to wake the little boy. and i could hear her scream”

vision looked down at that

“and she looked at us, and she looked so much younger than you look like at 15, because she was just a child. a little girl, and they made a killer out of her. I told them to bring her out to us. to let us calm her down and comfort her. pietro screamed at the guards as they said no to our appeal. and our little sister, she was still there, in the white, isolated box, the dead little boy next to her. she kept looking at us. i could see her veins turn dark when she touched the boys heart, like they did every time she took away someone’s pain. I could see her cry and plead. and i took pietros hand because I was scared. I was so scared”

wanda cried silently. vision intertwined their fingers and tried to sooth her.

“when the black veins reached her shoulders, that was the moment I realised something was wrong. she kept crying and screaming and we could still hear it through the thick glass. she seemed to be in immense pain, both physically and mentally. I was in a trance, I just stood there as i watched and cried.”

vision softly squeezed her hand, watching helplessly as tears ran down wanda’s face.

“but pietro pleaded to take her out, to stop whatever was going on. but they said no. they kept repeating that they wanted to see where this was going so we just stood there and did nothing. her cries grew louder and finally we could hear a last scream, before she collapsed on the floor. then nothing. nobody did anything. they waited. and after 20 minutes of us pleading and nothing happening the little boy sat up. that was the moment i knew. our sister had given her life to save someone else’s. we could just see the back of her head. and when they turned her around we screamed, her hair had turned from red to black. her whole face was littered with black veins and her eyes didn’t look like a bright blue sky anymore. the wouldn’t even let us to her. they just took her away”

“I’m so sorry wanda, that is horrible. and now this whole thing with pietro. I can’t put into words what I’d like to say to you”

“don’t worry vision. as I said before, I just talked to y/n, she told me that pietro was save and that she was able to take his pain away”

“but is it real? when you talk to her I mean? or is it only in your head?”

“if it’s just in my head, it doesn’t make it anything less real, does it?”

“I suppose you’re right”

they fell into silence as they watched the stars outside of wandas window.

wanda only looked away when she heard a cough. she turned to her door. there stood y/n and next to her- pietro! they both smiled and waved at her and wanda did it back. she watched as y/n took pietros hand in her own, just like she did when they were children-, and they both threw a last lingering gaze at wanda. then they walked through the door as they vanished into thin air.

——

-> just posted my maximoff sibling fic (evina maximoff) on my wattpad profile (lovelyxblossom)

here’s the link:

Wattpad

𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 || ( 𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖓 )

❝ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 ❞ ↳ in which evina maximoff tries to make everything right part 1 of t...

If you want to check it out, I’d be happy

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 :)

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

okay this is so all over the place as well

1. Our last summer - from mamma mia

2. ceilings - Lizzy McAlpine

3. illicit affairs - Taylor Swift

4. better than words - One Direction

5. the way i loved you - Taylor Swift

6. london boy - Taylor Swift

7. all too well (10 min) - Taylor Swift

8. endlos - Mayberg

9. wenn inge tanzt - systemfehler

10. julia - Jeremias

there are a few german songs in it as well haha

tagging: @frogserotonin @websterss

I was tagged by @meinink to put my on repeat playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs. (thanks for thinking of me)

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