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Hi! Can you write one about Tom Blyth and actress!reader where after filming a movie they grew closer and closer until finally one day Tom or reader or both confess their feelings for one another? Or maybe it can be them both being oblivious and everyone basically knows they’re in love until one of their costars helps them finally confess to one another? Thank you!

Baby, You're Perfect; Tom Blyth

pairing - Tom Blyth x actress!reader summary - its easy to fall for Tom on screen and even easier to fall for him in real life words - 1.31k warning - js fluff! Tom's a cutie note - I tried my best! I hope you like it :3 idk why but the pictures aren't working. trying to fix it asap

"You two are awfully close."

Although neither of you answered the question, the interviewer could sense the unspoken truth lingering in the air, revealed by the way both of you were flustered.

Working alongside Tom on a romance film created a bond that extended beyond the scripted lines. Having played his love interest on screen, the chemistry between the two of you was through the roof.

From the moment you sat down in your designated seat at the table, he caught your eye. You were curious to see how the chemistry read would play out. It turns out you two got along extremely well.

“Well, yes, seeing him every day has that effect; he’s such a sweetheart,” you confessed during the interview, a smile playing on your lips.

“Oh, don’t listen to her; she’s over-exaggerating," Tom interjected with a playful grin, emphasizing the chemistry within your off-screen dynamic.

He is a known gentleman, bringing you flowers every week on set—a thoughtful act born from the understanding of your love for them. The cast playfully teased him for it, drawing parallels from his on-screen character, who loved giving gifts to his girl. You adored his actions; no one had ever brought you flowers before.

As filming wrapped up, a sense of melancholy settled in, originating from the reluctance to part ways—you enjoyed your time on set. The days were a blend of shooting scenes or relaxing with Tom wherever you were, no matter what you were with him at all times.

Now that you were on the press tour for your film, you and Tom were closer than ever. The days were a whirlwind, going from interview to interview and then straight to the hotel to catch up on rest. The limited days off were cherished, offering you both a break from the spotlight.

Walking through different cities with Tom by your side became a treasured routine, despite the presence of paparazzi trailing your every move. Cameras flashed every time you went out with your hands intertwined, capturing moments that fueled rumors and speculations.

“Tom! Are you and Ms. Jones matching shoes on purpose?” A paparazzo called out, drawing attention to the coordinated footwear chosen during your shopping spree.

“Ms. Jones, do you have anything to comment on the dating rumors between you and Mr. Blyth?” another inquired. That is what most of them ask nowadays. Could they sense the feelings you had for your co-star? Ignoring the persistent questions, Tom guided you away from the crowd of cameras, seeking refuge in the waiting car.

“That was a lot,” he remarked after a few minutes of silence, his tone carrying exhaustion.

“It was. I can’t wait to get back to my hotel room.” He sensed something was off as you muttered your response. You were always able to hold a conversation with him; there was never a dull moment between you two. Though he knew you were tired from the day’s activities, he couldn’t help but wonder if he had done anything wrong.

As the car pulled up to the hotel, you hastily exited and rushed up to your room, leaving him behind. Guilt gnawed at you, but facing him after the intrusion of the paparazzi was a challenge you weren’t ready to tackle.

A few hours later, a soft knock at your door interrupted the solitude. You welcomed him in before crawling under the covers once again; there was no reason to ignore him.

“What’s going on, sweetie?” He looked at you with concern filling his eyes as he sat down next to you on the bed. “I know it's not because you’re tired; you’ve been napping for a while. Please talk to me." His genuine concern cut through the unspoken tension.

Once you didn’t answer, he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of bed. The two of you made your way to the door, where he handed you your shoes.

“Where are we going?” You questioned while standing back up, to which he replied by telling you your destination is someplace you would enjoy.

He dragged you all the way to the car and closed your door as you got in the passenger seat, like a true gentleman. The two of you drove around with the windows down, screaming along to your shared playlist.

“Are you feeling better, now?” He turned down the music, waiting to hear your answer. “I am, thank you. Would you like me to explain?" Communication was very important to you, and unable to deceive him, you felt compelled to reveal the truth.

“In all honesty, the paparazzi got too overwhelming. Especially with all the dating questions.” You admitted, your gaze fixed on a point in the car, avoiding direct eye contact.

Tom’s expression softened, a mixture of understanding and empathy in his eyes. He parked the car in an empty parking lot before reaching out for your hand and placing it in his lap. “Hey, you don’t have to face this alone. And, for the record, I hate how they invade our personal lives as well.”

A smile appeared on your lips, appreciating his supportive words. “It’s just... the questions about us and whether we are dating. I didn’t know how to handle it,” you confessed, vulnerability filling the open air.

He nodded, his thumb gently rubbing against your hand. “I understand; it's okay to feel overwhelmed. But you don’t have to worry about handling it alone. We can get through this together.”

The sincerity in his words reassured you and provided comfort in his presence. “Thank you, Tom. This means a lot more than you realize,” you replied, your voice genuine.

"Anytime, sweetie, we’re a team, on and off-screen.” He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.

You couldn’t help but notice a shift in the air—a subtle change in the dynamic between you two. The unspoken feelings that lingered beneath the surface were now begging to be let out.

Silence soon enveloped the car; the only thing playing was the music set to a low volume. The weight of the implicit emotions hung in the air, yet there was a shared understanding that needed no words.

You debated breaking the silence, but fortunately, Tom spoke up before you could. “You know, I’ve been thinking about it more and more recently... Maybe it’s time we addressed the dating rumors.”

Your eyebrows were raised in surprise. “Agreed, but how do we go about it?"

“Let’s be honest with them,” he paused, thinking of how he should continue. “We were going to have to talk about it one day, so why not tell them the truth now?”

Your heart skipped a beat, and the idea of him actually liking you echoed in your mind. “The truth?”

He nodded, honesty in his eyes. “What if we tell them that the chemistry they see on screen is more than just acting?"

You caught your breath, the unspoken truth finally swimming to the surface. “Tom, what are you saying?”

“I’m saying I like you, not just as a co-star; everything we do together is what I've always dreamed about. Baby, you’re perfect.”

A rush of emotion swept over you, and a genuine smile graced your face. “Tom, I like you too, more than I ever thought I would.”

His smile mirrored yours as he stared into your eyes. “Then let’s tell them the truth. We like each other, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

As you shared a lingering look, he slowly leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. Your surroundings seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in that moment of equal vulnerability.

Breaking the kiss, Tom grinned, his eyes filled with love and affection. “Ready to face the world?” he paused, waiting for some kind of response, continuing once he saw you nod.

"So, let’s start right now.”

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casparscunttt16 · 15 days

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Somethin' Stupid | Matt Sturniolo| Sturniolo Triplets.

Summary: In which you and Matt have been dating for 5 months and he says "I love you" for the first time in your relationship, on a late night drive.

Warnings: None, just fluff.

Enjoy loves!

gif not mine.

The night started out as something uneventful and boring as I sat at my desk typing up my essay which should've been done exactly 3 days ago as it's due tonight at 11:59. The night was quiet, peaceful, and somewhat relaxing. While I typed away, my phone buzzed a few times before I decided to check it. All text messages from Matt.

Matt and I have been dating for about 5 months. These 5 months with him have probably been the best of my life. He never failed to make me laugh and smile, cheer me up. He truly was the sweetest boy alive and best of all he treats me so well. Before I could respond to his text message I was receiving a FaceTime call from him. I smiled and propped my phone up on a random water bottle on my desk. "Hey sweetheart, what are you up to?" He asked with his entire face up in the camera making me giggle. "Finishing up my essay. What's up? Did you need something?" I asked, as I continued typing away. "Are you almost done?" He asked as I heard his car door close.

"Not exactly." I was completely engrossed in finishing my essay before the deadline. "I was thinking we could go on a late night drive and maybe stargaze at a park?" He spoke a bit shyly as he proposed his plan. I looked at him with a big smile plastered to my face. "I would love to." such simple words of agreement made his face light up. "I'll be there in about 15 minutes baby." he replies eagerly.

"Okay see you then, bye Matt." I smiled and hung up. I got up from my desk to change out of my pjs and into something a bit more presentable but nothing special. I put on a hoodie I took from Matt and grey sweatpants with my Birkenstocks. I did some light makeup which was just mascara and concealer with lipgloss.

In 20 minutes I got a text from Matt saying he was outside, just as I was about to walk out there was a knock at my apartment door. I opened the door to Matt obviously. "You look so cute." he smiles looking down at me then placing a gentle kiss on my lips. "Thank you Matty." I interlinked our fingers together, he leads me out the door and down into the parking lot. He walks over to the passenger side, opening the door for me and buckling me in. I smiled at the gesture and adjusted the seat to my liking.

He played some soft background music as he drove us to a park with a big field. He went to his trunk and grabbed blankets and pillows. "Babe do you need help?" I asked and he shook his head no.

He set everything up and patted a spot on the blanket next to him. We laid next to each other staring up at the stars. The music from the car still lightly playing in the background. He glances over at me. "What?" I questioned with a smile. "The moon is beautiful isn't it?" he replies, leaning into me, staring at my lips. "Quit being so cheesy." I rolled my eyes playfully. He pulls me closer, sort of leaning over, on top of me. His presses his lips against mine gently. He wrapped his arms around me lovingly while our lips moved in sync. After a few moments he pulled away and stared somewhat longingly into my eyes. "I love you" he speaks just slightly above a whisper, his tone is soft yet direct as he stares into my eyes. "I love you" I replied softly.

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free-my-mindd · 3 months

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Late night drives

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soullessdianthus · 6 months

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𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 | 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 (comfort/fluff)

READ THE FIRST PART HERE ⟶ 𝕏

Summary: Basically some sneaking out with your Lt, because he had been worried about you. :( What could go wrong? Y/N ━ your name

Word count: 4k

It wasn’t easy going back to the everyday routine, to the schedule you did for yourself and religiously followed day after day. Even though you had the strength to get out of a warm bed, participate in tedious training and spend time with your friends in the cafeteria you were still not allowed to participate in a mission.

Obviously you were allowed back in the gym after your body healed and regained strength, although some may have suggested it was still too early. Some green and yellow bruises visible under the hem of your shirt, soreness in muscles slowly fading away.

But it was the hand that hurt the most and healed the longest. You found out the hard way during a sparring session with Omen, when he blocked your punch with his forearm and then the blunt pain made your mind go numb. Captain Price was right – your soul and your body were not ready for a mission.

— It takes time to properly heal a bone, kid. Take it easy. — He tried to suggest, but it only left you infuriated.

You have never asked for a time off, you never asked for this. Price was right, it takes fucking weeks to regenerate a bone structure. If you hadn’t taken a strong painkiller before bed since the interrogation, the night would be sleepless as the healing process was uncomfortable.

Being stuck in the base made you feel useless, especially when your lieutenant and friends were being constantly deployed somewhere, leaving you alone with the unpleasant memories regarding Shadow Company.

Soon after their departure your name was cleared out with the help of Kate Laswell. You wished to never see the bastard responsible for your beating again or nowhere near you. Graves never tried to apologize or reach you again, but his presence around the base made you succumb to the four walls of women's barracks all day long.

Like a coward.

It might have been the first time in your lifetime, when you found a person to be so repellent. Thing was, that the whole grief or disgust you were carrying was about the commander's perverted innuendos.

Since the beginning you had a feeling something was off about his cocky attitude. Something more than just shitty pick up lines. It was about Graves overall, but you decided to blame it on your prejudice toward men.

You should have listened to your intuition and refused to walk with Phillip that day. You really should have and now you’re suffering the consequences.

The painful sorrow echoed in your ears almost all the time, bringing pathetic tears to your waterline. Hiding them became more complicated than before.

And little did you know, such a small and “unimportant” detail wasn’t overlooked by your superior. Ghost’s eyes swallowed by the darkness noticed each single thing, especially when it came to you. How your brassy smile faded and how your brows were no longer furrowed in full concentration. You changed.

Despite the injuries, your form wasn’t lacking – while one of your hands was healing you mastered knife throwing with the other. You still participated in daily training and gatherings, so Lieutenant Riley felt entitled to keep you in line and in one piece.

— That’s enough for today, Y/N. — The calm yet resolute voice of the lieutenant stopped your training with your partner, Omen. The same man who came to the lieutenant's office, alarmed by your disappearance after the operation regarding weapon trafficking.

— But I’m fine, sir. I can continue.

But the mountain of a man stood unmoved and stoic, doubting your reply. Nonetheless, Ghost was glad that your voice stayed the same – fiery yet sugary. A sweet little burden on his mind, giving him sleepless nights.

— Go change your bandages, they’re bloodied. You’ve broken a stitch, again.

— Fuck. — A quiet curse left your lips as you inspected the crimson patch over the bandages wrapped around your forearm. You knew you were going to get lectured by the doctor once more.

— If that keep happenin’ they might stop patchin’ you up, you know that?

— Take some rest, it will heal quicker. — Comrade Omen stated, placing his sweat covered hand over your stiff shoulder.

— I don’t need your pity too — you almost hissed at his friendly gesture, reflecting on your own words immediately. You exhaled slowly, trying to relax your muscles, before apologizing for your defensive response. — Sorry.

— He’s right, take a break — upon seeing the ongoing conflict in you, Ghost glanced through his mask with a cold gaze. — It’s an order, soldier.

You rolled your eyes like a rebellious youngster before heading towards the locker room, leaving the two men behind.

The last thing you wanted the lieutenant to think about you was that you were weak. You were far from that and he knew it perfectly – you were as stubborn as he, yet much better than Simon. At least in his opinion.

He, contrary to you, brutalized and hardened his body through the years, leaving his flesh scarred and coarse. Simon didn’t want it to happen to you too. To see your young, soft skin turn into a bumpy piece of leather would be a disaster indeed.

However you still felt like you needed to prove yourself – before Ghost or Captain Price. You wanted to be valued and your current state, which was Graves’ fault, was slowing you down. You have never asked for a special treatment.

It felt like your own body was sabotaging you, acting against your own will.

Agitated, you closed the door to the locker room behind your back, before slumping down on the wooden bench in the middle of the alley. You hid your face in your hands, before trying to gather thoughts.

You were fucking infuriated at yourself for breaking down in his arms that night, when Ghost along with Captain Price came along to your rescue. You were so tired then that you weren’t fully yourself – controlling, keeping everything organized and composed.

Keeping feelings locked, both unpleasant and those more… complicated.

You dared to show him your vulnerability and now he thought of you as something fragile. Worse, someone not suitable for his squad.

If you hadn’t stood your ground, he would have already kicked you out, right? There was no place for frailty under his command – under Simon Riley’s supervision, a legend of the shell of a man, closer to the cold blooded murderer than a lenient lieutenant.

Yet, you found comfort within his warm embrace that night, feeling safe for the first time in a while. His care of you seemed genuine.

But why? You were just a private, a rookie.

Maybe Ghost wasn’t as stern as they said? Perhaps his heart wasn’t made of ice.

It has been another sleepless night since the doctor cut off your medication as in his opinion you should rest with no issue now. Well, the doc was utterly wrong.

You trashed between the sheets in your bed, while your other roommates were long gone in their dreams. Despite almost all of your injuries being healed, everything hurt. You found the sensation close to the soreness in your tibia when you were growing up.

There were things left unclear, an anger you have been bearing, because of your lieutenant. Ghost must have thought very poorly of you if he softened just because you have been interrogated and blood was spilled.

Fuck, you must have looked pathetic in his eyes.

You needed to talk to him about… all of this or else you wouldn’t find peace. But right then, you needed fresh air – a cold breeze upon your flushed cheeks. You decided to break the curfew, risking a punishment, just to sneak outside for a moment.

You silently jumped out of the bed and put on clean cargo pants and a fleece jacket. Thankfully the hallways were empty by the night time and you managed to reach the doors on the back of the base building.

Your slow and relaxed exhale was interrupted by a sudden hoarse voice echoing from the darkness.

— Goin’ somewhere?

— JesusfuckingChrist — you said during one, sharp inhale. One of your hands shot right to your chest, grasping the fleece material tightly. — Scared me, Lt.

— Not the first time, eh?

Only when Ghost took a drag of his cigarette, the burning tobacco underlined the features of his bare jaw – pale skin covered in few scars and a stubble blonde rash. Lips pouted, sucking on the cigarette’s filter. The man rolled his balaclava over the tip of his slightly bumpy nose for the first time in your presence and you did your best to remain normal about it.

Fuck, did he uncover his face so casually around anybody else?

— You’re smoking? This late? — You tried to sustain the small talk in order to hide your confusion.

— Want one?

He proposed and you hesitated. For a moment you wanted to accept the offering.

— No, thanks. I don’t like the smell of cigarettes on my hands.

— Then what are you doin’ outside? It’s past your bedtime, Y/N.

“Cheeky bastard”, you thought to yourself at his stupid comment, your jaw parting slightly open in an offended manner. You wiped your sleepy face with a hand, before slouching slightly into your palm.

— Just… I needed to get out of there and breathe. Couldn’t sleep.

Ghost hummed intrigued, before throwing the burned out smoke to the ground and crushing it with the sole of his shoe. He detached from the wall, he was leaning upon and started walking in your direction. The mask was again covering his face.

— I might have a remedy for that.

Curiosity was probably your biggest vice that someday might be your doom. But in that moment, something made you follow the lieutenant through the field cloaked in darkness.

You had to speed up to catch up with his massive steps, but when you did, a subtle smile appeared on your lips. Both of you broke the curfew and of course, his punishment would be way less severe than yours (if he even would suffer the consequences). But the same thrill of it, made your heart beat faster.

— Are we going to do something mischievous? — You asked in full curiosity, keeping your head straight.

— Thought you like stayin’ out of trouble.

— I do — you partially agreed — usually.

An even wider grin twisted your cheeks, exposing some of your teeth. Ghost discreetly took a glimpse at you, though you didn’t notice due to the hood covering his head.

— You’re up to something, Y/N?

— A thing or two.

He hummed, before responding.

— Should I worry?

— Of course no, sir.

The man chuckled. Barely audible, but he did and he couldn’t deny it. It might have been the first time you heard him behaving so casually.

After a short walk you reached the parking lot and only then you began understanding what his “remedy” was. Ghost opened the passenger’s door and with a theatrical gesture invited you inside.

Your eyes crossed with his for a moment, searching for… what? You couldn’t let your imagination too loose, the naive and stupid thoughts that were gathering inside your own head had to be gone. Immediately.

— Where’re going? — A simple question was asked, when he started the engine of the vehicle.

— That’s classified.

— Very funny. Got another?

You satirically asked, your face staying calm and unbothered. Maybe slightly frustrated, but that’s exactly what he wanted to pull from his subordinate. He took a sick pleasure in toying with you like that.

— Plenty. What does the Loch Ness monster eat? — Ghost said in a stoic manner, while you lifted your brow in anticipation. — Fish and ships.

There was a moment of complete silence, before you laughed out loud. The joke was utterly bad and dry, yet somewhat funny.

But the truth was he brightened up your mood even if only a little, it has taken the burden off your shoulders.

— Saving those for later or what?

— Aye, special occasions.

Involuntarily your cheeks flustered as you could feel the warmth spreading over your face. Thank God it was dark, but still – afraid of getting caught, you turned your head toward the window. Even if you didn’t see a single thing outside.

Ghost stopped near the guard’s post to identify himself. And well, you too. The warden said nothing and let the two of you pass to the road leading outside of the base.

— Uhm, sir? — You spoke out as soon as he rolled up the window. — Won’t they report that we… sneaked out?

— Don’t worry about that.

The ride was calm and silent. The radio was turned off and since he didn't share how long your voyage would last, you got comfortable in a passenger’s seat, leaning over the doors.

Then, something broke the mind numbing silence with a short whisper.

— Simon.

— What?

— You keep callin’ me “sir”, it makes me feel ol’. You can address me by that instead. — He explained.

— Just in the privacy of our conversations?

— Positive.

— Now, that seems fair. You know my name for far longer, but you just adore staying mysterious, do you?

— Mhm. And deadly.

He kept focusing on the road ahead for a couple more minutes, a quarter perhaps. Quickly you became sleepy, body snuggled in the corner of the cabin – the rocking of the car and the scent of Simon’s cologne lulling you to sleep.

It was strange, not so long ago you couldn’t rest in the bunker’s bed and now, curled up in a moving vehicle? He surely had to put some spell on you. Otherwise, you would never let your guard down.

If not for him continuing the conversation, you would surely fall asleep right there and then.

— Wanna ask you a question, Y/N, but need you to answer truthfully.

— That’s kind of insulting for you to assume I would lie, Lt.

— It’s more of a proposition really — Ghost’s whole arms jolted as he changed the gear, the damn machine was old and cranky. — You wanna talk about what happened?

You knew perfectly well what he was asking about – “the Shadows” incident that happened nearly three weeks ago. For a brief moment, a minute perhaps, you were infuriated.

“Oh, so that’s what it is about”, you thought disappointed to yourself. Disappointed, but why? What were your expectations of this late night drive with your lieutenant?

Surely the severe beating from Graves’ boys gave you a concussion if you dared to think about something more regarding your lieutenant. Especially to the infamous soldier Ghost.

But the truth was, you took a liking to him earlier than the interrogation took place – it wasn't the fault of a head injury, you were just a naive, stupid girl.

You took a deep breath in and out, gluing your eyes to the glass window on your left, shielding yourself from his sight.

— I was… terrified, after what happened — you started explaining slowly, feeling as if the car had stopped and the engine was turned off — I don’t know why, but the beating and bruises weren’t the worst part. He scared me.

— He threatened you.

— In a way that… extracted primal fear. Fuck — you slowly turned your head in his direction, to see Ghost was listening carefully all this time — do you know, what I mean? I–

— I understand. Such interrogations are purely based on psychological torture. But that’s not the reason you’ve been acting strange.

— What do you mean, “strange”?

Now you have begun to feel truly offended.

— Wanna play silly now, Y/N? You’re better than that.

— Fine — you snorted, the bridge of your nose slightly frowning — I don’t like your special treatment. In this field people get hurt, you know that. I’m not a cripple.

— Never said you are.

— Then why do you keep sending me away?

— Because you’re stupid enough to keep pushin’ yourself until you bleed instead of properly healing. Wounded soldier is a dead weight.

This time he sounded meaner, almost like he was reprimanding you for your effort to be a valuable soldier. To him, you were behaving irresponsible.

— I temper myself to reach your fucking standards. — You raised your voice for the first time this evening and quickly remembered who you were talking to, your lieutenant. You were on the verge of losing everything you have been working for. Would he be willing to remove you from his team? The panic overwhelmed your senses, you couldn’t breathe. — I need air.

You pushed the doors open and jumped out of the car, circling it before stopping near the mask. Ghost got out too and slowly walked over like a vulture following his next meal.

— Since when do you care so much about others' opinions, hm?

But you stayed silent, probably thinking too much. He knew you were very cautious with your responses, but he wanted to hear the unfiltered truth. So Simon kept pushing.

— I asked you a question.

He stepped closer, cornering you between him and the mask of the car. It was hard to notice any switches in his gaze only illuminated by moonlight, his skull mask successively casted a shadow over his eye sockets. Ghost took a step forward and you one back – your fiery eyes finally noticing something eerie in his dark globs.

— I don’t care what others say about me.

— No? Then why do you try so hard to impress me?

The masked man took another step in your direction, causing you to bump into the car’s mask with your thighs and ass.

— Because you’re my lieutenant.

— Is that so?

Ghost’s hoarse, deep voice caused you to feel the vibrations of his voice in your body.

He leaned impossibly close, slowly placing his hands on both sides of you, physically caging you between his arms and a vehicle. You had to turn your head slightly to the side in order not to bump into his mask.

Fuck you could feel his warm breath on your neck.

— Y–Yes.

— That didn’t sound convincin’ enough.

You looked down, slightly ashamed of your incompetence at that moment, cheeks flushed pink. It only took Simon to come closer to you, to strip you of the ability to talk back.

— When you joined my team, I didn’t think you’d be difficult. I was wrong, everythin’ about you was a hassle. You’ve been a burden on my mind, girl. And now, look at you – jumpin’ ‘round me, tryin’ to fall back into my favor. Does an average soldier do things like this?

Now that he put it that way… You began revaluing your priorities. Was your little crush that obvious?

One of his hands began caressing your hip in a soothing motion. If he wanted to, Ghost could pin you down with the force he carried. Yet, the gentle giant was trying to persuade you to talk.

— N–No.

— No — he repeated with a much gentler gaze. — Then why do you care about my opinion so much?

— I didn't want you to think I’m weak. But lately… — your sweet voice broke down, the shame washing over you as you finally confessed. — I’m a pathetic disaster, because I took your offer for comfort and now you’re taking me for someone…

But before you finished, he cut you off.

— I offered you support, because I understand what you’ve been through.

— I felt humiliated — you hesitated for a moment, before finally letting the emotions flow through your veins. Hot blood made you feel lightheaded, but at the same time adrenaline gave you strength to keep confessing — because I like you, Simon. And you saw me… like that.

Ghost exhaled loudly, his shoulders dropping.

— Always so tough, aren’t you? Come ‘ere.

Without any warning, his huge palm sneaked to the back of your head and pulled you into his chest. Your cheek was pressed tight against his fleece jacket, heat radiating through the layers.

You found the act… soothing. Squeezed by Ghost’s arms, providing you with a feeling of security and being taken care of. How could you deny his touch, his help or kind words?

— You’re always comforting soldiers like this?

You lifted your head to look at him and carefully assess his reaction. From this close, you could see his eyes clearly and what hid behind them.

— Only if they’re called Y/N.

But what he was about to do, would leave you flabbergasted.

Ghost rolled his balaclava up his nose again and leaned over your pretty face. Although his lips were scarred and you expected them to be harsh, they were nothing like that. Soft, slightly wet tissue brushed over your parted lips, teasing slightly before finally kissing you.

One of his hands kept your head steady, the other caging your body to his. You managed to sneak your own palm, smaller and more slender than his, to Simon’s jaw and touch it tenderly.

His mouth worked wonders on stealing your breath, causing your muscles to finally relax. Ghost lightly pulled on your lower lip, toying with it for a moment. You had a feeling that he might even bite down just to draw a little bit of blood.

A crimson he was bathed in, the sins he had on his guilt. Who could have thought that such a distant and cold shell of a man was hiding “Simon” beneath?

Gentle, caring Simon who fell in love with you.

The sweet tension coiled in your belly, thighs begging for some friction. Your whole body clung to his broad form and you giggled between the kisses.

— What? — He asked, looking at you with a spark in his eyes.

— You’ve gone soft, Lt. Ghosts are supposed to be terrifying.

— Mhm. And you’re supposed to be in bed at this time.

This time it was you, who pulled the other into another hungry kiss. Your cold hand sneaked lower, under his underlined jaw and down his strong neck, so you could nuzzle your fingers between his skin and jacket.

— Will you take me to yours, Lt? — You teased shamelessly, quietly whispering into his mouth as your eyelashes fluttered. A sense of fulfillment rushed through you, when Simon finally proved to you that he cared as much as you did.

— Playin’ a dangerous game, Y/N.

Ghost kept playing with the strands of your hair that poured through his fingers. With the other arm he kept you close, soaking up the faint moment, an intimacy with you.

Blonde man precisely felt the curves of your chest clinging closely to his broad chest. Your lungs were filling and emptying at the same rhythm. He couldn’t stop staring at your beautiful eyes, stars reflecting in their pupils.

Simon Riley knew he shouldn’t get attached to anyone – he was a soldier and life was cruel for people like you two. But when he held you in his arms, breathing so softly, Simon wasn’t regretful.

Not a single fucking bit.

He finally had found you.

#reader insert #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #ghost #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley #whump #comfort #fluff #late night drives

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allura-raine · 2 years

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Late night cruising vibes ☆

#purple aesthetic #crecent moon #late night drives #moon light #nightcore #night sky #sparklecore #sparkle aesthetic #dark blue aesthetic

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inmyperfectworld · 14 days

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Let's take a late night drive and vibe out to some old school R&B. 🖤

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mrsoulstice · 1 month

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Late night drives

#steamy #driving #late night drives

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saturnisscreaming · 3 months

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I love seeing the "caution event ahead" sign while I'm driving on the country roads back to school

Really enhances the vibe

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coneyislandbabysworld · 4 months

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late night drives with paul is always a thrilling experience. him placing his hand on your thigh. listening to a playlist that you both made specifically for moments like this. putting your legs over his. holding hands. him going over to peck your cheek as he stops for the red light.

#Spotify #paul aron #paul aron imagine #aesthetics #late night drives #moodboard aesthetic #moodboard #pinterest board #f1

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delusionalmultifandomwriter · 3 months

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Heyy, can you do a fic, where Batman and Robin are driving through Gotham, relax and talk about life, while they get something to eat? Something cosy for a chill night story?

Oneshot

words: 1220

because you didnt specify, i picked Dick as Robin for this oneshot

Note: Dick is around 13 years old, takes place somewhere during the start of YJ S1.

Dick Grayson had an awful day at school. He nearly fell asleep during history class which luckily noone noticed but still he hated it, trying to keep his eyes open when all he wanted was to sleep for a full 24 hours, after that he slept through his lunch break and froze off his toes in the cold January weather while he tried to perform in a football game.

Normally, Dick was excited when Bruce came home because it meant that he would get to either do some training or go on patrol very soon. Tonight, he was sitting on the living room floor, laying on his English exercise book on the couch table and wanted to stay inside for the rest of his life time. Or at least until the snow started to melt.

Bruce entered the house and hanged his coat to dry next to the door. He made his way into the living room were he spotted Dick laying on his textbooks. "Are you trying to do or to crush your homework?" He asked smiling. Dick huffed and buried his face deeper into his arms.

"That bad?" Bruce's tone changed into a more concerned one as he approach Dick and sat down on the couch next to the boy. Dick grumbled something inaudible into his sweater sleeve.

"Come on, you have to talk to me. You are clearly not feeling the aster." Bruce said with a half-smirk. Dick groaned and lifted his head. "Im feeling the dis-aster." He groaned. Bruce leaned foreward and took a glance at Dick's textbook. "Shakespear, i see. That definitly is a disaster. What have you got so far?" He asked.

"The 'eye of heaven' is the sun." Dick grumbled. "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day." Bruce said dramatic. "I see." "I'll just google it." Dick mumbled and buried his head back into his arms. Bruce nudged Dick playfully. "Richard Grayson, i will pretend that i didn't hear that." He scolded him playfully.

Dick giggled and sat up to nudge Bruce back. Bruce parried the attack of the boy gently. Dick sat down next to him. "Do you want to go for a ride and eat some unhealthy food?" Bruce suggested. Dick smiled widely. "Yes please." Bruce got up and waved for him to come with him. "Come on, before Alfred catches us and forces nutritional dense food on us."

Dick smiled and followed Bruce, he swiftly put on his winter boots and his jacket. Bruce also put his coat back on and they headed into the garage to get into the car. The boy sat down on the passenger seat and put his seat belt on excisted.

Dick was eating some fries when Bruce pulled back on the street. They sat in silence until now but as Bruce drove through the streets he finally broke the silence. "So, is it only Shakespear that annoyed you today or did something else happen?"

Dick shrugged as an answer. "I don't know, today was just... mid." School was boring and we had PE outside and i was tired. It was all... okay." Bruce nodded while he sipped his coke. "I see. Want to talk about it?" He offered. Dick swallowed some fries he was munching on. He shook his head. "Not really. Just forget about it." He grumbled, the lights of Gotham passed by outside as Bruce drove outside of the city.

"Are we going on patrol later?" Dick asked. Bruce leaned back into his seat, holding the steering wheel with one hand. "If you want but i wouldn't mind when you stay in tonight and catch up on some sleep." Dick nodded and shrugged. "I don't know." Bruce smiled over at him. "You can still decide when we get home, you look like you could use a night off."

Dick sighed. "Do you think i can stay Robin forever?" He asked hesitantly. Bruce was not too shocked by the question, Wonder Woman brought the topic up a few times before.

"If you want, you can stay Robin forever." He answered. Dick nodded pensive as he looked out of the window. "If you ever want to become another alter ego, you can, of course. But you can always stay my partner." Bruce added. Dick smiled down on his milkshake before he took another sip.

"But don't you even dare calling yourself 'Captain Obvious', in that case i will have to end our partnership." Dick laughed. "It was Wally's idea, i swear." He argued. Bruce shook his head unbelieving but smiled a little. "That boy is full of bad ideas. Who even brought that topic up?"

"It's just... it was M'gann. She asked what connects us. I'm sure she didn't mean it but.... yeah." Dick said, Bruce could hear the sorrow in his voice. "Because our costumes have nothing in common."

Bruce huffed. "M'gann is still learning about earth." Dick shrugged. "I always thought people would know we belong together. We complement eachother perfect." He grumbled. "That's true. Well, at least all the villains we arrested know we are a team." Dick chuckled at Bruce's response.

"Do you like the team so far?" Bruce asked curiously. Dick nodded. "Yeah, it's amazing. Im excited to go on real missions with them. Although, Superboy doesn't really like the aster." Bruce chuckled. "I think he just doesn't get it." He answered. "He is also just getting used to earth. And also to your humour."

Dick nodded smiling. "Yeah, took you a while too." Bruce pretended to gasp dramatic. "I am outraged, although, you are probably right. You were a handful when i first took you in. You still are." Bruce chuckled.

"What did you hate most about me?" Dick asked straight away. Bruce huffed. "I took you in, i loved you. Although, you leaving all your stuff around in the manor probably put some stress on Alfred." Dick laughed. "Yeah, maybe." "You still leave your shoes everywhere." Bruce teased Dick.

Dick chuckled sheepishly. "Yeah... it is so i can.. ugh... for a top secret reason." Dick said and nodded fast. Bruce laughed. "Of course it is."

"Would you adopt another kid?" Dick asked between eating more fries. Bruce looked on the street thoughtful and stole a fries from Dick before answering. "Maybe. I never thought about adopting a kid when i took you in but i didn't regret you for a second. Maybe, if it happens. Would you like a sibling?"

Dick thought about it a moment. "I don't know. I never had a sibling before, i was always the only child. I like that it is only you and me for now. Maybe one day." Bruce nodded solemnly. "Sounds good." "What did you like most about taking me in?" Dick asked curiously.

Bruce thought for a moment before he smiled to himself. "I was very fond of your 'hug attacks'." Dick laughed in response. "You haven't done that in a while, how come?" Bruce asked. "I thought i was getting too heavy for it. I could probably knock you over." He admited sheepishly.

Bruce smirked. "Nothing, can knock over The Batman." Dick nodded slowly. "So... can i do it?" He asked. "Always, even when you are taller than me." Bruce answered quickly. Dick smirked. "I will attack you when you least expect it, Bossman."

#batfam #batman #my writing #batfamily #bruce wayne #dc robin #dick grayson #dc comics #hug attack #dick grayson does hug attacks #car driving #late night drives #young justice #captain obvious #oneshot #fluff

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daisyaxvii · 6 months

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can we go on a late night drive just blasting songs and driving on the highway, being completely in the moment thinking life can’t get better.

#daisyaxvii thoughts #late night thoughts #late night drives #life #my thoughts #thoughts #thinking

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free-my-mindd · 1 year

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New York City At Night ✨

#nyc #skyline #newyorkcity #city views #nightviews #late night drives

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twiishaa · 7 months

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late night drives

a kpop/ jpop (?) playlist

shhh ; kiss of life

criminal love ; enhypen

one in a billion ; enhypen

jazz bar ; dreamcatcher

mirotic ; tvxq!

checkmate ; xdinary heroes

sacrifice (eat me up) ; enhypen

all night ; (g)i-dle

give me your ; (g)i-dle

blessed-cursed ; enhypen

attention, please! ; enhypen

kirari ; fujii kaze

overdose ; natori

hedemoneyo; fujii kaze

tokyo shandy rendezvous ; maisondes

no, thank you! ; k-on

ussewa; ado

note there was so much for this but i tried to add the ones i could think of 😭😭 even my friend helped out on this one (tysm girlie) 🤭🤭 if you think of any other songs please lmk and tell me any playlists you’d like bcos i’m running out of ideas 😣😣

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4airykun · 3 months

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[𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞...

🌕 ...𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧]

#jaehyun #jung jaehyun #nct 127 #nct #nct u #czennie #moon #aesthetic #nature #late night #late night drives #kdrama #random #random shit #cute #street photography #street aesthetic

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paigedarling0506 · 9 months

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Late Night Drive ♡

One shot ✿ Pairing: BaekhyunxOC

Baekhyun: Love, I just got out of the studio.

Read 11:03 PM

My lips automatically formed into an upward curve as soon as I read his message. I had been waiting for him, not that he told me to wait of course. This had been our routine, kinda. On those nights when he had to stay out late for work, he would text me as soon as his schedule was over. Receiving updates from him without me asking was heart fluttering. Considering the fact that we had been together for over two years. Me: I see, someone worked so hard again today, hm. 11:04 PM

I replied as soon as I could, feeling a bit sad that he had to go home late like this. Baekhyun: I’m all good Love, don’t worry. Give me a minute, I’ll call you when I reach the car. 11:04PM After receiving his response, I decided to close my laptop. Whatever I was doing could wait, I thought. Well, I didn’t really do much anyway as I was just stalling, waiting for my day to end with him. I stood and vacated my desk to sit comfortably on the bed. He called me after three minutes.

“Hey love.” He greeted me as soon as answered his call. “Hi,” I answered, the corners of my lips turning upwards at the sound of his voice. “Is it okay to talk to you? You aren’t tired yet?” He asked consecutively. I shook my head as if he could see me. “I’m fine Baek, I was actually waiting for you.” “Ooh really?” He responded, obviously teasing me. “I love my clingy girlfriend.” He added, letting out of a small laugh. “Shut up Baek.” I couldn’t help but giggle at how good his laugh sounded in my ears.

“Love, let’s switch to video call, I’m about to leave.” He suggested. “M’kay.” I agreed as I tapped on the video icon. In a matter of seconds, I saw him in the driver’s seat. He was wearing a black, long-sleeved top. His long hair naturally parted in the middle. He looked comfy and cozy. My heart actually hurts that I wasn’t with him right now.

I rolled on my bed, finding the most comfortable position while my eyes never left the screen of my phone. I watched him put his red seatbelt on before turning the engine on. One hand on the steering wheel and the other one on the gear, he glanced at me mouthing a silent I love you. Then he smiled my favorite smile, the one that reached his eyes. The way the butterflies in my stomach reacted to the little things he did was a natural thing. I had to admit that there was something so heart-fluttering watching him driving. He drove out of the basement and of the building and I was just busy watching him all the while. Honestly, I would never get tired of this view. He made a turn before he glanced at me once more. “How was your day, love?” He asked while he was busy navigating the steering wheel. Sure, I heard him but I was too engrossed observing him. “Am I too handsome, right now?” He added, this time accompanied by a subtle smile as he was obviously teasing me for just staring. “Don’t you dare even deny, I can see your drool from here.” His smile widened before it turned into a complete laugh. I let out of a small laugh, god I love his humor. “My legs hurt,” I told him out of nowhere, wanting to answer his first question. The expression on his face changed, he suddenly looked like he was scolding me. “You wore heels again today, didn’t you?” He asked, obviously starting to nag. I love how he would nag me for still wearing heels to work though I always complain about my feet and legs hurting afterward. “I had a presentation today Baek. I needed to look presentable.” I reasoned out, trying to stifle a smile.

He rolled his eyes at me which made me burst out laughing. “Excuse me miss, but you can wear a sweater, sweatpants, and socks and you’re still going to look presentable.” He argued in a matter-of-fact tone. “Presentable for you, mister.” I couldn’t help but point out. He shrugged, taking his attention away from the road to momentarily look at me. “Well, you have a point.” He agreed with a cocky smile on his lips. There’s never a dull moment with this person, my heart is full. He bent and reached somewhere in front which I believe was to turn his music on. He’d always do this, play some music in the background. He had a few late-night drive playlists and I must say that I enjoy listening to it too. I closed my eyes, laughing at his choice for the first song. It was the song he couldn’t stop talking about the other day. Bruno Mars, Silk Sonic’s Leave the Door Open. Say Baby, say baby, say baby I turned to check on him again and he was getting into the mood of the music. What you doin’? What you doin’? He winked at me and my heart did a somersault. Where you at? Where you at? He lifted a hand to his forehead and acted like he was looking for someone from afar, then his eyes landed on his phone, he smiled and pointed at me. Oh, you got plans? You got plans? His lips formed into a downward curve for a moment Don’t say that He shook his index finger god, he looked so cute, I couldn’t help but giggle at his antics.

I’m sippin’ wine In a robe I look too good (Look too good) He touched his chin, raising an eyebrow at me and I must agree that he looked too good. To be alone My house clean, uh My pool warm Just shaved (smooth like a newborn) The way he was hitting the notes effortlessly was amazing actually. My mouth kinda hurt, smiling and laughing the whole time until he finished the first chorus and the second verse of the song. I told him he did a great job and that he sounded good. He also made a silly remark like his new name should be Bruno Byun. The way I laughed out loud because of that. I noticed how he turned the volume of his music down. He rested his elbow on the window while he brushed his hair through his fingers. He was silent for a few seconds as if thinking about something. I waited for him until he gazed at me. “I miss you.” He told me, giving me a fond look. Oh. My heart sank at his words. “Ah, really.” He shook his head briefly. “I can’t believe it’s possible to miss someone like this.” He made a clicking sound with his mouth as he frowned. Exactly feeling the same thing, I felt soft. “You know I missed you just as much,” I answered, acknowledging that sinking feeling in my heart. “I can’t wait to see you again.” I must have sounded really sad because he stared at me a little too long. His eyes bore into mine as if telling me that he understood how I felt. He made another turn and before I knew it, he stopped the car. I thought he would say something right after but he didn’t. With one hand still on the steering wheel, he gazed at me silently. There was absolutely something in the way he looked at me, there was also a subtle smile on his lips. The soft expression on his face made me want to be beside him right now. Gosh, this is torture. We stared at each other for about a whole minute. I watched his attention explore every detail of my face as I did the exact same thing. And the longer I gazed at him, the longing to be with him intensified. And he must have mirrored how I felt too when I heard him sigh. “Love?” He called as he finally spoke.

“Hmm?” “You know, I would give anything in the world right now just so I can have you next to me.”

No, Baekhyun don’t make me cry.

He sighed accompanied by a quick and subtle downward curve of his mouth. “I miss you and it’s driving me crazy now.” He added, tilting his head down before looking at me once more. “It hasn’t even been a week. Is this normal? Am I normal?” “Oh, Love…” I trailed off wanting to comfort him. “I also hate the fact that you work in MARS some other days.” He went on emphasizing the planet’s name. “I hate your alien boss for sending you there.” He ranted, his lips pouting cutely. He’s so cute, my heart was about to explode. “I’ll come home as soon as possible,” I replied in a gentle tone. “I miss your hugs.” “Just my hugs?” He asked, his facial expression shifting to a playful one. “Are you sure that’s it, love?” We both laughed and I ended up giggling like a teenager. “I miss everything about you,” I told him, unable to stop myself from smiling. “Make sure you welcome me with your best hug when I come back.” “Please, you don’t even have to ask.” He smirked. “I might actually glue myself to you when I see you again, you can’t even walk a step away from me.” I laughed once more, I just love, love how he’s so funny. “I love you.” I heard him say, making me stop laughing instantly. “I love you too,” I replied, meaning every word that came out of my mouth.

He gazed at me as he placed his thumb on the screen, touching it like he was caressing my face. The way he never fails to make me feel loved even in the little things. He never ceased to give me the butterflies since day one. “You must be sleepy now.” He stated as he started to drive once more. “It’s okay, I’ll stay here until you reach home.” “Are you sure?” I nodded in response. “Just play some of your favorite songs from your playlist, maybe sing for me again,” I suggested, hoping he was giving in to my request. “Just try not to look so sexy or I’ll take a spaceship going back to Earth right away.” He laughed loudly at my remark. The first song that played was Park Won’s All of My Life, followed by Make Up by Sam Kim, then Every Day Every Moment by Paul Kim. I closed my eyes concentrating on the melody and his voice and it absolutely felt nice. Probably so nice, I was lulled to sleep in no time. I didn’t know how long it had been when I heard his voice once more. “Love…” His voice was gentle. “Hmm…” I trailed off, struggling to open my eyes. “Are you home now?” “Yeah. I just parked my car.” He answered as he unfastened his seatbelt. “I’m gonna head up to my unit now.” “Okay, you do that,” I replied. “Make sure to get enough rest, okay?” I couldn’t help but remind him knowing how hard he was working these days. “Yes ma’am.” He smiled. “You go sleep now. I’ll call you in the morning, baby.” He’s so sweet, my heart. “Not if I call you first,” I replied. He let out a small laugh. “Goodnight Love.” “Goodnight, love.” He nodded as he waved at me, mouthing a silent I love you before ending the call. My heart. Oh, my heart.

Baekhyun: Don’t wear the freaking heels tomorrow. 😤 12:11 AM With a smile on my face, I sent my reply.

Me: Where are your manners Byun Baekhyun? 🤨 12:11 AM Baekhyun: I mean please don't wear the freaking heels tomorrow, I don't want you to get hurt. 12:12 AM

My heart was warm right away. Baekhyun: Don't reply and just go to sleep now. Love you. 12:11 AM Aw, I love this man with all my heart that I was speechless for a few heartbeats.

#baekhyun fic #baekhyun #exo #writing #writing fanfic #baekhyunxoc #bbh #byun baekhyun #driving #baekhyun driving #kpop imagines #fluff #baekhyun fluff #fanfiction #late night drives

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