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[lymmsweb]

You call the shots babe, i just wanna be yours

🕷pairing : miguel o’hara x spider!reader

🕷word count : 1199

🕷tags : mutual pining, makeout session, slight angst

🕷summary : Miguel needs a quick break, you’re the only one that can get him to get a breath of fresh air.

Miguel had been cooped up in his office at the Spider HQ reviewing reports on potential threats to the multiverse, he had a admirable work ethic that was near impossible to break him out of, that was one of the traits many respected him for. Bags were starting to form under his eyes as the silence of the night filled the air until Lyla would chime in a statistic or overview, he paid no mind to his slight fatigue and continued typing and swiping away at the holographic screens. Lost in thought he didn’t hear your soft footsteps become louder and close in on him, a warm coffee filled mug you had made him was slightly burning your fingertips as you held onto it.

“Miguel?” you called out to him, making him smile to himself at the sound of your voice. He stopped what he was reading, turning around to look at you.

“What are you doing here?” he questioned with concern, no malice laced in his tone “It’s so late.” He took you in, the way your hair was ruffled just the right amount, the way the moonlit night casted blue shadows on your best features and how you always greeted him with a smile.

You handed him the mug, his eyes lighting up as his fingers touched yours momentarily “You’ve been in here all day, I haven’t seen you at all!” A bittersweet feeling dried up his mouth, he was glad you thought of him but he felt like he should push you away as to avoid heartbreak, he knew that most of the time in every dimension Spiderman’s love life was a cruel joke.

“I’ve been working.” he brought the mug to his lips taking a sip of the coffee, not once breaking eye contact “Thanks.” He grimaced slightly, he hated coffee though he’d never tell you that.

“Take a break Mi-” you tried to reason

“I’ve got too much work.” he tried to make any excuse as to not give in

“Please?’ you leaned closer to him, inviting and tempting him. He stared hard. His heart beat in a frenzy, he heard how the pulse quickened in his ears yet his poker face wasn’t even slightly cracking. His mind raced from all the different outcomes that you could tangle him in or, all the situations he had to untangle in his work, his inhibition slowly crumbling away every second he felt your warmth radiating into him.

“Please.” you softly pleaded placing your hand on his wrist, sending electrical like shocks to him that make a shiver run down his spine. He finally felt how his eyes ached, his head hurt and his suit felt unbearingly uncomfortable.

“Fine, fine you win,” he took another sip of the drink, resisting the urge to gag “where do you want to go?”

You let him go and pondered for a bit, nothing would be open at these late hours and he desperately needed an escape from the stuffy air indoors. “We could climb to the roof?” you suggested, he simply gave you a curt nod and you two started walking through the long passageways of the HQ in a comfortable silence. Almost no one was there at the time, only a handful of Spider-people stayed to catch up with old friends.By the time you two made it outside he had already finished the drink you gave him, placing it on a random table you two passed by.

“See how good the air feels?” you exclaimed, sticking to the side of the building by your feet and started to walk up it as if gravity did not apply to you. He watched you, your hair drooped down exposing more of your features, the carefree way you carried yourself and how much his heart burned with passion. Once you were a couple meters above him he jumped up too, right alongside you. He straightened his back as he matched your pace, his eyes staring blankly at the moon and stars that shon brightly whilst the air started to freshen his mind up. All that could be heard was the sound of cars drifting by as if they were in no rush, the apartments surrounding the tall building had some rooms illuminated in bright colours, adding a sense of personality to the charming view.

“Thanks.” he glanced over to you, trying his best to be sneaky.

“For what?” you looked over to him, he was staring at you like he was star struck. Miguel’s eyes wandered to your lips, eyes and blushed cheeks as every syllable escaped your mouth.

“I never realized how beautiful…” he hesitated, unsure of what would spill out of his mouth “Nueva York is at night.” A disappointed sigh escaped his lips as he finished his statement, he couldn’t care less on what Nueva York looked like. Breaking away from his gaze you looked around, the ground looked so far away that cars looked like small insects passing by in an orderly line. All the stars illuminated you two and the building you were scaling, only a couple meters from the very top a rush of excitement passed over you. You responded to him with a small noise of agreement as you finally made it to the top. Sitting down as you looked at the city he fought so hard to protect, he sat down with you too, shoulders touching each other without either of you saying a word. His muscles relaxed into your touch. Each breath he took the fatigue was slowly catching up to him.

“Por dios it’s been ages since i’ve felt like this.” he shifted his leg so it was pressed up against yours whilst he fiddled with his fingers

“You need,” looking over to him your faces were mere inches apart, he never once stopped looking at you. His lips were parted showing just the tip of his fangs, his breath smelt like black coffee and his red eyes were mixing beautifully with the blue hues of the night. His suit retracted just so his bare hands were on display, bringing them to your lips and gently felt your lips “a break.” you breathlessly finished your sentence just before he closed the distance, his chapped lips gracefully glided against yours whilst his hands held your jaw in place. He turned his body to lean into the kiss more, effectively shielding you from the cool air as he covered you with his body. your hands roamed from his waist all the way up to his hair, slightly tugging it which drove him crazy. A sudden feeling of hunger took control over him, he roughly deepened the kiss as his hands started to push you into him from the nape of your neck. His fangs slightly nicked your tongue which resulted in a faint metallic taste mixed with your saliva. The lack of air was making your lungs scream for oxygen. Placing your hands on his chest you firmly pushed him signaling him to stop which he understood almost immediately, both of you were left breathless afterwards, panting and smiling as you two just looked at each other.

“Guess i should take more breaks?”

a/n: Por dios - For god’s sake. I got the title from this song! Any criticism is welcome and i didnt proofread too in depth:) Also huge brainrot for this himbo

[lymmsweb]

25 things that gets me flushed when I'm reading:

( this list has gestures, actions, scenarios, and words that are expressible for the actions! / @urfriendlywriter ) ( tag me when yall write IMP the 12th, 13th, 14th and 15th!! )

cuddles and hugs during rain

kisses on the brow, eyes, jawline >>>

moans. whimpers. whispers.

smiling into your hair during hugs

brushing their lips against yours

heat creeping over their neck

touching, teasing, leaning in

smiling shyly, biting lips with a shameless smile

raising an eyebrow with a grin, head thrown back

impatient, feverish kisses or touches. hands around their neck, or in their hair, cupping their cheeks, touching their nape, grazing their jaw

quiet hugs, breathing uneven, warmth spreading from their body to yours

hearts beating a little faster, lips failing so hard not to curve up in their presence

stolen glances, faint brushes of their fingers over yours

fingers tipping one's jaw, caressing the bottom of their lips, behind of their ears, or nape of their neck (ughh sucker for these)

hands gliding down the other's body

them lying at your lap, reading to you or listening to you

holding hands, visiting each other's parents, baking in the kitchen together

hugs that lasts a little longer

eye contacts remaining unbroken until a third person clears their throat

drinking tea together. company in comfortably silences

coming over to pick you up for a date

^ eyes scanning your outfit with amuse

holding the car door for you, draping a coat over your shoulders, tugging your waist closer to theirs >>>>

feeling giddy in love, hot in their fingers, warm near their body, shy under the sheets

giggling together, laughing together, being so at ease with one another.

[lymmsweb]

thank you all for all the love and support yall gave recent Miguel post! I working on a new Miguel fic rn that should be out tomorrow, my requests are always open!

[lymmsweb]

" oh, shit. I'm in love with you ?? " prompts:

(feel free to use <3 @urfriendlywriter | req by @president--namjoon yall 6th, 7th omg 17th, and 19th yall tag me when u write! )

absent-mindedly playing with their hair.

smiling a little too much around them

wanting to do things for them [ie. gifts, surprises, writing letters etc etc]

having them hug you tight

them running into your arms

catching them lost in your eyes. AAAAH.

glancing at them when they aren't looking at you. and thinking oh shit im screwed for life.

wanting to capture that smile of theirs.

accidental touches and then thinking about it for days.

platonic forehead kisses starting to give u the feels. LIKE ITS SOMETHING MAGICAL.

"is that really all 'A' is to you?"

trusting each other with your lives.

when they aren't hesitant to defend you in your absence

they laugh at your 'not-so-funny' jokes.

always wondering what the other will do in your situation

"your smile brings me so much joy." >>>

tight hugs where both/either of you feel super safe in.

having them give something of importance to them for you, as a gift (ie. "oh this is a necklace my late mum owned.. she always wanted me to gift this to someone i cherish.. have it. :)" )

the moment of eye-contact from across the room that magically blurs everyone out of the world. it's just u two.

a third person pointing out how beautiful they're and suddenly you're seeing them in a different light (shalalallalaaa)

[lymmsweb]

Until I found you

🕷pairing : miguel o’hara x spider!reader

🕷word count: 1095

🕷warnings: non sexual intimacy, description of wounds, nudity, minor ATSV spoilers

🕷summary: Lyla alerts Miguel that you’re injured, Miguel takes it upon himself to help you

🕸 After he set up the Spider association you were one of the first that joined, he didn’t feel much for you at first but after going on countless missions together he trusted you more than anyone.

🕸He gave up on finding love after his daughter died, he felt as if he didn’t deserve a good relationship after all the damage he caused. You were one of the few people that helped him through his guilt and sadness after the event, often cracking jokes with Peter B. to get Miguel to crack even the littlest of smiles.

🕸 He never truly got over his daughters death but he slowly started to act softer and more affectionate with you. He would hang around the lobby more, he didn’t really know why but he always felt like he was looking for someone every time he went out. All most each time he came out of his ‘office’ you would always find a way to lock eyes with him or even strike up a conversation and each time he’d always let his rough exterior fall and shoot you a small smile.

🕸 Normally in his free time you’d always be with him eating Empanadas or Arepas in the kitchen, working in silence next to each other, checking up on you daily and slightly leaning into your touch whenever you’d accidentally bump into him. Miguel even gave you special authorisation with Lyla that no one but him had.

🕸 It was when Lyla alerted him that you were severely hurt after a mission gone horribly wrong he quickly dropped everything and rushed over and into your dimension. You were bloody and bruised, sitting on your living room floor panting and exhausted. Miguel’s heart dropped for a second,at the thought of loosing you he’s reminded of how his daughter hung onto him before she disappeared.

“Mierda! What happened?” he panicked as he bolted over to the medical kit you kept under your bed. He knew where everything was in your house, he crashed many times to your place durning restless, nightmare filled nights. He fumbled a bit as he grabbed it, hurriedly making it back to you making sure he didn’t knock anything over. Without hesitance he started to rip your suit off to get more access around the wounds.

“Buy me a drink first.” you chuckled weakly as you watched him furrow his brows as he started to disinfect the gash in your thigh.

“You only need one drink to sleep with me?” he joked as he to reach over to grab the needle and stitches, rubbing your leg gently with his other hand. He knew he had to ask what had happened but he decided against it just in case you would start stressing out more, although this didn’t stop him seething with rage every time he saw your bruised and cut face.

“Cielo this going to hurt.” he apologetically looked at you before he started to close the wound, with every painful noise you let out his heart broke just a little more, reminding him yet again how in his daughters final moments she was also making those noises. It didn’t take him long before he was finished, putting away all the medical equipment he made Lyla scan you for any internal damage. It turned out you had a concussion but apart from that you were somewhat ‘okay’.

“You should probably wash yourself.” Lyla chimed in, looking closely at your body before turning around to wink at Miguel. He scoffed in annoyance and swatted her away. She always enjoyed pushing her limits with him.

“Come let’s get you cleaned up.” blush crept up on your cheeks as he bent down and picked you up bridle style, trying his hardest to not touch any bruises as he gripped onto you harshly. He swiftly moved around furniture and rooms until he made it to the bathroom, setting you down on the toilet seat before turning to get the bath ready. He stared at the water slowly filling up the tub lost in though, what if he got there sooner, what if you died, what if…? He didn’t know what he’d do if you were no longer by his side, if he didn’t get to hear you again, to feel you again-

“Romeo, you okay?” your teasing words snapped him out of his trance, his head snapped towards you, just blankly meeting your eyes.

“I should be asking you that.” he hummed as he looked you up and down, taking in the way your torn suit stuck to the curves of your body. The way your lips were slightly parted showing your front teeth, the way you looked at him intensely back. He felt like he was under your microscope as you were studying ass his features too.

“Miguel..” you placed your hand on his knee, softly rubbing it. Once he heard you softly whispering his name, touching him so gently he realised just how much he was deeply in love with you, he would’t be able to having you not there in his life.

“Don’t scare me like that again, okay?” Miguel replied as he grabbed your hand intertwining his fingers in yours as he stood up, bringing you up with him. “Also the bath is ready, do you need a drink firs-“

“Shut up.” a light smack to his chest interrupted him, earning a small laugh both of you. Miguel silently asked for permission, waiting for you to allow him to help. You offered him a nod and smile, relaxing your body as he started to strip away the layers from your body, each little touch was like electricity against your skin. It took a while before you were down to nothing. He stayed silent, not letting his eyes wander around your naked form keeping strong eye contact.

He grabbed your hand and helped you into the tub, worried you’d end up slipping and hurting yourself even more, sitting down in the water felt like a blessing against your skin, finally getting all the seat and blood off of your skin was rejuvenating. Miguel felt his heart flutter as he realised how domestic the scene in front of him was, finding comfort in the love and trust you gave him. He walked around searching for your floral scented shampoo and your citric body wash, humming a song quietly to himself. Once he retrieved everything you needed, he passed you the bottles and sat down next to you playing with your hair, watching you intently as you cleaned your blood off of you.

a/n: Cielo - Sky (affectionate nickname) Mierda - Shit . I’ll def be writing more Miguel so whatever nickname he says in spanish is normally what my parents call eachother! The title is taken from this song. Also i just redid my page, hope y’all like it!!!

[lymmsweb]

Spiderverse Masterlist

Miguel O’hara

Until I found you

You call the shots babe, i just wanna be yours

[lymmsweb]

I only have 2 certainties in this life:

1. I will die one day

2. Miguel o'Hara's fics will include claws and fangs.

[lymmsweb]

Some words to use when writing things:

winking

clenching

pulsing

fluttering

contracting

twitching

sucking

quivering

pulsating

throbbing

beating

thumping

thudding

pounding

humming

palpitate

vibrate

grinding

crushing

hammering

lashing

knocking

driving

thrusting

pushing

force

injecting

filling

dilate

stretching

lingering

expanding

bouncing

reaming

elongate

enlarge

unfolding

yielding

sternly

firmly

tightly 

harshly

thoroughly

consistently

precision

accuracy

carefully

demanding

strictly

restriction

meticulously

scrupulously

rigorously

rim

edge

lip

circle

band

encircling

enclosing

surrounding

piercing

curl

lock

twist

coil

spiral

whorl

dip

wet

soak

madly

wildly

noisily

rowdily

rambunctiously

decadent

degenerate

immoral

indulgent

accept

take

invite

nook

indentation

niche

depression

indent

depress

delay

tossing

writhing

flailing

squirming

rolling

wriggling

wiggling

thrashing

struggling

grappling

striving

straining

[lymmsweb]

Hi! <3 this is my first time writing a request so sorry if I suck at explaining🙏^^

Anyways could you write abt rengoku, zenitsu comforting the reader about not eating at all sometimes? Or getting bullied.

Tysm if you do this btw🫶💕

Hey love!

Thanks for requesting but i no longer write about Demon Slayer, on my page it says which fandoms I write for now. Sorry!

Have a good day tho ❤️

[lymmsweb]

"wow your hand is so much bigger than mine!! 😊" (i desperately want to hold your hand and never let go)

[lymmsweb]

Hi! I don't know if you're taking requests yet, but I was wondering if you could do headcanons or scenarios about Ghost / Soap / König having a crush on a recruit girl who is a very skilled sniper, but constantly underestimated by other military personnel for being short and deaf / mute

Simon “Ghost” Riley

John “Soap” Mactavish

Words: 537

Tws: misoginy, bullying

A/N: i only did being short and mute because im pretty sure if you’re deaf you can’t serve in the military!! Also i wrote the muteness to at least allow you to talk because it'd be very dangerous to serve in the military and not able to communicate a bit on comms.

Totally didn't take me 4months to come back and i didn't do Konig cuz i dont know enough about his character

Simon “Ghost” Riley

When he first met you he underestimated you too, it wasn’t intentional but he just couldn’t help but doubt you and your abilities.

He took you under his wing to make sure you were keeping up with everyone but after you saved his ass multiple times on missions, all his worries quickly went away and he started respecting you a lot more.

After a couple months he started to get closer and closer to you he started noticing how most of the men wouldn’t take you seriously and often pick on you. It upset him quite a bit knowing he was one of these men at one point, so if he was around and men would pick on you he’d give them a stern lecture and give death glares whenever he’d pass them again in the future

He would always bring you along as back up on missions, you were one of the best snipers he could get his hands on and he felt safer knowing you were watching his back. He even grew to enjoy your company, not minding the silence he would always be met with, if anything he found it much more relaxing than anything.

Ghost started noticing that he liked you after he defended you from a man that was saying misogynistic things towards you, he hated the way you looked after receiving the insults and not being able to defend yourself. He didn’t know why he felt the urge to protect you, it was like love was a new emotion being discovered after years of not feeling in love with someone.

John "Soap" MacTavish

He was one of the few men that were nice to you right off the bat. After missions he would always go to find you and give tips on how to improve and what you did wrong.

You grew on him very quickly, often being paired up with him meant that he had all the opportunities to hit you with his corny jokes and you not being able to do much about it.

He would accidentally slip up some jokes about you and your size when drunk, not really caring about how loud he was at the bar. It earned laughs from his men, it felt good at first but when they started slipping sexist comments it sobered him right up.

After the bar incident, he started picking up on how your comrades viewed you. He started to feel disgusted about how they didn't respect you or your strengths or you achievement, in his eyes he started to lose respect towards them.

He started to talk about you to everyone, mentioning how great you are and how people should give you a chance. This started to rub off on people as more and more men started to at the very least stop picking on you.

It was after a couple weeks of a non stop cycle of improving your social status and you saving his life on multiple missions that he finally realized he was crushing on you. However now this meant that he started acting like a lost puppy around you, always by your side one way or another. Someone would have to be blind to not notice his growing crush.

[lymmsweb]

[lymmsweb]

Hello! I adore your writing!

I was wondering if you could do headcanons for 141 + Rudy and anyone else, where the reader and the character where their hands accidentally brush up against each other, and the character takes it as an attempt to hold hands, so said character holds their hand, and reader is confused, but completely understanding.

I'm sorry if this is weird

Thank you and have a great day <3

John "Soap" MacTavish

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Rodolfo Parra

Words: 1.6k +

Tws: being drunk, mentions of blackmail

John "Soap" MacTavish

You and Soap had been on an intel mission that backfired, leaving you with a bullet wound in your bicep as you two were running to a safe house. The blood loss and exercise making you feel lightheaded. Once both of you were in a safe position he was finally able to pay attention to your wound, he bit his cheek slightly as he ripped your bloodied sleeve open to take care of it.

As soon as he had finished he sat down next to you, only a foot apart. He was talking to Price as your eyelids were becoming heavier and heavier by each passing moment. Your limbs started to relax and become limp just by listening to the Scottish man's voice fill the space. Your hand had dropped from your lap to the ground in between you two, the cold, blood splattered ground was a stark contrast of the warmth of your bloodied arm that you had been holding even after Soap put some bandages on it.

Your pinkie was resting lightly against this. Soap took note of this, his gaze moving from your hand to your face. To him, despite the blood, sweat and dirt, you looked beautiful and strong yet in need of comfort. He didn't have a second thought as he extended his calloused hand on top of yours, the warmth of his hand jolted you awake.

Your head snapped to look at him, all he could offer was a sheepish smile. His cheeks started to heat up and turn a light shade of red, "Price is coming to pick us up in a couple hours." he softly whispered, massaging the back of your hand to calm you. You responded to him by moving slowly up against him, making sure your arm doesn't move in any way that would cause any more pain, moving his hand to your thigh and resting your head on his shoulder. He gently squeezed your thigh as he rested his head on top of yours, his breathing lulling you to sleep.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

You were making a cup of coffee in the base’s kitchen, desperate for any form of energy you could get as there was so much paperwork in need to be completed by the morning. The buzzing noises of the machine disrupted your thoughts, dragging the moment on forever as it seemed like an eternity had passed just by waiting for it to be finished.

“Are you okay?” a gruff voice boomed next to you, the question sounded more like a demand. You flinched harshly in response, feeling the presence of the familiar man behind you made the hairs on the back of your neck prick up. “Yeah, im just…” you turned around, staring into the eyes of the guy that was boring holes into the coffee machine “making coffee, I’ve got so much paperwork to do!” You groaned at him, clenching and unclenching your fists as if you were trying to contain your emotions.

Once your coffee was done, you two spent a solid 3 minutes just basking in eachother’s presence and catching up on how your day had been, the boiling coffee offering warmth to the cold atmosphere that filled the air. You lifted your aching body up from the countertop to make your way to the door, Ghost took note of this and got up too. He didn’t say anything, just trailed behind you as you were making your way for the exit. “Where are you heading to now?” you asked as you held the door open for him, he offered you a small nod and quickly took his place by your side.

“I’m…walking you back to your room.” He answered in a huff, acting as if it meant nothing to him yet his heart was beating so hard he was about to have an aneurism. He was conscious of how he swallowed a little harder than usual after his sentence, how his hand started to feel sweaty like a school boy finally talking to his crush. He felt pathetic that a man of his status felt like this, yet he longed for the freeing feeling of youth again. That’s why when your hand brushed up against his, his first reaction was to hold your hand. Even he was suprised when he looked at you, looking right back at him was your confused face, shame instantly takes over him as you just stay there looking at his hand. He didn’t know what to do, the Ghost panicked at simple physical affection, until you squeezed his trembling hand. Neither of you dared to say a word, yet walked back to you room in a comfortable silence hand in hand.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

You two had been out drinking to ease up the stress you two had been under, despite this you made the smart decision to not get shit faced drunk unlike a certain British man. You watched in pure amusement as he ordered his fifth drink in slurred words mixing together. Even though you were no where near Gaz’s level of drunk, you couldn’t help but let out a giggle at him. He whipped his head at you with a pout on his lips, jabbing you harshly in your ribs.

“Gaz!” You groaned at him, feigning being in pain from the playful action. This however didn’t grab his attention, his attention was quickly back on the bartender that had just placed the beer he asked for in front of him. You sighed and checked your phone for the time, it was 11:23pm, it was around time to be getting back to base. You bit your cheek slightly before lifting your glass cup to your lips to finally finish off your drink. Deciding to wait until he finished his drink to finally say drag him out of the pub.

“Gaz, we should go now.” You pointed out, tapping him lightly on his arm as you got up from your stool. He slowly slipped out of his seat and unsteadily got up, stretching his back after hours of being hunched over. He waved goodbye to the bartender in a sluggish moment before he left, in typical England fashion the weather was freezing and the pavement was frosted over - this didn’t mix well with his drunken state as the second he stepped foot onto the concrete he looked like a baby deer learning to stand. Feeling the alcohol in your system, you couldn’t help but start cackling at him. This continued on until he managed to get upright at find balance, you slowly made you way towards him, now regretting laughing at him because you felt as each step you took was one step before falling on your ass.

Before you were able to fully stand next to him, you felt your foot give in and slip underneath you. In trying to catch yourself you flayed your arms out, instead of the pavement you felt Gaz’s warm hands clutch yours although you two had little to no time to process to contact before you took Gaz down with you. The fall and pressure of Gaz’s weight winded you, knocking any teasing words out of you mouth. It was now his turn to let out his hyena type laugh, slowly getting off of you and trying to stand up. You quickly recovered from pure embarrassment and tried to get up too, finding it a very difficult task. “Le’s just hold eachother’s hands for balance yo’ know?” He giggled, stretching his hand to meet yours. As soon as you grabbed his he gripped your hand tight - interlocking your fingers. He held on until you two got back to base from essentially waddling your way back from the pub, Price would’ve normally given you two a lecture but he would much rather video Gaz to embarrass him at a future date.

Rodolfo Parra

You two decided to watch a scary movie in your free time, originally it was supposed to be you two plus Alejandro but he had important paperwork to do last second. He was sat on one end of the couch whilst you were on the other, a mere inches apart. Both of you occasionally spoke during the film, commenting on some of the stupid things the protagonist did or said.

None of the jumpscares got either of you to squeal like little girls, instead earning either deadpan stares or a chuckle. It had been like this for most of the movie, until once scene finally broke you two, causing both of you to flinch harshly. This caused you to lean into him more, finding comfort and comedy in his distress. Rodolfo swore in spanish under his breath, his body was pumped with adrenaline yet when he felt you next to him he didn’t know what to do. He felt his hands clam up slightly from anxiety, the cause of the anxiety was a mix of your contact and the cheap scare.

He reached over and grabbed you hand, making sure to rub any sweat on his leg before hand, his rough, calloused palm encased yours. The physical touch grounding you back to reality, you couldn’t help but grab his hand too and laugh at him mockingly. “Cállate!” He retorted, thrashing your hand around to emphasise his point “You got scared too! I don’t know why your laughing.” A frown was contorting his face, not feeling good about being scared shitless and then laughed at when he’s seen way worse things in the battlefield. Yet this thought didn’t last long as he too started laughing quietly too, squeezing your hand ever so slightly tighter as a grin started to form on your features.

A/N: no.1 im sorry this took so long to make, ive been lacking motivation no.2 I FUCKING HATE TUMBLR ON MOBILE, ITS SO GLITCHY WITH THE :readmore: THINGY ITS UNBEARABLE

[lymmsweb]

ೃ༄ soft four word prompts ˚◞♡

— “you’re a bad liar.”

— “you sure you’re okay?”

— “god, you’re freezing cold.”

— “i like you better.”

— “let me love you.”

— “eat. you’ll feel better.”

— “hey, share the blanket!”

— “never forget you’re mine.”

— “i love your hugs.”

— “give me a kiss.”

— “you’re the best. seriously.”

— “you’re always so warm.”

— “i’ll help you change.”

— “you’re easy to love.”

— “i’ll never hurt you.”

[lymmsweb]

I wanted to thank you guys for 1k notes on my most recent post and all the follows, BUT PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU TO REQUEST. IVE GOT A TOTAL OF 0 IDEAS FOR MY NEXT POST 😭🙏

[lymmsweb]

How COD men would show physical affection

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

John “Soap” MacTavish

Alejandro Vargas

Summary: headcanons on how COD men would hug/touch you

Words: 322

Tws: none

Simon “Ghost” Riley

I don't see him being a big hugger, he would rather touch your waist or back softly as he stands next to you, press his thigh up against yours in meetings, rubbing your nuckles with his thumb in bed. He doesn't particularly like being touched in such a body to body way, although he wouldn't put up a fight if you were the touchy one in the relationship. He would only ever hug if you were upset or he was on the verge of an emotional breakdown.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

A 50/50 hugger depending on the environment, long and gentle back massaging hugs in private/areas where no one was near, brief hugs in public. He sneaks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist and pushes his body up against yours, it's almost never sexual, he just really enjoys your body heat. A big forehead kisser, it doesn't matter if your taller than him, he will always try to kiss your forehead at any given moment that wasn't at work.

John “Soap” MacTavish

100% a hugger, his love language is physical touch. He will give you bear hugs pretty much anywhere, he doesn't care who stares he will squeeze you so hard that your ribs are on the verge of bruising. If you're not comfortable with pda he'll try his best not to do such extravagant ways, instead leaving them for private times. He also enjoys just laying on your lap and looking up at you, taking in every feature of you face.

Alejandro Vargas

Like Gaz, he's a 50/50 hugger. He’ll almost always greet you with quick hugs, pat your shoulder, and brush your hands up against each other in public. In private times he'd slap your butt, pull you by the waist, kiss your cheeks every 5 minutes. He's a big cuddler too, whenever he had free time his favourite pass time is big spooning you on the couch to watch some reality tv with you.

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50 WORDS TO USE INSTEAD OF “SAID”

Do you ever find yourself over-using the word “said” in your writing? Try using these words/phrases instead:

stated

commented

declared

spoke

responded

voiced

noted

uttered

iterated

explained

remarked

acknowledged

mentioned

announced

shouted

expressed

articulated

exclaimed

proclaimed

whispered

babbled

observed

deadpanned

joked

hinted

informed

coaxed

offered

cried

affirmed

vocalized

laughed

ordered

suggested

admitted

verbalized

indicated

confirmed

apologized

muttered

proposed

chatted

lied

rambled

talked

pointed out

blurted out

chimed in

brought up

wondered aloud

(NOTE: Keep in mind that all of these words have slightly different meanings and are associated with different emotions/scenarios.)