When U Get This, List 5 Songs U Like To Listen To, Publish. Then, Send This Ask To 10 Of Your Favorite

when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers or moots (positivity is cool) 💖

yasssss! i love ask questions (and also ur taste pookie >>)

don’t think they know - chr*s br*wn.. i swear, this is logan and i’s song i mean huh

beetlejuice - mariah the scientist

all to you - sabrina claudio

tyrant - beyoncé

like - bts

me after reading this

“AQUEL NAP ZZZ” — ft. dbf!miguel

you’re sitting next to him on his soft couch, leaning against his shoulder as he’s got his arm wrapped around you. the tv lights up both of your faces, as the sound of characters talking to each other on screen start making you sleepy. your eyes fight to stay open, closing every once and a while. miguel notices your silence and calm demeanour and turns his head, and to his surprise, sees your eyes shut.

“are you sleepy baby? hm?” he asks softly, stroking your arm as you open them up again from his voice, rubbing your face tiredly. “mhm” you mumble with a slight pout, nuzzling your face on his shoulder. “se te nota que estás cansada, pobrecita” he coos, as you shift your body down to rest your head on his lap.

he pets your head gently, reaching down to plant a kiss on your cheek. a smile creeps up on your face from his affection, “i love you” you murmur sweetly. he chuckles softly, looking down at you as he strokes your cheek. “te amo mas princesa. cierra esos ojitos, i got you” he reassures tenderly. “mmm, but i wan’ watch tv with you” you mutter in your sleepy voice, making miguel’s heart flutter. “yo también corazón, pero tienes que descansar. tomorrow we can spend more time together and do whatever you want” he says softly, brushing your skin.

you wiggle your body into a more comfy position, your legs huddled on the sofa as you adjust your head on his lap. “lay on my chest baby, s’ more comfortable” he whispers.

with his words, you lazily lift yourself up as he lays his back down on the couch. bringing you into his arms, your face nestles in the crook of his neck, placing your leg on top of him for comfort. relaxing against his skin, your tired eyes begin to shut again. he strokes your shoulder and thigh gently, his warm touch instantly relieving tension in your body.

he looks at you lovingly as you breathe against his skin; so peaceful and delicate. the closeness between the two of you never fails to make his heart beat faster, no matter how many times you’re together.

knowing how safe and trustworthy you feel with him is the best thing in the world to him. your ability to be vulnerable and comfortable no matter what is something he never takes for granted, especially considering you’re never like this with anyone else but him.

you fall asleep quickly, soft breathes escaping you as he holds you in his big arms. miguel smiles at how cute you look sleeping, trying to stay as still as possible, ensuring he doesn’t interrupt his pretty girl’s beauty sleep. :3

guys he’s actually looking at me in the dog

THIS

THIIIIIISSSSS

SO SOFT

me searching for an accurate logan cai bot that doesn’t make him weirdly dominant and feral just because of his mutations

JELLY IF YOU KEEP WRITING SO BEAUTIFULLY ILL LITERALLY EXPLODE OH MY GOD 😭😭😭🩷🩷🩷

the color red.

Minors DNI-brief smut, x afab!reader, words ~500 ish?

A/n: heavily inspired by this GORGEOUS Toji fic by @/satogo-xp TY for the inspiration ♥︎♥︎

Miguel hated the color red. When the temporary blearing of being half asleep in the morning subsided and all that was left was searing red of his irises staring back at him, it always stirred deep resentment within him. 

Before the change happened, before...Spider-Man happened, his eyes were brown. Warming darkened rich umber that linked his mother and his brother to him, erased by that loathsome red. Stripping away an intimate part of him that carried his humanity. Reminding him that he wasn't normal. Reminding him that he was a freak. 

He hated the color red until he met you. The first person who gazed into his eyes like you were swimming in them. 

The first person who called them "crimson" instead of just red. 

The first person who made them the first thing they looked at when you looked at him. 

The first person who gazed at him and then at the bouquet of scarlet roses he bought for your birthday and told him they matched his eyes. 

The first person who couldn't get enough of them, couldn't stop whispering how beautiful they were, how beautiful he was, how much you loved looking into them when his body was slowly making love to yours, fucking you deeper and deeper into the soft Egyptian cotton of his sheets, buried in a sea of leather and woodsy spice of his cologne until your soul wrapped around his. 

Red. 

Miguel loved the color red. He loved it because because it reminded him of the bold merlot wine of the grapes you tasted on nights when you would sway in the kitchen and stay up laughing together. 

He loved it because it reminded him of that gorgeous shade of carmine you wore on your lips when you sat across from him in an elegant restaurant for your anniversary, bathed in romantic candlelight. 

He loved it because it reminded him of the cherry ribbon you had wrapped around your breasts that one intimate night, that playful look in your eyes as he slowly unraveled it and laid you back against the burgundy sheets.

He loved it because it matched the delicate garnet earrings he bought for you, knowing the next piece of jewelry would be a ring.

He loved it because it blended with the bleeding ruby of two beautiful sunsets: the one on the night he asked you to marry him, and the one on the first night of your honeymoon. 

He loved red because it signified the part of his life that you entered into. Despite losing that old part of him, it now represented a rebirth risen out of ashes, bringing you along with it.

He didn't love the color red until he fell in love with somebody who did.

Until you stepped into his world and proved his theory wrong that there wasn't a single universe in the multiverse where Miguel O'Hara was a happy man. 

Miguel loved the color red.

@1-900-venusluvs @thatone-writer

the ‘worst’ wolverine