#But when he does

[atlantis-area]

ONEW - Rain On Me (Music Bank, 230317)

[squidkid15]

Stripes likes his peach rum

[justanaspiringsomeone]

See the smile? Start running.

A Chibi Jules for the soul~

[sorry-octopus]

please i’m losing hope

[maxsix]

[the-eyes-of-andyserkis]

[itsnotmystic]

CANON MUMZA LORE ON THE QSMP??? THE GODDESS OF DEATH IS A DRAGON???

[izayoichan]

My muse and my distraction. 

🎶

[duntoss]

Artanis is taller than Alarak I will not be taking criticism on this

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Pepa likes big men on top of her...so I can just picture her being sick and clingy and wanting to feel warm and safe so she somehow gets Felix to lay on top of her and cuddle her that way because she feels safe with him and he's plenty warm

Oooh i love a good snuggly prompt-

Félix admired Pepa. She was sick, and refused to use some of Julieta's arepas to heal herself (ever since the Encanto opened, Julieta had been volunteering outside, so she left arepas for emergencies when she was out of town), despite his insistence. It was fine though, he was her husband, it was his job to take care of her. He carried the tray of tea and broth (no actual bits of food, she claimed her jaw hurt too much) to her room, gently knocking on the door to let her know he was here.

"Pepa? Mi amor, how are we feeling?"

"I'm killing my sister when she gets here. I deserve my own arepas."

"Oh, mi poor bebè. It's okay, your husband is here."

He prompted her to sit up a bit, despite her claiming she could totally eat from her position on her stomach. He held the bowl in his hand, and started to feed it to her.

"I'm NOT a baby, Félix."

"Shh, you're my baby. Now drink, I spent all day making it for you."

She wanted to be stubborn, but he could tell she was genuinely enjoying the hot broth. She relaxed a bit, graciously holding onto his hand after every spoonful as if thanking him.

"Thank you. I know I'm hard to take care of."

"What makes you say that?"

She pointed to the tarp above them, holding the pouring rain she was making. The things he had to do to keep her spot dry and clean. Well, the bed at least. He sighed as he put the bowl down, holding onto her hand and kissing it.

"It's not difficult. It's different. When I married you, I promised I'd do anything to make your life better. It's the least I can do for making MY life better."

She looked so cute with just a little bit of mist on her face.

"Aw, Félix...thats so-!"

She sneezed hard enough to scare him, and she groaned uncomfortably as her face just ran with boogers. She wasn't dying or anything, but jeez his Pepi was SICK. He helped her clean up with a few tissues, and kissed her boiling hot cheek. Félix pretty much never got sick, so he had no qualms still giving his wife the affection she deserved.

"Ya, it's okay. Now, I made you that tea Julieta makes to put you to sleep. Let's have some."

"I want cake with it."

"The sugar will keep you up."

She pouted like a child, and the cloud darkened. She hated being told no, more than anyone, but she forced herself to not whine. He helped her drink her tea, and he swore as soon as she finished the last drop, her eyes grew droopy. Good, maybe she can FINALLY take a nap today. He put everything on the tray, and Félix lightly patted her lap in an attempt to soothe her. She groaned a bit in discomfort, and a crackle of thunder formed from her clearly not being happy.

"I won't stay asleep. I know it."

The most she slept today was about two minutes. He sighed, hating that he felt so useless. If he could have a power, it'd be healing. It'd give Julieta such a break, and it was something that his Pepa could use whenever she wanted.

"Do you have any idea what WOULD help mami sleep?"

"Get on top of me."

Now don't get him wrong, his wife was always sexy, rain or shine. But the last thing you should do is fuck someone who's sick enough to pass out.

"Pepa, I LOVE you, and you're ALWAYS sexy, but I don't think sick fucking would-"

"Not like THAT, tonto!"

She hissed, throwing a used tissue in his direction.

"I MEANT sleep with me, while you lay ON me."

"...Pepa I'm not sure if you've seen how big your husband is. I'm going to crush you."

She raised her nose at him, huffing angrily.

"Fine, go then. A husband that won't cuddle his wife."

"You know I didn't mean it like that."

She tried to kick him, but she was so weak, she missed him completely.

"Go. Leave me to suffer and wither."

So his wife was a bit of a drama queen, at least when she was sick. He sighed, and sat up a bit.

"Shirt on or off?"

"Cabrón, when have I EVER said on?"

"...literally never. Even at your babyshower. Which I still don't understand-"

"Shirt."

He held his hands up in defeat, and took off his shirt. He was confused on how to do this in a light way, when she lost her patience. She grabbed his hand, and just YANKED him. He fell on top of her with a decent amount of force, and he was about to apologize, when her hands wrapped his head, and she sighed. It was the first sound she made today that didn't sound angry or tired, or aching.

"I'm...not hurting you?"

"If I was hurt, you'd be on the floor. I like this. Why, are you uncomfortable?"

She was so warm. Her skin was so soft. He could even hear her heart beat like this. He wrapped his arms around her, giving her just a little squeeze.

"Not at all. This is...nice. I mean I like you laying on me but this is. Nice. I like it when you're under me."

"Hmm. I like this too. You're big and heavy and it makes me feel...seguro. Like nothing can hurt me."

He kissed the skin underneath him, humming in content.

"Nothing will ever hurt you. Ever. If it makes you feel safe, we can stay like this forever."

"What about the kids?"

"Dolores is an adult, Camilo acts like hes an adult, and Antonio...can be raised by wolves. Little wolf boy."

That made her snort, and it was a beautiful sound.

"No, not the wolves. I'd hate to cut holes in his pants."

"Why would you have to do that?"

"You know. For the tail."

He looked up at her, trying not to snort himself.

"No he's a wolf boy, not a wolf. Why would he need clothes if he's a wolf?"

"Do you WANT our son to be an outcast?"

"...Pepa?"

"What?"

"Marry me all over again."

She rolled her eyes at him, letting her head fall back as she got more uncomfortable under his weight.

"Idiota. I'd gladly do it again. My own blanket, wherever I go."

His thumbs slowly rubbed at the skin, savoring the small woman underneath him. Truth be told, he WOULD stay like this forever, cuddling her and protecting her from the world.

"Anytime you want, Pepa. Even if you're sick. I love you. I love you so much, I'm happy to just know someone as wonderful as you exists, and-"

He looked up at her, realizing she was asleep. He softly smiled at his sick baby, knowing she was out for good. He closed his eyes, about to join her, when he damn near jumped at a guttural snore. It was like sleeping with a goddamn lumberjack. He had been married to her for years, and he STILL jumped by those damn snores.

He could never get sick of his wife.

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Just wanna cuddle up with Hakkai that's all I'm asking for 🥺

[blueaphelion]

I’ve been playing Galaxy of Heroes, and I finally got my Ezra leveled up enough that now I can get him to do my favorite move of his 😭

[risingsouls]

@polterxgheist replied: What you drinking sir 👀,

He took another swig. " None of your business, twink. "

[generalofthenorth]

What I need: Tullius getting absolutely shitfaced at a party and needing help to get back to his room and bed. Also wrangling a drunk Tully would be an impressive accomplishment for anyone that doesn't give up out of sheer frustration.

[kdyism]

if you really think about, none of ichigou's power boosts are unprompted. we all knew since the beginning he fights better when he doesn't know what his capabilities are and at the end of line when he used up everything he does know, his beginner instincts kick in and in the words of captain yami, surpass your limits, right here right now, and ichigou has always been that type of fighter.

[mystic-mutation-archive]

Where does your anger lurk?

In your fists

Holes in the drywall. No recollection how it got there.

Coming from a haze of red... There's blood on your palm, dripping from bruised knuckles.

Blinding rage. Pulse quickens. ind goes furiously blank.

Stolen from: @chainxdancer

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