#hhhhh their ruffles are gonna be the death of me

[stormbreaker-290]

Woe Daycare attendant be apon ye

I love them so much hhhhhhh theyr so silly greheheh :3c

(close ups under the cut)

Obligatory tap for quality lmao

I will probably most definitely post more DCA art cuz I am so damn hyperfixated on them rn im not even kidding

[kpoptionate]

stray kids ⇾ you walk home in the rain

[masterlist in bio] 14 june 2019 a/n: does the tumblr!stay community even remember me ? my notes have been dropping lmfaooo hopefully i don’t flop

woojin ♡

disappointed that you didn’t call him or get a ride or even stay in a building until the rain let up

but he won’t say anything about that other than how you need to pay more attention to your health because that stuff’ll get you sick

while you take the bath he ran for you, he’s in the kitchen cooking you something because you’re probably exhausted

and you can bet your entire ass he’s feeding it to you himself

chris ♡

v similar to woojin but he definitely gives you a Nice Talk about doing stupid shit like walking in the freaking rain

also draws you a bath but washes your hair and body for you

and when you’re done he’ll dry you off and put on lotion and anything else you need. just takes care of you

cuddles under the blanket to keep you warm ? what makes you think that wouldn’t happen

minho ♡

what in the actual hell were you thinking bro

mumbles under his breath how careless you are and how you don’t take care of yourself and yadda yadda yadda

aGGRESSIVELY grabs you a towel and fresh clothes

you’re probably better off not saying much cs he’s v sassy rn but just know it’s out of love

bc “you need to learn how to be more responsible bc he can’t always be there if something happens” idfhjdksh :’)

changbin ♡

jfk it’s like he always has to keep an eye on you

he’s not complaining tho,,,,,,he likes being the Boyfriend and this gives him the opportunity to do so

sooooooooo cuddles n kithes n cookies n shit just like everybody else cs i’m an uncreative bitch

doesn’t rly do much else,,,,,,,,just shows you lots of love but i mean when does he not

hyunjin ♡

v worried that you’re gonna get sick

as soon as you walk in the door he’s grabbing you a towel and pushing you into the bathroom to take a warm shower

and when you come out he’s dragging you to the couch to cuddle and feed and take care of you “bc cLEARLY you can’t do it yourself”

doesn’t trust you to go outside by yourself for like the next week

can tumblr pls give me new gifs pls i’ve been picking from the same ones since august

jisung ♡

babe wHAT DID YOU DO

so so so so concerned and worried

immediately gets you everything you want and need also overanalyzes the situation but it’s just bc he cares :’)

frantically running around getting you shit because “i need to do it before you get sick” like it works in five minutes but you don’t say anything bc it’s freaking cUTE bruh

and when you do get sick,,,,,,does n o t leave your side

felix ♡

highkey pissed you didn’t check the weather and bring an umbrella or at the very least call him to pick you up

and even more upset when you say you didn’t want to bother him

very concerned for your health regardless but bites his tongue to keep from lashing out and lecturing you

if you get sick he’ll be mega mega fucking fuming dsJSDKHFAJKSDF

but will take care of you nonetheless because your safety (health ??) is his top priority

do you know how hARD it is to find not happy felix

seungmin ♡

w-why would you do that :(

you literally worry him to death, hope you know that

lowkey upset bc you could have gotten sick or hurt or hit by a car bc driving is dangerous in bad weather and—

other than running you a bath, doesn’t rly do anything

but deffo lets you know that if you do that again he’s chaining your legs to the chair so you can’t go anywhere else

jkjk but fr he’ll actually be pissed if you do it again so like don’t thx

jeongin ♡

after you dry off and change he takes his blanket and wraps it around both of you

wobbling to the couch and flopping on it with you squished up against him :’)

smothers lies on top of you to keep you warm but you both end up overheating so he has to pull away hhhhh

v v playful, wrestles you off the couch and ruffles his fingers in your hair

also says things like “it’s gonna b ok i’ll make u feel better” in a baby voice,,,,,,,,,don’t ask me why

[starrywonn]

february spring

request: can you do a han jisung bullet point scenario with a fantasy au??? like he's the prince and y/n's his knight or something oof :'>

a/n: i had to rewrite this like four times that's why this took so long anyways this is my first request in a REALLY long time :”))) i hope you enjoy it!! pairing: prince! han jisung/knight! reader genre: fluff scenario type: bulletpoint scenario word count: 1.6k

warnings: cursing (like one time)

sunlight pours into the window of your bedroom, piercing your eyes

you immediately get off your bed to get prepared for the day ahead

you dress in your plainclothes and make your way towards the stone castle that made your residence seem like a dwarf

the thudding of your running feet fills the empty corridor

the armoury was chillingly silent

you hastily put your armour on and place your sword in the sheath

you speed walk to the prince’s room

just on time

the prince had just woken up, his hair an absolute mess, eyes droopy and low

“mornin’ y/n”

“morning. i see you had a good night’s sleep?”

“only the best,” he says airily

you wait patiently outside the bathroom as he gets ready

he comes out of the bathroom with a completely different aura

his hair was now neater, his cream coloured night clothes replaced with a deep blue tunic and trousers

"ok let's go. you're gonna be late"

despite only recently beginning to guard jisung, you had already fallen into a routine

he was about your age which shocked him at first

his guards were always way older than him

it was insane that someone his age was already one of the top fighters in the land

he always pestered you to tell him how you got that good but all you would tell him was “lots of practice”

he’d give you an annoyed look but after a while, he stopped asking

getting back to the task at hand, you quickly think of the lessons he had to go to

out of the large array of classes, he had ruling, sword fighting, horse riding, etiquette and archery today

sometimes, it felt like you were babysitting him more than you were his bodyguard

you had to attend all the boring lectures with him too zzz

finally, it was his last class of the day

archery

ah, archery

what pain it caused jisung

every time you see him shoot, you kind of want to lose it

his face was always scrunched up in a weird way whenever he tried to shoot

give him a sword and he’d best anyone any day but archery was a different story

but at least this one thing deflates his stupid huge ego so he doesn't get his head stuck up in the clouds

“y/nnnnnn can’t you just teach me??? all my teacher does is get me to copy you. you might as well teach me right??”

you? teach him?

“well, technically, i'm not qualified to”

jisung pouts at you

“but if you want me to, i GUESS i can” you say as you roll your eyes

“you can’t take it back!!”

“HHHHH”

dinner comes around

all jisung does is sit at the table, scarf down delicious food and give you mischievious looks

you glance large mounds of food dished on gold and silver platters

but you can’t eat any of it! too bad

so obviously, your best choice is to go back to staring at the wall

you’re so out of it that when the king calls out your name, you almost jump out of your skin

“yes, your majesty?”

“i asked if you would be alright to teach jisung archery from now on.”

“of course, your majesty! it would be such an honour to be able to do so”

jisung gleams towards your direction and you shoot back an annoyed look

“very well! i will make the necessary arrangements.”

the dinner was finished without much fuss and as you walk jisung back to his bedchambers, he seemed to be almost skipping

was he really that happy to be coached by you?

“good night y/n, see you tomorrow!!”

“good night”

the next thing you know, it's the next day and you and jisung were in front of the archery targets in the fields

jisung was showing you how he usually shot

immediately, you could see his mistakes

“you have to take into account the wind. aiming for the centre doesn’t mean that you will hit it.”

jisung nodded, adjusted his bow and shot again

he finally hit the target

it involved lots of death glares, cursing the gods and jisung almost breaking the bow more than once

but after two weeks, he could hit bullseyes repeatedly

least to say you were proud of him

but also a little suspicious that he failed with his other coaches on purpose

jisung proudly announces his achievement to nearly everyone he meets

the king and queen were over the moon and immediately wanted to reward jisung

“if there’s anyone you should reward, it’s y/n. they’re the one who helped me,” jisung pointed out

“ah, y/n! is there any way we can repay you?”

you froze

you never thought about being repaid at all

you shook your head

“it’s alright, your majesty. i just did my job. in fact, it’s prince jisung who shot those bullseyes so i can’t say i really did much”

the king waves off your excuse, “nonsense! if you ever wish for anything, let us know! we’ll be more than happy to get it for you”

“thank you, your majesty”

as jisung makes his fortnightly visit to the villages, he brings up the spring festival

his horse is in a slow trot

he goes off on a tangent and rambles on and on about everything under the sun

he gestures so much you get dizzy looking

but you can see the sparkle of anticipation and excitement in them as he talks animatedly

it's cute, you think to yourself

wait, hold on, you’re not supposed to think this way about him

you shake your head, willing yourself out of it

“so of course, we’ll be attending as guests-of-honour but i want to experience the festival for real”

“for real?” you quirk your eyebrow

“yea! for real! like going out to the streets and like, getting to eat all the snacks we want kind of real?”

“but what about your parents? wouldn't they want you there with them?”

"who cares what they think! getting to go to the festival is a once in a lifetime opportunity!"

"and how would manage to avoid everyone?"

your jaw drops as he explains his plan

this boy really has a wild imagination

“wouldn't asking be easier?”

“c’mon y/n!! don’t be such a party pooper!! it’s an adventure!! let’s just try it!!”

you sigh

“fine. one 'adventure' wouldn’t hurt right?”

jisung pumps his fist in the air, gleaming

“but, on one condition. you have to make sure to stick with me the whole time. because if you get lost or injured, it's on me”

jisung eagerly nods

training sessions were spent secretly planning the best route around the festival

jisung gets to play the fair games and you get to steal his snacks

it's a win-win situation here

the day of the spring festival comes within a blink of an eye

you wait behind the balcony doors where the royals are announcing the start of the festival

the resounding cheers are audible through the thick walls of the castle

you follow behind as the royal family walks to the town square

the townspeople rush to invite the king and queen to try their goods

jisung and you exchange a look

it was time

the two of you rush back into the castle

you change back into your plainclothes and stand outside jisung's room

you crack open the door

"hurry up jisung!!!!"

"i'm coming!!!!"

he pulls on the door and you nearly fall with it

"geez, 'sung" you mutter

when you look at him, jisung almost looks like a regular teenager

but there's something still a little off

you reach over and ruffle his hair

"that’s much better. now let's GO"

you grab a hold of his hand and drag him out of the castle

for once, you let yourself go, having fun as a kid your age would

you both stuff yourselves with all sorts of snacks till you're sure that if you take another bite you would probably puke

you and jisung walk out to the quieter parts of town

he grabs your wrist and leads you into the forest

you end up on a small clearing that overlooks the villages

jisung sits near the edge

you follow suit, slightly confused

in a small whisper, he says, “look up”

the stars are bright, dotting the pitch black sky

jisung sighs

"it's beautiful right?"

you hum in silent acknowledgement

"i used to come here when everything was too much," he pauses, "it's harder than people think. being a prince i mean. just so many people trying to take advantage of your position or waiting for you to fail"

"yeah, it's scary" you pick at the grass around you, "but you're getting through it pretty okay right? you’re trying your best and that’s what matters. plus i'm here with you now. i'll fight those assholes if i have to"

he lets out a small chuckle

the two of you sit in silence

everything seemed so small from where you sat, the chatter and noise in the village replaced by the chirping of crickets

"i like you"

his words break the silence softly, passing like the fluttering wind

they hold an air of absent-mindedness but in your mind, they're heavy with meanings and implications

your throat suddenly feels dry

when you look over to him, he's still looking at the night sky above

his eyes seem to hold the universe and the moonlight gives his face an angelic glow

it finally hits you that when he wasn't being an absolute dork, he was actually… handsome

the starlight clouds your judgement for a split second and you lean over, pressing a small kiss onto his cheek

"i like you too"

his hand finds yours and in the february spring, it's you two against the world

[lililiyababe]

pretty things | w.jh

pairing: wen junhui x neutral reader

genre: smutty(?); suggestive fluff; birthday drabble

warnings: soft make-out

word count: 1k

summary: of all the beautiful sights in the world, wen junhui just might be your favorite

a/n: i sincerely want to wish our junnie a happy (belated hhhhh im sorry) birthday!! i am so proud of how much you’ve grown, not only as an artist but as a person as well <3

You had always known that dating someone as beautiful as Wen Junhui would ultimately be the death of you.

It was almost picture-perfect, the way he hovered above you with shining irises and sinfully beautiful lips stealing as much affection from you as they dared. They started out slowly, playfully, against your ear. Junhui even giggled between his repetitive kisses in an effort to make you smile. And, of course, it worked; the two of you shared a lovestruck bout of giggles, with you kicking the blankets off of his bed, squirming and laughing while his soft lips pecked at you mercilessly. For a moment, the both of you almost forgot about the small party downstairs, about the last moments of sunlight slipping through the cracks in Junhui’s curtains, about the desperate way he gripped your waist as he thanked you profusely for the effort you put into making his birthday special.

Almost, because as the setting sun tinged the bedroom a delicate shade of pink, his playful lips brushed against your earlobe, catching your breath in your throat, and suddenly the world stopped spinning. You truly couldn’t help but notice your current predicament—his body hovered over yours as you laid back against his pillows—and you knew the realization had hit him as well when his childish grin soon morphed into something even more mischievous. Before you had time to comment, however, he kissed you again, much slower this time, allowing his lips to map out the delicate skin of your neck and savor in the reactions that he pulled from you. Which is why, when his teeth ever-so-slightly grazed your neck between kisses, the shiver that coursed through you instantly mesmerized him. He wanted even more, so long as you would let him.

“Junhui,” you gasped, partially out of playfulness and partially due to the way your heart raced whenever there was hardly any space between the two of you.  “Did you just…bite me?”

A cheeky laugh, followed by a whisper against your skin. “Maybe.” He paused, and you could feel the beginnings of a deep blush dust your cheeks. You found his lips brushing gently against your collarbone as he spoke, and his voice lost that lovely lilt of impishness, picking up an air of shameless flirtation instead. “Did, uhm…did you like it?”

You didn’t quite know how to respond to such a brazen question, especially since his fingertips danced delicately over your jaw and bottom lip as he pulled away to stare down at you. You honestly didn’t think he was trying to be cocky; his cinnamon locks flopped haphazardly in front of his hazel eyes that sought your approval. If anything, he looked beautifully innocent, topped off with a shy giggle that hinted at slight embarrassment. Yet another one of those breathtaking sights that occured much too often when you were around Wen Junhui, although you never quite found yourself getting used to them.

“I dunno.” You finally settled on a timid answer while your fingers combed through his messy locks. Like a puppy, he melted into your touch, and only after you tugged on his hair slightly did his eyes flutter back open to witness his boldness rubbing off on you. “I think you might have to try again so I can really be sure.” You chuckled despite the obvious intent of your words.

And that’s when he offered you one of his soft smiles, the kind where the beauty of the galaxies themselves breaks out amongst his features, and buried his face between the pillows and your neck to leave painfully slow kisses along your sensitive skin.

Junhui never moved at a fast pace; upon your introduction, the poor boy quite literally hid behind his own hands out of sheer self-consciousness. That day he only spoke to you when his entire face was covered, later explaining that he didn’t want you to see how affected he was by your attractiveness. Once you officially started dating, it took weeks for the deep blush that painted his cheeks whenever you held his hand to subside, and even then the action was typically followed by awkward giggles on his part. These reasons, combined with the general knowledge of Junhui’s sensitive and goofy nature, led you to believe that you would always have to make the first move. Your three-month dating history with him had done nothing but support this hypothesis.

Which is why you were more than surprised when you suddenly found Junhui’s lips sucking needy hickies into your collarbone and an encouraging knee jutted between your legs for the smallest amount of friction.

Making-out with your boyfriend was not a foreign concept, but it normally occurred with an air of uncertainty and ended when Jun’s nerves got the better of him. Tonight, however, as the beginning traces of dusk settled on Junhui’s sleepy country home, his tender hands enamored you with their gentle exploration of your body—slipping gently from your cheeks down your sides, lightly tracing the curve of your body before shyly resting on your waist—and you melted into his magnetic pull. Tonight, everything felt just right, illuminated in the light of contradiction. Junhui was assured, yet careful. Intense, yet gentle. All-consumingly passionate and lazily peaceful all rolled into one confusing, wonderful package.

And even though the sun had already dipped below the horizon, Junhui borrowed the deep purples and blues from the sky to paint confessions of want against your skin. Permanent reminders of his love, he would later call them with a shy giggle, although truly it didn’t matter what cute nickname he gave them; you knew exactly what they were, and the memory of how they got there would always leave you with a deep blush and heated skin.

“Wow,” you breathed much later, after the rush of adrenaline had passed, leaving the two of you to stare at each other with intertwined fingers and gazes shimmering with admiration. Jun still hovered above you, with his honey-brown hair now disheveled due to your greedy hands and his lips swollen and slick from kisses. Truly, he looked as beautiful as ever, and for a moment you wondered if he would allow you to capture a picture of him like this, just so you could preserve the image forever. ”Wen Junhui.” You found yourself unable to withhold your thoughts; his named slipped easily from your lips, which were tugged into a cheesy grin. “You truly are a masterpiece.”

The boy only shook his head in denial and responded with the ever-so mature and clever, “No, you are.” But you could tell by his rose-dusted cheeks that he believed what he was saying with a ferocity. You had no choice but to indulge in his sincerity as Junhui tenderly kissed your knuckles. He could never refrain from giggling anytime his lips met your skin so wholesomely, which you viewed as yet another reason why you loved him so unfathomably much. “In fact, you’re so beautiful that sometimes I think I’m gonna die from looking at you.” His eyes widened comically, as if to further exaggerate the urgency of his point, and his head flopped down onto the pillow next to you.

“Funny,” you muttered, ruffling his hair to draw a playful smile from his now-sleepy lips. “I was thinking the exact same thing...”

[underopenskies]

Don’t Take The Girl 1/2

((*BLASTS THE TIM MCGRAW SONG* Just so you know, there is blood in this one, and death, so don’t read if you’re squeamish and faint of heart. Figured I’d tag this one with that much, so we don’t have folks blundering in and going ‘oMG GROSS WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME’. :D You have been properly warned. Gross ahead, ye who don’t wish to see turn away now.))

@fontsandsins

They were married, they had stood together, said their vows with him in a suit and Skylar, looking more beautiful than he had ever seen her in her dress, and their baby, little Bella, had decided she liked it in mommy's tummy enough that she hadn't vacated yet.

He didn't mind, he loved the way Skylar's belly bulged out and gently bumped against his own when they had placed the rings on each others hand and when he had leaned in to kiss her. They had celebrated with Skylar's family and their shared friends, until the sun had sunken below the hill and the moon lit the sky instead. He and Skylar had danced, smiled and laughed.

He could easily say this was the best day of his life.

When partying will their friends had become too much for Skylar, when her feet where aching and Bella moving in side her was too uncomfortable, they left the celebrating, walking to his truck hand in hand. He helped her in and pressed a kiss to her mouth before getting in the drivers seat and starting up the truck, waving out the window to everyone as they left.

The hours that had passed had left Skylar sore as sin- but in more ways than one. As the truck started off down the road, she leaned over in her seat and nuzzled into his shoulder. Her breath came out a soft sigh, and she rubbed her hand into her belly, admiring the ring on her finger as she massages the sore lump of her middle. She shifts a bit, leaning more onto one hip than the other, and adjusts her ruffles. “’S been a long night.” She smiles. “But a good one. We’re married now, Haz. It’s jus’ like I was hopin’ it’d be. The night was perfect- an’ you were perfect too.”

She glances out over the dash, watching the stars fly by and the night sky whirl over the front of the truck. She rubs her belly quietly with one hand, and Hamish’s thigh with the other, a soft laugh pulling from her. “Despite all th’ stars and th’ moon, ’s still a pretty dark night.” She hums softly. The grumbling of the truck is relaxing to listen to, as she nuzzles into his shoulder.

Hamish smiled as he looked down at Skylar. She was so damn beautiful. "How're you doing? Bella still punching up your insides?" He asked, moving one hand from the steering wheel to hold her hand.

Skylar laughed gently, and nodded. "A little bit yeah. She's jus' about out o' room, so all she's doing is trying to take more space." She laces her fingers with his when he offers his hand, and rubs his knuckles gently. Skylar shifts, and a small grunt escapes her.

A ripple crawled over her belly, tightening from the base of her pelvis all the way up past her belly button. The horned skeleton inhales sharply and massages her free hand along the peak of her belly. "Mmm..."

Hamish glanced quickly between Skylar and the road. "Sky? You okay, babe?"

“Mhm…” She nuzzled his shoulder, and then exhaled roughly at the sharp ache from inside. She guided his hand up to rest on her middle- and to let him feel how hard it had gotten. “Hoo… Ah… No… Well, yes. I, ah, think Bella is mm, wanting to say hello.”

Hamish gripped the wheel tighter. "For real this time...you think this is the real thing?" He asked, gently pressing his fingers against Skylar's firm middle.

“Maybe?” She winced a little bit, and exhaled as the tightness passed. It didn’t stop the ache though. There was a sharp pain lower in her belly. “I… yeah, I think it is. It doesn’t feel like a Braxton hicks. It… hurts. Right above m’ pelvis, there’s a real sore spot. I mean, I’ve been dealin’ with lil’ contractions all night, but… Y’know, I’ve been dealin’ with those off and on all week. This just… this hurt a lot more.”

Hamish kept his eyes on the road, pushing down on the peddle and pushing the truck harder. The engine made a displeased rumbling sound that made Hamish's stomach feel sick.

Skylar nuzzled his shoulder with a soft sound. “Mm… What… What’s that noise, Haz?” She glances up at the truck’s hood, and furrows her brows. Her middle twitches again, and she lets out a tiny pained noise when Bella kicks her as well. “Ah… ow…”

Hamish eased off the gas letting the engine have a break. He kept one hand on Sky and the other on the steering wheel with an iron grip. "Do you think we will make it home?" He asked, stress clear in his voice.

“If we take it easy, y-yeah.” She rubs her fingers on his, and sighs softly. Skylar closed her eyes and quietly clung to him as they drove. The night sky passed under the hood, and the road under the truck’s tires.

The engine sputtered and grumbled all the same, despite being given a break.

Skylar frowned, but was distracted as her middle tightened again under his and her fingers. She gave a soft pained groan, and nuzzled her face into his shoulder. “Mmm… Ow, ow, ow…”

Hamish's soul thudded in his chest, as his mind raced with what to do, he wanted to turn around and go back to Vera's for help but turning around would take just as long as getting home from where they were. "You're okay babe, just-" he paused to shift the trucks gears. "Just keep breathing."

“I’m breathin’,” She managed to murmur softly, a soft groan pulling from her. There was a sharp, sharp pain in her belly, and her legs flinched. She lifted one slightly, adjusting it in the ruffles of her dress, and braced lightly against the dash with her knee. “Mmm… Ah… Ow, ow, oh my god…” Her sockets opened, and she sucked in a shaky breath. “God, shit, I didn’t expect contractions t’ hurt this bad.”

Hamish tried to keep himself from panicking; Skylar didn't need that. He curled his hand around hers. "I'm sorry Sky." He whispered as he began pushing the truck to move faster again.

“It’s not your fault,” She whispered to him, and gave him a shaky groan. Her hand squeezed on his, and she tucked her face to his shoulder as she rode it out. When it passed, she relaxed a little bit, though the pain didn’t ebb. “It’s labor- it’s… it’s natural for it to… to be unpleasant…”

The truck sputtered, complaining as it was pushed to move faster. It went for several more miles- and several more painful contractions that had the pedal being pushed down farther- and then the engine gave a ghastly sounding CLUNK.

The power cut- and the truck died- out in the middle of nowhere, with no houses in sight for miles and miles around, and only darkness and the light of the stars for their companions.

"No. No, no!" Hamish turned the key in the ignition but the truck only let out a wheezy attempt at starting up again before going quiet. He dug his hands into his pockets and pulled out his phone. There was a very weak signal, but it was constantly dropping in and out. "Fuck." He undid his seat belt and looked over at Sky. "I'm so sorry…" he couldn't hide it now, he was stressing out. He was panicking, and he didn't know what to do.

Skylar let out a soft groan as the truck rolled to a stop, and panted softly. Her eyes glowed softly in the dark, but they seemed… dimmer, almost. She glanced at him, and clutched his hand tightly. Nerves flitted through her face, and she rubbed his knuckles shakily. “It’s… It’s gonna be okay… We’ll make it through this… Alright.” She took a breath. “Alright. We ah… We’re gonna need t’ keep an eye on th’ signal with your phone. But… We’re gonna need more… More space. I need to stretch out. It… it hurts sitting like this. Can we use th’ back o’ th’ truck?” She knew he had emergency lanterns and stuff somewhere tucked in here- she just wasn’t sure… where he had them. He might have blankets too- something to pad the hard bed of the truck- but she wasn’t sure on that.

In his panic, she’d do her best to be his rock.

Hamish nodded and pushed open his door. He tugged a lever on his seat that made the chair fall forward, and then he leaned in and undid Skylar's seat belt. "Okay, can you get into the back? I’m going to see if I can find something useful.” He said.

He moved to the tray of the truck and opened a small tool box he had bolted down in there. There was a plastic tarp he use to cover over hay bales; he could use it to cover the car seat and protect it from the mess. He folded it and tucked it under his arm and then he dug around more and found a camping lantern. He flicked it on to test it and the light lit up the area around him.

He crawled back into the car, folding the front passenger seat down too so he wasn't trying to move around the seats too much. It also created a place to sit the lantern. "I don't have much, but… put this tarp under you.” He said, unfolding it and sliding it to cover the seats. He shrugged out of his tux jacket and balled it up into a pillow for Skylar. "Let's just… try and get this dress off okay?"

Getting into the back of the truck wasn't a pleasant experience, and Skylar couldn't stop the vague whimpers that tugged from her throat as she got up and got into the back.

She didn't have an issue slipping onto the plastic instead of the metal, and let him get that rolled out. She nodded, a shaky sound leaving her as she reached back and got the zipper on her dress with one hand. She slid it down, and then shrugged out of it, letting the ruffle covered monstrosity slide from her frame. She slid her legs out of it, leaving her in a strapless bra and underwear. Skylar had to pause as another contraction rolled over her, and she buried her face into his balled up tuxedo jacket, inhaling the scent as she rocked on her hands and knees, trying to ride it out. "Oh... Oh... Ow... Ow... Hhhhh..."

Hamish swallowed thickly, rubbing his fingers into her back the best he could from the odd angle. "I love you, Sky."

"I love ya too, Haz." She grit out. Her legs splayed a bit, and she managed to shove her dress away and out from under her knees as she exhaled. The sharp pain in her middle was peaking, and she wasn't so sure that it was normal- but what could she do about it? There weren't many women who gave birth to horned babies.

When there was a shift inside of her, and a pop. A gush of partially clear bluish fluid soaked her panties and coated her thighs. "O-oh. My water..." Some of the pressure released from her belly, and Skylar gave a shaky sound as the tightness began to ease Everything was going so fast... "H-Heh. I guess after making us wait, she's eager t' meet us huh? Any signal yet?"

Hamish grabbed at his phone. He dialed the hospital and pressed the phone against his head. A voice answered, but was too broken and full of static for him to understand. "Hello! My wife is in labor and we've broken down… we need help, and an ambulance. Please we're on the highway." The voice replied and then the call dropped out. Hamish's eyes brimmed with tears. "S-shit!" He dropped the phone and turned back to Skylar.

Skylar shifted and carefully settled on her side. She panted carefully, and used her dress to mop up her legs a little bit. The truck wasn't comfortable, but there wasn't anywhere that was. She relaxed as best she could on her side, rubbing her fingers gently on the glowing flesh of her middle. Bella kicked and squirmed fussily, making the sharp point of pain even more agonizing. "It's gonna be okay, Hamish... D-Did ya want to check and see 'f ya can fix the truck? I'll be okay for a little bit by myself." She reached out and took his hand, rubbing it gently between her fingers. "'S gonna be okay, Hamish."

He leaned over and kissed her shakily, and then pushed himself out of the truck, taking the lantern with him as he went. He lifted the hood and leaned over the engine block, trying to spot what could have gone wrong.

The problem was quite obvious. The truck had thrown a head through the engine block- and they hadn't heard the knocking of the head over the sound of the usual rumbling the truck made.

Alongside one of the heads having been thrown, there were several hoses that had popped loose- and oil and coolant trailed from them.

Hamish pressed his hands against his face and let out a long, loud groan. He leaned into the engine and roughly fixed what he could. But without the proper tools there wasn't much he could do.

With the heads thrown through the engine block, there wasn't much he could do indeed. The heads had ruined the whole engine- and it would require a lot of patchwork to limp home, or the replacement of the entire engine block.

At least the popped hoses were easily fixed.

There was a shift in the back of the truck, and a low groan from Skylar. She tried to keep quiet- to keep from distracting him- but it was hard. Her hands brushed her damp thighs, and she huffed, displeased at their stickiness. Her dress was already pretty much ruined- so Skylar nestled down onto it as best she could, and shimmied her panties off. They were soaked- but she still felt like she was leaking...

Hamish sighed and shuffled back into the car. "Sky… we're not going anywhere soon. How're you doing?"

"I hurt, and 'm really kind o' cold." She grimaces, and lifts a hand to shield her eyes to let them adjust to the light he brings upon his return. Her hand, having touched the inside of her thigh, is coated in something a bit... Thicker than the amniotic fluid that had burst from her earlier. She can't see from her angle though. Hamish? Hamish gets a straight view of it. "Everything is going so fast. Bella sure is done waitin', eh?" She gives a shaky laugh, echoed by the tremble of her hand.

Hamish shook, bones blanching. There was blood, a lot of blood… He didn't know if that was normal; he had never done this before. He pulled the doors closed. At least that way it would keep any heat in the car and stop breezes from blowing through. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.

"Haz?" Skylar couldn't see her hand from this angle, but she could see the look on his face. "What's wrong? Is- ah..." Her hand dropped down to her belly, and she cradled it as she levered herself up a little bit with her other one, her middle contracting as she tried to speak. She panted, eyes flinching closed, and splayed her legs slightly to lessen the pressure in her pelvis. "Hah... I... I can't see anything past m' belly in th' dark, sweetheart. Can... Can ya come check me with th' light? When... When the contraction, ahh, hhhhah... When 't ends."

Skylar's ectoflesh was paler than it had been when he'd gone outside the truck. A lot more pale.

Hamish's eye sockets filled with tears. He picked up the lantern and moved it closer to Skylar so he could see. "O-oh god." He sobbed out. He didn't know much about child birth, but he did know it wasn't suppose to be like this; there wasn't suppose to be this much blood.

Skylar gave a soft cry, and strained for a moment, a soft gasp escaping her mouth as she picked up his sob. Blood caked her thighs, and stained the dress she had nestled down on, thick and blue and very much not supposed to be there. "Hah- I... It feels like I need to push, but it hurts so much..." She let out a shaky sounding outcry of her own, "It shouldn't hurt this much, right?" She wasn't certain either. She'd never witnessed a skeleton birth, and neither had he. "Ah... Ahah, oh god, that's a lot o' blood..." She shifted onto her back, and she could see now what had him so panicked. Her eye lights dimmed a bit, and Skylar shifted, trying to get comfortable as best she could. "It... It feels like... L-like Bella's horns are caught 'n somethin' inside o' me..."

Hamish looked down between Skylar's legs. He could see the mound that was Bella's head trying to push it's way out. "I'm sorry." He said, reaching down and wriggling a finger in next to Bella's head. He found her little horn and hooked his finger around it, tugging gently to tip her little skull enough that her horns slipped outside Skylar, hopping that would be enough to help their little girl into the world.

Skylar cried out as his finger pushed in. She was slick from blood, so it wasn't like it was dry, but it hurt so bad from the nasty rip inside of her... As Bella's horns slid free, Skylar tilted her head back and fisted her hands in her dress. She pushed, hard, and forced Bella down further, her little head popping free with a gush of trapped blood and a sharp cry from the horned skeleton trying to deliver her. Skylar wobbled in place.

Her eye sockets flinched shut, and her upper half lowered a little bit back against the dress and his tuxedo jacket. She shoved the jacket out from behind her and down to him, before bearing down again. Bella would need something to keep her warm- and it was so cold to Skylar, so, so cold in the truck.

Bella's shoulder came out first, and then her second one, followed by the rest of her body as her mother strained to get her out with her waning strength.

Hamish grabbed the jacket and laid it on his lap, He held his hands out and caught Bella as she slipped out. He looked down at her as she let out a high pitch wail. Hamish lifted her and pressed his forehead against her smaller one. "Sky… She's perfect."

Skylar slumped back, eye lights flicking to the bloody wailing bundle in Hamish's arms for just a moment. "She's... Beautiful..." She slurred slightly. Following Bella's exit of her body, and the cord still connecting them, was blood. Lots, and lots of blood. It rolled over the dress, staining Skylar's thighs as they slumped down, lax against the bed of the truck. Her breathing was shaky and stuttering. She lifted a hand- not asking to hold, but just to touch. "Can... I see h-her? It's s-so dark and cold, Haz, I can't s-see her... S-she sounds b-beautiful... Make s-sure she's w-warm."

It wasn't dark with the lantern pretty much by her hip. It wasn't dark at all.

Hamish's brows furrowed. "Sky, she's right here." He cupped his hand behind Skylar’s head and tried to help her lift her head so she could see. "She's right here Skylar, can you see her?" His soul thudded in his chest.

"I can't..." Her eye lights were dim and unfocused. She swallowed, her bones cold to the touch as he tried to heft her up. She tried to help, but she was so cold and heavy and everything felt empty. "I can't s-see her... Oh... I can h-hear her though... She's so loud... 's good... She sounds beautiful... I bet she's gonna be jus'... Jus' like you, Haz..." She shakily exhaled again, and her sockets began to flutter closed. "Jus' like you..."

Hamish pressed Bella against his chest as he breathed heavily. "Sky… Sky no… No, please Sky… Open your eyes… Open your eyes and look at our little girl, Skylar, please." Fat tears streamed down his cheeks. "Please, look at her."

He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against Skylar’s, his body shaking as he sobbed. Little Bella continued to cry in his arms.

As quickly as they had been joined together, they had been ripped apart. The woman he had promised to love, and hold for the rest of his life, lay still before him, having gave her life for their child.

He lay down next to Skylar. It was awkward and uncomfortable but he was too weak to do anything else. Bella's cries had quieted to soft whimpers, snuggled up against Hamish as he wept.

[arthoure]

Tagged by @tokyotheglaive <3

Rules: Tag nine users you want to get to know better.

How old are you?: 25

Current job/ Dream job?: Editor

What are you talented at?: Turning tiny worries into massive death scenarios, eating more dessert than anyone else, public speaking, manuscript illumination, driving, playing the flute, convincing myself that no one likes me and my life is an elaborate set-up. 

What is a big goal you are working towards (or have already achieved)?: I’m working toward being healthy enough to work 40 hours per week, so that I can apply for better jobs. 

What is your aesthetic?: Fashion -- rural feminine Japanese/1940s housewife since they’re basically the same rn; A-line skirts, shoulders covered, high collars, soft colours, heels, cardigans, but with lace and ruffles wherever I can stuff them. Otherwise -- medieval nonsense, yellowed books, tea and coffee.

Do you collect anything?: I used to collect seashells(/shark teeth/whale bones/etc.) but my family has moved so many times that I have no idea where they are, now, or if any of them made it to the present day. It’s kind of a painful thought so I try not to dwell on it. I don’t collect anything these days; seems like unnecessary clutter and materialism.

What is a topic you are always up to talk about?: hhhhh. Sometimes I don’t have the spoons for anything, really, but writing and books are usually good bets. Honestly sometimes it’s just nice to exchange hellos and how-are-yous, even if it ends there. 

What’s a pet peeve of yours?: Off-key music, and dissonance, and UNRESOLVED CADENCES OH MY GOD. The THX soundbite. Vagueblogging. When people lack empathy and are quick to judge. 

Good advice to give?:

Remember that confidence is practiced, no matter how effortless other people make it look. 

Always offer guests food and bring food to events with strangers; food is the universal gatherer. 

The keys to world peace are alcohol and karaoke. 

Improving at something requires suffering and frustration; don’t feel guilty when it crashes over you. 

Just because it didn’t work for you then doesn’t mean you should write it off now, especially if other options are open to you. 

If you’re feeling awful, drink water before you decide how to proceed, and always drink water after crying. 

Understand that most people will not care about you, and don’t chase after people who don’t care about you as much as you care about them, but begin all your interactions with love and empathy regardless -- wouldn’t you rather be That Person to the people that come across you?

Unless you’re in Japan Don’t put down gifts you give to others, even if you’re nervous about how they’ll be received. It makes you sound like you didn’t put any effort into the gift.

Likewise, don’t argue against compliments. It often makes the complimenter feel uncomfortable and insinuates that they’re a liar, regardless of your intent. A simple “thank you”/”you’re sweet” and a quick topic change will suffice.

Look for the original source and follow the money. Everyone has an agenda. 

Recommend three songs?:  “Danse Macabre”, Camille Saint-Saens (for the #aesthetique) “Darling”, Nishino Kana (for the cute/ballady) “St. Thomas”, Sonny Rollins (for dat chill, upbeat jazz)

Not gonna tag, this time. Most people have done this already anyway.

[1coin-and-2lights]

Enter Asriel Dreemur on Christmas day (AKA Fluffy)

As Magenta orbs fluttered open, the sleeping appearance of his lover soon filled his field of vision. Auburn locks drooped over his face as his soft breathing signified his deep-slumber state. Eyes shut not-so-tightly, the length of his eyelashes showed themselves clearly. A loving smile drew itself onto his face as he leaned in closer to leave a soft peck on the other’s lips before jumping out of bed and heading to the room were Flowey was kept just before the garden.

Flowey was awake, gazing out through the window at the bright azure sky ahead. As he heard the door open, flurry petals swished once he’d turned to look back. It was Frisk wearing a cheery smile, his eyes squinted.

“Morning pest. What do you want? Are you gonna forget to water me again??”

“No no! I told you. On Christmas, I’d bring you to a special place so we can get Chara’s present~”

“Oh yeah…well don’t keep him waiting. Hurry up so I can get this over with.”

With a firm nod, happy steps trotted over to him. Dainty digits carefully picked the flower pot up before then holding it against his chest. After a clear breath of determination, Frisk nodded to himself before then scurrying out of the room and soon out of the house. __________________

Gradually, crimson orbs flickered open as the thin rays of sunlight streaming into the room seemingly disturbed him. Reluctantly, he rolled over onto his back and sat up against the headboard. His gaze ascended to the ceiling where he took a moment to think as his body imperceptibly woke itself up. His vision soon became clearer. The silence was calming. Tranquil. And now broken by a cheery voice protruding from his bedroom door.

“Chara!~ I have a present for you! And a special person bringing it~”

The only sound that exited the brunette in reply was a clear sound of distain. His gaze then shifted itself to focus on the door as it was lackadaisically pushed open. A figure then emerged from the shadows of his dimly lit room holding what appeared to be a generic brand of chocolate. A familiar figure— too familiar. It spoke to him.

“H-howdy Chara…remember me?”

The redhead immediately shot a glare at the figure. Blazing fury soon shone through those sinister burgundy oculars. His vocals instantly dropped from bored and bothered to dark and laced in negative emotion.

“How could I fucking forget?”

A sigh left the figure as it took one minuscule step forward. It was frightened of the other and so still attempted to keep it’s distance. From sheepish, it’s expression was taken over by sorrow. It spoke once more.

“Chara please…I can’t apologise more for betraying you…but you knew I couldn’t…I never had it in me…I’m a crybaby remember..?”

At this, Chara immediately rose from the bed, retorting angrily as his eyebrows furrowed even more. He stepped forward threateningly. “You dare show yourself to me after all these fucking years just to make EXCUSES?! You know you damn well could but you didn’t because you’re PATHETIC. weak. Spineless. Always the crying infant. You always have been…and that’s probably why you could never help me when I actually needed you.”

“B-but you never asked me for hel—”

“Do you HONESTLY Mean to tell me that all those times when I’d go outside and stare at the sky, that you fucking THOUGHT that I was OKAY?? That everything was fucking FINE?!”

“N-no! O-of course not! That’s why I’d always strived to change the subject…to get your mind off of it…”

At this, the first human scoffed in disbelief before turning his back on the other.

“Do you honestly think brushing a problem underneath the carpet will get rid of it? That pretending it’s not happening will make it disappear within the mind?? Hmph, you really are stupid.” A dark chuckle left him following his statement. “No Asriel. It doesn’t. In fact… it makes it WORSE. The problem will fester and grow like a virus…and after that, the host is left with small pieces of their sanity whilst the pathogen EATS at them from the INSIDE.”

“O-oh…” The goat child sighed once more, laying the confection down on the ruffled bed sheets before approaching Chara. He still hadn’t turned back.

“Chara…I had no idea that was happening to you…and I’m sorry. So sorry. More sorry than I could ever be. You’re right. I wasn’t there when you needed me most— I-I should’ve read you like you can read me. I never had problems because of you! Because…you’d analyse them so quickly and solve them before I even had a chance to worry about them…and I never did the same for you…You were the brother that I should’ve been…”

“Oh bullshit. I was a terrible brother and you know it. Quit trying to apologise by flattering me— it’s disgusting.”

“Right right. Heh that’s the only thing I’m good at doing. Probably why you were always so disgusted by me…Chara. Is there any way you can forgive me?”

Silence. He didn’t answer. Instead, he slowly turned around and glared daggers into the young prince’s eyes before viciously slapping him across the face. An outburst followed.

“DO YOU THINK WE’RE DONE HERE?! That’s not the only reason why I hate you DUMBASS!!”

A furry hand rose to his bruised cheek as he stared back at his ‘brother’. Tears soon fell from his sky blue orbs. “W-why t-then?”

“Because you’re an idiot! You don’t think before you do things and as a result always end up trouble where I have to take care of you!”

At first, those words stung immensely as he knew they were true however after locking his gaze with Chara’s, he realised that there was something deeper below the surface that pained his old comrade. As dense as he was, he knew exactly what he needed to address and so did it with a trembling tone.

“…I’m not going to apologise for granting your dying wish. I know you tried to play it off as a decoy before telling me about taking your soul to free all monsterkind and take revenge on the humans but Chara…your voice. Your expression. The look in your eyes as you told me that you wanted to see those flowers— even though I can’t read you like you do me, I KNEW that it was important to you—”

The sound of a really powerful slap rang across the room as the goat was striked again, this time falling to the floor in a heap. The look on Chara’s face intensified as those words entered his ears.

“YOU GOT YOURSELF KILLED!! YOU COULD HAVE DESTROYED—no, EVISCERATED THEM!!” As he continued to yell at the top of his lungs from hollow anger passion soon filled once crystal pearls had commenced pricking at the corner of his eyes. His vocals shook slightly. “YOU MADE THAT SACRIFICE FOR SOMEONE WHO DIDNT EVEN DESERVE IT— HOW SPINELESS AND IMBECILIC CAN YOU BE??!! BECAUSE OF THAT BULLSHIT YOUR DEATH IS ON MY HEAD—ITS MY FAULT. MINE…..and I didn’t even want to kill you…” With that, the tears began streaming. His voice grew quieter. Weaker.

“I was the reason…why you died…If I hadn’t have said anything — i-if I hadn’t even met you!—…you wouldn’t have died. If I’d fallen and broken my neck. Died before ever having the chance to meet you…” His voice broke, “You’d have been able to live your life properly…” A sharp inhale followed as he started to cry. Slim digits swiftly covering his face to hide the stream of sadness that did not cease to leave his face.

Upon seeing this, Asriel rushed over to his side, embracing the other tightly as the antagonist responded by burying his face in his chest. He clung tightly to the goat-child muttering something through a childish broken voice. “I’m so sorry…I’m so….so sorry—I should’ve been more considerate and thought ahead more…I didn’t want you to die….and you did because of me…”

“No. It’s not because of you. You could’ve done nothing other than ask for one last thing—You were entitled to it—you were dying! And I didn’t just do it because you were taking your last breaths…. I did it because of my love for you.”

At this, the first human paused, lifting his head to regard the other. Tear-stained face confused and perplexed. “What?”

“I love you. N-not like that way with u-um b-boyfriend s-sorta thing but in a familial way. You’re precious and with that, I would’ve done anything for you. I will do anything for you. So it’s not your fault. It’s mine and I accept full responsibility.”

“…so you’re to blame…”

“Yes. I took it upon myself to do it all yes.”

“….then don’t fucking touch me.” And with that, the brunette ruthlessly shoved the animal child away, breaking the embrace before promptly exiting the room leaving Asriel in a state of regret and confusion.

“I-I shouldn’t have said that…but I couldn’t keep letting him blame himself either. Hhhhh…oh well.. ”