#i just noticed that i forgot to paint one of the berries i'm going to end it all

[hadespaint]

The Vampire Claudia

[writingmysanity]

Sunsets and grass stains

Prompt: March Daily Prompts

Day 4: Grass Green

Word count: 1316

Pairing: Eskel x reader

A/N: Second one for the day, because I forgot to post yesterdays ficlet yesterday, so I posted it today. Working on those prompts, I have several in my inbox- i'm going to show them all the proper love. Again, please be patient with me!!

As always, Unbeta'd so all mistakes are my own. (ya know, sometimes ima blame someone else for my mistakes in these xD)

A single voice echoes through the trees, many others rising with it, echoing the song back in tune. Laughter and happy chatter brighten the already fine day. Beaming, you look up at Eskel, nearly bouncing in place as you are tugged along by the witcher’s grip on your hand.

“Singing!” he just nods, quirking an eyebrow at you. It isn't the first time you've heard music and it certainly won't be the last. What made this so exciting?

Rolling your eyes, you swing your intertwined hands, making a face up at him.

“It's a festival, Eskel,” you state, grinning. “It's the spring solstice”

He just nods, glancing up at the way the sun filters through the canopy above.

“Ah,” he pauses “Do you want to attend?”

There is no pause before your head starts bobbing like an overly eager child, fingers tightening around his.

“Can we go? Really?” he softens, offering you a gentle smile.

“As you wish,” he hums, letting you lead him towards town. He only meant to visit the market, but seeing your excitement, he can't help but allow the infectious nature to fall over him as well. The town is covered in blooms, big and small, waves of colors sweeping the streets. Banners brilliantly painted with bright paints. Everyone is smiling as songs fill the air continuously, hardly a breath left silent, people dancing throughout the streets, laughter and excitement bubbling from everybody.

They don't even notice them both at first. He isn't exactly dressed like they associate with a witcher, but they know him quite well.

Bouncing up and down, you tug on his hand, looking up at him pleadingly.

“I want to dance.” he nods, motioning for you to go ahead. He doesn't miss the small frown before you are swept away by another woman, dissolving into a fit of giggles, falling into perfect sync with the other villagers.

It isn't long before you lose your shoes, spinning and skipping barefooted along the town's center. Your eyes find him every time you spin by him, a silent invitation he pretends to not notice, only smiling at you clapping along with the others in rhythm of the bard's tune as you dance.

He had to admit, the energy is infectious, but he doesn't dance. They didn't teach that in witcher training, that's for sure.

When you find yourself back at his side, you are panting but you are smiling, eyebright. He just smiles wrapping an arm around your waist, tugging you closer to let you lean against him for support.

“Having fun?” you nod, taking the pastry he offers. “Don't inhale it, Kit. enjoy it.” he teases, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. Your laugh is breathy, the sound making him shiver a bit, your eyes lidded as you look up at him with a dreamy smile.

“Thank you.” raising an eyebrow, he hums, taking a sip of his drink.

“For?”

“For coming to the festival with me, I know you aren't fond of crowds.” softening, he smiles, leaning down to peck your nose, grinning at how you scrunch your nose at him.

“Anything for you,” it is a promise.

Flushing, you shove the last of your sweet in your mouth, shuddering to watch as he wipes some berry juice from the corner of your mouth, sucking it off his finger, humming at the taste. He hides his grin at how your heart sputters, nose flaring at the sudden very sweet scent floods his senses, eyes closing for a second.

“Ready to head back?” he asks a second later, fingers flexing on your hip. Biting back a whine, you nod quickly, turning with him, ignoring the disappointment at not getting to dance with him today.

The walk back is quiet, at first.

“Why don't you dance?” you question, not accusing, but disappointed. Kicking a rock further up the path, Eskel shrugs.

“I've never been asked to before,” he admits, lips quirking to the side, indifferent to the topic. Frowning, you stop walking. It takes him a few more steps to realize you're no longer beside him.

“Kit?” his head tilts to the side, curls flopping over his shoulder. “What's wrong?”

“You've never been asked to dance?” you ask, ignoring his question. His nod is slow, unsure where this was going. Without thinking, your hand shoots out, laying out in the air. An invitation.

“Dance with me,” you ask gently, giving him the option to decline if he so wishes. He hesitates, hand sliding into yours.

“I'll be rotten at it,” he mumbles, his other hand raising to rub at the back of his neck. Any doubts he had melted away at your smile, brighter than the sun that had started to set.

“Don't worry, I'll show you.”

You lead him off the path into an open field just beyond the tree line, nearly plucked free of wildflowers by the locals for their festival, only stalks of grass left, lapping at your calves as you find a good place near the center of the clearing. It's far enough, so as to keep from prying eyes, for his sake, but close enough to town to still be able to hear the music. Shifting to stand before him, you hold your hands out for his.

He places his hands in yours immediately, allowing you to move him how you choose. Gently, you place one hand on your hip, shivering when his thumb sweeps over the bit of exposed skin there.

“Keep this here,” you instruct before lacing your fingers with his other hand, smiling up at him, smile faltering under his gaze. His eyes bore into yours, shadowed by the setting sun but somehow still brighter than anything you've ever seen, showing every emotion he swears he never had- love, joy, happiness… mainly love.

Clearing your throat, you focus on the way his hand feels in yours. It doesn't help, surprise surprise.

“What next?” he questions, voice soft.

“Follow my lead,” you grin, starting to hum the tune the bard is playing in town. Eskel lets you lead him, spinning him in gentle circles, a pliant partner. His eyebrows furrow in concentration, eyebrows furrowed as he tries to watch your feet between you.

“Shit,” he groans when he accidentally steps on your foot, barely earning a hiss of surprise. “I hurt you,” he panics starting to pull away. Tugging him back, you refuse to let him drop your hands.

“You're going to step on me some, you're learning.” you hum, tugging him closer again. He frowns.

“I don't want to hurt you”

“The pain was more surprise than anything, dearest, now, come here.” he does as told, hesitantly stepping closer, letting you maneuver him again, both arms wrapped around your waist, your arms moving to wrap around his neck. With your chest pressed against his, you can feel his heartbeat, the steady rhythm relaxing you.

“Maybe this will be easier for you,” you hum, laying your chin on his chest, eyeing him through your lashes, standing on your tiptoes, rocking you both gently. Chuckling, he leans down, lips brushing over yours gently, humming the tune against your lips.

You giggle at how his humming tickles your lips, nipping his in retaliation. Groaning softly, he lifts you slightly, sweeping your legs from beneath you before dropping to his knees, laying you out in the grass hovering over you. He takes a moment to stare, your dark hair a stark contrast to the grasses vibrant green in the red of the setting sun.

Slowly, you smile, fingers curling in his tunic, tugging.

“I'm waiting.” your impatient whisper makes him laugh as he lowers himself, his body eclipsing you from view completely.

“As you wish,” he breaths, lips crashing to yours with fever, earning a happy groan from your chest, your arms securing around him so he can't move.

“Damn right.”

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[angelily95]

On The Day We Fall In Love : Queen Of The Night (Pt.1)

Bang Yongguk x Reader

Romance, slight angst, boyfriend!au

Mention of mental illness in the upcoming parts

Basically a long series of short stories that inspired by different songs.

Tapping your red painted nails on the table, you occasionally tap your phone to see if there's any text from him and to check the time. You would only wait for him for another five minutes, you had been waiting at the cafe for almost thirty-minutes.

Sipping on the mixed berries smoothie, your mind started to drift away from the cafe. You were wondering about the man you had been waiting for. No, he was not your boyfriend and you wouldn't really call him a friend. He's just a guy from marketing class who happened to be paired with you for an assignment because you were absent when the professor asked the students to form a pair. Same goes for him. That was the reason you were meeting him that day.

Your body jumped slightly when a screeching sound greeted your ears. Someone just pulled the chair in front of you and took a seat in a rush, placing a backpack on top of the table. You heard he gasped for air as he offered you an apologetic smile. His hair was tousled, his wavy bang stuck to his sweaty forehead.

"I am so sorry." He verbally apologized to you this time, pulling out his laptop from the black bag.

"Yongguk!" You let out a comforting laugh. "Calm down. Why are you acting like you're being chased by a ghost?"

He mirrored your smile and you prefered it better than his previous awkward smile. He had pretty lips, you personally loved the curls at the corner. "I thought you were mad at me." There was a hint of relief in his voice.

You crossed your arms and said, "I am mad at you."

"I am sorry…"

"This is my first and last warning, okay?" You playfully squint your eyes at him, trying to intimidate him but you could imagine how ridiculous you looked. He nodded, offering that beautiful smile that made your heart skip a beat again.

"Wanna have a cold drink? Your face is red. It must be hot outside." Your eyes scanned his face and the way his hair still stuck to his forehead bothered you. You rummaged through your tote bag and held out a red handkerchief to him, pointing at his temple.

He stared at your face for a moment, digesting your action and you swore you caught his eyes darted to your red lips before he looked at the handkerchief and received it.

He pushed his hair back, making it even messier and dabbed the handkerchief on his forehead. A gasp left your lips when you saw his slender fingers. They were bruised.

"Yongguk, what happened?" You asked, very concerned. Did he get into a fight?

"Huh?" Then, he realized the cause of your concern and hid his hands under the table. "Nothing. I'll go and order my drink." He left the table and headed for the counter. It was obvious he was avoiding your question. You had no rights to push him to tell you but it fell wrong to let him with his bruised hand like that. You called for a staff that was passing by and asked for a first-aid box. Yongguk came back with a cup of iced americano, brow lifted when he saw the box.

"You didn't have to."

"I wanted to help." You insisted. "Give me your hand." You started treating his wound, too focused that you didn't realize Yongguk was gazing at you like he would to the stars on the night sky.

It was the longest time you'd ever held hands with a man that wasn't your boyfriend.

***

A 3 days 2 nights class trip.

You were catching up with your group of girlfriends, waiting for the bus driver to open the door of the vehicle. They were talking about the clothes they brought. You had been trying hard not to but your eyes wandered around the crowd, hoping to see him. It was a dumb thing to do, though. He had replied to your text a few days ago saying he was not a fan of socializing with a lot of people so he would pass this one. Still, you wished he came.

You watched as two men were laughing about something on their phone and when they moved from their spot, it revealed a man who was sitting on top of his luggage, carrying a backpack. Your face immediately lit up, walking toward him who was scrolling his phone. He didn't notice your presence until you poked his arm. He lifted his eyes from the screen and met yours. You caught the flickers in his eyes when he saw your wide smile.

"Hi." He greeted you.

"You're here." You stated dreamily, confirming it to yourself. You were so disappointed a few minutes ago but it was all forgotten.

"I'm here."

"You're here." You repeated like a broken lovesick doll. His melodious chuckle rang in your ear, making your chest swell with something you could not put a name on it. Something crossed your mind, "Wanna sit together?"

"Err…" He hesitated to answer and you couldn't help but be crestfallen.

"It's okay. I was asking just in case you didn't have a seat partne—"

"What about your friends?" was his question.

"Hmm…" You took a few seconds to make a sentence in your mind. "We're a group of five so one will be left out."

"Let's sit together." He reached out to lightly nudge your arm, for no obvious reason.

You smiled, "Let's sit together."

***

That night, you slipped away from your group of friends again to talk to Yongguk. They didn't question why you sat with Yongguk in the bus, knowing you were acquainted with him. Apart from talking to you, Yongguk didn't talk much with anyone else. He joined it when a group of men gathered but he only observed and listened. That's why you felt obligated to talk to him, after all you were the one who convinced him to come.

You were walking toward him when a stranger approached you, selling you a bouquet of flowers. You didn't need those pretty flowers yet you found yourself taking out money from your tote bag and purchased the bouquet. Yongguk would like it, right?

The whole group of the trip were allowed to sightsee on the street, to admire the architecture of the unique buildings there. Yongguk was alone, sitting on a wooden bench near a tall dim lamp pole, slurping a cup of instant noodles he got from the nearest convenience store.

A pair of eyes lit up when he saw you but his mouth was full so he hummed and tipped his head to acknowledge your presence. You took a place next to him and held out the flowers to him.

"For you." You shyly looked at his bewildered face, almost wanting to hide your face in your hands but you kept your cool.

"For me?" His muffled voice inquired as he  was covering his full mouth with a hand. His cheeks flushed when he received them from you, eyes marvelled at the pretty colours.

"Hungry?"

"Oh, sorry." He felt bad for eating alone so he offered the cup to you. You were still full from the meal you had before but something about sharing food with Yongguk excited you so you accepted his offer. Your fingers brushed against his when you took the chopsticks from him, smiling to yourself. You lowered your head to slurp on the hot noodles, forgot to put your long black hair to the back first so a strand of hair entered your mouth along with the noodles but only Yongguk noticed it. So with one hand holding the flowers bouquet, another hand gathered your silky hair and held it back while you kept slurping. His action was so intimate to you, you felt your face getting warm. Or was it the noodles?

You returned the cup back to him and helped him hold the flowers so he could finish his noodles.

Indirect kiss. Silly, girly part of your mind whispered to your heart when he put the chopsticks you just used to his lips. He drank the soup before proudly showing the empty cup to you and tossed it into the trash bin nearby.

"Let's have a walk." He took the bouquet from your hand, only after he quickly caressed the back of your hand with his thumb. And you… your head was high in the cloud, dreamily followed him while staring at his side profile as he was sniffing the flowers. He was such a view, the yellowish dim light that illuminated the street made him look ten times intriguing that he usually were. You wished you could save this view in your mind and look at it on the nights you spend thinking about him. You took out your phone, contemplating whether to ask for his permission first or not.

"Why did you get me this?" He walked closer to you, arms brushing so that you could hear his voice clearly. There were a lot of times you told him you couldn't understand what he said because he mumbled his words, especially when there were others around.

"They are pretty..."

"Hmm?" One of his brow lifted, not understanding how that could be the reason. However, his lips bloomed into a smile.

"...and remind me of your smile." At this point, you were sure you were making your feelings too obvious. Seeing how flustered you were and the way you started to look anywhere but his face, he didn't want to tease you.

"Thank you." He gratefully said. "Can you take a photo of me? This is my first time receiving flowers. I want to keep the photo as a memory."

"Sure." Of course you could take more than a photo, you already intended to do so before he asked. You took multiple shots of him asking him to move around until you got the best shot.

"Done." You announced, looking at the photos to review them. Yongguk quickly held your arm and pulled you to the side as there were a group of people who wanted to pass by the alley. You looked up in surprise at him before shifting your gaze back to your phone, knowing he had kept you safe. 

You leaned your arm on the wall as Yongguk came closer and leaned down to look at the shots you took as you were shorter than him.

"Wow, they came out well."

Your eyes widened at how close he sounded, sending shivers down your spine. You were too afraid to move, as his deep voice rang exactly next to your ear, like his lips were somewhere near your earlobe. You leaned closer to the wall to create more space but there was no use as he was too close. You were not afraid of him taking advantage of you, you were afraid the proximity confirmed your feelings for him.

His slender forefinger was swiping on the screen on your phone while he kept talking about the photos as you were staring at his jaw, eventually at his lips. Yongguk frowned when he noticed your silence so he turned to face you and he was stunned.

There was something burning in your eyes and your lips were parted as your chest was heaving softly. His brown orbs followed the movement of yours, seeking for something. When you breathed through your mouth, the warm breath hit his face, giving him goosebumps.

Both of you stiffened as Yongguk rested his palm on the wall you were leaning on. Your eyes fluttered close when his lips landed on your smooth cheek, nose poking your flesh there. Your cold hands were awkwardly holding your phone on the same spot, floating in the air. You could hear the pounding of your heart and you bet he could hear it too.

His lips lingered on your skin longer than you expected but it was better that way. What if he regretted it after he pulled away?

A gasp left your lip when his cold fingers touched your chin and turned your head to face him fully. Now your back was leaning on the wall, you between his arms. You were getting shy with the way he was scanning your face. 

However, you found yourself looking up voluntarily and tip-toeing to meet his lips.

Your movement stopped when your lips were barely an inch from his, he just put his hand on your shoulders, squeezing them. He whispered your name, softly and lovingly. Repetitively, like a prayer. But to your ears, it was a sweet spell. Hypnotizing, making your fall deeper and deeper and you hoped he was there to catch you.

Yongguk didn't want to rush the kiss even though your lips that were always painted in red haunted him whenever he was alone. If he kissed you, he was afraid he couldn't let you go. If he kissed you, he was afraid he would surrender his heart to your hands. He was not sure if you're up for it and he didn't trust you enough for that.

Another kiss to the cheek would be enough, he decided. He placed his cold hand on your warm neck and you almost let out a sigh at the stark contrast. When his lips landed on your cheek again, your heart flipped yet there was a sudden ache. Maybe because you were hoping for something more.

You inhaled his scent, intoxicating mix of something gingery, minty and smoky. It registered in your head that he was probably a smoker, his lips were a bit purplish rather than pink in colour.

He abruptly pulled away when there were loud footsteps and yelling. You friends were coming your way, they had been looking for you.

"Yah, did you just take advantage of her?" One of your friends hit him with a bottle, staring accusingly. Yongguk looked at you, the fire in his eyes dimmed as he was waiting for you to say something. For you to deny the accusation.

"Guys, it's not like that. Let's go." You wrapped your arms around your friends' and dragged them away from there so they would not bully Yongguk anymore.

You friends were busy nagging at you, scolding you for not being careful.

"Yah, stop being too close with him. I told you he's a lot older than us all." 

"How is that a problem?" You let out an incredulous laugh. His age did not matter at all.

"That means there's something wrong with him. Why would someone take a long gap year to finish his studies?"

"He always has bruises. What if he's a gangster?" Another friend added.

"And he is so quiet and creepy. Like he's on drugs or something."

"Yah, that's not nice!" You hit her on her arm. Yongguk was indeed suspicious but you had never imagined to that extent.

"I'm just telling you he's a bad guy!"

"Let's stop talking about him and enjoy our time here." You suggested, tired of their babbles. They silently agreed and were looking for a famous building while referring to the map in one of your friends' smartphone. You took the chance to turn around, looking for him. There he was, walking alone around ten steps away. Your eyes met his, he was a bit surprised when you turned around because he had been watching you.

You mouthed something to him, making sure your friends did not see you. You smiled when his brows knitted together in confusion. He didn't catch it the first time so you moved your lips again.

There was a tingling burst on your chest when he caught what you're trying to say, flashing you his adorable gummy smile that lit up his whole face.

"Thank you for the kiss." You cutely poked your cheek with your finger, where his lips were. Then, heat rushed to your face at your own boldness.

***

I've bandaged your bruises

You've held back my hair

Who'd have known when this started

That we'd end up here?

But you reach out and touch me

Say my name like a prayer

All my friends say you're dangerous

But I don't fucking care

- Queen Of The Night, Hey Violet.

Part 2

[tintinwrites]

enceinte | Poe Dameron x Reader

A/N: My favorite TV show is I Love Lucy, and one of my favorite episodes is when Lucy finds out she’s pregnant and tries to tell Ricky. I’ve been wanting to write something inspired by it, and just got the motivation to do so! It’s not exactly the same, just inspired by it. ‘Enceinte’ is just ‘pregnant’ in French, which is a nod to the show because ‘pregnant’ was a naughty word in the 50′s (super dumb, I know) and the episode was called ‘Lucy Is Enceinte’!

Rating: T

Warning: Naughty words (including pregnant OH NO). Implications of sex obvs.

Word count: 2,239, apparently!!

Summary: Reader tries very, very hard to tell Poe that she’s pregnant.

It was a terrible thing.

It was an awful thing.

It was a thing that came at a horrible time.

It was a thing that came in the middle of war and was such a big risk, such a big distraction.

Yet, as you walked out of the medbay with a hand on your belly, you smiled. No matter how hard you tried to stop smiling, you couldn't. Your boobs hurt like hell and you'd spent the last few weeks completely exhausted, but you just kept grinning like an idiot. The happiest, most terrified idiot in the galaxy.

You had a little berry inside of you; it should have been smaller, but you had been too afraid to acknowledge your obvious problems and get checked right away, so you found out about said berry later than most would. You figured no one should blame you for being in denial, since you and your boyfriend were active members of an army and having a berry just wasn't the best idea for a couple that spent most of their time flying starfighters.

But the berry happened without your permission and you couldn't manage to be angry about it because not only was it a tiny half-you, but you also had a tiny half-Poe inside you. You wondered if it would have his hair or his eyes, or maybe both.

You wouldn't mind if it was all Poe, in looks and personality. Especially personality. You would be honored to raise a kid as half as good as Poe. Or even a quarter as good would still be the perfect child.

Thinking about what your son or daughter would be like made you realize that you were getting ahead of yourself. It would probably be best to start off by telling Poe that you were carrying a little half-him, half-you.

What if he's angry? flitted through your mind briefly. You were in an army, in the middle of a war, in the thick of the action, in almost constant chaos.

How could you bring a baby into that? Even if it was the size of a berry and that was super cute?

And just as your heightened hormones were about to make you cry, you remembered that it was Poe. Good Poe. A-kid-a-quarter-as-good-as-him-would-be-perfect Poe. Would-be-the-best-father Poe.

You would have to tell him eventually anyway. He already noticed how tired and in pain you were, so he was bound to notice when your belly started growing.

The worst thing that could happen was that he might break up with you so he didn't have to deal with the stress of loving something so much during all this.

You pretended that didn't break your heart and carried on in search of Poe.

He was in the command center with a few other pilots. Right, it was a debriefing that you had gotten out of because you were getting checked out in the med bay, and a slightly nervous Poe kissed you a dozen times before he let you go.

Even General Organa's brow was creased with worry as she gave you permission to skip out on the meeting.

You were absolutely terrified going into the medbay and going out; but at least you knew it was a good thing while you were going out.

"Poe?" You moved up behind him, lacing your fingers with his and pressing your face against his shoulder. "Can I talk to you?"

"Yeah, 'course."

Your presence got everyone's attention and there were way too many eyes on you. "I mean, in private."

"—yes." Immediately full of concern, he put an arm around you and walked with you to the other side of the room. "What's up?"

"So I've been really tired lately, right?"

"Right."

"Like, I was falling asleep on the mission, so I went to the medbay as soon as we got back, right?"

"Right."

"Well, it turns out that I'm—"

"Poe!" The interruption came from General Organa, who gave you an apologetic look. "We just got a distress call from a planet under attack. We need our best pilots in the air."

"—okay, just a sec." He stayed with you, but you could tell that he was ready to bolt out of the room and get in his ship. He was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. "What did you find out, baby?"

You opened your mouth and paused. Telling him could wait. He probably wouldn't be gone for more than half a day anyway. People in danger were more important than telling him you were pregnant.

You were worried again about how inopportune it all was. What if you and the baby needed him once it was born, but someone out there needed him more?

"Nothing. I'll tell you later."

"Alright. You're okay, though?"

"Yeah. I'm fine."

"Awesome."

He kissed you on the cheek and ran past you, after a couple pilots that had already left as soon as the call came in.

You supposed you would tell him when he got back.

You were almost glad that you were interrupted when trying to tell Poe about the baby.

It wasn't exactly a sweet way to tell him, was it? Pulling him away from a debriefing and then just saying it?

Everything about this pregnancy and child was going to be different. You would have to be extra protective since the First Order would gladly use a child to their advantage, he or she wouldn't exactly be running through fields to play and sitting down with their parents every night for dinner, Poe would often be away on missions, and you weren't sure how long you would stay grounded to care for the baby before you were ready to also be away on missions.

So if most of it wasn't going to be normal, you wanted to have at least one thing; you wanted to tell Poe in a romantic, sweet way.

Maybe if he was upset, the way you told him would soften it.

You had a whole dinner set up in your shared quarters — the food was from the dining hall and so was the table, which you convinced Snap to drag to your room.

You passed by General Organa on the way and she gave you this look that any woman who'd ever been pregnant would probably give. You guessed you weren't being subtle.

Now you were sitting at the table, tapping your fingers on it in impatience as you waited for Poe to get back.

He arrived still in his flight suit, sweaty and suspiciously dirty, and came over to give you a kiss on the cheek. "Leia told me you had dinner waiting. You didn't have to do that, baby."

"I wanted to." You were glad the general was helping you out, even if you now had the task of rubbing a layer of dirt off your face. "What the hell did you do?"

"Ah, got dragged around a little bit. I'm good, but I need a shower." He started towards the refresher attached to the room.

"Wait! Your food will get cold."

"I'll be ten minutes."

"Poe."

"Five minutes."

You slammed your fist down on the table and he froze, looking back at you nervously. "Sit. Down."

Having never heard you growl in such a way, he quickly walked to the table and sat down across from you, shifting in his chair. "Is everything...okay, Y/N?"

"Yes. Just..." You took a deep breath, reaching across the table to grab his hand. "I have some good news, Poe. At least...I think it's good news. I mean, it's not the best news. It's definitely unexpected news, but—"

"You're rambling, sweetheart." Yet he gave you the most loving smile in the galaxy for it.

"Sorry...okay. Poe, I'm—"

"Poe!" A pilot ran into the room, grinning. "Come on, man! Our game of sabacc starts in two minutes!"

"Shit, I forgot. I'll be there, Y/N was just about to tell me something."

"Uh..." You were being looked at expectantly by both Poe and the pilot, who you didn't really know enough to tell him you were pregnant. "Go play your game. I'll tell you later."

He lifted your hand and kissed it. "I'll be back in a couple hours, then I'm all yours."

You smiled, only dropping your head into your hands once he was out of the room. Maybe you could tell him during sex or something.

Your next idea was the dumbest idea anyone had ever had, but it was almost guaranteed to get and keep Poe's attention.

Poe liked sex. He liked sex with you. He liked seeing you naked. He liked being the one to undress you.

That was why you were in the refresher, writing on your stomach with some paint you'd found. It was supposed to be for propaganda posters, but you figured it would be okay to use just a little.

The words 'I'm pregnant' stood out in blue, backwards in the mirror, before you rolled your sleep shirt down. You couldn't come up with anything more creative than that.

You stepped out of the 'fresher and stopped in the doorway, playing with the hem of your shirt. "Poe? Honey?" You used your most suggestive voice; the one that made him look up from whatever he was doing with a big grin because he knew you were horny.

Only he didn't move from his face down position on the bed.

"Poe? Baby?" You walked to the bed, stroking his back and feeling him breathe evenly under your touch. "Wake up." You leaned down to nibble at his neck.

"Mmm...fuck...yeah, baby, lemme just get my pants off..."

You smiled against his skin, nuzzling him. "Take off my shirt first."

There was no response and his breathing remained even.

He kept on sleeping.

You could have shaken him until he was wide awake, but if he was this exhausted, he needed his sleep.

With a soft huff, you walked around the bed and gently plopped down onto the mattress, wiggling under the covers.

You were just going to wait until the baby came out. It could be the one to tell him.

You had to tell him.

You didn't care what he was doing or who interrupted, you were just going to say it.

Imagine your surprise when he ran past you just as you were looking for him.

You didn't even know it was him until you turned to watch the person go and recognized the dark, curly hair.

You ran right after him because you were going to tell him.

"Poe!"

"Busy, sweetheart!"

"I need to tell you something!"

"You can tell me as soon as I get back!"

"I've tried to tell you a bunch of times already!"

"I'm sorry! I'll be back tonight!"

You were out of breath by the time you ran out to the hangar, watching as Poe climbed into his X-wing. "Poe! I'm fucking pregnant!"

That was so not how you wanted to tell him. Especially because everyone around you froze, including him, holding his helmet just above his head.

His helmet was quickly forgotten to the side as he vaulted out of the cockpit and jumped to the ground, running to you. "Baby...baby, no..." He didn't sound angry or disappointed. He sounded in disbelief, like you were about to tell him it was some joke.

You weren't sure when you started crying, but you were already sobbing. "Yes." You grabbed his hand and put it on your stomach. "We're having a baby."

"A baby..." He stared, then fell to his knees and pressed kisses to your belly.

"Poe." So many eyes were on you, and embarrassment was mixing with happiness. "You're not angry?"

"'Course not! I mean, I gotta admit, it's not the best time, but...we'll figure this out. When did you find out?"

"A week ago."

"A week—"

"Don't you dare. I've been trying to tell you, but you keep getting distracted."

"Oh, shit, that's what you were trying to tell me?"

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry." He stood up, taking hold of your hands. "I'm gonna be a dad?"

"Yes."

He looked at you like you told him something he'd been waiting all his life to hear, pulling you to his chest and holding you tightly.

You only cried harder. "It's the size of a berry. Or, at least, it was...I don't know what it's the size of now. A big berry?"

"Oh, fuck, I love you." He pulled away just to kiss you deeply. "I love our baby."

"Dameron, we gotta go!"

He stepped back and looked at you apologetically. "We'll talk about this when I get back. We can celebrate...if you want to celebrate? And we can figure this out. We'll be okay." He started to go after you nodded, but moved back and gave you another kiss.

"Poe! Get out of here."

"Yes, ma'am." He jogged off towards his ship, grabbing a pilot who just came back from a mission by the shoulder, shaking him. "She's having my baby!" Then he continued to his X-wing and climbed up the ladder.

It was a terrible thing.

It was an awful thing.

It was a thing that came at a horrible time.

But you and Poe were going to be parents, and while you both knew it was going to be hard, you would figure it out.

"I'm gonna be a fucking dad!"

You would definitely figure it out.

[loveceleste]

Lost in Inkling; Part I

'I miss you.' 'I miss you too.' 'Are you okay?' 'You already asked that Issa'

Damn, I wish I had a tall, ambitious, white teeth smile, sexy ass man like Lawrence. Dramatic I know, but a man who would love me so much that he changes himself is the one you let pay some light bills and stick around for a while.  There's just no way I'd fuck that up. 

It's the second time I've watched Episode 8 of Insecure. Dressed in my 2011 Destin Beach spray paint T-shirt and black sweat pants, with my trusty wine in my left hand and my laughing stick in the right. I still can't wrap my mind around how she got bored with an idealistic man who always mentions her when speaking of his dreams. Gahhh! Heart Eyes! Okay, its the seventh time I've watched it. Don't judge me, but I get a slight satisfaction knowing there are more lost and single, almost 28 year olds, that fear to be an eternal solitarian who practices faithfulness. Despite the increasing popularity of two-timing. It’s almost like people want to catch the Monkey virus. Either way, I really need to let Insecure go. The show I mean. Well, I need to let go of my own too but after Jermaine, I've been bathing in regret and drying in self-loath. Then I lotion in confidence and dress in 'fuck these niggas', only to go out and witness a known married man all hugged up with some tramp. Then I come home and accept marriage was put on my blueprint for 1962 and I should just adopt 9 dogs, since I attract them anyway.     

                             *ring ring*         

Should I answer? or no? After throwing my phone like Jackie in a third inning last week, I broke my phone screen at an ineffective attempt to calm my rage. Plus, I hate answering calls when I'm not fully prepared. I did get slightly excited since nobody calls my phone but appointment reminders or those 'press 1 if this is Janeice Pothucker'  *1*  'you have missed 7 payments'  *disconnect call*. But It was only my overzealous best friend Quinn.                                                                      

"You okay, Lanie? I haven't heard from you since Tuesday."  She said sounding extremely concerned. "Quinn, its only Wednesday night, you act like you weren't just over here drinking up all my Pinot Nior. You owe me $20 too." I said sternly. "Well you taking to long to call me and I got some 'It was all a dream' juicy news to tell you, bitchhh!" "Bitchhh like Miracle Watts juicy or Deelishous Juicy?" "Nah Nah, darker berry sweet, like Bernice juicy with a little Big Booty Judy cause it's a throw back." "Ahhh I am excited now, Tell me!" "You remember James from Liberty High?" "Afro James or Sling Ding James?" "Lanie, the audacity you have to think I would have any exhilarating announcement involving the likes of Sling Ding Pencil miss holes James!" "Wouldn't put it past you" I said slyly. "Fuck you!"   We laugh for a few moments. "No no. Its the quiet one who came the middle of junior year and played football. Really cute. I had a crush on him until me and Rich got back together and then I caught him with Hoe Lay?" "Ohhhh," I said remembering "He was so sweet and had the cutest smile! What about him?" "Well I ran into him at the mall earlier and we started talking and catching up on missed time or whatever and BOOM, He asked me on a date, a real live date!" "Like a real real live date?" I asked for reassurance. "Yes bitch, We going to Ruth Chris this weekend."                                              I am genuinely happy for Quinn, but it seems like whenever I go through a hard break up, every one around me magically becomes the most un-single, deep in love earthlings ever! Its just not fair. "Lanie, " She said breaking the silence of my deep thought. "Did you hear me? We're going to Ruth Chris! The $60 dollar per person place we would only think of going during tax season. I think I'm going to order a salad so I won't look to greedy, what you think?" "I think if he wants to spend $60 on you let him spend it!" "I knew you would say that you're greedy like me, I'm about to send you a picture of what I picked out to wear." "My screen is on black out, but send it anyway and I'll look at it after I come from the Sprint store tomorrow." "Damn, I forgot. Okay, I'll call you later.” She paused. “And I ain’t paying you shit!” she said laughing right before hanging up the phone. The next morning, I dress for work in my sexy black lawyer pant suit with my "move bitch" pumps to try and redeem myself after looking like a depressed, lament bum this whole week. Despite my attempts to lift my soul out of Desparia, I’ve been cutting people off in mid conversation and hiding in my office all day. Maybe some fresh air will do me good. During my lunch break I head over to Sprint to see about having my phone brought back to life. When I entered the store, they either thought I stole $82 from their wallets or I was the announcement of Beyoncé's twin pregnancy. Either way, even in my shitty mood, I didn't mind the attention. I proceed to the empty front desk so I can add my name to the wait list. I'm sure no one wanted to approach me since I had the 'y'all bitches better not have me waiting to long' look on my face. After a long 67 seconds of standing there riled, this skin smooth, dark chocolate, gym 4 days a week built brother approaches me. I think he was saying something to me. I'm not really sure and he may think I was being rude, but really I was in distress over his full lips slowly rising to display his straight solid white smile.                   "Ma'am are you alright?" I finally closed my slightly opened mouth and shook off the hypnosis. “What can I help you with?” "huh?... oh yes umm.. I need to see about getting my phone fixed. I dropped it and my screen has been black since." Realizing my daydreaming, he let off a half smile. Damn, that half smile was deadly! "Sure thing, Can I get your name?"   "Lanie," I couldn't help but examine his fresh cut and perfect symmetrical face. This may just be me, but its something about a man looking down while I look at the top of his head, reminds me of....never mind.   "hmm, I don't see you in here, have you been to this location before?"   "Oh yeah, try Janeice, Janeice Pothucker." "Found you. Is your phone number 615-364-0741?" "Yes, that's me." He paused for a moment.   "Cool, it looks like we don't have anyone ahead of you for the technician, so follow me to the back and I'll get you all set up with Mike." We walk to the back to the area of the large room where all the techs were sitting behind the glass. For a moment I forgot where I was. It felt like he was leading us to our table, a dinner for two at my favorite live music restaurant, Sambuca. Dim lights and subtle jazz in the background and nothing but an intellectual exchange between us two. Discussions range from Angela Davis quick-witted way out of prison in the 60's to if Tupac really is alive and well in Cuba. The technician advised the phone fix will only take 15 minutes since all of the parts are in store. I stuck around, of course. I walked around looking at the latest phones and gadgets they had laid out for display. The Samsung galaxy s8 plus appealing frame caught my eye, might add to my list of future purchases. As I am going through the phone messages, by nature, I feel a set of eyes gazing at me. I look up to make sure the technician wasn't trying to get my attention, but he was in the back somewhere unseen. I slowly rotate by placing my right foot behind the left and did a ballerina spin. It felt necessary at the moment to slyly look around without making an obvious attempt to scan the room. Somehow in the midst of my spin I sped up and I forgot I had the new s8 in my right hand that was attached to a cord on the counter. The cords elasticity spun me back facing the counter, forcing me to loose my balance. Don't worry, I landed perfectly on the left side of my face. Smooth. I was so embarrassed! I wanted to run out the store like I just got my chain snatched by Debo. Before I could fully open my eyes, Donny Savage look-a-like is gently grabbing my right arm helping me up. Strange, because I could of sworn before my failed pirouette I saw his melanated reflection in the corner of my peripheral on the other side of the room. "Are you alright?" "You like that question. Yes I'm fine, I just lost my balance. Thanks....Solo." Glancing at his name tag. "Well I'm no doctor but it look like you're going to have a nasty knot on your left temple. We've got some ice in the back I can get you some." "No No, I'm fine really, thanks." I said pained as I gathered my purse and a few of my unmentionables that scattered in my fall. "I'm just embarrassed." I mumbled. "No need to be embarrassed, I fell down a flight of stairs just last week." Fuck! He heard me. "I didn't get to witness you fall so it doesn't count." I managed to say with a chuckle. "Do you dance?" He asked. "Huh?" "Dance," He reiterated. "from over there it looked like you were about to hit a nice spin." "You noticed from all the way over there?" His face said it all, I found my star gazer. "Mrs. Pothucker, your phone is ready." yelled the phone technician saving Solo from an explanation. "It's Ms. Pothucker, and thank you." "You're Welcome. Insurance covered everything so you're good to go." "Thank you. Have a nice day." "You as well, Ms. Pothucker." I started for the door. I was still embarrassed from my fall to look Solo's way so I sped up hoping my arms weren't bouncing behind me. "Ms. Pothucker," I turned around recognizing the deep waved, Godly voice. " have a nice day" "You as well, thank you again." He nodded. Fine ass! I hopped in my white Cherokee and scurried back to work with a satisfied smile on my face. Its good to know I wasn't the only one looking.