#please don’t let this drive you away from my fics 🙏

[moonsblack]

im so thankful for spell check because i apparently cannot spell

[lefarte]

Literally no one has done it so could you pretty please do Abella NSFW HeadCannons (or an m!reader fic if you got the time) 🙏. I'll name my protractor after you if you do

Who wrote this one 😭 yall are crazy

Also I expect that protractor to be named after me. Keep your promise anon

Reader is GN but has a pp… or I guess you could imagine it as a strap if you’re a coward

The nights in prehevil were growing longer, and colder.

At first it was a cold autumn chill. But as the days went by, the wind turned dry, the kind of cold that chills your bones. Your fingers stopped tingling, it got to the point where the numbness ached. Not even hiding in a house would help because the walls were so thin you could hear the banging from outside, and the thin layer of dust coating everything had turned into frost.

Abella was such a sweet girl. She even blushed when she offered to hold your hand.

It was hard to focus, was the thing. Abella would sometimes ruffle your hair when she gave you those huge bear hugs and… pressed you rather deep into her chest until you had to whine and tap her on the shoulder.

Once, she had bent over to pick something up - you don’t know what it was, you weren’t paying attention, and she kind of chortled at you and said, “I guess… people like this kind of thing, right?”

She thought she was being sly there.

As the night turned into the wee hours of the morning, she had begged you to get some sleep for five minutes straight. She was right, your eyebags were darker than they’d ever been when you caught your reflection in the old broken mirrors. You were becoming unsteady. You couldn’t hide it.

“Come on,” She tugged your hand. “I want you to sleep. I need you to sleep. We have to be in our best condition, ja?”

“Abella…” You rasped. “I can’t… I can’t sleep.”

“Do you not feel safe? I can keep watch-“

“No,” You swallowed. “You can sleep. I’ll keep watch.”

She gave you a disappointed look. “I won’t be able to sleep until you sleep. You know that.”

You looked at her for a moment, but quickly lost composure when she crossed her arms at you. Her strong arms…

“Fine,” You muttered. “Let’s go sleep.”

She nodded happily. She took you to a cozy little bookshop, a place you had stopped by before and deemed as safe enough.

“Oh no…” She looked away from you, to not expose her happy face. “…there’s only one bed!”

You paused. “We’ve been here before.”

“Oh, right.”

“…”

“Well… I guess we just… have to sleep in the same bed?” She looked at you hopefully. “It’s cold, anyway.”

“Fine, fine.”

She pumped her fist.

You crawled into bed, then her. She took off her boots, then undid her hair, and her overalls, though she was wearing shorts underneath. You simply sat facing each other for a moment.

“I don’t know if you noticed, but I like you.”

You smiled. “I did notice. You’re not as subtle as you think you are.”

“I don’t really… flirt with people,” She said. “I’m just doing what the books taught me.”

“Well, I like you too.”

“You do?” She smiled. “I’m happy. I’ve liked you for a long time. I think you’re my favorite person. I want to call you my honey, and my love, and I want to hold hands every day. Do we kiss now?”

“Yes, we kiss now,” You murmured. “We can hold hands whenever you want, every day. And I’ll hug you every day, too, and kiss you all the time… You’re too good to me, Abella.”

“Oh,” She leaned close, her nose touching yours while she looked into your eyes. “I really… you’re sweet… let’s kiss…”

She held your face for a moment, just looking. Your lips touched, you held each other. Relishing each others touch. For the first time since coming to this damn town, you felt warm.

“I want you,” she sighed. “I want you tonight. I’m so pent up, god.”

“I’ve been thinking about something for a while…”

She looked up at you confusedly.

“Show me how you touch yourself when you read those books, Abella.”

She gasped, her face flushing red. Her fingers quivered in excitement. “Oh god… you’re driving me crazy. Okay, I will. Watch me.”

She pulled down the blanket to reveal her muscular form, her pretty hips and her well-built legs. “This is how I do it…”

Her hand slid under her briefs, with her other hand, she slowly pulled up her shirt, holding it up by her teeth. She grabbed a tit, giving it a squeeze, before gently circling a finger around her areola. You could see how she grinded against her hand while rubbing her clit, looking at you with sweet puppy eyes, urging you to go on.

You were happy to oblige. You slung your shirt off in a hurry and pulled your pants down, your cock already upright and leaky.

“I’ve never seen one in real life!” Her eyes widened.

You slowly took a fist to your hand, giving it a long stroke. “What kinds of things do you read about?”

She sighed and rubbed her nipple with her finger. “I read books where… the handsome rich man sweeps the girl off her feet… then he takes her to his mansion, and he comes on to her… he touches her, and she raises her skirt, and…”

You can’t help but stroke yourself a bit more vigorously. “Go on. Don’t stop. Tell me it…”

“He picks her up, and puts her on the bed, and spreads her legs… then he starts kissing her thighs, and squeezing her hips… then he licks her, down there, until she can’t stop cumming…”

“You’d like me to do that to you? Tell me another…”

She’s pulled her shorts off entirely, letting you hear the pretty sounds of her wet pussy.

“Another… the man takes the girl out to the beach…” she moaned. “He starts going, ‘you’re so hot’… pulling her close, and they kiss hard… he takes her bikini off… she goes, ‘what if someone sees?’…”

“And then, let me guess, she rides him on the beach?”

“Yeah… backwards.” She laughed a little and closes her eyes, reveling in the moment. “I’ve never done this kind of thing in front of anyone… I like it… I don’t want to stop…”

Your hand gently traced over the soft skin of her chest. She nodded at you to go on. Squeezing it felt so good and soft in your hand, warm and squishy like dough. Even better than you’d imagined it to be. You felt it jiggle, it was mesmerizing. You were completely distracted until she pushed you straight into her chest.

“I like you there,” She panted. “I can keep you safe there…”

You might have choked in there, but the sweet scent felt so soft and intoxicating that you didn’t care. You couldn’t help but lather her chest in kisses, until your mouth suddenly met her nipple. She held you to it by your hair, rubbing her clit furiously with a wet, slick sound.

“I’m close,” Her breath hitched.

Your hands sped up too, fucking your hand like it was her. Your precum was dribbling onto the sheets, you didn’t even care. Her hand gripped your hair tighter as her moans became more frequent. Your tongue gently prodded at her nipple, playing with it and sucking on her.

“I’m really - ah —“

Her legs began to shake from how she was fingering herself deep past her knuckles. The bed was getting wet under her, from her sweat and her fluids. Her back arched with delight, and her head rolled back, gritting her teeth.

She suddenly relaxed deeply. She collapsed into the bed like all her strength had been drained. Slowly, a thick mess of cum gathered from her thighs.

“Oh, wow.. I.. that was really nice…”

She slowly climbed up, and then wrapped her legs around you. Her hand trailed over your body, before squeezing your hips.

“That’s not fair, is it…. You didn’t get to finish…”

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Okay babe, I need to get a few things out of my system, pls just bare with me while I lose my mind over your writing

First of all, why did you have to make this so realistic and beautiful...? This is top tier writing. You're not throwing unhinged prose around every other sentence for the sake of it, and still, this reads so flowy and poetic... How?? I need to live inside your brain please.

And how about the fact that you made Ghost appear so strong and distant, you made him mysterious... and you made him vulnerable? He's not artificially, mythically superhuman in every situation or outwitting and capable at every single turn (such as when they're playing chess gah 💖) He doesn't save the day all the time, how fresh is that? And he almost got killed??

How you managed to pour so much genuine emotion into breathtaking smut, how you portrayed reader's (and Ghost's!) traumas so realistically and eloquently, no one will ever know. This fic absolutely DEVASTATED me.

His tactical pants don’t even rustle when he walks and you’ve seen the size of his thighs (there’s no way they don’t chafe in the summer in shorts).

Seeing him after countless weeks apart, that first sighting always like a Fata Morgana.

It's details like these that make your writing stand out, my god

Soap’s charm is that he lays it on so thick and so readily that it’s impossible to feel cornered.

How did you manage to describe John MacTavish's character with one single sentence? Also, the way you portrayed Soap as a sharp and methodical soldier when things get ugly and dire choices must be made... It just speaks volumes of your skill as a writer. The depth, the research you've put into these characterizations really shows.

This is a man who’s lost so much and trusts no one now—works himself to the bone as if in penance or maybe because it’s the only thing tethering him to the real world. You know he sees other people as somehow different from him, like they’re fundamentally incompatible.

And what about Ghost then? FOR FUCK'S SAKE GIRL

You’ve known for weeks that there’s been something brewing between the two of you. It’s evident in the way his body moves with yours, encircles it, welcomes it in—lets you sleep against his arm on the long drives back to base, lets you pick the burrs from his mask when he’s come back from treks through the woodlands, seeks you out when he comes home after weeks away. Always gravitating to you.

I want to cry from how beautiful this is

He goes a little wild right before he comes. Now you have to live with that knowledge for the rest of your life—you could be seated across from him in the canteen or on a ship in the middle of the Pacific and you’ll know that Simon Riley goes completely quiet in the seconds before he comes, draws the whole weight of his body across the length of your back and bottoms out inside of you.

Mayday please someone I need help here

You think you’re special because you cheated death? You haven’t done anything worth noting. You’ve died innumerable times in innumerable universes; in this one, someone walked in the room and broke the pattern.

This isn't a fanfic this is ART

“Mine, huh?” he grunts, pounding into you and leaving you mindless. “Wan’ to keep me all for yourself? That why you dragged me home?”

“No, that’s—that’s not why—”

“Gotta take responsibility for your actions, pet. M’yours now, yeah? You don’t bring something home and let it loose—gotta keep it close so no one takes it.”

I AM CRYING

I'm sorry but I can't form sensible sentences right now. I just want to say a humble thank you for writing and sharing this with the world 🙏❤️

saltwater

He’s there in the room when the terrible thing happens.

Or: You and Ghost trauma bond over weeks and months.

17k, rated E, one-shot

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[enchantedblackrose]

I posted 430 times in 2022

That's 35 more posts than 2021!

85 posts created (20%)

345 posts reblogged (80%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@xofeno

@infatuatedharleys

I tagged 379 of my posts in 2022

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#fic rec - 65 posts

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#jay halstead x reader - 45 posts

#beautiful man - 39 posts

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#kelly severide - 22 posts

#stellaride - 21 posts

#antonio dawson x reader - 18 posts

#jesse lee soffer - 17 posts

#chicago fire - 17 posts

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#seeing friendships and everyone dressed in game clothing

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

We Need You Part 2

We Need You Pt 2: Together

Kelly Severide/ Fem Reader

Summary: Upon returning home, Kelly's mood drastically changes.

Warnings: none?? Unedited.

A/N: I am so sorry @theatrenerd101601 I know this isn't at all what you expected when you asked if I would consider writing more. But this will be at least 4 parts so please hang on and we will get there. 🙏

Part 1 || Part 2|| Part 3

Together

There's a comfortable silence as Kelly drives back to the loft, lacing his fingers through yours. Occasionally, he glances over at you, catches your eye, and beams. He brings your hand to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to it. You smile, content. And let your eyes flutter shut; the excitement from moments ago has taken its toll. A nap is in your future. You can hardly wait to crawl into bed perfectly curled into Kelly until you fall asleep.

Unfortunately sometime between the drive and arriving at the apartment, the father to be no longer seems happy. He wordlessly dropped your hand upon parking. He held the building door open for you, but didn't meet your eyes. Even now he won't look at you. From his profile you can tell his brows are furrowed. The sudden shift of moods throws you. You stand at the doorway, starting to slip off your shoes when Kelly speaks.

“When are you due?” His tone almost  brusque. 

“...in about nine months,” you tease, but when you glance up at him, you see that he is unamused. You stop fidgeting out of your shoes.  “I’m not sure. I go to the doctor’s in two weeks. They’ll tell me more then.” Kelly seems satisfied with your answer for now, but his expression never truly softens. He starts to walk away, but turns back firing another question at you.

“When do you find out the baby’s gender?”

“I, uh, I don’t know.”

“How don’t you know?”

“Kelly! I’ve never been pregnant before. This is new to me too.” You don’t yell, but your voice is raised as you suddenly feel the need to defend yourself.

He’s unabashed. He sighs. “We should get married.”

“What?”

“We should get married. And buy a house.” You stand speechless. Kelly stares at you. “Well, what do you say?”

“No. I say no. That’s not what a proposal should be, Kelly.”

For the first time since being home, he looks you in the eyes. A mix of worry and sadness washes over him, as he licks his lips before opening his mouth to speak. But you don’t give him the chance.

“I have to go.” You grab your keys before turning on your heel and walking out the door. Kelly never sees the tears forming in your eyes.

Once outside, you bypass your car, opting to walk. You wipe at your face, chasing the tears away, then shove your hands into your pockets. There’s no place you need, or even want to go, but you don’t want to be at home, so you keep walking along the sidewalk.

Confusion, hurt, anger all hit you with every step. How had it been only less than a few hours since you stood in front of your office building fully ablaze with the very real fear of losing Kelly coursing through you? Even more recent than that had been Kelly’s unfeigned happiness about the pregnancy.; he referred to today as his best day. And yet something changed. For unknown reasons his excitement about the baby, his baby, dissipated rather abruptly. At best Kelly had almost appeared indifferent, at worst, angry. Then he proposed. With an audible sigh and without any warmth, as if it was a solution to a problem.

Kelly’s proposal felt wrong, but, you realize, with a sinking feeling in your stomach, you may have been wrong, too, leaving him instead of telling him how you were feeling.. You sigh, knowing you need to return home to have a difficult conversation. How did you get here, you wonder? After the fire and telling Kelly you’re pregnant, all you wanted was cuddles and a nap. Maybe some food. Instead all you got was a headache and a pity marriage proposal.

Before you turn  to start your walk back to the loft, you spy only a few feet from you, a familiar face. Chloe Cruz, the wife of one of the guys on Squad with Kelly, and someone you are slowly becoming close with. You plaster on a smile as she heads your way.

“Hi, Chloe. How are you?”

“I’m great. Just grabbing a few things from the store before I pick up Otis from the sitter. How are you? You look a little preoccupied?”

You fight the urge to snort. Preoccupied was only half of it. You debate giving her the standard ‘I’m fine’ reply, but Chloe is a friend. You decide to confide in her.

“Kelly proposed.”

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138 notes - Posted October 2, 2022

#4

Could Be

not my gif, full credit to the maker. Please lmk if it's you!

Pairing: Jay Halstead/ fem Reader

Warnings: None? Unedited. Mistakes are all mine

Summary: After witnessing y/n date all the wrong guys, Jay decides to do something about it

Could Be

Jay walked into a very crowded Molly's, but that didn't stop him from noticing you right away. You were tucked back in a corner with only your drink for company. As he studied you it became evident that something was bothering you. Brows furrowed, mouth tightly drawn into a frown he watched as you  placed your phone down and fidget with the straw of your drink but never taking a sip as if you were preoccupied. He saw your shoulders heave with what had to be a heavy sigh.

"Hey Jay, get you a drink?" Stella called out from behind the bar, breaking him from studying you more.

"Uh," he stammered. Stella followed his gaze to you. She smiled knowingly to herself and just shook her head before Jay looked over at her. "Yeah, I'll take a beer, please," he said slipping out of his jacket and sitting at the bar. Stella placed a bottle down in front of him and he murmured a thanks and shot another glance in your direction before looking back at Stella. "Hey, uh, do you know what's wrong with y/n?" He asked nonchalantly but without looking Stella in the eyes.

Stella hesitated. "It's not really my place to tell, but since you're asking...that loser she's been seeing dumped her."  Disdain dripped her voice.

"Really?" Jay asked, smiling despite himself. Stella even detected a sparkled in his eyes.

"Jay..." she said warningly out of protectiveness for you, her friend. But she stopped, knowing beyond doubt Jay was a good guy and didn't need a lecture about treating you right. Besides, she had watched Jay pine for months over you.

"Get me another of whatever she's drinking. Please?"

"Up for company?" Jay asked approaching your table and holding out your drink of choice as an offering. You looked up and Jay thought he saw your face light up, even for just a moment.

"Please," you indicated for him to sit.

"You want to tell me about it?"

"About what?"

"Whatever it is that has you upset?"

You smile humorlessly "How do you know I'm upset?"

"I'm a detective, y/n. A good one at that."

This time, you give a genuine smile before sighing. "I can't seem to meet a good guy. Ever. Even in high school. I dated this guy who still had photographs of his ex girlfriend hanging on his bedroom wall. Said he had them still hanging up because he was in the pictures, too. But I knew it was because he was still in love with her. Then there was this other guy who had his sister call me and break up with me."

Jay let out a low whistle, "Yikes,"

"And in college-" you abruptly stop talking. "I'm so sorry. You don't want to hear all this. I got caught up feeling bad for myself."

"It's okay. I asked you what was wrong, remember?"

"Yeah, but-"

"No, buts." Jay interrupts you, flashing a smile before he takes a long sip of his beer. You return his smile with one of your own. A brief and comfortable silence falls on you both as you enjoy your drinks. Jay clears his throat, "We should-"

"Thanks for-" You laugh as you the two of you started to speak at the same time.

"You first, y/n," Jay says.

"I just wanted to thank you for listening to me. And for knowing something was wrong. You're very easy to talk to. I'm glad to know you, Jay.'

"Easy to talk to and easy on the eyes," he gives you a flirtatious wink.

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288 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

#3

Not Pretty

Gif credit @haileyupstead

Jay Halstead/ Fem Reader Partner, mentions of Kim and Erin.

Summary: You and the other girls from Intelligence are sent to a nightclub, but the bouncer won't let you in.

Warnings: No canon timeline. Some swearing, feelings of not being pretty. A dude calls you ugly. Largely unedited but I'm tired of looking at it.

Author's note: I really thought I had such a good idea. Then I sat down to write this and omg this is just...idek. I'm sorry? It's nothing like I thought it would be. And I'm seriously doubting posting it. Huge thanks to Resa for talking it out with me otherwise I'd still be stuck hahaha

A contribution to @resanoona 's 3k Fiesta bingo! Square filled: Hurt Feelings

Not Pretty

"Not you," dripping with disdain and a sneer while the onlookers snicker, echoes in your mind as you sit on the bench in the locker room at the precinct, momentarily sidetracked from gathering your belongings.

You shouldn't be feeling like this. Sad. Defeated. The sense of utter failure lingering over you. You and the team made the bust. And yet all you hear is that bouncer's voice. 

‐

Of course it's a frigid Chicago night as you stand outside the nightclub with members of your team undercover and underdressed. Your knee high boots help conceal your credentials as well as your backup piece, but your left little toe is already numb with pain and you're positive your heels are going to blister. You tug the bottom of your dress as if that will magically make it grow longer.

Kim playfully swats your hand. "Stop fidgeting."

"This dress is tiny and it's freezing," you stick your tongue out and she laughs at you.

"Yes, well in lieu of making your dress longer or warmer, try to relax," she offers you a tentative smile.

Through your earpiece, your partner's voice rings out, "She's right, y/n. You look...fine. just concentrate on the task." Feeling chastised, you scowl in Jay's general direction. He's somewhere in the crowd of people in line for the club in case there's trouble before you even get in. He somehow manages to catch your eye, before you plaster on the fakest of smiles.You turn to Kim just as Erin bounces up to you both, hooking her arms through Kim's elbow and yours. "Ladies! Let's get this started."

Laughing with each step, feigning flippant attitudes, you and the girls walk past the line, straight to the bouncer by the door. He barely glances up from his clipboard.

"Name?"

"You won't find our names on your list, but-"

"End of the line," he barks.

"Please," Erin pouts.

"He's just doing his job," Kim says. He looks up, appreciating the recognition. "We'll go," but none of you make to move. His eyes rake over your bodies. Erin acts as if she's about to move, but then tilts her head slightly.

"Are you Rob? Because my friend, Cassidy, was here two or three nights ago and she said you had all the right moves," she says, dropping the name of her CI.

He laughs, "You lot know Cass? That girl is wild. You party like her?"

"Harder," you say with a cheeky smile. 

"And longer," Kim winks.

She and Erin giggle. You laugh a little late and very awkwardly. Rob moves finally granting entry. 

You all move to go in, but he stops you.

"Not you," He sneers.  Erin and Kim halt. "You two can go in. She has to wait." They scoff and protest, but he's unwilling. 

"Sorry no uglies." You feel your heart plummet; his words sting no matter how badly you wish they didn't. But even though you're hurt and angry, your face remains neutral. A group of smug girls on the other side of Rob snicker and point in your direction. Another wave of dejection hits you and you shove your emotions down again.

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295 notes - Posted October 21, 2022

#2

We Need You

Pairing: Kelly Severide/Fem Reader

Summary: Kelly responds to a fire at your workplace

Warnings: ? lmk if I'm forgetting something

A contribution to One Chicago Week 2002. Prompt used: chills. Huge shout out to @resanoona for helping this actually get edited. I thought I had a cute idea and this was a pain to write so I hope ya"ll like it.

Part 1|| Part 2

We Need You Part 1

It should have been a day like any other. But being a squad lieutenant at one of the busiest firehouses in Chicago didn't exactly promise Kelly Severide "normal" days. Or maybe what made this day worse than others was that Kelly was in love with you.

Bells rang at Firehouse 51. A building fire demanded truck, squad, and ambo. There was a slight hesitation in Kelly's pace as he kept going over the address in his head. Then, he felt his heart sink to his stomach; that address was your workplace.

For Kelly, the ride felt like it took an eternity. In reality, squad arrived at the scene in under three minutes.  

The ten story building appeared to be engulfed by flames from all sides.  Dark, heavy smoke poured out of windows. People were still exiting the building, but many were gathered just outside coughing, crying. Paramedics ushered everyone they could and began triage nearby. Kelly, hoping against hope, scanned the crowd for your face.

"Severide. Severide!”

Kelly's attention was pulled from the group of unknown faces to the man that just hollered his name. Casey gave him a quick 'what's the matter with you?' look. 

"Y/n works here. Seventh floor."

Understanding and worry washed over Casey. "We'll find her, Kelly. She'll be okay." Kelly, not trusting his voice, only nodded in response. Casey resumed speaking to a man about the fire. Kelly listened while his eyes focused on the door, willing you to walk through it unharmed. 

“Any way of knowing how many people were present?” 

The man shook his head no. 

“Know how the fire started? Did you smell anything, see anything?”

“I’m sorry, no. I can tell you the ground floor is just washrooms now and custodian closets. And the top two floors are completely vacant since-” The man erupted into a coughing fit.

“Thank you, sir for that information. Let’s get you checked out.” Sylvie appeared at the man’s side and escorted him to the ambo for a quick assessment.  

Civilians stopped exiting.and Casey started giving out orders. Kelly instructed squad to gear up when a sudden blast of flames overtook the entire eastside of the building.

Kelly could not let any more time pass. His first instinct had been to run into the building, straight for your office. He tried to remain calm, assess the fire with Chief and Casey, and stayed outside as long as he could. Kelly would not wait any longer.  He raced towards the building ignoring the protests of both Boden and Casey.

"Y/n could be in there!" he yelled back to them before disappearing into the smoke.

“Severide!” Boden barked. 

“I’ll get him, Chief!” Cruz appeared on the other side of Casey, mask ready.

“No.” His voice made it clear there was to be no arguing. “We stick to the plan.”

“Copy that.”

“Excuse me? Are you in charge?” A woman in her late 40’s approached Boden and Casey.

“Yes, ma’am. I am,” Boden nodded.

“I spoke to all the other office managers and shift supervisors from the entire building. Everyone is accounted for except a woman…a y/ln from the seventh floor.”

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308 notes - Posted September 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Perfect

Jay Halstead/ Fem Reader

Summary: Jay's going to be a daddy

Tw: pregnancy, no graphic details of pregnancy or childbirth

Author's note: gif credit @xofeno Song Lady by Brett Young. Lyrics are in italics/not mine.

Perfect

You stand in your bathroom, waiting for the time to pass. You need a distraction. Slowly, you wash your hands again. After drying them quickly on the closest hand towel, you start to untie your hair from its messy bun. You didn't mean to, but you glance and see it. A wave of nausea hits for an entirely different reason now, a twinge of excitement creeps into your stomach. Your heartbeat quickens and you think you may cry.

"Jay," you call out, leaving the bathroom. Your own voice sounds foreign to you. Jay peers out from the kitchen. After a long day turned into a longer night at work for you both, he was fixing a frozen pizza for you two to split.

"Babe?" He asks after a moment of you not saying anything. He looks at you questioningly as you stand wordlessly in front of him, wearing only an oversized t-shirt.

You've dreamt of this day for a while and now that it's here, this is so far from how you ever imagined telling him, but you can't keep it to yourself; you'll surely burst if you try.

"I'm pregnant." You watch Jay anxiously as the realization of your words hit. A large, but cautious smile fills his face. There's hope reflecting in his light eyes.

"Are you sure?"

You nod. Suddenly you feel his arms wrapping you in a tight embrace. He kisses the top of your head. Then your cheek, followed by your other cheek. He pecks your lips. His excitement seems to grow with every kiss.

"A baby, y/n," Jay stops to look at you. "We're having a baby." Gingerly he places a hand on your tummy, though there's no physical signs of life growing inside of you just yet. "My baby's in there."

"Our baby," you gently correct as you smile up at the soon to be father.

I remember when I first heard your heartbeat It had only been eight weeks Standing there, starin' at that screen Was the first time you ever scared me

"I'm here! I'm here! What'd I miss?" A very manic Jay bursts into your exam room where you're having your first ultrasound.

Your tech looks at you bemused. "This must be the father?"

You nod. "That’s my husband." You refrain from laughing, because as crazy as Jay appears right now, the worry he missed something is both evident and adorable. You reassure him that nothing has happened yet.

He relaxes and takes a seat near your table and the screen. 

Warm gel is applied to your exposed abdomen and within a few seconds the fast thump thump thump fills the otherwise quiet room. You and Jay lock eyes. 

"That’s your baby's heartbeat," the tech reassures you both. 

"It sounds like galloping horses," you murmur, already in love with the sound.

"It's so fast," comments Jay, clearly concerned. "Is that normal?"

"Yep. It's exactly what you want to hear and is measuring great." Jay lets out an audible breath relieved. Your tech continues with the ultrasound, captures images and measurements, confirms you're growing only one baby, gives you an estimated due date, before finally concluding. A few images have been printed off for you two to take home. The tech leaves the room for you to dress. When you're done, you can't help but notice Jay still staring at the ultrasound pictures. A smile is on his face.

I hope you look just like your momma And love her like I do

"I just really want a milkshake if you don't mind," you say, a hand resting on your growing belly. "And maybe a steak please? With a baked sweet potato for the side." You grin sheepishly. 

Jay only chuckles as he continues to rub your bare feet. "Are we going out, or…?"

You groan. "I'm just so tired.'

He laughs again. "Not a problem, babe. I'll go bring it home." He lifts your feet from his lap to stand.

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