underestimate me. that'll be fun.

[foreverinmydrafts]

vienna (vee-ena). she/her. reader. bingewatcher. wants to move to dubai desperately. future psychologist. christian. loves her very real non-pinterest photo burgundy car that definitely exists. has read the first two books of the inheritance games and will soon be forcibly threatened to read the others. (shoutout to: @runningoutofink8 for making my intro post xx)

tv shows: tsitp, the rookie, when life give you tangerines, ginny and georgia, magnificent century,

[garrettgr4h4m]

Father-to-be Garrett

pairing: garrett graham x pregnant!reader

word count: 2k !

warnings: fluff and more fluff, morning sickness (garrett holds reader’s hair back), pet-names (baby, my girl, tucker calls reader ma’am), she/her pronouns are used twice, the boys being silly and cute, pineapple on pizza (might be a warning for some… ❌).

notes: this was a request ! hope you like it <33 reblogs and comments are much appreciated 💟

Father-to-be Garrett comes in a package deal. The quiet time you spend together sometimes gets interrupted by his friends-slash-roomates, but the chaos never bothers you.

The kitchen is warm, smelling of flour and yeast. You and Garrett are standing at the kitchen countertop, a mess of dough and tomato sauce painting the marble. He finished training earlier so you came up with the idea to make something simple, something you could both participate in. He’s surprisingly good at it, his large hands kneading the dough with a practiced motion that looks more like a sport than cooking.

"More basil?" you ask, holding up the jar.

"Yeah," he says, leaning over to look. He reaches for a piece of pineapple, but you swat his hand away with a wooden spoon.

"Hands off the ingredients until we roll the dough," you tease.

He smirks, that crooked, familiar expression. "I'm just checking to see if it’s good."

You laugh, reaching for the rolling pin, but before you can start, the front door swings open with a bang. Logan, Tucker and Dean stumble in, mid-argument about a play from training.

"Is that pizza?" Logan asks, his eyes lighting up as he spots the dough. He heads straight for the island, leaning over your shoulder. "Tell me there's enough for five."

"There's enough for two. Well, two and a quarter," you say, subconsciously placing a hand on your small bump. "Unless Tuck wants to help us prep more dough? I know you guys are only good at eating this, not making it.”

"Yes ma’am! I’ll change and be right back.” Tucker says happily as he’s making his way up the stairs, never one to dismiss the chance of cooking with you.

Logan groans, but he settles onto the stool next to Dean. "Fine. But we're helping with the toppings. At least that, please." They both stare at the two of you with pleading eyes.

Garrett looks at you, a silent question in his eyes. "What’s gotten into you? You’ve never been so happy to help with cooking.” he says.

You shrug, a small smile tugging at your lips. “You can help. The more the merrier, I guess."

Garrett shakes his head, but he doesn't let go of your flour covered hip; you never even noticed his hands made it there once he finished kneading. "They're going to ruin the dough. They think they can spin and flip it around." he whispers into your ear, smiling at your giggle. As he hands a block of cheese to Logan so he can start shredding it, Dean notices a certain ingredient on the kitchen counter and groans.

“Come on, guys. Why is there pineapple here? Please tell me you’re not putting it on the pizza.” Dean complains.

“If my girl is craving pineapple on pizza, she’s getting pineapple on pizza.” Garrett comes to your defense. “And, it’s actually good!”

“Dean, don’t worry, you can choose your own ingredients. Besides, it’s not your fault your taste buds don’t work; pineapple on pizza is a delicacy.” You tease him and he sticks his tongue out in response.

Father-to-be Garrett is observant. He always pays attention to how you’re feeling, he doesn’t have to hear you voice your discomfort.

You’re halfway through a cup of tea when Malone’s becomes too much: the sound of the espresso machines, the loud laughs from a nearby table of students, and the clanging of cutlery against plates start to blend into an irritating sound. You rub your temples, closing your eyes for a second.

When you open them, Garrett’s already in front of you. He had been previously sitting with the boys, discussing some strategies for this week’s game, not wanting to disturb your calm with hockey talk. He’s standing with his back to the diner, his hands stuffed in his pockets. He’s been paying attention to you from the other side of the room.

"Too much?" he asks.

"Just a little." you answer.

Without another word, he reaches down and gathers up your books and hands you the cup of tea, which you finish. He guides you toward the door, his hand resting firmly on your waist.

"We’ll go to the mine and the boys’," he says, his voice low and steady. "I know how much you like my room, it’s quieter there. Plus, no random shouts from the living room. It’ll only be us." he adds, a slight smile at the mention of his loud friends, who are waving to the two of you as you’re leaving.

Father-to-be Garrett is giving. He loves taking care of you, always putting you above himself (as any man should). To him, there’s nothing better than being able to ease your burden.

The rain is hitting the window of the living room, a steady, rhythmic sound that usually helps you focus, but tonight it just makes the ache in your legs feel heavier. You’re curled up on the couch, a book resting forgotten on your lap, as you try to get rid of the dull pain in your ankles. The front door opens, and the usual chaos of the guys follows Logan’s loud laughter and the thud of a few hockey bags. The guys say their “Hi”’s to you as they make their way up the stairs.

Garrett walks in last, his eyes find you as soon as he enters. He doesn't ask if you're tired. He just sees the way you're rubbing your ankles and drops his bag by the door. He walks over to the couch and sits next to you.

"Move your legs, baby." he says.

You shift, lifting your feet and resting them in his lap. His hands are large, his skin warm and slightly calloused, but as he takes your right foot in his hands, his touch is incredibly careful. He uses his thumbs to apply firm, steady pressure to the soles of your feet, working through the tension with a focused intensity.

"Garrett, you don't have to," you murmur, closing your eyes. "You just got home from practice."

"I'm not tired," he says, his voice low and grounding. He doesn't look up, his gaze fixed on the task at hand, his thumbs tracing the curve of your heel. "Let me do this for you, please."

He works in silence for ten minutes, the only sound the rain and the steady rhythm of his breathing. When he finally finishes, he doesn't pull away. He keeps your feet resting against his thighs, his hands loosely encircling your ankles.

"Better?" he asks, finally looking up.

"Much." you admit.

He gives a small, satisfied nod and leans back against the sofa, his hand moving to rest on your knee. "Good. Whenever you want to, we’ll go upstairs.”

“Mhm,” you reply, eyes gently closing. “We can stay here for a while.”

“As you wish, baby.”

Father-to-be Garrett is part of a family. It’s not a blood one, but he doesn’t need that; he’s building a family with you. The house is often loud, but in moments of need, it turns into quiet support.

You wake up, not to the sound of the alarm, but to a sudden, violent lurch in your stomach. It’s a cold sensation that travels from your gut to your throat in a single second.

You don't even have time to fully open your eyes before you’re scrambling. You throw back the duvet, your hands fumbling for the edge of the mattress, and stagger toward the door. You stumble in the hallway, your feet hitting the cold hardwood, and dash to the bathroom.

Your knees hit the tiles, the cool porcelain of the toilet the only thing keeping you upright. You’re breathless, your eyes watering, the world spinning in slow, nauseating circles. You’re glad you’re wearing Garrett’s long t-shirt since it fits you like a dress, somewhat shielding you from the cold against your legs.

Behind you, you hear the heavy, hurried footsteps of Garrett. He’s in the room in seconds, kneeling on the hard tile beside you.

A large hand settles on the small of your back, steady and grounding. Another hand reaches out to gather your hair, pulling it away from your face and holding it securely.

He stays there, kneeling on the hard tile, completely unbothered by the fact that he’s sitting on the floor in his boxers. "Just breathe," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "I've got you."

The sound of the commotion has clearly woken the house. A moment later, the heavy door to the hallway creaks open just a smidge.

"Is she alright?" Tucker’s voice is hushed but urgent. "Do we need ginger tea? I also have some crackers in the pantry or I can prepare a toast."

"I’ll get some water and meds.” Logan says, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

Dean’s voice drifts in from the hall. "I'll go check if there's any peppermint in the kitchen. That helps with the stomach."

Garrett doesn't look back at them. He just keeps his focus entirely on you, his hands tracing steady circles on your back.

"They're just worried," Garrett says quietly, his eyes searching yours as the wave begins to subside.

He reaches for a washcloth, soaks it in cool water, and gently presses it to the back of your neck. He stays there, while the muffled sounds of the guys in the kitchen can be heard.

When the wave finally passes, you lean back against the wall, trembling; you feel exhausted.

"I'm fine," you whisper, though your voice cracks. "You and the guys should go back to sleep. You have practice in an hour."

Garrett moves the washcloth to your forehead. “You’re not fine. You’re exhausted and sick. Practice can be delayed. Let me take care of you. Hell, even the boys want to, in their own ways.” he says.

“Okay.” you say, the exhaustion settling in.

He doesn't wait for a second confirmation. With an effortless strength, Garrett slides one arm behind your back and the other beneath your knees, lifting you from the bathroom floor. You instinctively tuck your face into the crook of his neck, the scent of him calming you.

He carries you back into the bedroom and settles you into the center of the bed, pulling the duvet up to your chin.

Within minutes, a quiet knock can be heard before the bedroom door creaks open.

Tucker is in the lead, balancing a tray. He sets it carefully on the nightstand, the aroma of warm ginger and toasted bread drifting toward you. "Small bites, please," he says, his voice a soft, encouraging murmur.

Logan follows close behind, carrying a fresh glass of water and the meds he promised he’d bring. He sets them down beside the tray, his eyes scanning your face for any sign of renewed distress. "Eat something before you take those." he advises quietly, offering a small, reassuring nod.

Then comes Dean. He’s holding a small bowl with a handful of hard peppermint candies. "For the nausea," Dean says, his voice dropping to a low, soothing register as he leans over to place it on the nightstand next to the tray. "They’ll help clear the taste in your mouth. Start with these."

He gives you a small, gentle wink as the guys begin to retreat. Tucker gives a final, watchful glance and Logan offers a quiet, "Call us if you need anything". They leave the room as quickly as they entered.

Garrett shifts closer, his presence a warm weight at your side. He unwraps one of the peppermint candies Dean brought, giving it to you. The sweetness immediately gets rid of the lingering taste of sickness in your mouth.

Next, you take a small, tentative sip of the warm ginger tea Tucker prepared. The heat offers a comforting sensation, making it easier to manage a bite of the simple toast he made.

You finally take the meds Logan brought, washing them down with a few sips of the water.

Your eyes begin to slowly, but surely, close. Garrett moves next to you, previously sitting on the edge of the bed, helping you reach the bedside table. You lean your head against his shoulder and a deep sigh escapes your mouth.

“Rest, I’ll be here.” he says, placing a kiss on your forehead.

[lover-of-mine]

People keep saying they want Morgan and Karadec to get together already, and they are missing the point. They need at least 2 ndes, one relationship failing because of the other, a divorce era. Someone here needs to be buried alive or driven of a bridge and Karadec needs to have a going of the books for Morgan's kids plot. Someone definitely needs to get shot. We haven't had a cop slow burn like this a while, let them hit the tropes before getting a dramatic getting together after one of them tries to quit in 3 to 4 seasons.

[emeraldstorms]

What I really really love about High Potential is that it doesn’t use the “smart person is bad at feelings” trope. Morgan is brilliant AND kind. She feels so so much for her fellow humans.

She doesn’t need her colleagues or friends to teach her about emotions. And in turn they aren’t just a bunch of morons there to make her shine. It’s refreshing if a show doesn’t need to dumb everyone else down to show that the resident genius is a genius.

[kasbreker]

a gifset per episode: grey’s anatomy → 1.02 the first cut is the deepest

[multifandomgifss]

Grey’s Anatomy 1.02 — The First Cut is the Deepest

[renegadesstuff]

CHENFORD x MERDER 😍

[underrtheskinn]

GREY'S ANATOMY: PILOT

S01E01

[axis-s]

thinking of doctors and age gaps, no one will ever do it quite like Addison Montgomery because requesting to work with your husband's mistress, who is still an intern, and immediately calling her a good girl is honestly insane (affectionate) behavior.

which is to say, I need more inappropriate praise from the pitt women, please. (Cassie McKay, Baran Al Hashimi, Parker Ellis, Dana Evans, I'm talking to you)

[amidtheglitz]

man old grey’s was so fun, there are 27 episodes per season, doctors are sleeping with each other in the on call room, some are having affairs, some are getting jealous for no reason, some are cutting lvad wires, and they’re all failing to communicate like mature adults. oh and there are bombs in body cavities and hospital shootings and car crashes and plane crashes and people not showing up to their own wedding.

no one has ever done it like old grey’s and no one ever will again.

[foreverinmydrafts]

[foreverinmydrafts]

[nelscnssullivan]

just like in season 3 episode 1, when conrad talks about his perfect day and we see a flashback of belly the way he remembers her, and in episode 3, when they spot each other at the memorial, everything get’s blurry but belly.

in episode 5 we get so many close ups of her, and the episode in itself is a lot sunnier, but when we see belly, it’s almost blinding. belly is close to to the camera, centered, smiling, glowing, radiating the warm energy of the warm sunlight, she looks almost golden, walks in slow-mo, you can almost feel her warmth through the screen.

because that’s how conrad sees her. we know that “to belly, conrad is the sun.”, but we also know that belly is also conrad’s sun, light, she’s glowing so much it’s blinding him, he needs distraction but can’t look away. everything else is more bland, you even see the differences in the lighting whenever we switch from viewer’s perspective to conrad’s view multiple times throughout the episode. the peach scene is great for this, in the book it’s written from belly’s pov and according to her, he looks away like the sun behind me its blinding him, and that’s what they play it in the show as well.

but it‘s not just conrad, belly is just a better and more content person around him, a lot smilier, more comfortable and more willing to show herself vulnerable, which doesn’t even take away from her glow. she‘s just glowing because of conrad, and conrad sees it exactly how it is, without either of them realizing what makes belly herself glow like this from the inside.

so i guess it’s safe to say that for conrad, belly is the sun. and when the sun comes out, all the stars disappear. but really, when they look at each other, everything around them disappears.

[nelscnssullivan]

reread the third tsitp book and desperately needed to rank the scenes i’m most excited to see in season 3

(from least to most excited) (this is my top10 post ep3)

10. domestic!bellyconrad in cousins (just episodes of them EXISTING together)

9. the peach stand

8. belly receiving & reading conrad’s letters (and junior mint and sour patch kids) in paris

7. conrad finding out j*re cheated on belly (like imagine his FACE when he realizes)

6. conrad fisher cooking the greatest meal ever

5. “don’t marry him. don’t be with him. be with me.”

4. belly and conrad at the flower shop and the lady there assuming he was the groom (& them hesitating to correct her)

3. belly taking care of conrad’s cut

2. conrad and belly at the beach on their wedding day

1. conrad fisher at a CRAFT store

[nelscnssullivan]

it’s been 3 days and i’m still not over the fact that we got 3 of the specific moments + domestic!bellyconrad + them cooking TOGETHER (which is even better than point 6) all in one episode. at this point we’re about 2/3 through the book, but haven’t even seen half of the season, which, of course, will be filled with more new plot lines and background plots about the other characters that aren’t as present in the books but were established in the first half of the season, but we already had that then and still went through the book plot quite structured, logically and it all still makes sense.

i personally believe that that’s kind of what jenny has been talking about whenever she was asked about changing anything. in a 11 episode season you can do so much more than in a 300 pages book, show it all in depth, show one situation from multiple perspectives, have it being way more intense and introduce new characters or arcs, that work well in the environment of the story, but don’t take away actual plot.

we will get to where we want to end up (belly and conrad getting married), but we will see some slight changes in structure, chronology and also just more of them, like them actually getting back together, maybe even their wedding, none of which was written out in the books. there’s also a few flashbacks in the earlier books that we haven’t seen yet, that might work perfectly in the remainder of the season - we might also get flashbacks we didn’t know about, like all three flashbacks from conrad’s episode were new to us readers.

it will be so exciting to see the major book scenes come to life, like the peach stand scene that came out even better than anyone could’ve imagined, seeing the actors do their things, knowing their characters and just acting, but there’s still so much we don’t even know we will see and learn about them.

season 3 of the summer i turned pretty has been one of, if not my most anticipated season of any tv show i’ve watched and i know that’s how many people feel here and just over an all the social media and i think we’re about to get what we deserve.

[nelscnssullivan]

something i’ve noticed is that yes, they are driving around in one car together and he’s okay with her running a few more errands, but he really could just wait in the car, take deep breaths and wait for her to come back and maybe be a bit calmer and more relaxed. but he doesn’t want to leave her on her own anymore, he wants to be around and be there when it gets bad. he wants to be part of her planning. he could stay out of it, like he stayed in california to be far away, but now he is so close, it’s impossible for him to stay out of it. he knows that if he keeps her close, she won’t leave, and he won’t accidentally make the mistake of leaving her again. he knows he fucked up by leaving after prom and, no matter who she’s engaged to, won’t let that happen ever again.

once he’s close to her, he can’t leave anymore, he doesn’t want her to be alone and can’t be without her, even if it’s just for the time she spends at the flower shop or michaels.

and i think that’s just a great foreshadowing to them getting back together - once they’re together for good, nothing will separate them ever again.

they will be apart when she goes to study abroad and he goes back to stanford, but then they both already know that it will work out for them. they know that they have to be apart, but there’s the hope that they can work it out.

belly leaving for paris will not be belly leaving conrad, but belly leaving to eventually find her way back to conrad.

[blues-valentine]

The amount of people that think this is going to be like Rachel and Ross is giving me a headache.

lol yeah I can see the Jelly vs Ross/Rachel whole comparisons because of the “we were in a break” debate vs Paris plot (which is actually Spain in the books) but the difference is that this plot exists in the books and it’s essential for Belly’s growth it’s not a thrown away last minute side plot for drama like they did in Friends (Mind you, that ending of Rachel choosing Ross over Paris is like universally hated). I assume that most of those are general viewers that aren’t aware of the books and are not on top of filming because [SPOILER ALERT]

Belly does goes to Paris and Lola was seen filming in there last year. Belly does choses to go to Paris and fulfill that semester, knowing herself outside of Cousins. And mind you, that’s not even the end of the season. That’s like on 309. But trust me the amount of bad takes I’ve seen on TikTok lowkey makes me wish the show had dropped all at once but I’m enjoying the weekly disclosure anyways.

Also, why the change from Spain to Paris? I think it’s because of the Sabrina movie (1954) and Jenny wanting to tie the references with the show.

[blues-valentine]

It’s actually fascinating because do you guys notice how when Belly learned about Susannah’s cancer and finally talked to Conrad about their feelings she says to him “I don’t want you to need me. I want you to want me” and explicitly told him she didn’t want to be the type of person to take advantage of peoples’s emotions and she wanted Conrad to want her for her not because he‘s using her to deal with this situation with Susannah.

And yes, Conrad wanted her for her and that’s why they get together while trying to adjust to Conrad’s college semester long distance and Susannah’s impending death. Which we know ends up being too much for Conrad emotionally and mentally and is why they end up breaking up.

But this is interesting because — this is exactly a foreshadowing of what Belly and Jeremiah end up doing to each other. They don’t want each other — they need each other. And this gets more explicit with Jeremiah saying Belly became the center of his world ever since his mom died. He hasn’t processed her death and neither has Belly. They’ve been trying to fill that void in their relationship and this is precisely what 16 years old Belly didn’t want — to be codependent or let along using someone because her of her grief. Which is also what Jeremiah has done twice. Both because of Susannah and in the show for Steven.

[louisandthedagger]