#i'm...sorry...i had to continue the series

[royalphantompain]

I am trying so hard to not be negative about a series I do love and is important to me.

I just want to say this and then stop being so critical.

But, I really am worried that it's going to be a let down because already there's some weird writing decisions and things that were said that put a bad taste in my mouth.

Watching the series I can ignore those problems and just have a good time but thinking about some choices just leaves me like... ?????????

I just really REALLY don't want to be too judgemental and want to save it after the last chapter comes out.

BUT PLEASE DON'T JUST BECOME AN "I CAN FIX HIM" ENDING.

[loccorocco]

Drafting a comic about Sofie and Lucia living in Haunted-ass Windstad Manor

[redfur-the-cat]

cheese. the finale.

[bluefuecoco]

"I tested the 'Tiny head snowboy' theory from tiktok--"

ok, first of all, i don't think whatever you're referring to is called a "theory", second what are you talking about??

[roseofcards90]

Trying to get back into writing again, wrote 600 words of...something and trying to write another 600 but idk

[momjeonghan-blog]

seventeen should just start their own line of cheetos already

[finelinevogue]

baby, i'm back

summary - you surprise Garrett after studying abroad for a year

pairing - garrett graham x girlfriend!reader

word count - +2.3k

a/n - lowkey love this duo enough to continue with either a summer series for them or a mom&dad type series!! lmk what you think!

For an off campus party, Garrett Graham seemed pretty miserable.

The party was small and contained. Only close friends of the guys had been invited to celebrate the start of summer. No more exams or schoolwork. Just sun, sand and sex. 

Everyone had gathered in the back garden, just outside the house on the decking. Tucker was manning the grill, with Logan supervising. Dean and Allie were attempting to play a game of badminton, but were mostly just arguing. A couple other hockey guys were sitting around chatting, with Grace and Sabrina nearby. And it was Hannah who noticed Garrett sat by himself not taking part in anything.

“You okay?” Hannah asked and sat down on a chair opposite Garrett.

“Yeah.” Garrett gave a fake smile.

“Convincing.” Hannah joked, “What’s up?”

Garrett had become close enough with Hannah to know she wouldn’t take the piss out of him. He was glad that Allie kept bringing her around, because she was one of Garrett’s closest friends now.

Garrett held up his phone briefly, “My, uh, girlfriend hasn’t texted me since yesterday and I’m just a bit worried.” Garrett frowned, looking from Hannah down to his notificationless phone.

“You have a girlfriend?”

“Yeah.” Garrett’s smile went wide.

He noted the shocked expression on Hannah’s face.

Garrett rarely told people about you - not because he wanted to keep you a secret, but because he was just terrible at opening up to people about things like that. You were always encouraging him to be braver with his feelings.

“Since when?” Hannah leaned forwards with interest.

“Coming up to three years now.”

“I’m sorry… You’ve had a girlfriend for three years and I’m only just finding out now?”

“Well I didn’t know you three years ago, Wellsy.” Garrett countered.

Hannah let it slide. “Okay, whatever. Tell me everything about her.” 

When someone did finally know of your existence, that was one of Garrett’s favourite things to be asked. He could talk about you for hours, days, forever. He was a healthy amount obsessed with you.

Before Garrett could delve into the 101 reasons why you were his favourite person, Dean had to ruin the moment.

“Jheez, Wellsy, are you a witch? How’d you make G smile?” Dean patted Hannah on the back as he came over with Allie in tow. No doubt their game of badminton had gotten too argumentative to continue safely.

“I was just asking Garrett about…” Hannah cut herself short, realising that she didn’t even know your name.

“Y/N.” Garrett added for her.

Dean clicked his tongue and sighed like a man in love. “Ah, mom and dad.” 

“I’m sorry, what?” Hannah laughed, looking between Garrett, Dean and Allie for some explanation. 

Allie sat on the arm of the chair that Hannah was sitting on, wrapping her arm around her best friend's shoulder. Dean sat on the same bench that Garrett was sitting on.

“Mom and dad.” Allie repeated, “Y/N and Garrett got the label because they are genuinely like the mom and dad of this group.”

“They’re always keeping us in check. They do the shopping for the house. Y/N actually cleans this place, God knows why. They’re just so mom and dad.”

“She sounds great.” Hannah smiled.

“She is.” Allie nodded.

“Agreed.” Dean added.

Garrett just sat there, quietly smiling to himself as he listened to some of the most important people in his life gush over the most important person. 

“So how come I’ve never met her?” Hannah asked.

“She’s spent the last year studying abroad.” Garrett said, frowning again when he realised that this whole conversation had started because he couldn’t get in contact with you. 

“That’s so cool. Where abouts?” 

“Uh, London– Sorry, I’m just going to–.”

Garrett got up and headed back inside, continuing to stare at his phone like it was personally wronging him.

Allie got up off the end of Hannah’s chair and moved to sit down next to Dean - who immediately pulled her close to his side. Hannah was so happy for her best friend finally being with someone who actually cared for her.

They smiled without looking at each other.

“What?” Hannah asked, wondering what was going on.

“Can you keep a secret, Wellsy, ‘cause we sure can’t.” 

“Yeah.”

Dean leaned forwards, double checking the back entrance to the house to make sure that Garrett wasn’t loitering close by. Hannah leaned forwards too.

“Y/N’s surprising Garrett. That’s why he hasn’t heard from her, because fuck knows she’d ruin the surprise if she opened her mouth.” 

Hannah’s eyes went wide and her jaw dropped.

“When? Today?” 

Allie checked her phone.

“Like, literally any minute.”

Hannah tried to control her excited smile as she leant back in her chair. Dean moved back too, raising his eyebrows to Hannah as if to silently say  ‘don’t say a word’. 

Logan and Tucker came over minutes later, saying the grill was all prepped and the food was ready to be cooked whenever everyone was ready. They were also in on the secret surprise, so were holding off on cooking until you arrived. 

Sabrina and Grace, along with a couple of other hockey guys, had also joined the group so everyone was sitting together, when Allie’s phone pinged. 

She opened the notification to see you’d texted to say you were outside. 

Allie widened her eyes at the group, all of them visibly lighting up with excitement. 

“Where’s G?” Logan asked.

“He went inside before.” Dean said.

“I think he was going to try and contact Y/N again.” Hannah added with a sad pout. She felt for the guy - especially when he had no clue that he was about to see you in a couple of minutes.

Allie stood up, telling everyone that she was going to go and get you. Everyone was in agreement that you should go and see Garrett first, so Tucker and Logan returned to the grill to start cooking in the meantime.

Allie wandered through the house, with no sign of Garrett anywhere.

She opened the front door quietly and silently screamed when she saw you.

You looked tired - no doubt from the long plane ride, lack of sleep and jet lag - but you also looked so happy to be back. You had a big Briar U hoodie on that was no doubt Garrett’s and a pair of navy jogging bottoms on.

You had a shit tonne of luggage bags surrounding you, which Allie would make Dean take in later. It was a mystery how you managed all these bags through the airport yourself.

Allie squeezed you in a tight hug, both of you trying to be as silent as possible.

She let you go, knowing you’d be eager to see Garrett.

You both had a silent conversation with hand gestures, which basically translated to you asking where Garrett was and letting Allie know that’s where you’d be going first. Allie rushed you off, not delaying your reunion any longer. 

You tried your best to be quiet up the stairs, the familiarity of the house hitting you all at once. Even the feel of your hand on the wooden bannister felt like coming home.

At the top of the stairs you felt a flurry of butterflies start up in the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t tell whether you were nervous or excited to see Garrett. It was the anticipation that was causing the feeling, you decided. 

After texts and face-time calls, every day for the last year, it was hard to believe you were about to see him in real life again. It sounded weird to say, but it was true. The last year had been so great, but it had also been so hard living away from Garrett. 

If that made you clingy, then you’d wear that label with pride. So what?

Garrett’s door was closed over, but not shut entirely. 

You pushed the door open to find Garrett sat on the edge of his bed, crouched over with his phone in his hands. 

You knocked gently so as not to make him jump.

Garrett wiped his eyes, not so subtly, before sitting up to look at you.

His whole body sagged as he saw you standing in his bedroom doorway. He closed his eyes and let his body pull him back to lay back on his bed, legs grounding him to the floor. 

Tears started to fill your eyes as Garrett’s chest visibly moved up and down from crying. His hand went to cover his eyes, probably trying to comprehend whether this was a cruel trick or genuinely real. 

You didn’t wait any longer to move closer to him.

“Hey.” You laughed through your own tears. 

“Fuck.” Garrett sat up, taking you in. You watched the disbelief leave his teary eyes, as he fully understood you were right here with him.

He wasted no more time pulling you the rest of the way towards him - absolutely no distance between you allowed again - until you landed on his lap in an awkward straddle. Your arms wrapped around his neck tightly and his wrapped around your waist. 

Both of you sat there, lightly crying.

Your face buried into Garrett’s neck as you breathed in his familiar scent. That smell alone caused a few tears, because it was so nostalgic and homely to you. Garrett’s head rested just beside yours.

Neither of you said anything for what felt like the longest time, both more than happy to just sit silently in each other’s arms. 

“I thought something bad had happened.” Garrett mumbled.

You reluctantly pulled your head away from his neck, blinking away the remnants of tears as you pulled Garrett’s head up to see him. His eyes were red-rimmed and his dark circles were as dark as yours. 

“What do you mean?”

“You didn’t text me for so long. I thought something bad had happened.” His eyes traced over every inch of your face, scanning every freckle to make sure they were all still there. 

“I wanted to surprise you.” 

“You did. If 24 hours of no contact is what it takes to be surprised, then, baby, I don’t want it.” He shook his head.

“Okay. Noted.” You brushed your thumb over his cheek back and forth. He melted into your touch, trying to get as physically close to you as possible.

“Can’t believe you’re here.”

“Can’t believe you haven’t kissed me yet.”

Garrett’s hands left your waist instantly to cup your cheeks and bring your lips directly to his, kissing you exactly how one would kiss their significant other after a year apart. The kiss was bruising, barely enough space to breathe between you. 

Garrett tilted your head with his hands so he could kiss you deeper, your hips involuntarily rocking over his. The small movement was enough for Garrett to break the kiss, though the distance between you barely existed.

Both of your chests were heaving and your breathing heavy. You leaned in closer with dazed eyes focused on his lips, kissing him again. This time was shorter and with more feeling, before you pulled away with a soft laugh.

“What?” Garrett asked, still holding you close.

“I missed you.”

Garrett smiled, “Yeah, baby. Me too.” He kissed you four times in a row, before breaking off from your lips to kiss your cheeks, nose, eyes and anywhere else he could. The sound of your laughter filled his room for the first time in a year as Garrett kept kissing you.

You forced yourself forwards to make Garrett fall backwards on the bed, because you knew it was the only way to stop him from kissing you for now. 

Garrett’s hair flopped around him on the bed, with a little curl falling over his forehead. His hands moved to place over your hips, whilst yours pressed into his bed either side of his head to keep you upright.  

“Can’t believe you’re here.” Garrett said.

“You’ve already said that. Have you developed temporary amnesia, baby?” You teased him.

“My brain hasn’t worked since you walked through the door.” 

Garrett’s hand tucked underneath the hoodie you were wearing, and traced up and down your bare skin. The featherlight touch made you smile and you rewarded him with another quick kiss. 

You moved to sit back up less than gracefully. Luckily Garrett’s arms were there to support you as he mirrored you to sit up as well. 

“How was your flight?” He asked, his eyes focused on you. No doubt he wouldn’t be letting you from his sight for the foreseeable future. He was going to attach himself to you like a limpet whether you liked it or not.

“Shall we go downstairs and see everyone so I don’t have to answer that question fifteen more times?”

Garrett grumbled and his eyebrows furrowed, “No.”

“No?”

“I want you to myself.” He said as his hands tightened their grip on your back. 

“Baby, don’t be mean.”

“I’m not being mean, I'm being selfish. There’s a difference.”

“Not a good difference.” You argued.

“Did the Brits teach you to be polite or something?”

You tried not to laugh at your boyfriend’s childish behaviour, because, honestly, some part of you understood what he was feeling. You got possessive when he left for a hockey game for just a weekend, let alone you having been gone a full year. 

Of course you wanted to just be with him too, but your friends were important to you too. They’d all kept close contact with you, always letting you know how Garrett was really doing and being there for him when he needed people around. You owed a lot to them all. 

“C’mon. You’ll get me all evening.” You compromised.

“You’ve finished over there?” 

“Yes,” You smiled, brushing a curl back off his forehead, “Finished last week.”

“So you’re here to stay?” 

“Baby, I’m back. I’m here for summer, then autumn, winter and spring. Then summer again and autumn…”

“Okay, okay,” Garrett cut you off, “Can we spend summer together?”

“I literally brought all my shit here with me, because I intend on moving in. You’re stuck with me.”

“I’m definitely okay with that.”

[fireflyschiikawa]

husband!sukuna : sweet boy

you were inconsolable.

fat dollops of tears glide down your face leaving pearlescent streaks behind and giving your cheeks a rosy tinge.

you cover your face while simultaneously trying to swallow back the array of hiccups cascading out.

your current state wasn't due to any physical injury but rather an internalized feeling of such adoration for your son.

sukuna who previously had you tucked into the crook of his neck now pulls back. he tilts his head down to see your expression, comtemplating whether to continue with the consolation.

"shhh" he whispers, his voice low and then in a mocking tone "you make such a fuss, wife"

"i'm not making a fuss!" you huff out, dissolving further into tears, while sukuna slowly pats your back, a surprisingly tender gesture, reserved only for you...and his son.

baby!yuji now only four years of age, steps forward with a half eaten biscuit in his hand patting your hair, the remaining crumbs of it still there on the side of his cheek.

"i'm sorry mama" he says and it breaks your heart. pulling him into your arms you kiss his face "why would you say sorry baby" your eyes that had started to dry down, well up again.

he had no reason to be sorry, you had brought this upon yourself.

thinking it to be a funny exercise, you wanted to test yuji's understanding of the world, so what other way but to keep a plate each infront of the three of you covered by a tissue with an unknown number of biscuits underneath.

sukuna went first, his plate coming up empty.

yuji went next, with two biscuits in his plate, he clapped his hands super overjoyed.

you went last, with again no biscuits in the plate.

"papa and mama have no biscuits yu-" before you could even finish your sentence he'd proceeded to give away both his biscuits. one to you and one to his father, sukuna.

hence, here you were again as stated, completely inconsolable.

"he is such a sweet boy" you looked up at sukuna, expectant.

but your husband didn’t meet your eyes "well i'm glad he didn't turn out like me" sukuna’s words sit heavy in the air, far too casual for something that isn’t.

you still. your fingers tangled in yuji’s soft hair, pausing for a moment.

“don’t say that,” you murmur, quieter now, like the tears had wrung something gentler out of you.

yuji, blissfully unaware of the shift, presses his crumb-covered cheek against your shoulder. “papa got biscuit” he says proudly, as if he’s fixed something monumental.

sukuna exhales through his nose. he doesn’t look at you.

instead, his gaze lingers on the boy, on the sticky fingers, the wide eyes, the easy thoughtless kindness.

it unsettles him.

“foolish” he mutters, though there’s no bite to it “giving away everything you have”

“it’s not foolish,” you say, a firmness in your tone, "he gave because he wanted to, because he loves you"

the word hangs there.

love.

brushing away his internal turmoil, sukuna picks up yuji bringing him into his arms, “you should’ve kept one” he says. it only made sense to, at least to him.

yuji tilts his head, as if considering this very seriously. then, with all the wisdom a four-year-old can muster, he shakes his head both ways dramatically, "no" a child's favorite word.

and before sukuna can respond, before he can correct, or scoff, or dismiss, small hands reach out. one presses against your cheek and,

the other reaches for him.

“papa sad too?”

it is a ridiculous question. sukuna does not get sad. sukuna does not feel. and yet, for a fraction of a second, he forgets how to respond.

stiffly he takes the boys hand and places a soft kiss into his palm.

"no, papa is not sad" he says in the softest tone imaginable.

you watch the interaction unfold, your heart doing that awful, tender thing all over again.

firefly; yooo sorry for the random slight angst, i like to think that fatherhood would save sukuna ❀ུ͏  

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