#jesse... alex...

[mla0]

Every dh00 character is literally The Character of all time it's insane

[intergalactic-garbage]

taskmaster series 7 absolute goat. rhod bringing in a naked picture of greg for every prize task except the fez one, where he brings in a picure of greg's mum in the bath. james acaster circle task. greg brawls in dog jail, think bail, failing ol'dog death. A LIME! alex not knowing a single thing about greg's personal life, and rhod packing out the story of how greg shot him. actually, all of rhod's personal anecdotes about greg. someone mentioning phil's genitals at least once an episode. rhod rubbing mustard in his eyes. rhod duckttaping his eyes open. with these tasks, you just panic, it's blind panic! it didn't look like panic to me, it looked like fairly structured torture! i think we learnt a lot more about you than we did about me. well, we did learn a bit about you. pants on a stick. you couldn't hold me upside down. phil establishing in the first episode that he's got an engineering degree, and immediately fucking over the tower building task. you're measuring the juice as a part of the bean? greg, i don't think even you believe this. look at your face! james having a breakdown over the garage being available. first episode, what did you bring in, james? mc hammer. rhod dropping a pile of dogshit on his friend of fifteen years. james acaster gta sequence. jess having a better impression of an airhorn than of her fellow contestant. funny who you're prepared to bend over for, isn't it? aw oh but oneofthem's my fwiend!!!!! greg taking james to the side after he called him a pussy.

[supercorpkid]

Who's that girl? It's Jess!

Supergirl. Supercorp. Jess. Lena Luthor x Kara Danvers. Alex Danvers. Esmé Danvers. Sam Arias.

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Jess flinched. The sound of the door slamming shook the glass in its frame, sharp and final. Whatever that was, it wasn’t just a disagreement. No. That was a fallout. And Jess hadn’t known anything was falling.

Kara stood in front of her, blinking fast, like she could push the tears back. Her eyes weren’t their usual bright blue. They looked clouded, raw, and most definitely wet.

“I’m so sorry, Miss Danvers,” Jess said, scrambling for professionalism and barely finding it. “Miss Luthor can’t see you right now. Maybe another time?”

It was a lie. Obviously. Lena hadn’t said ‘not right now,’ she’d said nothing, just closed the door like she was slamming a vault shut. There was no ‘maybe’ in that.

Kara gave her a smile that hurt to look at. Watery, uneven, nowhere near her eyes. Like a sun being hidden by rainy clouds. “Yeah. Maybe.”

When the elevator doors slid closed, Lena's voice rang on her phone.

“Jess, come in. Now.”

Crisp. Clipped. The kind of tone that meant Lena was either about to deliver a million-dollar idea or emotionally decapitate someone. And judging by the timing, Jess was leaning toward the latter.

She stepped into the office quietly. Lena was at the window, her arms crossed tight, posture like steel. The city lights glittered behind her, all calm and pretty and completely at odds with the tension radiating off her back.

“Yes, Miss Luthor?”

Lena turned. Her face was a mask, perfectly composed, perfectly cold. But Jess had worked for her long enough to know better. That stillness meant something was breaking underneath.

“Make a note,” Lena said, voice low and terrifyingly even. “Kara Danvers is no longer allowed access to this building. At any time. Is that clear?”

Jess’s mouth dropped open before she could stop it. Her brain scrambled. What?

She shut it again quickly, forcing her face back into something professional, but it was already too late. Kara? Not allowed? Ever?

That made no sense. They were always together. Lunch in Lena’s office nearly every day, whispered conversations and shared coffees and—

Oh god. The flowers. The thousands of flowers.

And the CatCo acquisition… Jess had always told herself it was a strategy. Smart move. Expanding influence. But now? Now there's more to it.

Jess blinked. Her brain was spinning, trying to reprocess everything — every lingering glance, every too-long lunch break, every quiet little moment she’d been too busy or too polite to question.

Lena turned back to the window. “Is that understood, Jess?”

Jess swallowed. “Yes, Miss Luthor.”

But her hands were already cold. Her mind wouldn’t stop spiraling.

She started mentally drafting the email to security, fingers twitching with the effort to act normal. But another part of her, the slightly nosey, deeply confused part,  was flipping through years of memories, stitching together a very different version of reality.

She hesitated. Usually she’d ask if Lena needed anything else, but the silence in the room felt dangerous. Lena looked like she might shatter if someone breathed too hard. Jess wanted to say something, anything, maybe even So… did you and Kara break up? But that would’ve been insane. Suicidal, even.

“You’re dismissed.”

Jess nodded. “Alright, Miss Luthor.” and slipped out, shutting the door behind her as quietly as she could.

Back at her desk, Jess stared at the glowing screen in front of her. The email she was about to send felt surreal. Like being told to ban sunlight from the windows.

Kara Danvers: banned from L-Corp.

Lena and Kara were supposed to be constants. Staples of the L-Corp ecosystem. Jess had honestly thought they might outlive the company itself. But now? 

Her fingers froze halfway through the entry.

She remembered the late nights. The flowers that always showed up in Kara's office. The way Lena laughed when Kara was in the room, like the sound had been waiting for her.

God. Had they been dating? Like actually dating? And no one noticed?

It felt like discovering your favorite book had a secret chapter written in invisible ink.

Before she could spiral further into the rabbit hole of accidental queer historical analysis, her intercom buzzed.

“Jess,” Lena’s voice crackled through “Can you come in for a moment?”

Jess stood so fast her chair nearly toppled over. “On my way, Miss Luthor.”

Inside, Lena hadn’t moved much from earlier. But now she had a glass of something amber in her hand. Not enough to be a warning sign, just enough to hint at it.

Jess waited for instructions. Except… none came. Lena turned after a long silence, and when she did, her mask had slipped a fraction.

“She lied to me,” Lena said quietly. 

Jess opened her mouth, then closed it again. This… wasn’t in the assistant handbook.

“I’m sorry,” she offered, incapable of more.

Lena exhaled, slow and tired. “You know what’s ridiculous? I had an entire speech about honesty. I was going to make it very logical, calm. I even practiced it.”

Jess's mouth went dry. This is definitely not my job, she thought, but nodded anyway, as if she had any right to be standing here for this.

“But when I saw her, it just—” Lena broke off, shaking her head like she was shaking something loose. “It didn’t matter. I couldn’t say any of it. I just—slammed the door.” A dry, humorless huff of laughter escaped her. “Real mature.”

Jess’s brain short-circuited. Had Lena Luthor just… opened up to her? Like, actual human emotions kind of opened up?

“Do you want me to…” she began, then trailed off, because she had no idea how that sentence was going to end.

“No,” Lena said, with a wave of her hand. “You’ve done enough. Thank you, Jess.”

Jess gave a professional nod and fled.

Back at her desk, she clutched her mug like it was a flotation device. Her mind screamed: Okay so definitely dating. Or almost dating. Or in love with each other and refusing to admit it, which is basically the same thing except more exhausting.

This was no longer just a Kara-and-Lena problem. This was a national crisis. And she was in the middle of it.

How had she become the reluctant keeper of Lena Luthor’s heartbreak?

She wasn’t just taking notes for work anymore. She was… documenting. Witnessing. Cataloguing the slow unraveling of something she didn’t fully understand but was definitely too close to ignore. The more she thought about it: the late nights, the private lunches, the suspiciously domestic little rituals… the more obvious it all became.

The relationship between Lena Luthor and Kara Danvers wasn’t just significant. It was foundational. Jess had always thought they were some kind of weird workplace gravitational constant.

And now?

Now Lena was heartbreak in heels, Kara looked like she'd been hollowed out from the inside, and Jess was left trying to make sense of the cosmic fallout.

That’s when she started her list — the mental one she couldn’t stop building:

Definitely Dating, Right?? Evidence:

So many dinner plans

Knew each other's coffee order by heart

Baked bribes (plural)

Kara spoke at Lena’s tech conference like it was a wedding toast

Hugs lasted way too long

Lena laughs different when Kara’s in the room

And Kara. The way she’d looked today, like the ache was living right under her skin. Like she’d lost something irreplaceable and was still trying not to show it.

That’s what did it. That’s when Jess decided. She was going to fix this.

She didn’t mean to get this involved. Really.

But there’s only so much dramatic silence, longing stares, and closed office doors a person can take before something in them just… snaps.

So, fine. Maybe she started keeping a little list. Maybe there were steps. Maybe she was going to do everything she could to fix it.

Sue her.

But Operation Get-Kara-And-Lena-Back-Together was officially a go.

Step one: intel gathering. She cornered Kara’s sister in the CatCo lobby with a muffin and her most innocent smile. 

“Totally unrelated,” She began.

"To what? We weren't even talking…”

“If you had to guess who broke the other’s heart, which way would you bet?” 

Alex blinked, visibly weighing the odds that this was a trap.

Jess leaned in. “Think of me as Switzerland. Just with better taste in boots.” 

Alex’s opinions turned out to be too cryptic to log. Jess crossed her off the source list. But maybe Sam would know something. She was Lena’s best friend, after all.

The call was innocuous enough. Something about the L Corp subsidiary Sam was overseeing. And then, halfway through pretending to care about quarterly projections, Jess dropped the question:

“Oh, by the way,” she said, casually, “totally random, but has Lena mentioned anything about, I don’t know, a catastrophic romantic implosion recently? Like, hypothetically?”

There was a pause. Then a sigh.

“Jesus. Did they actually break up?”

Jess sat up straighter. “So you knew something was going on.”

Sam made a noise like she was pinching the bridge of her nose. “Jess. Everyone knew. Esmé made them a macaroni art collage titled ‘My Aunts in Love.’”

Jess slammed her laptop shut. “Why does no one tell me anything?!”

“I assumed you knew. You’re literally their handler.”

Step two: emotional traps, aka weaponized sentimentality.

She dug up an old photo from the office holiday party — Lena looking terrifying (and gorgeous) in a black velvet dress, Kara leaning into her side with a candy cane between her teeth and stars in her eyes. Jess casually slipped it onto Lena’s desk, tucked between two budget reports.

The photo was mysteriously missing the next day.

It wasn’t her fault, she told herself. While knowing, in fact, it was entirely her fault.

The flowers were already scheduled — same as always, every other week. Sure, she could’ve canceled the order. But Lena had been so busy lately. Too busy to notice something small and stupid like…

...flowers.

Jess didn’t see Kara cry. But according to CatCo’s assistant, Kara had torn her office apart trying to find the card.

There wasn’t one this time.

And yeah — she cried when she couldn’t find it.

Step Three: recruitment. 

Or, as she would later call it, the day she accidentally gained a co-conspirator.

"I'm in," Alex said, cornering her by the elevator before Jess had even had a chance to swipe her badge.

Jess blinked. “What?”

“Whatever strategy, sabotage, divine intervention you’ve got going to get those two back together — I’m in. I can't take it anymore. Kara’s been moping around like a kicked puppy for weeks. So... what’s the next step?”

Jess stared at her, half-awake, “Is this… a dream? Am I hallucinating this because of sleep deprivation and romantic rage?”

Alex crossed her arms. “Jess.”

“Oh my God, this is real,” Jess whispered. Then louder: “Okay. Okay, yeah. Welcome to Operation Emotional Whiplash.”

Step Four: use their love for Esmé.

Jess had considered it, briefly. But she figured Alex would never go for it. Surely she wouldn’t let her baby daughter get involved in a scheme to emotionally manipulate two full-grown adults. Right?

Wrong.

When Esmé marched into the office with a crayon drawing titled “Happy Again” and a very specific request that both Kara and Lena be present for the unveiling, Jess realized this wasn’t a solo mission anymore.

This was a movement.

“They both cried,” Esmé reported afterward, entirely unfazed. “Can I have a cookie now?”

Jess gave her three. For bravery.

It was on step five, however, that things got out of hand.

Step Five: go big or—oh my God, am I losing my mind?

It started with a theme. That’s how you knew things had spiraled out of control.

Jess had been brainstorming ways to "accidentally" lure Kara and Lena into the same room without risking another emotional detonation. Something light. Fun. Distracting.

“Maybe… a party?” she said one day, mostly to herself.

But then Alex — sleep-deprived, emotionally unstable, and drunk on too much sisterly guilt — looked up from her phone and said, “What about a carnival?”

That should’ve been the end of it. A throwaway idea. But instead Jess said, “Oh my God. Yes. I know a guy with a popcorn machine.”

One week later, L-Corp's private rooftop was transformed. There was a cotton candy station. String lights and streamers in shimmering SuperCorp color palettes. Esmé had made a sign that said “Lena & Kara’s Fun Time, Attendance Mandatory” with glitter stickers.

No one stopped her.

Alex somehow acquired a miniature ferris wheel. “Don’t ask,” she said, tossing receipts onto Jess’s desk that made her gag audibly.

“Why did you buy a hundred plush space frogs?” Jess asked.

“For atmosphere,” Alex said, visibly unhinged.

It got to the point where Sam had to get involved. Since they were kind of, you know, spending a lot of company money on this.

It was around hour nine of hand-painting the “Super Ring Toss” sign that Jess realized she might have gone too far.

Like, way too far.

There was paint on her sleeves, glitter in her hair, and the faint sound of an air pump inflating a moon bounce in the background. She was pretty sure she’d pulled something carrying a popcorn cart up so many flights of stairs because somebody (her, it was her) forgot to rent the freight elevator.

“This is insane,” she muttered to no one, dropping her paintbrush. “This is absolutely unhinged. I’m Lena's assistant, not their fairy godmother. Or their therapist. Or their… weird matchmaking friend with a craft addiction.”

She looked around at the carnival chaos blooming around her.

Lena was her boss. Technically. No, definitely. And Kara was—well, Kara was supposed to be banned from the building.

And here Jess was. Making a rigged carnival game with her bare hands to force them into the same romantic airspace.

She sat down, right in the middle of the glittery mess. “What am I doing?” 

There was a soft rustling beside her. Esmé plopped down cross-legged, holding a container of heart-shaped stickers. She silently peeled one off and stuck it to Jess’s arm.

“You’re doing amazing,” she said solemnly.

Jess blinked. “Thanks.”

The sticker read #1 Boss Cupid. When did Esmé have time to do that?

And then, before she knew, before she had time to second guess this further— the guests arrived. CatCo employees. L-Corp staff. Sam came in from Metropolis. Brainy and Nia showed up in matching outfits. 

Lena arrived in red. Kara showed up wearing blue. Jess nearly screamed. She didn’t. She swallowed it. Barely.

Soon Esmé was holding up a camera yelling, “Say cheese or I’m telling everyone about that time you fell asleep while babysitting!!” And they actually stood together. For a photo. Neither of them burst into flames.

Jess hid behind the popcorn machine and gripped the counter like it was keeping her tethered to the earth. Alex sidled up beside her, holding a snow cone.

“They’re talking,” Alex said quietly. “Like, actual words. No tragic silences.”

Jess exhaled so hard it came out like a sob. “Oh my god. Do you think it’s working?”

“If it doesn’t, we burn the whole city down and start over.”

“Valid.”

Across the crowd, Kara laughed at something Lena said. Lena didn’t look away. Her lips twitched like she was trying not to smile but failing.

Jess stared at them, heart pounding. “I might actually cry.”

“Don’t,” Alex warned. “It'll make this weird.”

Jess’s eyes flicked around the party. “I’m pretty sure this is already weird.”

As more guests arrived, Jess busied herself with last-minute carnival tasks, but her gaze kept returning to Kara and Lena. They were standing close, laughing, as if their recent conflict had never happened. For the first time since her crazy scheme began, a flicker of hope ignited within her. Maybe, just maybe, her ridiculous plan might actually work.

And then, it happened. Near the balloon animals.

Jess was restocking napkins—because apparently no one else at this fake carnival cared about organization—when she felt a hand catch hers, light and sure.

She turned.

Kara stood there, soft-eyed and shining under the string lights. She didn’t say anything at first, just held Jess’s paint-smudged hand for a second longer than necessary. Then, in the quietest voice, just loud enough to hear over the cotton candy machine, she murmured, “Thank you.”

Jess blinked. “For what?”

Kara's smile was small, knowing, and just a little sad.

Jess tried to shrug. “I mean, technically, this was all Alex’s—”

But Kara had already moved on, slipping back into the crowd, the moment barely a breath.

Jess stared after her, heart hammering. She felt it. That glowing warmth in her chest. Like she’d done something good. Like maybe, just maybe, it had mattered.

And she nearly got away with it. She was this close to slipping out the side exit with her dignity semi-intact when—

“Jess.”

The voice stopped her like a trap snapping shut. She froze, turned slowly—and yep. Lena.

Hands on her hips. Red lipstick slightly smudged. Dangerous glint in her eyes. Standing between Jess and every possible escape route.

“Hi,” Jess said, way too brightly. “Did you enjoy the festivities?”

Lena raised a brow. “You mean the unsolicited rooftop carnival that hijacked my company’s schedule and budget for the week?”

“I would classify it as an interdepartmental morale-boosting social activation event,” Jess offered. “Helps build synergy.”

“Synergy,” Lena repeated flatly.

“Between divisions,” Jess nodded, backing toward the door, “especially with Kara as the head of CatCo—technically—”

“Right,” Lena cut in. “We’ll talk about it. Tomorrow.”

Jess gave her most professional, definitely-not-panicking smile. “Tomorrow? Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Step Six: get fired... possibly?

Jess came in early. Earlier than usual. Earlier than anyone ever should.

She wasn’t sure if it was the anxiety, the fear of Lena Luthor’s wrath, or the fact that she hadn’t actually slept thanks to the glitter still embedded in her pillowcase. Probably all three. Definitely the glitter.

She sat at her desk like it was a confession booth. Hands folded. Phone off. Soul bared.

At 8:01 AM, Lena’s door opened.

“Jess,” Lena said. Flat. Sharp. And, oh god, wearing her all-black power suit—the firing suit.

Jess stood immediately. “Morning! You look—powerful.”

“Come in.”

Jess followed her into the office like she was walking into a guillotine.

Lena didn’t sit. She turned, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. “I was set on firing you yesterday.”

Jess flinched hard. Oh this is gonna be bad.

“But,” Lena continued, pacing slowly behind her desk, “some people came to your rescue.”

Jess blinked. “...People?”

“Alex,” Lena said with a sigh, “told me it was her idea too. Which I kind of believed. Esmé cried, saying it was to make us happy. And Sam—well. Sam called me a ‘romantic coward’ and said I should be thanking you for having more spine than Kara and I combined.”

“Oh, wow.”

Lena fixed her with a look. “Apparently, they are big fans of your meddling work.”

Jess tried not to squirm. “I... appreciate their support?”

“But that doesn’t mean I’m not furious.”

Here it comes, Jess thought. The scathing takedown. The monologue. The legal action.

Lena stepped closer, voice quiet but sharp. “Do you understand how insane it is to throw an unauthorized carnival on a corporate rooftop? How many liability waivers did I have to sign this morning?”

“Alex said we didn't need permits,” Jess offered weakly. “She is the one working for the government, so I—”

“You forged a fake event memo, Jess.”

Jess coughed. “Barely. I always write them anyway. I just… made you sign it.”

“You spent company money on a miniature ferris wheel and a hundred space frogs.”

“For atmosphere,” Jess mumbled.

“And,” Lena continued, eyebrows climbing higher, “you had Esmé write a glitter-covered sign that said ‘Attendance Mandatory by me and Kara. Which was not at all subtle.’”

“Trust me, she came up with that. I just—didn't stop her.”

Lena sighed. Rubbed her temple. Finally, finally sat behind her desk, looking way more tired than Jess had expected.

“I’m your boss,” she said after a long pause. “This—whatever that was—it crossed a lot of lines.”

Jess nodded, swallowing. “I know.”

“You orchestrated an entire operation behind my back. You used a child. Esmé now thinks she's Cupid. With stickers.”

“Her moms were okay with that.”

Lena stared at her.

Jess straightened. “Look, I know I should apologize. And I do. I’m sorry. I got too involved. I shouldn’t have. But—” She hesitated. “You seemed miserable. Kara was definitely miserable. And Esmé kept drawing pictures of the two of you holding hands in front of a rainbow. And I just—”

“You just what?”

Jess’s voice softened. “I just wanted you to be happy.”

The silence stretched. Lena leaned back in her chair, studying her.

“Why?” she said eventually. Quiet.

Jess froze. That wasn’t the question she’d expected. She could’ve handled being yelled at. But ‘why?’ That was… dangerous. That was soft. And Jess had no armor for it today.

“I—” she started, but stopped. 

Why?

Because she’d seen Lena break a picture frame of both of them. Because she’d watched Kara nearly cry her heart out in front of a stranger. Because the two of them had been walking around like broken halves of something whole, and it hurt to look at. That’s why.

But Jess didn’t say any of that. Couldn't. Instead, she offered, “Because! You're the CEO. If you're happy, the employees are happy.”

Lena blinked. Her expression didn’t change, but something in her posture shifted—just slightly. Her arms uncrossed. Her shoulders dropped.

“Look, Miss Luthor, I'm sorry. I know it’s not my place, and I crossed the line, and I accept whatever comes next. But someone had to do something. And I wasn't alone on it, because everyone else saw how much you two weren't fine. I'm sorry but—I’d do it again.”

There was a long pause. Lena stared at her. And then, with an exhausted sigh, Lena reached into a drawer and pulled out a folder.

Jess braced for termination papers.

Instead, Lena muttered, “We’re moving your office.”

Jess blinked. “Wait—what?”

“You’re being promoted,” Lena said, eyebrow raising. “Effective immediately. You’re now Head of Cross-Departmental Relations.”

“Is… that a real thing?”

“It is now.”

Jess blinked again. “You’re not firing me?”

Lena exhaled slowly, then looked up at her, gaze even. “I probably should. But apparently you’ve wormed your way into everyone’s hearts. Including Kara’s. And Esmé’s. And Sam’s. And even Alex's, somehow. So you’re staying.”

Jess let out a half-hysterical breath. “Okay. Okay. Cool. Promoted!’

“But next time you plan a romantic ambush on my property,” Lena added, “you run it by me. Or I will call security.”

Jess grinned. “Deal.”

She stood, legs slightly wobbly from adrenaline, and backed toward the door.

“Jess?” Lena said just before she reached it.

She turned. “Yeah?”

“…Thank you,” Lena said, quiet. Sincere.

Her heart did something weird in her chest. She nodded once—quickly—afraid she would say something dumb like You’re welcome, Boss, please name your first child after me.

Jess’s heart thudded so hard she was worried Lena might actually hear it. She turned to go—already halfway out the door when—

“Wait,” she said, almost without meaning to. She turned back, voice unsteady. “Did it… work?”

Lena paused. Her expression didn’t change right away. Still cool. Still unreadable. But something in her eyes shifted—softer, maybe. A little lighter.

She looked at her desk. Then back at Jess.

“We talked,” she said, a smile threatening to appear. “Last night.”

Jess held her breath.

Lena gave the smallest nod, like she was still getting used to the idea of opening up to her assistant. “We’re giving each other another chance.”

Jess actually swayed on the spot. Lena didn’t comment on it, which was kind.

So she bit back the thousand squeaky sounds building in her throat and just said, very seriously, “Okay. Okay. That’s… good. That’s very good. I mean, for you. Good for you.”

She bolted.

Lena didn’t stop her. But she was definitely smiling when the door closed.

Step Seven: reunite National City’s most dramatic power couple.

Step Eight: never admit how happy that made her. Not out loud, anyway.

[queen-of-reptiles]

𝙱𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳𝚂

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚃𝚆𝙾

description: In which Georgia Stanway and Leah Williamson’s younger sister are just best friends… right?

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georgia stanway x female reader

part one here

part two of the 'best friends' series

disclaimer: I am in now way saying Georgia is bi-sexual or lesbian, this is all fiction

warnings: some swear words, sadness, mutual pining, angst ANGST mother fuckin angst!

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Leah bounced on her heel excitedly, the blonde desperate to see her sister who has been in Germany for too long. The airport was buzzing with excited travellers as people occasionally gawped at Leah Williamson in her hoodie.

Leah was stood with two guards, and one of their social media guys, who were there to help and get the two girls to the camp - Leah having begged to come so she could see her sister.

Leah's head snapped across as she saw a glimpse of the two girls, her sister in a pair of leggings and a relaxed top, Georgia following behind headphones on.

At this, Leah paused, her eyebrows furrowed, because Georgia and y/n were inseparable and they never turned up without linked arms and yapping mouths.

But right now, the two looked as if they were strangers coming off the flight, not best friends. However, all of that was forgotten by Leah when her sister grinned widely and ran at her.

"Lee!" y/n called as she launched at the girl, her older sister pulling her into a tight hug as they laughed against each other.

"Munchkin!" Leah cheers as she puts her down. "You okay?" She asks, eyes filled with worry as y/n nods.

"Fine, missed you though." y/n smiles and Leah sighs and presses a kiss to her forehead, just as Georgia gets over.

"Hey G." Leah says and the girl smiles and hugs her.

"Hey Lee. God that flight, I just slept the entire time and I am ready to sleep more." Georgia says and Leah laughs, trying not to show her confusion.

The group get going to the car and Leah watches how her sister and her 'best friend' don't even look toward one another before sliding into opposite ends of the car and Leah sighs.

The two hardly ever fought, though when they did it had a tendency to be big, but Leah couldn't remember the last time it was like this. She couldn't remember a time when the two wouldn't even look at one another.

Leah sighs and she slides in, climbing over her sister to sit between the two who both had headphones on again and the blonde winced, the air was clearly filled with tension.

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When they got to the hotel, Leah followed the two to their room, noticing how they still hadn't said a word and she huffed as they unpacked in silence, and went to lunch in silence.

"Baby Williamson!" Lucy cheers as y/n walks in, the two meeting in a tight hug, as Keira hugged Georgia.

The woman noticed the tense shoulders of Georgia instantly and sent Leah and confused look. From behind the two younger women, Leah pointed at them both and mouther 'fighting'.

Lucy and Keira snapped into action, Keira taking Georgia away and Lucy doing the same to y/n, so the two could go find Lauren James, the Chelsea girl hugging y/n tightly also.

"Heard about you and Lohman." Lucy says as they grab some lunch and sit down.

"What do you mean?" y/n asks the girl with a scoff.

"It's all over twitter stupid." Lucy scoffs. "It's why I tell ya to be careful!" She adds.

She shows y/n what she means, loads of fans calling out their closeness, photographing the two who had gone out to lunch yesterday, saying they were together.

"Sydney and I are just friends." y/n says confused and Lucy winces.

"You sure?" She asks and y/n nods. "Because the fans have decided otherwise." Lucy adds.

The older woman and Leah had always been protective of y/n, especially with her dating life as they knew how invasive fans of the game were and what it did.

"Seriously Luce, just mates." y/n promises the girl as they eat, before going to do some gym training.

On the other side of the room, Georgia was pushing food around her plate as she talked with Leah and Keira, trying to ignore the ache in her heart as y/n jumped on Lauren's back, using her as a lift out of the room.

"Who am I next to on the plane?" Georgia asks, talking about the fact the England girls were leaving for Australia tomorrow, for the World Cup.

"Me." Keira says, looking over at Leah who nods.

"Yeah, I wanted to be next to y/n for a bit, hope that's okay?" Leah asks and Georgia nods.

"Yeah fine." She says, smiling at Leah as she looks back down at her food. "I'm not all that hungry, so shall we get goin'?" She asks, before standing up and walking out.

"Something is so wrong." Keira states.

"So wrong indeed." Leah agrees, before they follow Georgia out, rather worriedly.

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y/n was a lot happier when she got back to her room and got out of the shower. Seeing all of the people she would call her closest friends again really helped.

Lucy, the Lauren's, Keira, Mary, Millie, Jess, especially her sister, everyone made her feel so loved and so excited for the amazing time to come this summer.

The only thing missing was the fact Georgia just wouldn't look at her, they wouldn't look at each other and it was absolutely ripping y/n up as she walked back into the room.

"Bathroom's all yours." y/n says softly, ignoring the girl as she quickly changed into an oversized shirt to sleep in.

"Alright." Georgia says, her voice void of any tone or emotion. y/n sighs, trying to blink away the tears which were trying to form as she plugged her phone on charge and got into her bed.

y/n settles into bed, ignoring the way Georgia gets up and grabs a towel to take into the bathroom with her. y/n instead turns on her front and tries to close her eyes.

"I wish you would stop being so angry at me." Georgia says. "I'm not the one whose done this to us." She adds before y/n turns and sits up quick enough that it makes Georgia jump.

"I did this?" y/n asks her. "I didn't do this!" She says angrily. "I don't even know what this is, I don't know what I did!" y/n says at her.

"Yes you do!" Georgia says back, just as angry.

"No I don't Georgia, we were fine the night before we flew then for whatever reason you were pissy again the next morning!" y/n yells at her.

"We're not fine, we weren't fine that night!" Georgia denies. "Then you get your girlfriend to come and say goodbye, which by the way, you should really tell her!" Georgia continues.

"Girlfriend? What?" y/n asks her. "I don't have a girlfriend." y/n denies and Georgia scoffs.

"Oh yeah, tell that to Sydney." Georgia spits rather venomously.

"You know what Georgia?" y/n asks her, moving to pull her joggers on and slide her slippers on. "When you wanna have an adult conversation, you come to me." y/n sighs.

The girl then leaves the hotel room, not willing to listen to Georgia insult her friend any longer.

y/n walks down the hall and to Leah and Jordan's room, knowing full well Leah would probably be writing out game plan's for training and Jordon would be watching some TV show.

Knocking on the door, y/n waited for an answer, listening to the shuffle of feet as Leah got up and opened the door, being faced with her tearful younger sister.

"Can I stay with you guys for a bit?" y/n asks quietly and Leah nods, bringing her sister into a tight hug as she ushers her into the room with shushing noises.

y/n lets Leah guide her onto the bed, and her older sister wraps her into a hug, as the two settle on the bed, Jordon, noticing the quiet state the girl was in pauses her show.

"You okay chicky?" Jordon asks, coming from the other side and wrapping her arms around y/n also.

"Is it to do with G?" Leah asks knowingly.

y/n nods, letting out a small sob and Leah's heart breaks as she and Jordon squeeze the girl tighter, holding her as she quietly cries, trying not to be too loud.

"I just wish we could stop fighting." y/n sniffles.

"Why are you fighting my girl?" Leah asks her sister. "What is it all about?" She asks again.

"I can't talk about it right now." y/n denies. "I just didn't want to be alone." She adds and Leah sighs sadly, pressing a kiss to her sister's head.

"You're not alone, we've got you." Leah promises her and y/n nods her head, letting out a relieved sigh as she relaxes into Leah and Jordon's warm and safe hug.

Twenty minutes later, Jordon was back watching her show and Leah was watching her younger sister sleep peacefully on her lap, the blonde stroking through the younger girl's hair to keep her asleep.

Her tears had now dried and she had fallen asleep soon after, Leah staring down sadly and wishing that she would tell her what was wrong. That was when her phone buzzed.

From G <3: Is she with you?

To G <3: Yeah, she's asleep now. What is going on with you two?!

From G <3: I'm sorry Leah, if she wakes up, i've left the door on the latch for her x

And Leah sighed, knowing she would get no more from the girl as well and she couldn't help but wonder, what had gone so wrong?

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It wasn't hard to miss the looks Georgia was sending y/n, who was sat with her sister on the plane, even the social media team were clever enough to not film the two best friends apart.

Mainly because they knew the second they did, the internet would go crazy about why y/n and Georgia were sat apart, and not even looking at each other.

Sarina had sent Leah a questionable look, and the two had shared a quick discussion with their coffees where Leah promised to sort it, for the sake of the team.

However, when she and her sister woke up that morning, and y/n went to get her suitcase, it was clear that was going to be easier said than done.

y/n settled into her seat, enjoying the fancy first class seat as Leah sat next to her sister, the two looking at the complimentary gifts they had recieved, such as eye masks and ear plugs.

The plane began its taxi toward the runway and soon took off, y/n quickly falling into conversation with her sister as they played on her Switch, giggles coming from y/n which made Georgia sigh.

"What happened?" Keira asks Georgia, as the girl looked over at Leah and y/n's heads once more, she and Keira were sat four rows back from the two.

"I can't explain." Georgia denies, but Keira sent her a raised eyebrow and the girl crumbled. "It's her and Sydney." Georgia sighs and Keira furrows her brows.

"But they're not together, at all?" Keira asks.

"Yeah but everyone thinks they should be and they're being shipped and everything." Georgia rants and Keira furrows her brows.

"Why is that so bad?" Keira asks her quietly.

"Because it should be with me!" Georgia says finally, before covering her mouth in shock and Keira gasps, two heads pop up and over the chairs, Lucy and LJ appearing.

"Called it." Lucy said simply and Georgia huffs, however her heart did feel a little lighter at the fact she had now finally admit it.

"I love her but we've really got everything all tangled up." Georgia sighs, groaning and putting her head in her hands.

Keira's eyes soften, noticing the stress it was clearly causing the girl and she placed her hand on Georgia's back and rubbed calming circles.

"You're gonna have to just come clean G mate." Lucy says.

"Leah's gonna kill ya." LJ adds, not really thinking as she spoke, but wincing when Keira sends her a glare. Lucy and LJ slowly sinking to sit back down.

"How long have you had feelings?" Keira asks as Georgia sat back up.

"Too long to even want to think about." Georgia sighs before looking over at Leah, who was now looking over at her and gesturing for her to come over.

Georgia looks at Keira, the woman nodding her head encouragingly, and Georgia sighs as she stands up, moving over to Leah who sighs in relief.

"Look, she's super restless." Leah says, gesturing to the now sleeping y/n. "Can you do the magic hair thing?" She asks Georgia who swallows and nods.

Georgia slides into Leah's seat, moving the block so she could bring y/n to lie down onto her lap, her hands stroking through y/n's hair as she tries to calm her.

"Don't know how you do it." Leah scoffs as the girl instantly sinks into a deeper sleep and Georgia just shrugs.

"Just know that she likes it." She hums before Leah nods and walks to sit in Georgia's seat to talk to Keira. The media team quickly videos Georgia, the girl telling them to remain quiet as y/n sleeps.

She had admitted it, she had admitted the thing she had kept quiet for so long, now it was just telling y/n, and Leah, though the latter could wait.

All she had to do was tell her.

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The two had gotten to their room in silence once again. y/n had woken up after an almost 9 hour nap, Georgia asleep, still holding her, hands in her hair.

y/n could feel her heart speed up as she slowly pulled away from Georgia, making sure to pull a blanket over her to keep her asleep after losing y/n's warmth.

The girl had eaten and when Georgia woke up 2 hours later, y/n had offered her a switch controller, the two sharing a smile and the team releasing a breath of relief as their laughs started to ring out.

Then, once the plane landed several, several hours after that, the two were too tired as they trudged into their room, and quickly stripped to shower.

y/n went first, quickly changing into her sleep clothes as Georgia unpacked in what would be their place for the next several weeks, she noticed they both had double beds.

Then, y/n unpacked while Georgia showered and then crawled into bed, where a few seconds later, she felt be joined by someone else.

"Can I sleep here tonight?" Georgia asks softly against y/n's shoulder, arms sliding around her waist and y/n nods.

"Yeah, okay." y/n says softly and the two drift off to sleep, entangled in each other.

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When the two woke up, neither mentioned the night before. y/n simply got up and showered before training and Georgia followed suit.

There was a tension in the air, a pull between the two which neither knew what to do about. And even though they were giggling and laughing as they always did, everyone could feel it.

Throughout training Georgia played against y/n, the midfielder constantly trying to beat y/n, her eyebrows furrowing more and more when she couldn't, the form y/n was in seemed unstoppable.

It was when she made a goal line clearance in their training game which made Georgia's heart tear. LJ had grinned excitedly as the team cheered for their midfielder, LJ and y/n being on the same team.

LJ pulled y/n into a hug, lifting her up slightly as y/n laughed at the girl and Georgia's eye twitched. It was no secret that y/n and LJ were close or that LJ had a crush on the girl the first time they had met.

Unknown to Georgia, LJ knowing the Bayern player was in love with y/n, was trying to get a confession as soon as possible for the both of them to feel better.

But as the corner was taken and Georgia bashed into her causing Lauren to fall and wind herself, LJ had decided she had made a mistake in doing that.

"Georgia!" Sarina yelled angrily as y/n knelt down next to the winded girl, helping her up as she sent Georgia a confused look, the girl sighing as she walked over to Sarina.

"Look..." Georgia began but Sarina shook her head.

"Take a run, calm down." She ordered and Georgia did just that. Because she really did need to calm down.

However, at the end of training when y/n pulled her aside into an empty physio room, she was yet to calm down.

"What was that G?" y/n asked, eyes narrowed at her as Georgia shrugs. "LJ could have seriously been hurt." y/n chides and Georgia scoffs.

"Oh yes, poor LJ." Georgia mocks and y/n pinches the bridge of her nose in annoyance. "Look just leave me alone." Georgia says and y/n scoffs.

"Are you jealous?" y/n realises and Georgia pauses.

"Why would she be jealous, are you two together?" A voice asks and the two girls snaps their head to Leah, who was watching the two with protective eyes.

Leah was incredibly protective over her little sister, in game, off pitch, love life, all life. That was her baby sister and she would be damned if she wouldn't protect her.

"No Lee. I'm not her girlfriend." y/n promises her sister.

"No, but she'll still fuck me when she wants." Georgia adds, and y/n's world comes down in a second as Leah's eyes widen.

Georgia seems to realise the weight of her sentence too late, because as y/n raced out the door, tears in her eyes, her heart broke at the group of her team and Sarina stood at the door with open mouths.

And for the first time in a long while, the team saw the so called Baby England for what she was. A young girl, trying her best, and failing. And by the time Georgia had left the room, she was nowhere in sight.

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Scrapbook memories II Grace Clinton x Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | word count: 1654

summary: Reader who plays for Lyon surprises her girlfriend Grace by appearing at a dinner with the fellow Lionesses in England. requested

author's note: Hi, we started writing this before Mary Earps international retirement and Millie Bright’s withdrawal from the Euros, which is why they still appear in the story. We hope you don’t mind and still like it regardless.<3

disclaimer: everything in this fanfiction is purely fictional and nothing corresponds to reality.

You were convinced that what made the English Women’s National Team so special was their team spirit. There was something magical about how every player genuinely cared for one another. You absolutely adored it.

To keep that connection strong, the team often organised casual team nights together. They were always full of laughter, good food, and even better conversations but since you had left the WSL to play for Lyon, you often missed out on most of those nights. But tonight, you decided that it was time to join.

This time, it all took place at Alex Greenwoods place. Just a relaxed dinner with all the Lionesses.

Alex was busy, stirring pots and seasoning dishes while Lauren and Jess chopped vegetables at the counter.

“Y/n is late, as usual.”, Alex said, pausing for a moment as she glanced over the crowd filling her flat.

“I was on time. At the wrong door but on time.”, Lauren chimed in, gesturing a little too wildly with her knife, causing Alex to suck in a breath and widen her eyes.

Jess laughed: “That’s so typical for you, Hempo. You always do that.”

The she turned sharply: “Millie, no! No snacking yet.”

She tried to bat away Millie Brights hand who had managed to successfully steal a piece of raw carrot from the chopping board.

Millie rolled her eyes, stealing a carrot anyway: “It takes forever for you girls to cook. The Arsenal girls are already bored.”

She pointed her thumb over her shoulder toward the living room where most of the other players were caught up in some small talk.

“Children, behave,” Alex warned playfully. “And no, Leah, we won’t have any ham sandwiches. They taste like nothing.”

“Excuse me?”, the team captain who had just walked in said, pretending to be offended.

From the living room, Beth called out: “But she won’t eat real adult food.”

“It’s adult f-…”, Leah started, then cut herself off and quickly looked around for help, “Grace, come here. Stop looking at the door. You agree with me, right?”

“What?”, Grace asked, torn from her own thoughts, only reluctantly turning to the blond defender.

“We need your opinion on ham sandwiches.”, Leah repeated impatiently.

“I have no opinion on them.”, Grace replied, smiling but clearly confused by the interaction.

Alex clapped her hands once with authority: “We’re done cooking. Everyone out of my kitchen.”

All the players were scrambling to their seats as Alex carried dishes to the table. Only Grace hung back, still preoccupied with her own thoughts.

You walked straight into the chaos that had erupted around the giant dinner table, and you immediately felt a warmth in your chest that reminded you of home.

“Hi. Sorry, I know I’m late again, but I brought those gorgeous flowers for the hostess.”, you said and greeted Alex with a hug and a quick kiss to her cheek.

The defender took a moment to admire the tasteful bouquet in her hands before turning her attention back to you. “Oh, you just know how to impress a girl.”

“You’re welcome. It’s great to have you back in the team, Al.”, you replied, gently squeezing her shoulder.

She chuckled warmly: “Glad to be back.”

“Now that we’re complete, we can finally start eating,” Alessia said.

You were genuinely grateful to be reunited with the familiar faces who, over time, had become like a second family. After everything you'd been through together, on and off the pitch, they were your people.

And yet, even in this comforting chaos, your eyes were searching for the woman you loved most.

You rarely kept secrets from your England teammates, but this one was different. Maybe it was finally time to share it. And there she was: Grace, leaning casually against the wall, that cocky smile of hers playing at the corners of her lips. It wasn’t just a grin; it was an invitation.

You and Grace had talked about telling them. The timing felt right. So, you walked towards her, ready to take her hand and speak the truth.

But Grace had something else in mind.

She believed in gestures, ones that didn’t need explanations. So, when you reached her, she pulled you in and kissed you, soft but sure, with all the quiet affection that words would never quite capture.

The room fell still.

Then gasping. Eyes widened.

It was Leah who found her voice first: “What is happening?!”

“Oh my god, you two are dating?!”, Lauren squealed.

“We... uhm. I wasn’t expecting her here.”, Grace admitted, still slightly breathless. That part was true, planned to surprise her with your visit here.

Teasingly, you asked: “Because the Lionesses party was in Manchester?”

“Yes! The London girls are here too, but Lyon is...”, Grace trailed off, flustered, an adorable blush creeping up her cheeks.

The distance between you had always been a challenge, something you discussed often. But if Keira and Laura could manage it and Lucy and Ona, too, then so could you. Your love was strong, and you were lucky enough to see each other at England camps and rare free days.

“I travelled with Lessi and Leah from London to Manchester, but one of them was too clumsy, which is why I had to get new flowers for Alex.”, you explained, smirking.

An innocent smile appeared on Alessia’s lips: “It wasn’t me.”

“That absolutely sounds like something you’d do.”, Ella remarked, eyeing her best friend with theatrical suspicion.

Sheepishly, the blonde replied: “Me? I was innocent!”

“Can we talk about the flowers later?”, Leah cut in impatiently. “How and when did the two of you even get together?”

Even though everyone had been starving just moments ago and the dinner was lovingly decorated with mouth-watering dishes none of them made a move. Right now, their hunger was for answers. Concerning your romance.

Grace ignored their questions, whether on purpose or not, she was still staring at you.

“I didn’t think you would even come…”, she said slowly, as if still trying to make sense of your presence.

You tilted your head with a shy smile and admitted: “Me neither. I thought you might be busy. It’s been a while since we last saw each other.”

“When you didn’t show up…”, Grace started but you never found out what she wanted to say. Leah cut her off.

“Hello? Lovebirds? We want some answers!”, she demanded, snapping the two of you out of the little bubble where only you and Grace seemed to exist.

“Oh.”, Grace said, blinking rapidly in surprise, like she’d only just noticed the rest of the room that there were other people in the room too.

You smiled at her one more time before you tore away your gaze and turned to Leah: “What did you want to know again?”

“How you two met!”

“Obviously through a lionesses camp.”, Grace replied with a wry grin.

Lucy scrunched up her face and gave the two of you a disbelieving look: “Why didn’t we notice? You’re both not very good at keeping secrets.”

You shrugged innocently: “You girls were just really blind.”

“Yeah, you were.”, Grace agreed, chuckling.

Lucy didn’t look impressed. She shook her head: “No, I can see very well now. Even without my glasses.”

The joke was right on the tip of your tongue, ready to be delivery but Khiara beat you to it, a cheeky smirk on her lips: “Are you sure? You’re pretty old.”

Lucy shot the young goalkeeper a challenging look, daring her to say that again.

Alex cut in and pretended to sharply glance at Khiara: “Khi, respect your elders.”

Grace laughed quietly, turning back to you. Her eyes were soft and there was a warm fondness in her voice: “They are so chaotic again.” Then a bit quieter: “But I missed you.”

You beamed at her, pressing another quick kiss to her lips, unnoticed by the rest of the team: “I missed you too. And their chaos.”

“Same, it’s never boring with them.”, she said and took a step behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist. Resting her chin on your shoulder, she held you tightly as the team erupted into a debate about age and respect.

“Not even in four weeks of camp?”, you teased, grinning.

Grace took a moment before declaring: “It’ll be tough, but I’ll be with you. So, it’s going to be alright.”

You didn’t hear the gasps or the jokes still echoing from the table. All you saw was her and the quiet, certain smile that always brought you home.

Grace cleared her throat, a little flustered: “So, uhm... what exactly are we celebrating again?”

“It’s an End-of-Season, Everyone-Is-Healthy, and Euros-Camp-Is-Starting-Soon party!”, Ella chimed in, almost bouncing in her seat.

Grace managed to find a glass and lifted it, grinning: “Cheers to that!”

“I support that too.”, you whispered in her ear, your smile matching hers.

Millie clapped excitedly: “Let’s get this party started!”

“Finally! Mary let’s dance.”, Alessia grinned, dragging the keeper toward the living room, now a makeshift dance floor. Leah had already taken over the speaker, blasting one of her matchday playlists.

Mary shot Leah a look over her shoulder: “Louder!”

Grace leaned in close, her voice low and warm:  “So... dance floor or kitchen?”

You paused, pretending to weigh it up:  “Let’s go to the kitchen.”

“Yes! I’m starving for more kis—” She didn’t get to finish.

“Grace!” Alex cut in sharply, clicking her tongue. “There are children at this table.”

“Do you mean me? Rude.”, Khiara pouted.

Alex gestured broadly at the entire table: “I meant all the children here.”

“Why are you looking at me?!”, Lucy protested, laughing.

You glanced over your shoulder, smiling at the team in all their chaotic glory before slipping into the kitchen.

“Finally, some peace.”, you said.

“I could stay here all night.”, Grace hummed, then kissed you softly, a kiss that said more than words ever could.

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Something Gained - Jackson Avery

Word Count: 1515

Summary: Time never stands still but it flies when sudden things happen, doesn't it?

The Seattle skyline loomed over the bustling city as the rain pattered softly against the windows of Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital.

Inside, the familiar hum of the hospital was interrupted by the echo of high heels against the polished floors.

Heads turned, whispers rippled through the corridors, and eyes widened in surprise as you walked through the front entrance, a determined expression on your face.

It had been a year since you had last stepped foot in Seattle, and even longer since you had seen him.

A lot had changed in that time.

You had left Seattle abruptly, your departure fueled by a mix of heartbreak, confusion, and the need to escape the painful memories.

The wedding of Jo and Alex should have been a happy occasion, a celebration of love, but for you, it had been the final straw.

You and Jackson Avery, the man you had fallen so deeply in love with, had ended things that night in a whirlwind of emotions and misunderstandings.

The pain had been too much to bear, and so you fled, seeking solace far from the city that had been your home.

But now, you were back.

And you weren’t alone.

You glanced down at the baby carrier in your hand, where your three-month-old daughter, slept soundly, oblivious to the storm brewing around you.

You had returned to Seattle with a purpose, a strength that had grown in you during your time away.

You were no longer the broken woman who had left, but a mother with a fierce determination to create a future for your daughter.

As you walked through the hospital, you felt the weight of the stares, the curiosity of your colleagues, and the unspoken questions that hung in the air.

It wasn’t long before you reached the elevators, pressing the button with a shaky hand.

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the inevitable reunion with your past.

The doors slid open, and you stepped inside, the ride up to the surgical floor feeling like an eternity.

The memories of your time here flooded back—countless hours spent in surgery, late-night coffee runs, the friendship of the surgical team, and the undeniable chemistry you had shared with Jackson.

Jackson.

His name alone was enough to send a shiver down your spine, a mixture of longing and pain.

You had tried to move on, to forget him, but he had always been there, a constant presence in your mind.

And now, you would have to face him again.

The elevator dinged, and the doors opened to the familiar sight of the surgical floor.

Nurses and doctors moved quickly through the halls, the sound of beeping monitors and distant conversations filling the air.

You stepped out, your heart pounding in your chest as you made your way toward the nurse’s station.

It didn’t take long for you to spot the familiar faces, Meredith Grey, your long-time friend, was in deep conversation with Bailey.

They both looked up as you approached, their eyes widening in surprise.

“Y/n?” Meredith’s voice was filled with disbelief. “What are you doing here?”

You forced a smile, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “I’m back,” you said simply, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “And… I have someone I’d like you to meet.”

You set the carrier down gently on the counter, revealing the sleeping baby inside.

Meredith and Miranda exchanged a look of shock before their gazes softened as they took in the sight of the tiny infant.

“Oh my God,” Meredith breathed, her eyes locking onto yours. “She’s beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you replied, your voice catching slightly. “Three months so far.”

Bailey’s stern expression softened as she looked at the baby. “Congratulations, y/n. She’s precious.”

“Thank you, Bailey,” you said, your heart swelling with pride as you looked down at your daughter.

Meredith’s eyes narrowed slightly as she studied your face. “Is she…?” She hesitated, as if unsure whether to finish the question.

But you knew what she was asking. “Yes,” you said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. “She’s Jackson’s.”

The silence that followed was deafening, the weight of your words hanging in the air like a heavy cloud.

Meredith and Bailey exchanged another look, this one filled with concern and uncertainty.

“Does he know?” Meredith asked gently.

You shook your head, tears threatening to spill over. “No. He doesn’t know.”

Bailey crossed her arms, her expression a mix of frustration and understanding. “You need to tell him, y/n. He has a right to know.”

“I know,” you replied, your voice trembling. “I just… I didn’t know how. Or when. And now… I’m back, and I have to face him.”

Before Meredith or Bailey could respond, a familiar voice cut through the tension. “Face who?”

Your heart stopped as you turned to see Jackson standing just a few feet away, his eyes locked onto yours.

The world seemed to blur around you, the noise of the hospital fading into the background as you stood frozen in time.

Jackson’s expression was a mix of surprise and confusion, his gaze shifting from you to the baby carrier on the counter.

He took a step closer, his brow furrowing as he took in the sight of the sleeping baby.

“Y/n?” His voice was filled with disbelief. “What’s going on?”

Your mouth went dry, your heart racing as you struggled to find the words.

This was the moment you had been dreading, the moment you had tried to prepare for but could never fully imagine.

“I… I’m back,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jackson’s eyes softened as he looked at you, the confusion giving way to something else—something deeper, more vulnerable. “And… who’s this?”

You swallowed hard, the tears you had been holding back finally spilling over. “She's uh–” you said, your voice breaking. “She’s… she’s our daughter.”

The silence that followed was thick with emotion, the weight of your confession settling over you both like a heavy blanket.

Jackson’s eyes widened, his gaze darting from you to the baby and back again.

“Our… daughter?” His voice was barely audible, filled with a mixture of shock, disbelief, and something else—something that made your heart ache.

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I found out I was pregnant after I left. I… I didn’t know how to tell you. And then… I just couldn’t.”

Jackson took a step closer, his eyes locked onto the tiny form of your daughter, his hand reaching out hesitantly as if afraid to touch her. “She’s… she’s beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

You nodded, tears streaming down your face as you watched him, your heart breaking at the sight of the man you had once loved—still loved—finally meeting your daughter.

“I’m so sorry, Jackson,” you whispered, your voice filled with pain. “I never wanted to keep her from you. I just… I didn’t know how to face you after everything that happened.”

Jackson’s eyes met yours, and in that moment, you saw the depth of his emotions—the hurt, the anger, the confusion, but also the love.

The love that had never truly faded, despite the distance and the time that had passed.

“I should have been there,” he said, his voice shaking. “I should have been there for you, for her. But I didn’t even know…”

You shook your head, fresh tears falling. “It’s not your fault. I made a choice, and I’ve regretted it every day since.”

Jackson’s hand finally made contact with your daughter's tiny fingers, and as he gently held her hand, a single tear slid down his cheek. “She’s perfect,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. “And she’s ours.”

The sight of Jackson holding your daughter’s hand was almost too much for you to bear.

You had imagined this moment so many times, but it had never been this raw, this real.

“Can we… can we start over?” Jackson asked, his voice breaking the silence. “For her? For us?”

You looked into his eyes, seeing the hope, the desperation, and the love that had always been there.

It was a moment of clarity, of understanding, and you knew that despite everything that had happened, despite all the pain and the mistakes, you couldn’t walk away from him again.

“I’d like that,” you whispered, your voice filled with a tentative hope. “I’d like that very much.”

Jackson nodded, a small, tentative smile forming on his lips.

He reached out, gently brushing a tear from your cheek. “We’ll figure this out,” he said, his voice filled with determination. “Together.”

You nodded, your heart swelling with a mixture of fear and hope. “Together.”

As you stood there, your daughter sleeping peacefully between you, the noise of the hospital gradually returned, the world slowly coming back into focus.

The future was uncertain, and there were still so many challenges ahead, but for the first time in a long time, you felt a sense of peace.

You had a long road ahead of you, but you would face it together—one step at a time.

And this time, you wouldn’t let go.

[pensbridge]

Honestly, the 5 love languages are cool and all, but superior and an instant indicator for my all time faves is the 6th and imaginative form: Banter.

[andloveisenough]

I feel like so many critics are angry about the Civil War movie 'not taking a stand' but I think that misses the point. This was not gonna be a movie about "this side good, that side bad". On the ground, war is hardly political. The 'looters' being strung up ("knew him in high school, he barely talked to me, now he does"), the two soldiers pinned down by a sniper with christmas background music, Jesse Plemons' character picking them off one by one, the Global Relief Fund camp, etc. This wasn't necessarily about (American) politics, why the civil war broke out, or how the various alliances came about. This was about war on the ground, on the streets, the role of journalists in showing that, are they complicit or not, how much must you sacrifice for the money shot, is there a 'right' meaning we can draw from their images?

To me it was actually a very effective and thought-provoking anti-war movie. (Also the cast and cinematography were both phenomenal.)

[room-665]

Jahaa, jaa-a, you think there's a dog buried in this?

[diiebu]

Small chibi requests I did!

[preathuswnt]

win champions league then after party gets jess glynne on the mic

[conanssummerchild]

dean in a-tisket, a-tasket telling lorelai jess is gonna get rory into trouble and then the next scene is literally jess and rory sitting on the bridge talking about books while jess stares at rory with heart eyes. he's a step away from twirling his hair and kicking his feet, come on

[intheupside]