Endlessly

Endlessly

Pairing: Jennie x Fem!Reader

Summary: After a fateful encounter steals you away from Jennie, you come to realize it might not mark the end for your love.

Word Count: ~ 8,358

Warnings / Misc. -- Death, Depression, Angst, Healing, Fluff (Happy Ending)

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hey everyone! Hope you enjoy this one :) 💜 I just recently finished watching Goblin, and it inspired me to write this 😌🤘

(Note: In a later piece of dialogue, a Jamie Anderson quote is used as inspiration. The dialogue is basically the same as the quote from her, just with a few extra words.)

》》》 Happy Reading ❤️‍🔥🌹《《《

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The burning, jagged path that the bullet etched into you wasn't what hurt. To be honest, at that point, you couldn't feel much anymore; the adrenaline was overpowering.

But what did hurt, what made your heart ache, deeply and irrevocably, was knowing that Jennie was there to witness it all. 

Her dark eyes were washed in a new gleam of horror as you fell to your knees, helplessly gasping for air but only managing to draw in short bursts of it. She watched as blood soaked a circle into the fibers of your shirt, deep crimson sprawling across your abdomen at an alarming rate. 

But you just looked on, smiling a bittersweet smile at her. She would be safe now, thanks to your sacrifice, and you could die peacefully knowing that. 

Your vision began to blur then, turning hazy and closing in upon itself. Dizziness racked your body, soon sending you falling onto your side. The ground was harsh, unforgiving -- you'll never forget how it felt beneath your fingertips. How cold and final it was; that you knew then you had arrived at your place of departure from this Earth. 

It was a terrifying reality to attempt to grasp all at once, but Jennie was by your side before you could get too scared. Her warm hands chased the fears from your mind as she touched your forehead, clearing your hair out of your face.

"Y-Y/N…" her voice broke, just the same as her heart. 

"I know," you soothed, bringing a hand up to wrap around her wrist. Some blood got on her in the process, and part of you regretted touching her because of it. 

Your free hand stayed in front of you, applying pressure to the wound in your stomach in order to buy some more time.

"I'm not hurting, jagi." 

It was a lie, of course, but with good reason. The hopeless look in her eyes was more painful than what you were experiencing anyway, and you'd have said anything to make her feel better.

Merely two feet away, the mugger that you fended off laid in a heap of filth and ruin. The gun that he shot you with rested on the ground, his fingers no longer tightly curled around its handle. The life had already drained from his eyes a few seconds prior as he succumbed to his injuries, thanks to your efforts.

Jennie's brows lifted in realization. "I'll call an ambulance," she declared, sitting up on her knees to retrieve her cell phone from her purse. Tears streamed freely down her cheeks, each droplet bitter and filled with budding grief. 

But you held onto her, stopping her and silently shaking your head when she glanced down at you in a rush. 

"Just be with me," you asked softly, knowing it wouldn't do any good to waste time calling. The nearest hospital was halfway across town, and you had a couple minutes or so left at best. 

How could you possibly say everything you wanted to in such a short time frame?

"Y/N, please," she sobbed, voice hoarse. "I have to try."

An overwhelming taste of iron filled your mouth, but you swallowed it down the best you could before responding. 

"We both know it won't w-work," you managed out through gritted teeth. 

She shook her head and cursed into the night air before turning to look at you. 

"Alright, baby," she relented, cupping your cheek. Her free hand was at the side of your head, her palm pressing into the rough concrete as she held herself up. She felt like collapsing, then, and dying right along with you. 

If all of her couldn't, a piece of her surely would. 

"I'm right here; I won't go anywhere else. Right here, Y/N/N." The words fell from her lips like a mantra as she pressed her forehead against yours. 

"I love you to the moon and back, Nini. I always have," you admitted, thinking back to the first time you realized you were in love. 

"And I know this looks bad," a cough momentarily interrupted you, but you persisted, "but I'll find you in the next life. We'll be together there, baby, and we'll grow old…" 

A pitiful whimper left her at that, and she sank down defeatedly. 

"It'll be great, Jennie. I promise." You brought a bloody hand up to her cheek and turned her head so you could look up into her eyes. "Live a long, happy life here, for me. I'll be waiting on the other side." 

She nodded, barely able to see you anymore from the blur of her tears. But she blinked them away, not wanting to lose a second with you. 

You coughed again, the sound deep and ominous, and were left with a sort of wheeze when it subsided. You both knew your time was dwindling. 

"Kiss m--"

She had the same thought as you, and her lips were on yours before you could even finish the request. 

Her cherry lip balm flooded your fading senses, cutting through the dullness to send you off with one last parting gift. It tasted uniquely like her, and it smelled like fresh Maraschinos.

Memories flashed through your aching mind in a mix of colors and sounds, blending with one another to create the story of your short life. A tear rolled down the side of your face, dampening a piece of your hair that laid against the ground. 

Your hands pulled her in closer as you kissed her, desperately wanting to give her something to remember you by in the interim. 

Her lips were warm and demanding as they slid against yours, offering their safe touch. Demanding you to fight a little longer. To kiss her a little harder. To somehow pull through, when she knew in her heart it was futile. 

Neither of you stopped until your kisses became a little weaker, unable to match the strength of her own. 

"Remember the good times, Jen," you pleaded a few seconds later, voice breathy. "I'll always be with you." 

More sobs wracked through her body as she hugged you close, clinging to you like never before. She whispered remedies in your ear to rival your broken groans of pain. 

Your eyes began to glaze over, and you felt warm all over. It was a strange sensation, but you smiled bittersweetly. You had always been afraid of being cold when you left. 

"I don't have any regrets, jagi," you said lowly, barely any energy left. Your responses were slowing down. 

"You gave me enough happiness to last a lifetime. Thank you." 

Her throat felt like it was closing, and she struggled to breathe. Inklings of a potential panic attack rose up in her, but she suppressed them as best she could. The last thing you needed was to worry on your way out. 

More of her tears fell against your neck, where her head was nestled. 

"I've loved you since our first date, Y/N," she sniffled. "I waited my whole life to find you, and you were worth every second." 

A smile found its way to your lips, slowly but surely, and rested there. 

"But now I'll have to miss you longer than I've known you. How am I supposed to cope?" She was defeated.

"I won't be very far," your voice had fallen to just above a whisper, barely even able to be classified as such.

Her hand rested against your collarbone, gripping the material of your shirt with such miserable tenacity that you wondered for a second if it was enough to keep you on Earth. 

An ambulance siren rang out in the distance, lonely and faraway. It might as well have been on Mars.

"Just smile when you think of me. You know how much I love your sm…."

Jennie's eyes shot open as you went silent. 

So, it seemed, her hold wasn't quite strong enough to tether you down. 

"Y/N?" She asked, sitting up. The small smile from before was still on your face, and your eyes were shut. Your color was gone, leaving your skin pale and void of the vibrancy you always possessed. 

"Y/N, no." She shook her head. "No. You're not gone yet. Not like this." 

She looked down at your stomach, where your blood-drenched hand had fallen away from your wound, only slightly concealing it at that point. She laid your arm down at your side, grimacing at the bullet hole once it was fully revealed. A few gashes marked your skin as well, cut in random patterns. They were made by the assailant's knife when you first put yourself between the two of them, prepared to defend Jennie with your life. When you had eventually wrestled it away from him, he cowardly took his gun from his waistline. 

You hadn't even had time to flinch.

Her shattered gaze retreated back up to your face. It was still hauntingly beautiful, somehow. Just like Juliet's. 

Did that make her Romeo, then? 

"The ambulance isn't far away, baby. Come on. Stay with me." 

She sat down beside you and pulled you in, silently asking herself why she hadn't done that in the first place. You deserved to be comfortable, and she hadn't even given you that. 

Regret number one. 

"Come on, baby," she cried, watching as your head lulled back when she pulled you closer. 

"Y/N, please." Her forehead pressed to the exposed area of your chest, feeling the last remnants of your warmth fade out. The beats of your failing heart had already stopped, and she felt her own wavering when she realized that. 

And so, there you sat. Your final resting place. Her breaths turned to hiccups as she struggled to keep a steady rhythm going, hyper aware of every intake and outtake of her own in the absence of yours. 

She was inconsolable as the ambulance arrived ten minutes later, and she wouldn't let go of you. Her tears poured like rain, and she felt that they would never stop. 

Her love was gone. Totally and absolutely. 

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*an unclear amount of time later*

You awake with a wretched gasp, clutching your abdomen tightly. 

Disorientation is prevalent among your senses for several seconds, but it eventually begins to subside. You find yourself in the middle of a room once it does. 

The space around you is bright, but not clinically so. It's aura, more specifically, is light. It appears to be painted some soft shade of white, and it's void of any furniture or signifiers of human presence. 

Cautiously, you sit up. A door catches your eye from across the room; it's made of a sleek material completely different from everything else. A sign rests above it, reading "The In-Between."

Upon glancing down at yourself, you find that you still have on the outfit from the night of your death. There's no blood in sight, though, and the material has rid itself of any gashes or holes you earned back then. 

You smile momentarily, feeling true comfort in the absence of pain. 

A few seconds later, you hear a knock at the door. A woman opens it and steps through shortly after, bowing her head in greeting. 

You sit up straighter to receive it and reciprocate as she approaches you. 

Her dark, golden brown hair forms a natural afro; its curls are vibrant and beautiful, and they bounce lightly with every step she takes. Her skin is tanned, a mix of chestnut brown and sepia, and it contrasts wonderfully with the mild-colored tunic and pants that she wears.

Her hazel eyes, flickering with accents of green and mahogany, land on you. 

A dark folder is clutched in her hand. 

"Hello, Y/N. My name is Aniela, and I'm your assigned spirit guide." 

"Spirit guide?" You ask, brows furrowing slightly. 

She nods, having done this a million times before. You're by no means the first spirit she's had to introduce to this whole system. 

"We're tasked with helping souls cross over to the afterlife in peace." 

You glance down, taking the information in. 

"I see that you lived a courageous life," she notes, flipping through the pages of her folder. She flicks her index finger up into the air, and a desk appears in the room. Two chairs sit on either side of it as well, ready for you. 

"But since your death was a violent one, certain dues must be paid for you to gain peace." 

She extends a hand to you, and you allow her to help you up. She leads you to the chairs, where both of you sit. 

"Like what?" You ask, settling back into the cushions of the chair. 

"There are two types of errands that spirits have to tend to. First: personal matters of their heart." She puts the folder on the desk and clasps her hands together on top of it. 

"I can sense that you still have more you want to say to someone." She briefly closes her eyes, searching for something in her mind. 

"Jennie, right?" 

"Yes, that's right." 

She nods. "The second type is a matter of restoring the balance of the universe. Because you took a life before you died -- though it was in self defense -- you have to make amends for it. You have to help someone on Earth find closure before you can have it yourself." 

"How do I know who to help?" You ask curiously. 

"Considering you were protecting someone before your death, you've earned the right to choose who you help. That's our policy here." She explains.

You don't hesitate to speak your reply. "Then I choose Jennie."

"I figured as much," a light smile shows on her lips as she opens the folder, "so I went ahead and prepared the paperwork to put that in motion." 

"Jennie will become a part of what we call the Kulmis. This is the network of people on Earth that spirits here are looking after. You'll be tasked with helping her move on; once you've accomplished that, you can do so as well." 

Part of you wonders if this is all some wild dream that your dying mind had given you on the way out. After all, this entire place is totally foreign; no religion that you'd ever heard of had anything like this. 

Aniela can tell that you're struggling to process it all. 

"I know it's a lot to take in, and it may be a while before you adjust to this new routine. But I'll be with you every step of the way, and all you have to do is ask me if you have questions."

You nod again, taking a deep breath. The sensation is odd now, though; you can still breathe, but you lack the need to. You wonder if this body of yours is even really one at all. 

"What happens now?"

"You'll be sent back to Earth to complete your job. You're essentially a ghost now; you have the ability to manipulate and influence things around you, but people can't see you. Certain activities tax your energy more than others, so be careful not to influence too much all at once." 

You think for a moment. "How do I regain my energy?" 

"You just have to wait. It'll come back with time." She explains. 

"Will you be there with me?" Your fingers fidget in your lap.

She shakes her head, lips pressed in a line. "I have to stay here. We're not permitted to exist there on Earth, but I can still sense if you need me. All you have to do is ask a question, and I can still answer you." 

"Can people hear me speak?" 

She tilts her head slightly, curls following the movement. "That depends on intent. If you're asking me something, then no. But if you're actively using your energy to say something to them, it's possible. Some spirits call it a waste, though." She looks down momentarily. 

"Why?" 

"Sometimes your words will barely be audible no matter how loud you try to make them. It's a lottery that takes a large amount of energy from spirits; a lot of people have decided not to even try it." Her expression turns a little solemn at that. 

"I understand. Thank you for the help." 

Her long lashes flutter as she looks back up at you, smiling the tiniest bit. She hopes that your case will be one of the successful ones. 

"Do I go back now?" You ask, glancing around the room. 

She nods, standing. "I'll send you back. Just come here." She motions for you to meet her at the side of the desk, and you follow her instructions. 

"Put your right hand over your heart and close your eyes, please." 

You do, and she flicks her hands out at her sides. A strong, blue flame is emitted from her palms, swirling in a magical dance. She brings them to hover over your arm, trailing from your elbow to your heart. 

"Be well, my friend. I'll see you again in the future." 

She presses a hand against yours and touches your forehead with the other, casting you out. 

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Earth, 2022 -- 9:27 PM

Seoul, SK

You wake again with a start, feeling as if your whole body has been jolted with the most powerful force in existence. A few coughs leave you as you stand up, brushing yourself off and taming your hair. 

You're in an alleyway between a bar and restaurant in downtown Seoul. The ground is grimy, and you cringe at the fact that you were laying on it just a moment ago. 

"Really, Aniela? Couldn't have spawned me upright?"

In her office, she grins. You're already complaining and you haven't even been back for a minute. 

"Sorry, Y/N. Maybe next time I'll remember to do that." 

You scoff, but you're secretly smiling. You hope she can't tell, because you don't want to give her the satisfaction.

Your feet lead you towards the light of the city as you emerge from the dark alley, and you find comfort in the familiar setting. People mingle about, stopping by the street stands to get food as shopping bags hang on their arms. Teenagers dressed in their uniforms gossip and laugh, shoving each other on their way home. A few children hold their mother's hands, their eyes open wide and filled with wonder as they look around. 

In some ways, you feel just like them right now.

The sounds of the city grow into a lively chorus as you shove your hands into your pockets and begin walking through it all. 

--

Jennie's Apartment

As soon as you arrive in front of Jennie's apartment building -- where the two of you used to live together -- a strange chill runs up your spine. It makes you feel cold, but you do your best to shake it off. 

The light of her bedroom is on, glowing out into the night through the shade that's drawn in the window. Shadows of movement come from inside, and a few seconds later, the window opens. 

You perk up, subconsciously taking a step forward as you gaze up at her. Your shoes make a soft crunch against the road as you do so. 

She pushes the pane up and locks it in place before sitting down on the sill. Her feet dangle outside of it, hovering a couple feet above the metal landing of the fire escape. So many tears shine in her eyes that you can see them glistening from where you are. 

A heavy sigh falls from her lips, shuddered and poignant. Your chest aches at the sound - literally - and you bring a hand up to your heart to try to rub it away. 

"Hey, baby. It's me again," she says quietly, taking something from the desk that sits next to her, just inside the room. You step closer again, only to find that she's holding a picture.

A framed picture, so be precise, of the two of you. It was taken on your four year anniversary, just three months ago. You remember how much she cherishes that photo. 

Her head hangs defeatedly as she runs a finger over the curve of your jaw, a whole new batch of tears brimming. She sniffles, and you shut your eyes, whispering a quiet wish to be up there with her. 

When you open them again, you find that you are. 

How the hell that had just happened, you have no clue. This new way of life will definitely take some getting used to, but you can find out how to navigate it later. For now, you conceal your shock; you want to be here for Jennie in any way you can. 

Now on the landing in front of her, your fingers curl around the railing. She holds all of your attention and she doesn't even know it. 

"I really miss you," she sobs, her voice hoarse from all the crying she's been doing, and turns to bury her face in the crook of her elbow. Her body jumps and twitches as her erratic breathing intensifies, breaking your heart even more. 

A couple minutes pass before she's calmed down enough to talk again. 

"The girls have been checking up on me everyday," she says, and you're relieved. You've been worried sick. 

"They miss you, too. I saw Jisoo cry for the second time in my life yesterday. We were talking about you when it started, and then she told me about a present she never got to give to you. I guess she had planned to bring it over on her next day off of work, but you…" she trails off, and you know what she means. 

You died before Jisoo could give it to you. 

Clearly Jennie can't even bring herself to say that you died. She's nowhere close to closure. 

You set your jaw and step forward, getting a better look at her. Her nose is a bright shade of red, her clothes are mussed and disheveled, and you can practically see a dark cloud hanging over her. The area under her eyes is adorned with dark circles -- evidence of the sleep she's lost since you left. 

Your eyes drift down her body and eventually land on her watch. Wanting to test something, you tap its surface and hope that you're capable of turning it on.

Sure enough, you are. 

Jennie glances down at it, just like you. She probably thinks she got a notification.

When you look at the date and time displayed there, you realize just how long you've been gone. 

2 weeks.

That's simultaneously surprising and… expected. When you met Aniela, it felt like a mere few seconds after your death. But when you entered the city again, you could feel that it had begun to grow and continue on without you. Its energy has begun to shift to something new that you haven't been here to witness. 

It's an odd thing, but it's undeniable. 

"Lisa and Rosie are just as bad," she starts up again, turning herself sideways in the window and tucking her legs in close to her chest. "And your family-- God… telling them what happened was terrible." 

A frown hangs heavy on your face at the thought of that. You're not sure if you're able to visit anyone else since you chose Jennie as your Kulmis. 

"But I'm barely hanging on, Y/N." 

Your head snaps up at that. 

"I don't feel like eating or doing anything… this is awful," she sets the picture in her lap and covers her face, allowing her head to push back against the wall. Her muffled cries bleed out into the night air, echoing among the quiet. 

"I've barely gotten out of bed these past few days. I thought things would get a little easier after your funeral, but it's only been harder." Her voice is haunting, filled with unprocessed grief. 

You can't take it anymore. Seeing her so broken is doing the same to you. 

You step forward and pull yourself up into the window. Your legs straddle either side of it as you settle down, and you move to touch her. 

Maybe, since you can manipulate things, she'll be able to sense your presence at the very least.

When your palm makes contact with her knee, you can barely feel her. If you push too hard, your hand goes right through her. 

Keeping this in mind, you scoot forward and wrap your arms around her, but just barely. Your hold is loose, but it holds all the love and comfort that you have to give to her. 

"I love you," you say, wanting to cry right along with her. You close your eyes as your heart makes a wish.

"Help her feel me, Aniela. Please. Let her know I'm here with her." 

You press into her a little more when suddenly your body begins to hum. It's gentle but consistent, and you have no choice but to just let it happen. 

Once it subsides, you pull away slightly. 

Jennie's attention is caught by something outside, on the roof of the next building over, and you follow her line of sight to discover what it is. 

An owl. (Thanks to an online quiz you once did with her for fun, you found that your "spirit animal" is that exact type of owl. Hers is a cat.)

Go figure. 

She laughs lightly through her tears, shaking her head. 

A few seconds later, she speaks. "Thanks for checking in, baby. I'll try to rest now." 

You step out onto the landing as she climbs back into the room, parting ways yet again. She sends a whispered I love you up to the stars before shutting the window behind herself, and you lean back against the railing with a sigh. 

This is going to be daunting. 

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Five Days Later

You've fallen into a sort of rhythm with Jennie over the past few days: you watch over her while she works, and spend the evenings with her out on the window. She apologizes for new regrets each time, declares her love and pain, confesses things she wanted to tell you… she talks like you're really there with her, and you're thankful for that. 

You're hoping that the whole process of it is helping her heal. 

You've sent her as many signs of your presence as Aniela is capable of helping you with, and you've manipulated things to brighten her day. 

Sometimes you'll subtly pull the curtain back when you sense that she's getting chilly and allow the warm sunlight to reach her skin. 

Other times, if she's misplaced something, you'll find it and put it somewhere easy for her to discover. You always love seeing her celebrate when she locates it, and Aniela can sense it too. She's awarded a moment of happiness -- something she can't get enough of right now. 

But one day, this whole routine came crashing down, crumbling in upon itself like a house of cards. All at once, with one phone call, Jennie's progress was stripped away from her.

It was from an insurance company that hadn't caught wind of your death yet, and Jennie was forced to relay the details for their report so she could close the account. 

The seemingly insignificant interaction proved devastating, though, as she grew emotional on the telephone. You held her from behind, telling her to stay strong with every ounce of energy you possessed. She managed to make it through, but she retreated back into herself when it was over. 

Her bedroom became her haven, and you pulled her in as close as you could as she cried. 

That night, she didn't go out to the window. She stayed in bed, rolled amongst the sheets, as she entered into a cycle of crying and sleeping. The tears only stopped when she was unconscious, and her body used that time to refill its reserves, evidently. 

A haze settled over her; a fog in her mind, blurring any sense of when one ended and the other began. It was an incessant, gut wrenching despair that you were helpless in stopping.

All night -- well into the AM, really -- she sobbed. The call had reopened wounds that were just beginning to heal, and it's always then that it hurts the most. Old wounds are tougher, a little more resilient. But new ones lack even the idea of that. 

She was left in a renewed state of sorrow, now, and you could do nothing but watch. You feared that sending her a sign would throw her over the edge or make her more upset, so you refrained. 

And, darkly, you didn't really know what kind of headspace she was in at that point. Her doctor had given her some antidepressants and sleeping pills to cope with your death, and she'd been eyeing them from time to time. Her body ached for release, for the tension to be relieved; but you stayed by her side and did your best to fight her demons with her. 

You'd never forgive yourself if she did something like that on your watch. 

When she had fallen asleep on that sixth night, you stepped outside to get some air. You could feel that same, ominous chill you first felt when you arrived, and it did nothing to comfort you. 

It felt like a warning sign, and you knew then that you had to reach out for guidance. 

"This isn't working, Aniela. She's getting worse now." 

In the In-Between, Aniela was filling out some forms before her next meeting commenced. She'd be discussing the endeavors of all of her spirits and how their Kulmis are doing. Including you and Jennie. 

She finished writing something down on the sheet in front of her before responding. 

"Is there anything you used to do to calm her down?" She suggested, thinking. 

"Nothing that I haven't already tried; we've exhausted our options." You shook your head. "But there has to be something else." 

She took a deep breath, considering every tool she had at her disposal. Spirit guides are strictly prohibited from interfering with human life in any way, seeing as how it can alter the course of nature and affect other people's futures as well. But what she could do, what she knew was a potential option, required approval from her boss. 

She replayed the memories of your interactions with Jennie, remembering how hard you'd been trying to help her obtain the closure that she needs. She's watched every meeting you've had with her, and your effort has been clear every time. 

She knew what she had to do. 

"Y/N, I'll contact you again in about two hours. I have a meeting with my boss, but I have a plan to help you and Jennie. I'll do my best to make it work. Just give me that time." 

"Alright, Aniela. Thank you."

With that you settled at the end of Jennie's bed, tissues and water on hand for when she would eventually wake up. 

*******

Two Hours Later

Likely from your lack of available energy, you fell asleep. The time was needed to recharge your powers, if you want to call them that, and you awoke feeling a little lighter. 

Now, you're communicating with Aniela again as Jennie sluggishly fixes some instant ramen for herself in the kitchen. 

Glimmers of moonlight flit into the apartment through the blinds of the living room window, but the majority of the space around you is dark. The kitchen light above Jennie is on, though, showering her in a soft golden hue.

"I talked things over with my boss, and she's allowing me to commit a Code Green for one night only." Aniela says.

"Code Green? You ask, curious but willing to accept any help you can get.

"She's witnessed your efforts, and she doesn't want Jennie to join us anytime soon. So she's letting me make you visible for one night." 

You stop the pacing you had been doing, and Kuma tilts his head at you from his bed. 

"You can do that?" You're in disbelief. 

"Only under extreme circumstances -- which my boss has deemed this as such." 

"So I'll be like a human, basically?" 

She shrugs, though you can't see it. "More or less." 

"Are you sure she won't have a heart attack or something?" You ask, not wanting to be the reason that Jennie ends up like you. 

Aniela grins at your innocent question, putting her fingers against her lips to stifle a laugh. "I don't think that'll happen. She might pass out, though, so be sure to catch her." She teases, hoping to lighten the mood some. 

"I don't know how to properly thank you," you confess softly, sincerity riding the tones of your voice. 

"You don't need to. I already know, Y/N/N." 

She feels a sense of accomplishment at what she managed to pull off. Convincing her boss took some serious effort, but she'd do it a million times over to ensure that you and Jennie both get the happy ending you deserve. 

She's seen more than enough suffering in her many years as a guide. 

"Just get in position again and leave the rest to me." 

You listen, putting your hand over your heart and closing your eyes. 

"This will wear off in 12 hours, so spend them wisely. We'll talk again then," she explains. 

You nod and thank her again before the transformation begins.

***

A million, tiny pricks all jab into your body at once, but the feeling is over before you can even make a sound of discomfort. You look around, finding that you're right where you were before. 

Kuma barks a few times when you lock eyes with him, his tail beginning to wag as he stands up. But you hold a finger up to your lips as your eyes go wide, silently begging him to be quiet. 

Jennie sends out a half-hearted response for him to do the same, and he listens...

For a minute.

She brings the heat down to simmer as she shuffles to the cabinet to grab a bowl, and you hold your breath. 

Should you hide? 

She doesn't notice you, thankfully, and she returns to her food. A handful of seared chicken is quickly shredded, and she puts it in the bottom of the bowl. Next, she turns the burner off and drains some of the water from her noodles. 

When she moves back towards her bowl, you notice that she's wearing the cat slippers that you bought her for her birthday. 

You smile bittersweetly, and Kuma notices. 

In a span of 30 seconds, just about everything that could possibly go wrong, goes wrong.

Kuma barks again, but this time he doesn't heed Jennie's command for him to quiet down. He leaves his bed and approaches you in a flurry of moving fur, and jumps into your arms. You catch him, causing Jennie to turn around to see what's going on. 

She locks eyes with you, and in an instant she's on the floor. 

"Told you so," Aniela chuckles.

You panic and shout a curse before plopping Kuma back down and running to her. 

You waste no time in carrying her over to the couch and propping her feet up to help her recover faster. You rush back to the sink and wet a rag before returning to her side. 

"Shit, Jennie," you tut, wiping her face and neck down. "I didn't mean to scare you." 

She groans after a minute and begins to stir, thanks to your careful ministrations. 

"Am I dead?" She asks, voice small as she peeks an eye open before quickly closing it again. 

"No," you laugh, smiling. You've missed her. 

"Then how…" she asks, opening her eyes to look at you. Her hand cups your cheek, feeling your soft skin against her palm again. Tears brim her eyes instantly; her lip quivers. 

"I'm dreaming." She tells herself, let down. 

"No, you aren't," you assure her, brushing her hair out of her face. "This is a long story," you say, motioning to yourself, "but I'm ready to tell it all." 

She nods, still woozy and 85% sure that this is some cruel fever dream that her mind has concocted, but she sits up nonetheless. Even if it is a dream, she doesn't think it can make her sadder than she already is.

You sit down beside her and tell her everything you've experienced since your death. Of course, you omit the harsher details, wanting more than anything to spare her and blind her from a little bit of reality. 

In turn, she asks questions and attempts to wrap her brain around all of the info you give, just as you had done before. 

In half an hour, you're finished.

Her hands reach out to hold you, and you offer your body to her willingly, slotting yourself against her when she pulls you in. Your legs wrap around her waist, and your arms hang loosely around her neck. 

"I've missed you so much," she frowns, looking down at your lap.

"I know, baby; I've seen it all, and I've been right by your side. Could you feel me?" You try not to sound too hopeful, just in case she says no. 

"I think so, yeah," she says, looking into your eyes. "I felt a little colder, sometimes, when I thought about you. The atmosphere felt a little different, too; like I wasn't alone." 

Your shoulders relax some, a little tension vanishing. 

"I'm glad, jagi." You bring a hand to caress her cheek like you've done a million times before, but it seems to strike a nerve. 

Barely-dormant tears now brim again, threatening to spill at any second.

"If I had just given the guy my purse, you'd still be here right now." She laments, blaming herself again. 

"Stop, baby. Don't think like that," you soothe, wiping her tears away. "We have no idea what would've happened then, and getting caught up on the what-ifs isn't going to solve anything. None of what happened is your fault." 

Her brown eyes shimmer as she looks at you. Even now, she's beautiful in every way.

"Even knowing what I know now, I'd do what I did all over again to keep you safe. You have to stop blaming yourself, Jen." 

Her hands subconsciously tighten in the material of your shirt, where they rest against your back. 

"You have to let go of all this pain and regret," you command softly, letting your eyes track all over her face. You'll never get tired of seeing her. "I'm not asking you to forget about me or be okay with what happened, but I need you to accept it and start moving forward."

"All this grief you feel," you say, putting a hand over her heart, "is love that has no place to go. Please don't waste it on this; use it to make all kinds of happy memories in this lifetime. Live every second you've got left to the fullest, and tell me about all of it when we meet again."

Some tears fall from your eyes now as well, and you're a bit shocked; you hadn't expected to have that ability. 

Jennie dries them with her thumbs before holding your face in her hands. You melt into her touch, missing her simple embrace more than words can express. 

"I have no idea how I'm going to do this without you, Y/N, but I'll try; okay? I'll do all the things we wanted to and probably cry the whole time. I'll order new foods at our favorite restaurants and wonder if you'd have liked them. And I'll ache at every new thing I discover about myself that I want to share with you. I'll do it because I love you; not because I think it'll be easy." 

"That's more than enough for me, baby. I just need you to take care of yourself, and ask for help when you need it. You know the girls will always be there for you, and our families are just a call away. Don't let this pain win, okay?" You ask, more tears brimming. 

"Don't let my life culminate with my death. We had too many good times for that one moment to speak for me. I'm not my death, Jennie," you assure her, hoping your message resonates. 

"I'm every kiss we ever shared. Every hug and apology that I ever spoke. Every laugh, every shout, and every single minute I spent on Earth. Remember me like that, okay?" 

She falls into your arms before another sob wracks through her, overcome with emotion; you rub her back and hold her tight. Your shirt grows wet from her tears, sticking to you; but you welcome the sensation. It serves as evidence that you're really here right now, and that this isn't just a figment of your imagination. 

Her nails dig into the skin of your back as she cries, but you don't mind. You stay like that until her breathing evens out some, on its way to reaching normalcy.

"How long can you stay?" She sniffles, getting the question out after a minute or two.

"For the night." You glance at the clock on the coffee table. "About 11 hours now, to be exact." 

She nods against your shoulder, not letting you go. "Then can we cuddle for a while? I need you to hold me like before again." 

"Of course, my love." Your hands fall to her thighs, slipping beneath them as you stand up and hoist her into your arms. Your hold is strong and steady, just like always, and she sinks into it as you carry her to the bedroom. She can still smell your perfume on your neck (courtesy of Aniela's workings), and she's comforted by that. 

Your lips brush against her temple. "I'll heat up your food for you in a little while, okay? We've gotta make sure you eat well." 

Her voice is soft as she speaks her reply: "Okay, baby." She settles into your body a little more, and her hair falls across your shoulder in the process. 

You shut the bedroom door with your foot before laying her down on the bed, where she remains wrapped around you. Neither of you move for a while; you lay on your back with her in your arms, legs entangled. Your hands roam up and down her back in lazy patterns until she loosens her grip a little, sleep beginning to weigh on her exhausted body.

You roll over and ease her onto the mattress, careful not to disturb her. She hums slightly in response, pressing herself into the comforter.

Your angel, so precious and mild, is finally making some progress. Her swollen features are beginning to return to normal, and their redness is lightening. 

She reaches for you and you slide in next to her without question.

"Kiss me," she requests, her eyes still closed. 

You smile before leaning in, feeling her do the same as your lips meet. It's soft and slow; an intimate pace set. She takes her time, reveling in the ways that you respond to her and finding solace in your touch. Every second like this with you is a blessing, and she wants to make them count.

So, she pulls you a little closer. Kisses you a little harder. And pushes away the reality of your impending departure. 

You have the next few hours to do whatever you want with, and she thanks her lucky stars for that gift. You'll make memories to last a lifetime, if you have to.

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The In-Between

Hours later, you wind up back in what you now know as Aniela's office. 

She opens the door and smiles, greeting you. Her heels click against the pristine floor, announcing her path to her desk with each footfall; but you stand up and stop her before she can make it there. 

Your arms wrap around her in a gracious hug, tightening when she reciprocates the gesture. 

"What's this for?" She asks, slightly taken aback.

"Everything. You've done more for me than I ever could have imagined. Thank you."

She rubs your back and presses her cheek to your head, appreciating the sudden show of affection more than you even realize. She can't remember the last time she had a proper hug.

"Seeing you happy makes it worth it, Y/N. I'm glad it all worked out." 

She pulls away, smiling at you.

You nod, agreeing as you join her at the desk. 

"What did you two do anyway?" She plays, quirking an inquisitive brow.

You smile to yourself, blushing at the memories. "I'd prefer not to say." 

She surrenders, raising her hands humorously. "I understand. I might barf if I heard it anyway," she covers her mouth, pretending to gag.

"Yeah, yeah," you roll your eyes, laughing.

You trade a few more jokes while she fills out a piece of paperwork. 

"Damn," you say, peeking at it. "The afterlife sure does have a lot of this." 

"No, this is all so you can get into the afterlife. The storm before the calm," she corrects. 

"Touché." 

She signs her name at the bottom before turning it around to you. She outstretches a pen directly after. 

"Just sign at the bottom whenever you're ready. I'll be sending you over after this."

You nod singularly, feeling a bit sad all of a sudden. You've grown fond of Aniela since meeting her, and the unknown that lies before you is still scary, no matter how much comfort she tries to provide. 

The prospect of leaving Jennie for good doesn't make things any easier, either. 

"I know it's upsetting, Y/N/N," she mitigates, putting a hand on top of yours. "But you deserve this peace. Saying goodbye to all of this is never easy, but you'll be happy there, too, in ways you couldn't be here. I promise."

"I'm just gonna miss this." 

"I know. And everyone and everything will miss you as well. Including me," she adds softly, squeezing your hand.

"But you won't be forgotten here, and if fate decides for all of us to meet again, we will. Things will fall into place in time. You just have to be patient." 

"Alright," you sigh, releasing your worries for the universe to deal with. You sign your name and stand, giving Aniela another warm hug. 

"Be well, Y/N/N. I've loved knowing you." 

Those are the last words you hear before leaving her arms and crossing over into the afterlife. 

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♡  Bonus ♡

The Next Life, Years Later

Los Angeles, CA -- 10:24 AM

For once in the many years of California's history, traffic is actually moving quickly. 

It's not backed up, somehow, and Jennie is convinced that the darker workings of the universe are pulling some strings to make that happen. 

Why is that a bad thing, you ask?

Because despite the effort that Jennie's short legs are putting into each and every pump they make against the sidewalk, her pursuit of the city bus is proving fruitless. It speeds off faster than she's ever seen in go, and she curses into the wind before eventually giving up. 

She clutches her side, breathing quickly and wincing when she turns, getting an eye full of the blinding summer sun. 

Her feet ache. It's a wonder she didn't break a heel. 

*beep beep*

The sound draws her attention, having made her jump slightly. She also mentally curses the universe for making her so easily scareable. 

"Need a ride, love?" Someone asks, grinning from the seat of their moped. They're a few feet in front of her, idle in the bike lane next to the sidewalk as they reach for their helmet.

Her eyes find their way to the other person's as she approaches them, and she tilts her head curiously. A strange sensation courses through her, traveling from her heart outward and trickling down to her fingertips. 

After a few seconds, it dons on her.

"It's you," she says breathlessly, her eyes gaining a new glow.

You smile that same smile that made her fall in love with you all those years ago. "I've been waiting." 

Memories light up both of your minds at the sight of one another. They span across all of your different lifetimes together; tens of hellos, all kinds of first kisses, sad goodbyes, and even growing old together… they all intermingle, blending to become the story of you.

She surprises you when she leans in to kiss you, grabbing onto the collar of your shirt. You hold her close and return it, unable to fight the grin on your lips.

"Psst," a nearby voice later alerts, getting your attention. "Are you coming or not?" 

You turn to look towards the source of the noise.

Standing in the middle of the intersection, the traffic director tilts her head. Her curls flutter in the breeze, their luscious color showing …. Just like someone else's you know. 

"There's a line starting behind you." She nudges her head into the air, motioning behind you.

"Aniela?" No way...

She winks at you, nodding as a smile of her own grows across her face. She's more than happy to see you.

"Yeah," you answer her question, feeling content. "We'll get going." 

You peek up at Jennie, finding her already slipping your passenger helmet over her head. She peers down at you, asking how it looks.

Her cheeks are squished by the sides of it, making her look even more adorable. Quickly, you settle the clear shield into place and assure her that she's never looked better. 

She climbs onto the seat behind you, clasping her hands together in front of your abdomen. 

"Let's go, baby." 

You rev the sad little engine, laughing with her at the sound. As you take off past Aniela, you hold a hand out.

She returns the high five and waves, watching the two of you head off in hopes of getting Jennie to work on time. 

Mission accomplished, she whispers.

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(A/N: Happy Valentine's Day, my loves 💜)

BP Headcanon / One Shot: Raising A Kid With Lisa

Requested By Anon: Lisa / Reader while they're raising a kid

Quote Requested By @ssamssamu: "I knew I did from that first moment we met. It was… not love at first sight exactly, but- familiarity. Like: oh, hello, it’s you. It’s going to be you."

Pairing: Lisa x Fem!Reader

Warnings / Misc. -- Fluff, Slight Angst, Happy Ending

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: This one's kinda long, guys 😳 I hope you enjoy, though. Thank you for the requests!

PS ~ Your child is female in this

♡ Happy Reading ♡

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Dear lord... 🛐🤰

Let's get started

First off: milf

Second off: you'd either come home to find her, your child, and your 5 cats passed out, or chaotically playing with one another

WHEN YOU'RE NEW PARENTS:

If you give birth, she's literally the most supportive wife ever

Getting you any and everything you need, no matter the time of day or night

"Lis?" You ask into the darkness, voice coming out rough as it slips past your sleepy lips. Her soft snoring is cut off in an instant as she wakes up, ready to help.

"I'm here, my love." She yawns, quickly stretching before reaching forward to take your hand into her own.

"Can you get me some ice chips?" You wince, hating to make her trek all the way down the hall when she was comfortable and sleeping so well.

"On it, baby." She stands and brushes her lips against your forehead, reassuring you that she doesn't mind the task.

"Thank you; I love you," you call after her as she walks towards the door. She turns to you just as she reaches it, pressing a kiss to her fingers before holding a finger heart up for you.

"I love you more."

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"Here you go," she says, helping you sit up in the hospital bed. "I got you a little water with it, just like you like." She raises the cup for you, tilting it so that the cool liquid can slide towards your lips, soothing your dry mouth. The styrofoam squeaks lightly, momentarily accompanying the sound of the beeping monitor that's keeping track of your vitals.

You gently push the cup away after you're satisfied, wrapping your arms around her waist as she puts it on the bedside table. She cuddles you back, kissing the top of your head.

"Thanks again, babe. I don't know what I'd do without you." You mumble against her, still exhausted from all that you went through earlier today. She crouches down beside you, taking your hands within her own as she looks up into your eyes.

"You've made me the happiest woman in the world, Y/N/N; I have you and our cute little baby girl now. I think that's more than a fair trade for getting ice chips at 3 in the morning."

You laugh, leaning forward to rest your forehead against hers.

"We did pretty good, didn't we?" You ask after a moment, gazing over at the clear bin your daughter is laying in, resting peacefully.

"We sure did." Lisa says, feeling tears prick at her eyes. She raises a hand to your cheek, cupping the soft skin as she looks at you tenderly.

If she gives birth, you'd do everything for her as well and take good care of her as she recovers

She'd try to be a bit more independent, though, just because that's how she is

She secretly loves when you surprise her with just what she wanted, but was too shy / stubborn to ask for

You come back into the bedroom with a pint of ice cream and two spoons in hand, clad in one of her oversized shirts.

"I got your favorite," you smile, saddling up next to her on the bed. She sits up with a shy grin, feeling beyond lucky to have someone like you.

"Thank you baby," she says, taking a scoop of the sweet treat as you stick it out to her. She sighs as the flavor coats her tongue, reminding her of all the reasons it's her favorite.

"You know," she starts after a minute, grabbing your attention mid-bite. "You taste even better than this."

She smirks as you nearly choke on the ice cream, coughing a bit as it trails an icy path down your throat.

"Yah, jagi! Are you trying to kill me?"

She doesn't want to feel like a nuisance

You reassure her that she isn't at all, and eventually she listens to you

Lets you help her more and cater to her needs

Repays you in the form of cuddles and millions of sweet kisses

As soon as she can safely take care of herself, she's back to normal (aka, being a crackhead)

If you adopt or have a donor, oh boy

That child is spoiled the moment you lay eyes on it

Raising her as your own

You agree to tell her about her past when she's older, if she wants that

Constant reassurance of your love for her

Telling her how proud you are of her

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She'd be teaching your kid dance moves before she could even walk

"Lis, baby, she literally just bent her knee."

"I don't know what you're talking about. She was definitely practicing the move I taught her last night."

Almost always making a mess when she feeds her (though that's not entirely Lisa's fault... babies are messy)

Seriously, both of them completely covered in baby food and milk when you walk in

Lisa asking if she can buy a hazmat suit for when it's her time on diaper duty

Pouting when you say no

She decides to wear goggles, gloves, and a face mask instead

--

Singing softly to your daughter as she rocks her to sleep

Sometimes falling asleep in your rocking chair with your baby in her arms

And you find them and just 🥺

WHEN YOUR DAUGHTER IS A TODDLER & UP:

Visiting Lisa's family and your own when you can

Very wholesome memories being made with them

Food fights

She is 110% down to act silly and do anything your kid wants

You unlock the front door of your shared home, tiredly rubbing your neck after a long day of work. The sound of one of your daughter's favorite movies playing on the living room TV brings a smile to your face, and you quickly set your things on the kitchen table before joining them.

Upon stepping foot into the room, you comically narrow your eyes.

"What are you wearing?" You ask both of them as an amused smile grows on your lips.

Lisa turns to you now, appearing to have been so invested in the movie that she hadn't even heard you come home. You start to wonder if maybe she was the one who wanted to watch the movie all along.

A tin foil hat rests atop her head, matching the adorable, mini-sized version that your daughter is modeling. Lisa's grin widens cutely as she looks you up and down, happy to finally have you back home.

"Here mama, we made one for you, too!" Your daughter says excitedly, giggling as she hops up and runs towards you, cap in hand. You crouch down so she can put it on you, feeling your heart melt at the happy look in her eyes; she's proud of herself, and so are you.

"Thank you baby, it fits just right." You praise, lifting her into your arms as Lisa stands up and approaches you.

"We missed you, lovey." She presses her lips to yours, humming against them when you bring a hand to her hip to pull her even closer. You pull away before you can get too invested and scar your child for life, opting instead to cuddle into the cozy embrace that Lisa offers to the two of you.

The warm material of her sweater brushes against your skin as she brings her arms around both of you, protecting you from the slightly chilly air of the room.

"You know, I still have no idea what the hat's for..." you smirk, feeling your daughter raise her head from where it previously came to rest against your shoulder. She scoffs, sounding offended that you don't know the answer.

"It's to protect us from aliens. Duh," she rolls her eyes, making you and Lisa chuckle. Clearly Jennie has been giving her some sass lessons lately.

"My most sincere apologizes, princess," you bow your head in mock shame, doing your best to conceal your smile.

"Let's go sit back down. I wanna hold my girls," Lisa declares softly, kissing your temple as you go to agree.

The three of you make your way back to the couch, snuggling up close as Lisa presses play.

Very affectionate

Constantly squishing your cheeks and gushing about how cute you are (she does the same thing to your daughter too)

Spoils her (and you) rotten

Matching onesies

Matching outfits, totally coordinated (usually Celine or some other designer brand)

Pillow / blanket forts

"Queen Y/N, requesting entrance." You announce with a smile, hands full of snacks for the three of you as you sit back on your knees in waiting.

From inside, you hear Lisa say, "Your Highness, there's a guest at the door. Would you like to see her?"

Your daughter's faux royal voice almost makes you crack up. "Oh, alright. Open up." She commands, sounding British.

Lisa parts the front two blankets, doing her best to conceal her grin as she locks eyes with you.

"SNACKS!" Your daughter shrieks, completely breaking character.

"No no no! Wait--" She eagerly rushes over to you, knocking you over in the heat of the moment. Your mom skills kick in and allow you to angle the bowls correctly and keep most of the food in, though a few stray pieces of popcorn fall out and land in your hair.

"Oops... sorry mommy," your daughter says, snickering softly.

Lisa leans over you, peering down at where you now lay on your back. She smirks as she picks some of the popcorn out of your hair.

If you're preparing a meal for the three of you, they'd turn on some music and come hang in the kitchen with you

Dance battles everywhere

Lisa doesn't always let your daughter win, either, and it makes your little girl all the more competitive

Taking your daughter to street markets to introduce her to new foods and develop her palate

Betting on what foods she'll like more

Lisa getting sulky when she loses, and never shutting up about it when she wins

PICTURES PICTURES PICTURES

Lisa's always taking pictures of you all to add to your family photo book

More like photo books

Seriously so many pictures. She just can't get enough of how cute her little unit is

Taking trips to local cat cafés to let the gang play

Lisa convincing you to let her get another cat

"Pleaaaase?" She draws the word out, wrapping her arms around your waist. You glance over to where your daughter is surrounded by a sea of fluff balls, almost unable to be seen. She's laughing her head off, filling the room with her cute giggles as the kitties brush against her.

"Just one more. Last one." Lisa says, gathering your attention again.

"You said that last time," you quip.

"I mean it this time."

"I feel like that's a lie..."

"If you let me get this cat, there'll be a reward for you later." She husks the last part out, letting her fingers trail to the back of your neck to rest there. She leans forward to press a kiss to your cheek, then your jawline, smiling against your skin when she feels your heart beat a little faster.

"Fine, Lisa. But this is the last one," you point a finger at her, pushing her back slightly.

"Thank you, my love. You won't regret it." She smirks, head held high as she slaps your butt and goes to the crate to pick her cat of choice.

Roadtrips

Sightseeing and exploring

Teaching your daughter how to take good pictures, too

"My little prodigy" - Lisa (🥺🥲)

You and your daughter go to Lisa's performances anytime you're able

Cheering the girls on, fully decked out in BP merch

"BLACKPINK IS THE REVOLUTION!" Your daughter screams, bonking her light stick against her head wildly. From the vantage point of your front row seat, you lock eyes with Lisa before glancing down at the little human with an amused smile. Lisa laughs when she notices her, leaving only the backing track to play for a second. She giggles again and points to you before picking back up with the song, a wide smile on her lips.

The other members look down and laugh, too, clapping for her.

Your baby has too much energy for her own good -- something she definitely got from your wife.

Visiting the girls often

They always love to see both of you

Jennie makes food for her and spoils her with lazy days, Jisoo teaches her how to play video games and be more of a crackhead, and Rosé teaches her to paint and sing (and also speak with an Australian accent)

"Nœř"

They all have a secret handshake with her, different for each member

Which you think is absolutely adorable

They always take such good care of her

Always showing up for her school recitals and performances

When you pack your daughter's lunch, Lisa will usually sneak extra sweets into her bag, thinking you don't notice. You do, but you'd never tell her that. Seeing her think she's actually being sneaky is cute

Your Relationship With Lisa

Playful banter

She still makes time for you

Likes to be connected in some way as often as possible. Holding hands or pinkies, back hugs, kisses, gentle caresses, cuddling, etc. -- anything she can do to constantly remind you of her love.

You both always look forward to date nights

You drop your daughter off so the girls can watch her, or you call a sitter

Lisa takes you wherever you wanna go

Some past places: the park (to stargaze), the roller rink, fancy restaurants, art museums / galleries, couples dance classes (when you want to practice a new style and have an excuse to dance the night away together), or even just the couch

Sometimes both of you are too exhausted to go out, so you opt to stay in instead

Other times she wants to get all fancied up and see how gorgeous you look in your outfit of choice

She loves to show you off

"Damn, baby. How do you get hotter every time I see you?"

You look over at her with an incredulous expression, still clad in your oversized shirt with you hair pulled back.

"I haven't even gotten ready yet..."

"Still sexy," she coos, coming up behind you to give you a hug. You settle back into her arms, sighing softly when she trails soft kisses along your shoulder, towards your neck.

"I have to shower," you inform her, releasing the words gently. Part of you knows you'll be late for your reservation if you let her continue, but you can't find it in yourself to care. You've been aching for her touch lately, both of you caught up with the stressors of life. But she's here now, letting her hands roam to the places she knows they shouldn't be.

"Lis..."

"You know," she pecks the mark she just finished making on your neck, feeling satisfied as it darkens before her eyes, "I'm in need of a shower, too." Her fingertips flirt with the waistband of your panties, dipping underneath the material to caress your skin.

"Didn't you get in a couple hours ago?" You ask, furrowing your brows in genuine curiosity.

She laughs at that, letting her head fall against your shoulder as she stills her movements.

"Y/N, can't you just go along with it? Jeez, let me flirt with you."

Both of you chuckle together now, giggles mixing together as they fill the air of the room.

"Alright, alright. Go ahead."

"You look-- No, you know what? Let's just get in. I'll show you instead."

One of the best showers of your life ;)

You somehow managed to make it to your reservation on time

Lisa had to help you walk, though

Cause, ya know

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Flirted like crazy at dinner

But was also very romantic

As a plane blinks by in the distance, merely a speck on its journey across the dusky sky, Lisa ponders on what her life would've been like, had she not met you. That lonely looking plane symbolizes what she'd probably be doing right now: flying somewhere for tour or brand deals. Every flash of its lights is like a call out to the universe, searching for something it doesn't yet have. It reminds her of how she felt before she met you -- like something was missing.

"I love you, Y/N/N, so much," she says out of the blue, looking over to you. "I'm lucky to call you mine." She says sincerely, gazing into your eyes with a big smile. You turn her into a lovesick, giddy teenager just by being yourself. One look from you is capable of sending her falling all over again.

Her fingers intertwine with your own, hands resting on the table.

"I'm so proud of us. There's no one I'd rather grow old with." You bring her wrist to your lips, kissing it tenderly. Her heart melts at the action, and she cups your cheek in her palm.

She takes you to the park after dinner, right back to the place you met

It leads to a big sentimental talk about when you fell for one another and realized you were in love

You take a bite of the froyo you got as desert on the way here, looking over to her as she begins explaining.

"I knew I did from that first moment we met. It was… not love at first sight exactly, but- familiarity. Like: oh, hello, it’s you. It’s going to be you."

She looks so sweet after she says it that you almost melt right then and there. You put the container down on the bench beside you before turning back to her. Curiosity shines in her doe eyes as she waits on your answer.

"Oddly enough, it was the same for me," you start, feeling your cheeks tug up into a smile as the memories come flooding back. "As soon as I made you laugh that first time -- when I saw your face light up after I told that stupid joke -- I knew it was you. I never knew what I was missing until I met you."

She cups your cheek, rubbing the pad of her thumb across it as tears begin to well up in her eyes. Years ago, when both of you happened to be in this very spot at the same time, you had no idea what life had in store for you. She had no idea that when she accidently bumped into a complete stranger, that that person would become her world.

She wouldn't feel complete without you, and neither would you without her. The life you've created has taken sacrifices and courage, but you know you'll always have one another no matter what. She makes the hard days bearable, and the good days unforgettable. She's your reason, just as you're hers.

"I love you--"

"I love you--"

Both of you say the phrase at the same time, laughing when you realize it. It's a sweet moment, plucked straight out of a romcom.

She leans forward after a few seconds to kiss your lips, reclaiming them for her own.

Holding hands as you walk through the city

Not wanting the night to end

You stop in a couple other thrift shops and take some pictures together before deciding to go home

You catch up on some movies / Netflix / trashy TV that you've been wanting to watch together, finally having enough time to do so

She holds you close, snuggling up against you and not letting you go

Fights

Of course, they're inevitable

Never fun

You both communicate well, though, so they don't happen too often

But when they do, they usually start over little things, your annoyance only heightened by the stress you're constantly under

It's tough on Lisa, being an idol on top of everything else, and it's tough on you to have to raise your daughter alone sometimes

You don't fight in front of her (your child), and you don't say things to attack each other's character. Sometimes you just get loud because you're frustrated and trying to get the other to understand things from your point of view

You usually take time to cool down and then come back together later, once you've had time to think and reflect

After putting your daughter to bed, Lisa comes to your shared bedroom.

"Y/N/N, baby, I'm sorry. Please open up, I need to see you." She says quietly, resting her forehead against the door. She's beyond disappointed in herself, baffled by the fact she could treat you in such a way.

You look over to it, weighing your options as you toy with your wedding ring out of habit. This was a particularly nasty fight, and you hated every second of it; the anger in her eyes broke your heart.

She hears shuffling from inside, and she stands up straight. When you open the door and lean against it, eyes red and cheeks puffy from crying, her heart sinks. It's not surprising that her words hurt you so much, but knowing that she caused you pain in any way is almost too much to bear.

She purses her lips as she gathers her thoughts, and you momentarily look down to the floor, scuffing your foot to busy yourself.

"I never should've said any of that to you. Work has just been stressing me out lately with the comeback and all, and I took it out on you. I was wrong," she says, fresh tears spilling out of her eyes. She quickly wipes them away, not wanting the moment to be about her. She knows if she breaks down in front of you right now, you'll be forgiving her in an instant and wrapping her in the embrace that she's been in dire need of all evening.

That's exactly why she doesn't give in; now isn't the time to be selfish. She sniffles, willing the tears away as she finds the words she wants to say to you. She has to make things right.

"You're everything I've ever wanted, and I treated you like that? I'm ashamed of myself, Y/N. I'm not asking you to forget about this; I just want you to know how sorry I am."

You let a shaky breath out as you look into her eyes, deciding on what to do. You can tell she's being genuine; her fear of losing you is real, and she's doing everything she can to prove how guilty she feels.

You drop your hand from the knob and step through the threshold of the door, wrapping your arms around her neck. The second you do, her tears finally begin spilling out again. Your hair tickles her nose as she nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck, securing her arms around your waist like her life depends on it. You cry together, letting out all of your stress and frustrations while muttering out strained apologies and I love yous.

"I forgive you, Lisa." She sobs a bit harder at that, and you feel her lip tremble. You stay like that until you both calm down, your sniffles fading to hitched breaths every now and then.

"Come on, let's go take a bath."

She decides to take over, wanting to make it up to you. She has you sit down and relax while she lights some candles and fills the tub with your favorite scents and oils

She comes back out into the bedroom to get you as the tub fills up

She carries you back to the bathroom, cradling you lovingly in her arms

You get in and cuddle, massaging the pain and tension away from each others shoulders

Very soft way to end such a stressful day

She reassures you that she'll be better for you and that she never wants to lose you or jeopardize what you have

You believe her, and to this day she's never been like that again

You still argue from time to time, but you both listen more and stop things before they can escalate

When All Is Said & Done

At the end of the day, Lisa always makes sure you know how happy you make her and how much she loves her life with the both of you

Even though things get hard sometimes, you wouldn't want to do it with anyone else

One day, when your daughter is away at school, Lisa and you are snuggled up on the couch, watching some TV

"Y/N/N?"

"Yes, my love?"

"Let's make another baby."

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New Book!

*drumroll 🥁🥁🥁* I'm baaaaack!

Hello again, lovely people. For those of you wondering: yes, I'm still alive 😌, and I come bringing gifts!

Over the course of this week, I'll be posting one new chapter a day of my latest Jennie book, which is pictured above. I plan to publish it to both Wattpad and AO3.

Here's the prologue / summary for it:

Late springtime, 1913. Following an invitation from her father overseas, heiress and socialite Jennie Kim is tasked with sailing across the North Atlantic with her mother and staying in the US for a few months. 

Employed at one of England's most prolific sea ports, poor worker Y/N L/N is entrusted to sail aboard and tend to the latest and most advanced nautical creation that the country has to offer. 

The uniting factor between these two individuals?

SS Artemis.

When the pair meets in a happenstance way, what will become of it? 

Will opposites attract, or is heartbreak on the horizon?

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I hope you all are excited to read it, and I sincerely hope you enjoy it. Writing has been a bit hard as of late due to some personal things that've been going on, but it feels good to finally have finished this and be able to get it out to you wonderful people.

Thank you for being patient and sticking with me 💜 It means the world 🌹

(My Wattpad and AO3 accounts are linked at the top of my Masterlist page, for future reference).

What is your goal in life🤔

Career wise? Not sure yet. All I know is that I love writing and making you peeps happy with my works. I wanna make a difference of some sort, and knowing that I impact your alls lives -- whether it be something as simple as making you smile when you read my stories -- is priceless.

Maybe I'll become a famous author and blow your socks off with a crazy good book. Who knows? 👀