#i couldn't resist with all the times this post says 'turned into a bat'

[heatherfield]

And Lina Lorrey and Lily Easton totally sing this song.

Great Mouse Detective version of Dracula happening simultaneously as the events of Dracula, so there’s just five mice in Victorian clothes unnoticed by the human cast desperately trying to kill a bat.

[auspicioustidings]

Fixer Upper

Summary: Request for some fluffy established relationship PricexReaderxSoap for @bunnyreaper (pls be advised I am working through my ask box and the next one is this throuple but horny :D)

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“It's a fixer upper love!”

It was the first thing John had said to you when you had emerged from the trees and seen the cottage that was now yours and he was not lying. The place was falling apart.

“Och come on bunny, going tae have tae see the vision!”

Ah, Johnny could always read your face and right now your scepticism must be written all over it. He used bunny when he wanted to wind you up a little. The first time you and the two of them had really sat down and spoken about your relationship, turned it into something formal, he had joked you were their barracks bunny. John had laughed but smacked him upside the head for that.

“Sure thing Sergeant John, let me just get my rose tinted glasses. Now where did I put those things?”

He stuck his tongue out at you. You had your own nickname ready to wind him up. Usually you'd differentiate by calling him Johnny but if he was misbehaving then you differentiated by rank. John always liked that though, even if he did tell you in private all the time how Johnny would definitely make Captain one day and take over the 141 so he could retire and just have fat babies with you.

“Come on love, Captain John will take you through it” John laughed, scooping you up easily into his arms with Johnny rolling his eyes.

“Traitor, bonnie wee bunny bats her eyelashes and it's all Captain John this and Captain John that.”

Still, John placated him by leaning over with you still in his arms and planting a kiss to the side of his head. God you loved when they were soft and tender with one another. Even before you were all together you had loved just watching how they took care of one another. It was a solid sort of affection, the kind that had become instinct to them over conscious effort.

They both fell into an easy rhythm around one another when you crossed the threshold (twice you crossed it because Johnny had watched John carry you like a bride over it and then stolen you to do the same before you were finally put down). John would point out something to be fixed and how to fix it, Johnny would wax poetic about what it would be like when done.

It took you two rooms before you couldn't help but see it, could not resist getting drawn into their warm excitement. You joined in even, arguing with Johnny over where the Christmas tree would go, going on tip toes to give John kisses when he agreed he would teach you how to tile properly so you could help with his vision for the kitchen.

You knew them and you knew they'd want to do it all themselves, but they were away so often and it was so important that when they got home they actually had downtime. Of course they disagreed, but they had come to learn that while on the field they took care of everyone, here in the peaceful warmth of home it was you who took care of them. So they grumbled and sat down with you to go over tradespeople who you could bring in to help. You only had to smack John once when he refused someone on the basis that they had an attractive sounding name and he wasn't about to let their bunny wind up in a porn plot. Honestly it was probably the best you could have hoped for.

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The soft glow of the lights made your cottage seem like something out of a cosy dream. It had taken time and effort and love but here you were with the perfect home all ready for the holidays.

There was a soft festive tune playing as John danced with you, holding you close with your head tucked into him. Johnny had braved the snow to walk down to the village and post your cards for the rest of their team. Well partially, mostly he was probably going in to say hi to all the old dears so they could fuss over him as always. You and John always teased him for being their favourite, but it was sweet to watch.

“I love you” you sighed against him, no reason for the words really other than knowing it made him smile to hear them.

“I know, everybody loves me, it's the beard I think.”

You laughed and leaned back, giving him a light tap on the nose in chastisement.

“That'll be it John, if you ever shave I'm out of here.”

“I love you too, more than I could ever put into words.”

Sometimes you couldn't believe you were so content, but softly being kissed by one of the men you loved in the home you had made together made everything just feel right.

“I spoke with Kate.”

You tilted your head at him, encouraging him to continue. It was always a struggle to try and not worry whenever he said something like that. Were they getting shipped out again? Was something dangerous coming?

“This is my last Christmas in active duty love” he said, smiling fondly at the tears already forming in your eyes. “Not told Soap yet, but I've recommended him for Captain. Simon is pushing for it too, don't think he'd accept anyone else as his CO.”

You knew it was always what John had wanted, for Johnny to take over. He spoke with you about it sometimes, explained how it would be tricky moving him from Sergeant to Captain, but with the Lieutenant backing him it would work.

It always seemed such a far off thing and now here it was, less than a year away. You were definitely crying, so happy for him and for Johnny and for yourself.

“Let's do a winter wedding.”

“You- you're supposed to propose first!” you half laughed, half sobbed.

He chuckled at the sorry state you found yourself in and smothered your face in kisses as he apologised for going about it all wrong. You heard the door open and turned to see Johnny shaking off the dusting of snow that had settled on him. He took in the situation and grinned, coming barrelling over to crush both you and John in a hug even though he was cold and wet from outside.

“Cannae believe it, ye went and asked her to marry ye without me here didn't ye?”

“Don't worry Soap, you'll get your turn. Got something to ask you later as well.”

Something about the fact it was clear they had discussed marriage before made you sob even harder, ugly crying about how happy it all made you.

“Love you bunny, love you Captain.”

You got to watch a few months later when John finally told Johnny about the promotion, all confirmed with the higher ups. You got to cry all over again when John actually did get down on one knee in the summer, proposing properly. Johnny had proposed not 2 days later.

You did have a winter wedding right in your garden. They bound your hands together in a strip of tartan cloth as you declared that this was forever. Gaz got drunk and wound up giving Farah the raunchiest lap dance you had ever seen. Simon deadpanned that it was allergies anytime someone tried to tease him for crying during the ceremony.

John retired from active duty before Christmas as promised. As Johnny kissed you both goodbye and left to go lead his team to save the world once again he only laughed when you flustered horribly at his parting words.

“Mind and get started on those fat bairnies while I'm gone, cannae wait tae meet them.”

[lovejosephquinn]

I went to the cinema recently and there was almost no one else there but me & my friend, and that got me thinking 🤔 what kinda sexy shenanigans Joe & reader would get up to in the back of an almost empty movie theatre ☺️😘 imagine they’re just going for a simple date night, post dinner, to see a cheesy rom com or something for a laugh, realising 15 minutes in that no one else is there and the film isn’t worth watching, sooo 🤭

Nothing more to say than the way you made me say fuck yes out loud.

All aboard the Monday night smut train. 💀

UNDER 18'S DNI TYSM.

You'd gone through the trailers, each and every one of them, sipping on your drinks and getting halfway down your popcorn that you shared before the movie had even started. You sat up in your favourite spot in the back row, your eyes scanned around the room; not another person visible.

"What's going on?" You leaned over to say in Joe's ear so he could hear you better over the booming sounds of the speakers, the credits beginning to role through as it started.

"What do you mean, love?" Joe mirrored your image, speaking back directly into your ear.

"Take a look around." You pointed all along the theatre, still nobody to be seen.

"Oh shit, we've got this place to ourselves?" Joe smirked.

"Looks that way." You smiled back, Joe moved his arm around to push you into him so you leaned into him as close as you could, the arm of the seat getting in the way a little.

"This could be fun." Joe shot you a look, a look that screamed fun in the most flirtatious way.

You lost track of how far you'd got into the movie when you felt Joe release his grip on your shoulder, moving his hand down to your thigh and stroking his fingers up and down it. Even just partway through the movie, nobody had shown up and you'd thought it maybe time to take action on Joe's last words.

You mimicked him, instead taking your hand and palming just to the side of his crotch, watching his eyes flicker down from the screen to where your hand was now beginning to stroke right over. "You thinking what I'm thinking, baby?" Joe muttered.

You took your eyes away from the movie now purely just a background noise since your gaze was fully fixed on your boyfriend, he took his hand and placed it to cup your cheek, bringing you in for a passionate kiss, it was slow yet desperate. You both felt like two naughty teenagers in the back, plainly horny for one another as your suggestive behaviours took their place.

"Fuck. This is hot." Joe smiled into the kiss, his tongue batting against your bottom lip for you to open up, the heated make out now turning hotter as you felt his erection grow covered by his clothing but gripping in your hands grasp. You expertly unbuttoned his trousers with one hand, taking down his zipper and pulling his cock out of his boxers, springing it free; your eyes shooting straight to it like a magnet, your teeth instantly finding your bottom lip and biting down onto it whilst Joe licked his lips.

You spat onto your hand to lather his thick shaft as you wrapped your fist around it, slowly pumping and watching his head fall back to the top of the seat. "That feel good?" You slanted over to mumble into his ear, hearing his breathing escalating at your touch. "Yes baby, I need more."

"More what?"

"Don't make me beg."

"Good boys use their manners, are you not a good boy Joseph?"

He loved the way you used his full first name, the way you said it had pre-cum leaking from the tip, the heat of your breath on his ear and your seductive tone couldn't make him not resist to obey you. The moan that fell from his lips could've echoed down the rows of seats as you tightened your grip.

"Please. Please, more. More please." He couldn't quite get his words out, when after the first mention of please you quickened up your pace, jerking the way you knew he liked, twisting your wrist around as you worked his cock.

Joe had his eyes shut but managed to find the back of your head, taking your hair into his grip and pushed you down, your lips falling square onto the tip of his cock. "Fuck yes. Suck me off beautiful."

You halted before he could shove you down any further, pursing your lips together and he instantly knew what you were waiting for.

"Please." He groaned in desperation, his one worded answer flew through the air like a gust of wind. You instantly took him into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down moderately until you reached your peak. Joe still had his hand latched onto your hair. "You going to let me fuck that pretty little mouth of yours?"

Your thighs clenched together when he muttered those words, the slight growl in his accent made it all the more sexier and you granted his wish when you nodded, your head was seized downward in a mere few seconds as his cock reached the back of your throat, you held it for a few seconds before he pulled you back up, giving you a moment to regain oxygen before he had his tip prodding at your tonsils once more. "Yes baby, just like that, oh my-" Joe's moans were practically bouncing off the walls now, if anyone were to ask you what had just happened in the movie in the last 10 minutes, you wouldn't of had a clue.

He repeated the process several times until water was streaming from your eyes, saliva was leaking from the sides of your mouth and you were completely breathless. Joe let you take over, as you continued at an erratic speed dragging your tongue up and down his member, the little left out using your fist to continue to jerk fast, cupping his balls every now and then squeezing them one by one.

"Yes, you're so fucking hot the way you suck my cock like that. Jesus Christ. Keep doing that." His wish needn't be granted for much longer as his cock throbbed inside your mouth, begging for the orgasm to take over. His hips bucked upward not a minute later, spewing heaps of cum into your mouth, Joe pinched his eyes shut, biting down on his lip enough so he didn't yell out too loud. There were still people outside the room and the last thing you wanted was an audience if anything was to be heard.

You lifted up your head, readjusting yourself as Joe tucked his cock back into his boxers and did up his trousers.

"So this movie's boring." Joe snorted a laugh, his eyes well and truly dilated, still quite clearly in the mood to give you everything more he could possibly give.

"You want to leave?" You offered, he'd already put the idea forward himself, just in a windy not straight to the point sort of way, typical Joseph.

Joe tilted back to your ear. "I want nothing more. As soon as we get home, it's straight to the bedroom, your clothes off and I'm going to eat that pretty little pussy till you squirt into my mouth." The words alone made you moan, your clit twitching at the thought.

"Then I'm going to fuck you so hard till we're both sore and can't take it anymore, okay?" He kissed onto your neck lightly, the shudder that ran through your body and Joe's devious smile as he looked up to meet your eyes once more made the heat between your legs worse.

You stood up from your seat, the look of lust in your eyes matching Joe's dark glow. "I'm ready when you are." You walked out hand in hand out of the movie theatre like nothing of the sort had just happened or was about to occur but inside, you were mutually ready to tear each other apart.

[sawyerconfort]

How do you think the Rockford peaches would react to being jealous?

(This is dedicated to the anon who asked for jealous Greta Gill also, so enjoy!)

This is Rockford Peaches (+ Max) being jealous...

Enjoy!

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Being Jealous With The Rockford Peaches (+ Max)

W H A T  H A P P E N S  W H E N...

(Carson Shaw, Greta Gill, Maxine Chapman, Maybelle Fox, Jo de Luca, Lupe Garcia, Jess McCready, Esti Gonzales and Shirley Cohen)

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Carson Shaw

She had seen you. Carson had seen the exact moment that man came to greet you in the stands and held you for a long time, causing you to stop paying attention to your girlfriend's game.

When he finally gave you a break, you watched her with intent eyes on the bleachers, baseball bat in hand and a straight face. People who didn't know her and didn't know about you could well imagine that she would be focusing on the hit, but you knew that wasn't it.

However, you didn't return to the subject until they were alone at the Peaches' house. Carson didn't avoid you either, as you thought she would, but the entire time he was frowning and saying little, which was unusual.

“You can talk to me about it now if you want to,” you told her as soon as you closed the bedroom door. Carson looked at you and shrugged. "I just want you to be sure of one thing: I don't live up to anything he wants."

She looked up and smirked, still a little tense. "Carson, seriously..."

"I know, love, I know," she smiled, properly this time, and pulled you by the arm to lie on her lap. Carson grabbed your face and kissed you from every corner, giggling as she watched your reaction. “I just don't like people looking at what's mine, you know?” she whispered teasing you, and you nodded.

“Relax, coach. I'm just yours. All yours."

Greta Gill

You two were at a bar, after a few grueling games, relaxing. And a man came to talk to you just as Greta got up to get the two of you another drink. She was squinting at the situation, assessing the moment when you would be uncomfortable to kick him out. But the moment didn't happen.

So she had to use it another way. Controlling her inner anger, she called out to you aloud, very clearly, without fear of judgment: “Baby?”

You and the man turned at the same time. He looked shocked, and then when you got up and walked towards Greta, she wrapped both arms around you and kissed your neck, staring at the man.

"Oh... you already have...", he cleared his throat, unable to finish his sentence. "Excuse me, ladies, I really didn't mean to offend you ladies."

“Fine,” you said, and watched him leave. When he was away, you turned to Greta. “Love, what was that?”

The redhead smiled and hugged you, kissing your cheek tenderly. “Fine,” she mimicked your tone of voice. “Seriously, (Y\N), you were better once, baby.”

You nodded, and bit your lip in satisfaction. “I love it when you get jealous. It's sexy.”

Maxine Chapman

"Don't look now, there's a girl next to her."

Max couldn't resist, even with Clance's warnings, she looked your way and saw that girl fawning over you and making small talk, making you laugh and that other stuff. Max was jealous of that scene, but at the same time, she felt inadequate and diminished.

When the matter was over, you went to her. And noticed that she was sad. Clance started talking in your ear, but you pretended to ignore her, worried about Max. Pulling her to a corner where no one could see you, you handed her a glass of drink. “What happened, Max?”

“(Y\NN), be honest,” she pleaded, taking a sip. “Am I enough for you?”

“What?” you asked, chuckling. “What kind of question is that, Max? Of course you are! You are more than enough for me, love!”

"It's just that I thought...", she sighed. “Clance saw you. I saw you talking to that girl and I thought maybe you wanted to replace me...”

And then you kissed her, by surprise, understanding that this was probably the first time Max had been jealous, but finding it all very sweet. When you broke the kiss, you wiped her tears and hugged her. “I would never be able to trade you for anyone in this world, Max. You are and will always be the only woman I love.”

Maybelle Fox

"Don't talk to me."

“May? Maybelle, please tell me what happened.”

You tried to get to her, but Maybelle closed the bedroom door before you could try to reach her. As it was not locked, you pushed the handle and successfully opened it. Your eyes strayed to a sullen Maybelle sitting on the bed hugging a pillow.

“Why don't you go after her now, huh, (Y\N)?”, Maybelle whispered, a cute pout on her lips. "I'm sure she knows very well what happened."

You let a scornful chuckle escape. “I can't believe you're jealous of me, Maybelle Fox”, and then you sat down next to her and started kissing your girlfriend on the cheek. "I can't believe you turn into a sulky baby when you're jealous of a girl."

“I don't turn into a sulky baby!” she insisted, ducking. "And I'm not jealous of you, ever."

You smiled again and kissed her a few more times. “You're cute when you're jealous, honey. It's okay to admit...”

“FOR THE LAST TIME, (Y\N), I AM NOT JEALOUS!”

Jo de Luca

"Jo, you're going to end up breaking your bow and darts, honey."

“Should have thought of that before you hit on her, (Y\NN).”

You rolled your eyes, kissing Jo's cheek. “Baby, I didn't hit on her, it was the other way around. And she knew I had a girlfriend, yet she insisted.”

“Prove it to me, little fox,” she whispered, teasing you. “Prove it to me. She's coming over there..."

And then, you glanced at the girl who had flirted with you at the bar. She waved in your direction and was getting close when you just turned to Jo and kissed her hard, practically throwing yourself on top of her and getting in the way of playing. You couldn't see how the girl acted, but when Jo parted her lips from you, she turned and held out her middle finger to the girl.

“Suck it bitch, she's my girlfriend!” Jo yelled, turning to kiss you again. "God, I think I'm going to want to be jealous more often, just to see if you kiss me more easily, little fox..."

Lupe Garcia

"What's up baby?"

You rolled your eyes trying not to mind the teasing, but of course it didn't work because the man was still on your tail while Lupe was getting drinks at the bar.

It was a gay bar, what the hell was he doing there?

“How about we go over there in the corner, huh? Chatting away? Drink a little something? What do you think, huh, sweetie?” he whispered, getting closer and closer to you and making you uncomfortable. "I promise we'll be quick."

“Hey, idiot!”

Lupe's voice reached your ears, and the smell of her cigarette was present as she pulled you away. “What do you think you're doing with my girlfriend, man? Leave her alone.”

"I was just trying to make small talk, be polite..." he explained. “But I can include you in the conversation, Latina, with no ulterior motives. Unless you want."

You tried not to throw up as Lupe approached him, and when she threatened to punch him, you grabbed her arm. “Leave my girlfriend alone, you asshole! Get out of here now!”

He rolled his eyes and left as Lupe pulled you away, a cigarette in his mouth and a smile behind his teeth. When you were alone, she took the cigarette out of her mouth and threw it on the floor, kissing you hard.

“You are mine, (Y\N), I would do anything for you”, she whispered before you could say anything. It was always like that when Lupe got jealous, and you were getting used to it all...

Jess McCready

"Jess, tell me what's wrong, please!"

Silence reigned in the Peaches' room. You and Jess had just gotten out of practice and, being teammates, were facing the same dilemmas, this included people of all kinds looking at you all the time. All possible looks.That would always be uncomfortable. And Jess hated being uncomfortable.

"Jess, love, please, if you don't talk to me, I'll never know...", you tried to get her attention, but there was nothing. "Did that guy say something to you?"

"Ever heard of 'shut the hell up'?" she asked you, rudely. And so, you finally realized the problem in the situation.Jess was having a fit of jealousy.

You surprised her by jumping on top of her and knocking her onto the bed. You glued your lips to hers and didn't stop kissing her until Jess gasped and pulled you by the collar away from her mouth.

"What the fuck, (Y\N)?", she asked, her tone still rude.

"Nothing, I just really like it when you're jealous of me."

Esti Gonzales

It was the first time you and Esti had gone out politically on a date. Because of her time as a player, and because of her Spanish, of course, she didn't spend a lot of time with you.

She was crazy to be able to go out and get into the midst of Americans, and she was even crazier that she would do that to you, who was a few years older and highly responsible. In addition to being a girlfriend, you were an example for Esti, an example of the person she wanted to be when she matured a little more.

And your date promised to be pleasant, if it weren't for a guy getting up to walk over to your table and offer to buy you dinner, seeing you'd forgotten your money.

"I can pay for you and your daughter, no problem."

Wait a minute. Daughter?????

"Oh, actually, I would appreciate it, but...", you lost the words, in the face of embarrassment. The way he looked at you… God… was he really hitting on you?

Suddenly, Esti stood up, taking you by surprise.

"I'm not her daughter, you idiot! I'm her girlfriend! And I really think you should get the hell out of here now."

That was a clear demonstration that Esti Gonzales was jealous of you. And you thought it was cute, of course.

Shirley Cohen

"She insisted, said it was just a tantrum."

You smirked at Carson as you walked into the Peaches' bedroom, following your girlfriend, who was lying in bed looking the sickest in the world, as if she was suffering from some incurable disease.

"Shirl, baby, it's okay."

"YOU'RE NOT WITH THAT ANEMIC GIRL, ARE YOU?"

"Shirley," you grinned, knowing she was dying of jealousy and just didn't know how to handle it. "Remember I told you to live one thing at a time? No need to throw a tantrum because I went to talk to my best friend, honey."

"(Y\N)...", she sighed, sitting up in bed. "Oh God, I'm a total mess, aren't I?" she pouted. "I'm sorry honey, I don't know how to deal with all this avalanche of feelings for you. You know how it is, I've never dated a woman before..."

"I don't care," you replied, sitting down next to her. "You're just looking out for me, showing you care for me. But you didn't have to get sick because of me, Shirley."

'"She is your best friend?"

"Just best friend, I swear."

Shirley sighed again and hugged you. "I'm sorry, I promise I'll never be jealous again, or end up in a hospital bed..."

"Not if I'm here to take care of you, love."

[angelsswirl]

Been Through

Summary: Y/N has been taking care of her four year old by herself. She did everything she had to make sure her daughter never wanted for anything. And she had planned to do that for the rest of her life, but Lisa Manoban and Jennie Kim have other plans.

Y/N has to make a decision: Lisa or Jennie?

Rating: Mature

Warnings: G!P Lisa and Jennie

Notes: This is my first BlackPink story so please be nice. Lol. I might post other side one shots and stuff and take requests eventually but this is it for now. Please make sure to like and rb!

Chapter 1: I've had enough of petty dues

Been about three years since I dated you. Why you still talking 'bout me like we together? I moved on for the better. You moved on to whoever.

You sighed heavily to yourself. Lily please don't do this to me today, you thought as you wrestled the denim jacket onto your stubborn four year old.

Lily only stared blankly at you as though she read your mind, but simply didn't give a shit.

Her brunette bangs flopped into her eyes, and normally she'd immediately bat them away, but moving would mean helping you get on her clothing, something she was simply not too keen to do at the moment.

You could practically feel her resisting the urge to twitch. Her eyes were turning red, and her hands were balled into tiny fists. All of this just because she didn't want to wear a stupid jacket.

Lily was stubborn. Just like her other...parent.

You swallowed harshly at the thought of Lily's....sperm donor. You're not sure if it's out of sadness or anger.

When you're finally done putting the finishing touches on Lily's outfit, you stood up and grabbed your purse. Lily could be heard frantically swatting at her bangs behind you.

"Come on, Lil. Time to go." The four year old grabbed your hand without hesitation, even though she still seemed to be mildly irritated with you.

"Where we going?"

You chuckled lightly as you locked your front door. Your precious baby. So sweet, but she had a horrible attention span.

"You know where we're going, baby. We're going to Whole Foods to get some groceries, then we're going to go pick out fish for your new tank."

Lily started to jump excitedly, "Yay! Fishies!"

Getting her into her carseat had proven to be easier than you thought, with all the excited squirming and all.

Fish were certainly a big deal to her, but grocery shopping was a big deal to you. You're an adult. Your problems are different than a four year olds. Who would've thought?

Grocery shopping was easily the bane of your existence. You didn't have to do it very often because it was only the two of you and you normally bought 2/3rds of the store when you went, but that didn't make it any less stressful.

You make it to Whole Foods sooner than you'd like. Lily is eager to get the shopping done and over with so she can get to her fish quicker. She has the right idea.

You throw your own denim jacket into the cart, Lily's small giggles erupting from where it landed.

"Where should we start first, Dancing Queen?"

Lily hummed lightly, her finger tapping her chin, "Fruit, Mommy. I want strawberries."

You nodded easily, heading over to the produce section. While Lily attempted to steal loose strawberries, you rummaged around in your purse for the grocery list you had made earlier in the week.

"You like strawberries? So do I." A voice said from somewhere near you. You normally wouldn't let strangers interact very long with Lily, but you're in Whole Foods. What could possibly go wrong?

"My Mommy says I'm not 'posed to talk to strangers." Lily said, rather brattily you might add.

"What if I told you, your Mommy and I aren't strangers?"

You glanced up from your purse at that, "No, I'm pretty sure we are stra-" Your voice cut out in shock. You're definitely not looking at a stranger.

"Hello, Y/N." The voice is so recognizable you're not even sure how you missed it.

"Jennie? What are you doing in LA?" Your question came out frantic, probably because that's how you felt.

Jennie Kim was definitely no stranger. In fact, she was the complete opposite.

Jennie's your ex.

Jennie ignored your question for the time being. Instead, she eyed your daughter curiously, "How old is she?"

"Jennie-"

"How old is she, Y/N?"

"She turned four last month." You practically whispered.

Jennie only nodded before clenching her jaw slightly.

"YG had us move here a few months ago."

Your chest skipped a beat at the word 'us'. That meant she wasn't alone. That meant all those things you tried to outrun four years ago are finally catching up with you.

"Oh."

"Yeah..."

"My name is Lily. Who are you? Why do you know my Mommy?"

Jennie looked back at you as if asking what was appropriate to say, you were in no position to speak at the moment.

"Lily. That's a beautiful name. My name is Jennie. Your Mommy and I used to be good friends." Jennie blinked harshly and spoke slowly.

Lily nodded along, that was all she needed.

"Rosé and Jisoo miss you. You should call them and hang out."

She's missing someone and you wondered if she left her out on purpose. You're too pussy to ask.

"Do you all have the same numbers?"

Jennie stuffed her hands in her pockets, "Yeah, but you're going to have to unblock mine."

It's petty. You both know it, but you deserved it and Jennie couldn't bring herself to care either way.

"I'm sorry, Jennie."

That seemed to break her general silence.

"You slept with my best friend. I don't know if your kid is mine or hers."

You rolled your eyes so hard, you're pretty sure they got stuck in the back of your head for a moment.

The claim was old and tired. The two of you had resolved that little discrepancy back in Korea.

"Can we not do this right now?"

"Now's as good a time as any...I thought we were okay, Y/N. I thought we had fixed all of our problems. Then, you just up and left."

You don't have the mental capacity to continue this conversation.

"I had to do what was best for us. I loved you, I really did, but there was just too much riding on us working out. I couldn't do that to you or myself. So, I left."

Jennie shook her head, "You could have talked to me about it."

"Jennie. Look, I love you, but we were just not going to work back then."

Jennie looked like she was about to speak again, but decided against it, her eyes drifted back to Lily's hazel ones.

"Fine. But please call me sometime soon. Maybe we can have a less hostile conversation over dinner.

"Yeah, maybe."

With one last look at Lily, Jennie turned around and resumed her own errands.

Yes, another reason to hate grocery shopping. Sometimes you run into your ex-girlfriend in the produce section and she asks you the really hard questions. Hate when that happens.