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[madameaug]

BTS w/ Short Reader

Pairing: BTS x Black Fem Reader

Synopsis: Different moments with BTS having a short girlfriend

Request: @lelewright1234

A/N: Not edited just wanted to get it out. Will clean up later :)

Seokjin: Going to Dinner

One of the major perks of living in the city was being close to many diverse food cuisines. There was an Italian restaurant two blocks from your apartment, authentic Mexican food on the same block, and your favorite restaurant just ten minutes' walking distance away.

That was what you and Jin were currently doing. The fall breeze felt nice as you all engaged in small talk. The restaurant was a casual establishment. Not necessarily a hole in the wall, but it didn't require reservations either. Even during peak hours.

"I'm starving," you said dramatically. Your work was insane, and time just got away from you. Not even able to pick up something quickly from the nearby gas station. It was that type of day.

"Well, I just got paid, so feel free to splurge. I'm craving a juicy steak." Jin, equally enthused, rubbed his hands together. Jin had been working hard to put himself in the best position for a promotion. The industry was lucrative, but it was a dog-eat-dog world. He didn't have many 'friends' at his job. He did not see the need when he had his girlfriend, his best friend, anyway.

Taking a seat at the resteraunt, it was long before a friendly waiter greeted you all.

"Hi, welcome to Cheesecake Factory. I'm Ryan and I'll be your sever for the evening."

The waitor placed down the menus. "Can I get you started with something to drink?"

He tilted his head. "Oh my apologizes let me get you a kids menu." He rubbed the back of his head. He collected the menu in front of you so fast, you didn't have a chance to even correct him. Jin watched as you fixed your lip to correct the waiter. But he quickly shook his head no.

The waitor was moving amile a minute, and turned around going to go get a kids menu.

"I don't know if I should be offended or take it as a compliment." You jokingly posed the question.

"Take it as a compliment. Plus it's cheaper." Jin shrugged.

When the waiter came back, Jin accepted the miniature kid-sized menu.

"Okay, sorry about that. What can I get you to drink?"

Yoongi: Driving

"Good morning lovie." You cooed into the phone.

Yoongi groaned in response. Your warm greeting reminded that he agreed to pick you up from the airport. You traveled back home to your home country for a couple of weeks in the summer.

"I'm getting ready to get on my flight. I'll see you soon." You blew a kiss into the phone before hanging up. Yoongi was so delirious that he didn't even recall you hanging up. The eight-hour time difference was messing with him. He was already recovering from a long night before. He was one of those sleepers, where if you interrupted him, he couldn't go back to sleep after that.

But the warmth of the bed was working its magic. Yoongi, in one huff, flipped his pillow over. His body physically relaxed at the coolness. The satin pillowcases were a nice little touch that you added to the bedroom. They protected your natural hair in the event that your scarf slid off at night.

Soaking in the couple more hours of sleep that he got. Yoongi rolled out of bed, grabbing his keys. He shuffled slowly to his car. He slid one foot in the car, and groaned in pain as he hit his knee on the steering wheel.

Amid the pain and waking up, Yoongi looked at the driver seat.

"Why is it so far up?" He leaned down, sliding the chair at an appropriate distance for his legs. Finally getting in the car, he saw that all the car settings were off. His side mirrors turned in a lot more, and his rear view mirror was practically looking down into the back seat.

He smacked his lips, realizing the only person capable of adjusting his car settings was you, his girlfriend. You did some last-minute shopping before flying out all those weeks ago. You must have taken Yoongi's car.

He checked your location and saw that you were now twenty miles from the airport. Starting the car, hearing the engine purr. Yoongi felt his seat moving closer and closer to the steering wheel. Despite pressing the button, the car kept moving up the previous location. Yoongi's knees were damn near on top of the steering wheel.

Instead of responding grumpily, he laughed. "Shorty."

Hoseok: Clubbing

Finally, you and Hoseok reached the front of the club. Star Lounge had recently opened. You loved hitting the scene. Always being in the know. Hosoek your boyfriend was accompanying you. Thinking of your safety, a woman going to the club by herself- wasn't gonna happen on his watch. So he got dressed and met you at the line.

So after waiting nearly forty minutes in line you were rightfully upset when the security guard told you 'no.'

"What do you mean no."

"Read the sign lady." His head nodded to the sign in bold print beside him.

21+ club

"Yeah, I'm older than 21. Look at my ID." You did your best to keep calm. You are used to people thinking you are younger due to your age. Usually, a flick of your driver's license clears everything up.

The security guard was too involved in the other clubgoers to even look at the driver's license you had in your hand.

"If you hand me a fake, I'm putting you on the blacklist." He threatened.

Hoseok stepped in. Taking your license.

"We're not here to cause trouble or to hold up the line. Look at the driver's license. It's real."

With an attitude he looked at your ID. He even brought out the UV light. Flipping the card multiple times, trying to find any signs of fraud. But to be expected he couldn't find any.

"You can go in." He handed you the license, not making any eye contact. But make sure to add something smart to say. Hoseok ushered you in, taking you straight to the bar, to get the night started.

Namjoon: Pictures

You were taking yearly anniversary pictures with your fiancee Namjoon. The theme of the photoshoot was Midnight Kiss, fitting as Namjoon asked you to be his girlfriend on December 31st, mere seconds before the start of the new year. You were wearing a strappy four-inch heel that wrapped up your calf. Your dress was black with a sequence trailing the mesh sides. It cinched in your waist.

Namjoon wore a classic three-piece suit. He was handsome as ever and rocked the new low cut. The photographer was an energetic man who walked you both into placements. Complimenting on how photogenic you both were.

"Would you all like to do cute kiss pose?"

You nodded. Taking Namjoon's hands and placing them on your hips. As the taller individual natural Namjoon craned down to reach your lips. Right before your lips could touch, the photographer spoke up.

"Uh maybe we should find a new pose for Namjoon."

Slightly flustered, you looked to your fiancee. He too also looked confused.

"With the major height difference, Namjoon just looks... awkward."

"Oh-" Namjoon spoke. His slender fingers coming up to cover his mouth. You could see a smile creeping up.

"It just looked painful. Maybe let's try it sitting down." Pulling out a prop from the studio, Namjoon takes a seat first. You sit on his lap.

"Much better." The photographer crouches snapping the pose in different angles and lighting.

"I didn't think I was this short with the heels." You spoke between the kiss.

Namjoon chuckled. "I am six-foot, babe."

Jimin: Awardshow

You were at the Grammy's sitting beside your best friend, who accompanied you as your plus one to the event. The ceremony was dragging, and it was only forty minutes into the evening. The jokes were tiresome and the performances were frankly too loud. Overstimulated wasn't the word.

During one of the commercial breaks, you were getting ready to sneak a snack into your mouth when you heard your name called. Stuffing the snack into your purse, you smiled, turning your head.

Humbly coming up to you it was Jimin from BTS. You were well aware of who the singer was, as you both chatted privately from time to time. This was the first time you too were meeting in person.

"Yn. Hi!" Jimin bowed. He looked ethereal in his suit. His brown was a sandy brown hair. A middle part that looked perfect for him.

"May I hug you?" He spoke lowly taking note of your friend.

"Yes, of course. It's so good to see you." Standing up, you gave Jimin a warm hug, mindlessly rubbing his back. Jimin was glad to experience being in your arms. However, he didn't realize how short you were.

You only had a view moments before it was now time, for the show to continue. You waved Jimin goodbye as he walked back to his seat. It wouldn't be until after the award show that you would catch up with Jimin and his members. He was speaking informally about his encounter.

"I didn't realize how short Y/n was til I met her. She looks taller in her pictures."

Taehyung laughed hearing the retelling. Taehyung watched as you slinked up behind Jimin. In a more comfortable attire for the afterparty.

You wrapped you arm around Jimin's waist. Snuggling up to his side.

"I'm short eh." You feigned attitude.

Jimin looked down. Smiling seeing your face.

"You are it kinda caught me off guard."

"You're lucky my heels were hurting my feet." You laughed.

Taehyung: Sharing Clothes

It was a lazy Sunday at your apartment. Taehyung, your boyfriend was crashing at your place for the weekend. You all had an eventful day exploring new sites in the city. You all went rock climbing, ate lunch, and binged the newest season of Love is Blind.

Now you stood in the kitchen blending a fruit smoothie for yourself and Tae. The summer heat was seeping into your house, getting to the point where you had to take off your pants.

Taehyung just waking up stepped out from the corner. His wispy strands slightly sticking up on top of his head.

"Morning sleepy head." You greeted.

"Morning." Taehyung responded. He sat at the kitchen island. He sipped on the smoothie. Loving the pineapple and strawberry combination.

"Thank you."

"No problem baby." You smiled. You walked by Taehyung going to sit on the couch. Starting back up the season of Love is Blind you left off on last night. Taehyung followed your body as you propped your feet up.

"Yn?"

"Yeah?" You paused wanting to hear the conversation on the tv. Taehyung walked out the corner of your eye standing in front of you. He looked you up and down.

"Are you wearing pants?"

"Yeah." You pulled down the basketball shorts.

"I thought you were naked underneath."

"You sound disappointed." You teased back. Raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Mmm maybe." He spun back around sipping on his homemade smoothie.

Jungkook: High Shelf

The summer heat was nothing to mess with. It was increasing in temperature each passing summer. Jungkook's skin was slightly pink as he slid open the screen door from the backyard. He had a couple of friends over, and they were sitting outside sipping lemonade in the shade, doing everything in their power to avoid the scorching heat.

" Don't tell that story Jaehyun." Jungkook closed the door behind him.

Jungkook's heart nearly dropped watching you climb up in the chair. With wobbly knees you stood up on the chair.

Sturding the chair, Jungkook whisper scolded you.

"Jungkook. You scared me!" You placed a hand over your heart. "Don't come up behind me like that."

"You scared me stepping up on this chair. What are you trying to reach anyway?"

"I'm tryna reach some seasonings at the top of the cabinet." Jungkook motioned for you to step down off the chair. He slid it out of his way, stepping on his tiptoes to reach up and get the spices you pointed out for him.

"Just tell me next time okay." He lifted the chair placing it back. You laughed watching him slip back outside to converse with his friends.

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What is it, the Braids?!

Pairing: Jungkook x Jennette

Synopsis: Jennette starts feeling herself with her new summer hair do.

Get it sexy.

Get it sexy.

Get it sexy.

Boy you know this ass super fat.

"I ain't lying, though." Jennette bounced excitedly in the driver's seat. Six long hours in the hair salon were finally over. It was summertime and it was perfect for her to get her favorite summer hairstyle. Boxbraids. Her trusty stylist was getting ready to have her baby, and Jennette knew she would be more than a little occupied.

Sexyy Red's smash hit was just the icing to the latest hairstyle. It was the perfect hype-song. Sun was out, Jennette had her rooftop done, speakers vibrating the car. She caught glances at herself in the rear view mirror.

Bustdown middle part and I got it black (I'm a big fine ho)

Walkin' through the club lookin' like a snack (but you knew that though)

The song was taking her back to her undergrad years. Jennette wouldn't label herself as 'ho' or anything. But she definitely participated in hoodrat activities more than once, wearing low-waisted jeans and getting her belly button pierced after one night of too many shots. Getting pulled into the center of twerk circle, throwing it back flawlessly on her friends. Never tying herself down so she could flirt shamelessly with the different guys on and off campus.

Maybe it was a good thing, this song didn't come out a decade ago. Pulling up at a stop light, Jennette adjusted her braids, looking over at the car beside her. Two young men, probably college students themselves. The one is the passenger initiated a friendly wave.

Jennette returned the favor. Her body still grooving to the music. Looking at her playlist for another hype song to add to the queue. The same passenger made a 'call me' motion, doing his best to silently flirt.

Jennette shook her head no, pressing her foot on the gas. Driving to her familiar neighborhood. Driving slowly to her house, she saw Peanut chasing her dad in in the freshly cut grass. Quickly her little legs stopped chasing as she watched the familiar sedan park.

Jennette, still feeling the music, locked the car door before stooping low and opening her arms. Regaining her speed, Peanut collided her body into her mother's arms. Littering her face in kisses, Jennette bounced the toddler.

Joining his family Jungkook kissed Jennette on her forehead, avoiding the freshly laid baby hairs.

"You look good."

"I know." Jennette posed, twisting her hips to look behind her. Doing a gentle shake of her hips. The tips of her braids swaying past the crack of her behind.

"This might be one of my favorite looks." Jennette put down Peanut. She's been so used to having her hair in its signature twist-out that she almost forgot how much she loved braids. All she had to do was slip on her satin scarf and bonnet and sleep peacefully. A temporary break from her frequently twisting sessions.

"It definitely brings out a new side of you."

"You like it?" Jennette flirted her acrylic nail in the corner of her mouth.

"Abso-fucking-tly" Scooping her up in his arms, Jennette instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. Carrying her, Jungkook walked back over to where Peanut was playing.

[madameaug]

Good Kisser ||

Pairing: Erik x Lola

Synopsis: A performance to remember. (part 1)

R&B's sweetheart Dolores 'Lola' Montez walked elegantly on the carpet. Her motions were timid as she waved and smiled at the paparazzi. Lola was dressed by a rising designer, her good friend, who she lovingly called 'Mookie'. Mookie tailored the perfect dress for the annual Grammys. Her bust was pushed up to the rim but tastefully covered by a bedazzled flower arrangement. Her thigh peaked out from the high slit.

It was moments like these that she found herself reminiscing of her humble Baptist roots. Less than a year ago she was singing 'Joyful, Joyful' in a stuffy wool lined robe during Sunday service. She was blissfully unaware that a music representative from EMPIRE was attending the service. The agent would waste no time getting Lola and her parents over to the label to talk business. Getting in the studio for the first time she wasted no time writing an R&B track. Tonight she was joining the stage with Teyana Taylor, Summer Walker, and Muni Long for a musical contribution to Usher.

Her manager, with a winded lecture explained that this was the time to shed the 'innocent' look. Rnb was about melodies and sensuality. Heartbreaks and emotions. She had the vocals down pack, and a dedicated fanbase to take her far. Her manager and label wanted to shed this church girl image. Lola needed to look confident, and more importantly feel it. It was only right for her to bring the source of her confidence, Erik Stevens.

Standing directly behind her Erik had a calm presence she loved. He too was styled by Mookie. He looked polished from head to toe. Lola would never admit this outloud but Erik had a good sense of fashion. He never looked about of place, and new what colors suited his complexion best. And he was never afraid to change his hair do. His locs that had had all throughout his 8 years in the military were substituted for waves. His scruffy beard was clipped into a goatee. Standing firm at 6'1 he was a magnet for the paparazzi.

Lola held her hand out for him, he grasped it with no hesitation. He could feel the unease through her clammy hands. He offered a reassuring squeeze. A silent promise he wasn't going anywhere. He was here for her.

Erik looked at the antsy journalist setting up along the carpet. Hollering for the passing celebrities attention. Compared to watching these award ceremonies on tv, it was alot more chaotic in person. It was a constant buzz surrounding him. One of the many traits he could thank his ruthless training for. He could sort out bullshit.

"Lola darling. You look absolutely stunning!"

"Thank you, " Lola sincerely accepted the compliment. "I had to step out of my comfort zone."

"I can see that." Her comment was directed at Erik. He smiled, quickly redirecting the conversation back to Lola. Curiosity taking over, the journalist asked foundational questions to Erik.

"I'm an Oakland kid. Humble beginnings."

"Please tell me you have a single older brother." Her eyes screamed attraction. Her hips popped over to one side.

"I'm an only child." His voice was firm. Lola's smile didn't falter as she watched the journalist flirt. She wasn't the jealous type- at least she had a good way of hiding it. Her hand trailed to Erik's chest. An unmistakable display of their relationship. Her French nails, lovingly rubbed his body, Erik chuckled.

Taking her hand, Erik looked down at Lola. Brining her hand to his lips. He kissed her knuckle admiring the beauty in front of him. The flashing lights reflected off her dress. She was glowing, and her almond eyes were luring Erik in. So much so he forgot he was standing in front of the journalist and her camera man.

"Let's move along." Lola whispered so that only Erik could hear. She waved goodbye to the journalist guiding Erik down the carpet yet again.

<3

The countdown was on as Lola got the final touches to her stage makeup. She could hear the final beats of 'Confessions' fading. Hopping out of the chair, she whistled. A breathing technique her vocal coach taught her. The stage manager led her to her entrance spot, and she heard the metronome start to tick.

Erik sat in the audience. He was thoroughly impressed with the previous song selections. Teyana Taylor sung Confessions, Summer Walker did My Boo, and Muni Long did Love in This Club. Now to close out the dedication was Lola with Good Kisser.

The transition was smooth as the lights dimmed and the crowd got quiet. The stage was glowing red as Good Kisser played. Lola appeared at the stop of the staircase. She was posed as her back was to the audience. Her elegant gown she wore on the carpet was gone. She was in a skin tight body suit. Although the suit covered more skin than her gown, her body left nothing to the imagination. Every curve she had was fit snuggly into the outfit. She swung her hips before turning around to face the audience. The chair in the center of the stage was illuminated as she walked over to it. Each movement was deliberate and hypnotic.

Erik hadn't even realized he was now leaning in his seat. As Lola sat in the chair she hiked one leg on the chair. Her fingers tracing over her thigh. She sung beautifully as her eyes followed the camera on the stage. Male dancers joined her. Each were tall and fit. There shirts were off with plain black slacks.

The performance reached a new level of intensity as one dancer got close to Lola. The choreography was sensual. Bodies were barely apart as Lola leaned her back against his chest. His hands rocked her hips to the rythm, and on cue he spun her around. His face dipped into the crevise of her neck. Giving the illusion that he was kissing up on her.

Erik's posture became more tense. Sure he knew about the choreogh being intimate, but it was different seeing it in person. The entire audience was in a trance, Usher himself standing up giving his approval. Erik could only hope that his less than enthusiastic expression was not captured from the several cameras.

"Man, she's killing it." A voice behind Erik stated.

"She is." Erik smiled looking at the stage again. The choreography growing more provocative. More male dancers surrounded her as she slid down in the middle. Hands running down their abdomen. Her hands crossed in front of her as she crawled on the stage. Each movement her body grooved to the rhythm.

"What a show."

Sitting back in the chair Lola's feet hung off the side. Not a single note faltered as she danced. The same dancer from earlier came up to her. Holding her heel. Face riding up her thigh. With her finger Lola motioned for the man to get closer, Lola swung her leg. Shooing the dancer away. The song was almost over as she swished her hips. Erik could see the camera aimed directly at her behind. Catching every subtle sway of her butt. To conclude the song with a raspy run. She then did the final four-eight count with her backup dancers. She whined her hips. Embracing every moment of having the attention in the room.

Going into her final pose she remained still as the lights dimmed ot black. Not a second later the audience erupted in thunderous applause.

Erik was escorted behind the stage. Everyone he passed just spoke in praises about Lola's performance. His heart swelled hearing the compliments. Once he reached her dressing room he knocked, waiting for her sweet voice to respond.

"Erik! What did you think?" She engulfed the man.

"You were amazing."

"You think so." She rested her head on his shoulder. Careful not to get her foundation on his shirt.

"I almost had to snatch ole boy up." His tone was playful, with an edge of seriousness.

"Jealous much?"

"Not at all." In a swift motion, he lifted Lola underneath her thighs. He didn’t walk far before putting her down. The couple enjoyed each others company outside from the many eyes on the other side of the door.

“Do you want to go out tonight?” Lola asked, she got a text from Summer with an address to the official Grammy after party.

“If you want to.”

“Are you sure, I know parties can be overstimulating for you.”

“Yeah I’ll be good. Let’s go.”

[madameaug]

Finals Week, Or My Final Week

Pairing: Johnny x Black Reader (use of yn)

A/N: something quick :)

Johnny Storm could count on a singular hand the number of times he’s been in the campus library. Two of those times, he used it to cut through so he could get to his two o'clock public speaking class that just so happened to be in the building beside the library. Besides that, every time he stepped into the library, it was like he was entering it for the first time.

This week alone he beat his record, sometimes coming into the library twice a week. His friends thought Johnny was finally taking his school work seriously and “locking in”. Well that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

Reaching the fourth floor of the library he saw you focused with a perimeter of study supplies around you. Laptop open, two ginormous textbooks to your left, and a white board markers to your right. Your back was turned to him as you wrote down some chemical equations. From the way your wrist was moving, Johnny could tell your brain was moving even faster.

Organic chemistry, the infamous class that was known to kill any GPA if you weren’t ready to make sacrifices to study. You and your remaining twelve classmates were on the pre-med track, which meant you needed organic chemistry. Not to mention you needed to pass with a good grade to even be competitive nowadays.

Standing back at the board you looked over your work. Double checking to see if you made any simple mistakes before revealing the answer on the study guide your professor was generous to make.

“Dammit!” your shoulders dropped seeing that your four lines of balancing equations did not equate to the same answer your professor had.

“Johnny!” you jumped. Spinning a marker in his hand he greeted you back with a smile.

“I brought the goods.” He took out the array of snacks you asked him to bring you. You had already accepted you weren’t getting any sleep. Your first final of the semester was tomorrow, and you just had to start with organic chemistry. Your other classes microbiology, physics, and calculus were also spread out this week, but you weren’t nearly as worried about those. You needed a 87 on the final to keep your B in the class and a 34 to get a C in the class.

“I’m doomed.” You tapped your head against the white board. You mumbled under your breath cursing stereoisomers.

“Babe you’ve been cooped up in this library for ten hours. If you look at any more screens you’ll probably just blow up.” He stood up stretching, his faint happy trail showing.

“And that’s my thing.” He snapped his fingers showing a small flame. You reluctantly closed your laptop before stand up as well. Your joints popped as you stood.

Looking behind you, the floor was practically empty. Earlier when you arrived there were five different groups in here working on projects. Your phone displayed the time, causing you to rub your hands down your face.

Johnny is typical Johnny fashion was retelling his latest mission with his team. He pulled you to sit on his lap, and handed you the tasty fruit snacks. You usually looked forward to hearing all the stories from Johnny’s mission with the Fantastic Four, however the looming final exam was pushing its way to the forefront of your mind. It was a cumulative final worth 40% of your grade.

“Babe did you hear what I said?" His laughter dying out slowly. You probably should have laughed to make it less obvious that you weren't listening to his story.

"Sorry, I'm just not in the headspace." You looked the whiteboard. The once spotless whiteboard was now a faint blue color due to the frequent erasing you had done in the past three hours.

"Yn, you're one of the smartest people I know. You're so smart you'll probably cure cancer someday. You've worked your butt off all semester. This one test doesn't define you, actually this one class doesn't define you."

You looked down at his blue eyes. Bringing his head to your chest, you thanked him for the encouraging words.

"This class would be so much easier if my professor didn't get joy from seeing students fail." Turning you both to face the table, Johnny reached for your laptop.

"C'mon, I'll help you study." He opened your laptop, pulling up the study guide you had been working through. He hid is reaction seeing that the study guide was thirty pages long with multistep problems on each page.

"Okay, what the hell, nucleophile? Sounds like some low-budget sci-fi movie." He squinted at your laptop. Johnny's easy-going personality made it easy for people to think he wasn't the brightest lightbulb. He looked forward to the exciting, action-packed, centered packs of life.

But ever since he got his powers, he had to grow up. Objectively speaking, his powers were the most detrimental if he were to get out of control. Despite several experiments Reed did to determine how hot he could get, he broke the scale every time. So, while he may not come across as the brainy type, he knew a few things about thermodynamics and some levels of organic chemistry.

"It's a molecule or ion that donates an electron pair to form a chemical bond. You know, basic stuff."

"Yeah, totally basic," he said with a smirk, tapping his temple like he’d just memorized it. "Nucleo-whatever attacks, bond forms, bada-bing, bada-boom, chemistry magic."

“Why are you like this?” you muttered, unable to suppress a smile.

“Because you love it,” Johnny said, leaning closer, his voice dropping to a low, teasing tone. “Admit it, you’d be bored out of your mind without me.”

You tried to ignore the way your heart did a little flip at how close he was. Instead, you shoved his shoulder lightly. “Focus, Storm. If you’re going to sit here and ‘help,’ at least make yourself useful.”

“Alright, Doc” he said, sitting up straighter and rubbing his hands together. “Hit me with a question. Let’s see if I can finally make my high school chemistry teacher proud.”

You smirked, flipping through your stack of flashcards until you found a particularly tricky one. “Fine. Explain the difference between SN1 and SN2 reactions.”

Johnny stared at you blankly. “…Did you just sneeze?”

You burst out laughing, covering your face with your hands as you shook your head. “Oh my God, Johnny, no! SN1 and SN2 are reaction mechanisms! One involves a carbocation intermediate, and the other is a one-step process—never mind, why am I explaining this to you?”

“Hey, I’m learning!” he protested, though the mischievous glint in his eye told you he was mostly just enjoying watching you geek out. “So… SN1 has, like, a pit stop? And SN2 is fast and furious?”

“That’s… actually not the worst analogy,” you admitted, giving him a surprised look.

He beamed like you’d just handed him a trophy. “See? I’m a genius. Now, can we take a snack break? I hear the vending machine calling my name.”

You shook your head, laughing despite yourself. “Fine. But you’re buying, since you’re the one dragging me away from studying.”

“Deal.” Johnny stood up and stretched, holding out a hand to you. “Come on, let’s refuel your big, beautiful brain.”

The next day...

You walked out of the physical science department. Your head was held high as you were the first one to leave the classroom. A weight was taken off your shoulders, as your most challenging semester exam was now behind you.

Face to face with the December chill, you looked around for Johnny. He was meeting up with you to hear how your final went. With a full sprint of energy you ran into his arm. Legs crossing around his hips, as you rattled off phrases of excitement.

"Slow down, tiger."

"You won't believe what happened during the exam." You still spoke with the same enthusiasm but a little bit slower. Remaining quiet, waiting for you to finish.

"The study guide was the test! I can't freakin' believe it!"

"So the answers were the same?" Johnny's voice gathered similar enthusiasm.

"Yes!" You both celebrated outside the building, looking like crazies to the passing students and faculty.

"I can't stop smiling; oh my gosh, I have to call my mom." You dropped down. You hugged him before walking off and dialing your mother's number.

[madameaug]

Scandal || KTH x OC

Pairing: Actor!Taehyung x !Actress! Mei Mei

Mei Mei and Taehyung are the leads for the spicy, hot, and jaw dropping spin off of NBC's Scandal. Instead of an affair in the Whitehouse, it's the love story of two political rival's children. The chemistry on screen and on the carpet is undeniable.

Red Carpet, 8:05 pm, Hollywood California

Mei Mei looked amazing. The lights were hitting his skin perfectly. Makeup is flawless, pores absent. Large fluffy lashes complimented her hazel eyes. She was serving in every sense of the word. No one could take away her shine, not even if they tried. The designer dress wrapped her body like a second skin. The dress had a deep plunge, showing off bits and pieces of her cleavage. It was the perfect balance of sexy and chic. It was the complete opposite of the character she played. Her character was preppy, conservative, and always had her shit together. Daughter of a Prime Minster, it was expected of her.

Her character wouldn't allow herself to expose so much skin, for stranger's eyes to look at. The only man who would even look at her fully naked body was her steamy fling, played by Tae.

Taehyung stood at the other end of the red carpet. His hair was slightly crimped and dangling over his eyes. His lips were straight, but his eyes smiled wide and extensive. His head turned slightly, spotting his castmate Mei Mei. A smile cracked his stoic look.

In seconds he took to stride across the carpet to get to Mei Mei was comical. His big hands found a natural rest on her hip bone. The pair hugged, Mei Mei careful not to rub her foundation on his face.

"It's so good to see you, baby." Mei Mei's manicured nails touched the bottom of his chin.

"Likewise." Taehyung

The cameras were eating up the interaction. There were already hour long compliations of 'TaeMei' on the internet. Combining from their scenes and interviews they've done together. Pop culture was doing everything in its power to, make this ship sail.

"You look beautiful." Taehyung shamelessly checked out Mei Mei. The dress rucching tightening in the back. Making her figure even more goddess-like. Mei Mei was already on the taller side. 5'8 without her typical heels. But now on the carpet she was standing roughly at 6'1. A stallion was the most appropriate way to describe her.

Taehyung loved tall women (short women too), but tall women were now digging a special place in his heart.

With arms interlocked the pair walked down to where some of the interviewers were stationed. Individually they have done hundreds of interviews. Only when doing interviews together, was it actually fun.l

What is your favorite scene you've done together?

Mei Mei immediately started laughing. She liked simple questions that showed Mei Mei the person, not but on an act and answer how her character would.

"I think the scene we did when our characters first met. Our characters got held for ransom, technically."

Mei Mei trailed off, but Tae was not in the same room as her. He was in a different reality. His eyes were just looking over the beautiful woman beside him. He couldn't help it.

Mei Mei was a gorgeous woman. He wasn't blind. One of the reason he was glad he was doing this romance drama was because he didn't have to fake attraction to hi screenpartner. It was all natural. Although he maintained a professional aspect, but if Mei Mei wanted to explore something, Tae would be down.

"I'm sorry. What was the question?" Tae lowered his eyes at the interviewer. Even a blind man could see that Tae was making her melt. Melt so much, that she started stuttering to get out the next question.

"What are some of your favorite looks this season."

"I wore a body fitted denim dress, with a long sleeve white blouse underneath. That was a memorable look for me on set. The second one-"

"Damn I remember that. You looked good, baby." He stepped behind Mei Mei, his hands wrapping around the front of her dress. Not necessarily resting on her stomach but more on her belly button. His veiny hands becoming an accessory for her dress.

"I love it when he calls me that." Mei Mei let out a girly screech.

"Thank you, baby." She returned the comment. Neither one of them packed down from the eye contact they were holding. Not giving a second thought to the cameras, still capturing every moment they shared. The interviewer long forgotten, she was too stunned that Tae give his infamous 'fuck me' eyes.

Taking the cue to move on, Mei Mei led Tae to the next interviewer, hand in hand. Oh for sure they were going to be the talk of the night.

Commenter 1: I love seeing my parents together

Commenter 2: I just know Tae's girlfriend is sliding down the wall Commenter 3: I need someone to look at me the way Tae looks at Mei Mei Commenter 4: They just need to launch the relationship at this point. It's getting ridiculous Commenter 5: Mei Mei is so pretty Commenter 6: I love seeing black women happy :)

[madameaug]

I really love your stories sm idk if you take requests or not but if you are could I request where Jungkook won’t stop smacking and grabbing his girlfriends butt (we all know he’s an ass man i can 100% confirm that ☝🏽🤓)

Agreed, agreed. Jungkook may not be touchy in public, but in private. Heh well that's a different story.

Pairing: Jennette x Jungkook

*this is just the outfit Jennette is in*

"I hate the cold so much," Jennette muttered to herself. She had gotten up twice in the past two minutes to grab a thicker blanket. The thermostat read 67 degrees, but it felt like the Arctic. Winters in Korea were no joke. She yearned for nothing else than for the Georgia heat. After taking the next big step in their relationship. Jennette made the big move across two large oceans to Busan. Her adjustment period was much quicker than that of other Americans moving to a homogenous country. She had her boyfriend Jungkook, his friends, and her co-workers. Who knew South Korea was in desperate need of social workers. Jennette worked for a private multi-million fertility adoption clinic. Ensuring that children who were in foster care went to good homes. She loved her job, the people she worked with, and the couple extra hundred dollars in her biweekly paycheck.

After another week of going to the office, Jennette and Jungkook decided to host a game night. It was a tradition that started six months ago that the two couples and Yoongi would hang out with each other at least once a month.

She had Twister, Cards Against Humanity, Game of Life, and Uno across the glass table in her living room. Earlier in the week she deep cleaned the carpet. So she could just relax and wait for her guest and Jungkook to arrive. With perfect timing, Jungkook's key chains rocked against the door, announcing his return.

"I got the pasta, baby." Jennette had been talking about her favorite cheesy pasta dish at the local Italian mom-and-pop shop. It was loaded with four different types of cheeses. The pasta was made in-house and beautifully cut into an angel hair shape she loved, along with the prestigious garlic bread with just enough crunch.

"Thank you so much, bug." Handing her the bag, Jennette took a moment to allow the thin paper bag to sit on her lap. Enjoying the transfer of heat from the food onto her thighs. She relaxed into the couch, slowly transcending into heaven.

"The girls texted me not long ago. They are crossing the bridge, so they should be here soon."

"Okay."

Coming back from the kitchen, Jungkook admired Jennette's form. She is beyond a blanket burrito status. All you could see was the round puff of her cheeks and her purple glasses. Two thick comforters wrapped around her head from head to toe.

"Baby, are you that cold?"

She couldn't even respond to the simple question due to her uncontrollable teeth chattering. Motioning her to come to him. Like a cricket, Jennette was rubbing her feet together. Attempting anything to get some warmth.

"Its to- too cold."

"Lemme warm you up." He leaned over and flipped the switch, igniting the fireplace in the living room. The fire put on a warm glow on Jungkook's olive skin.

"You have two minutes." It took Jennette a couple of seconds to untangle herself from the wrap of blankets. Shuddering over to Jungkook, she hugged him. Her hands slipped past his denim jacket and touched his warm, bare skin. Jungkook had to control himself from jumping at the cold touch. He placed his head horizontally over hers. Jungkook rarely had an issue with skinship. He was going to take any chance he had to be in Jennette's personal space. If he could shrink himself to fit in her skin, best believe he would.

Jennette sunk her head so that her face was in front of his abdomen. Her lower back was now low enough for Jungkook to get the perfect view of her butt crack.

Jungkook took it upon himself to rub her butt is a soothing manner. Jennette was too busy soaking in the warmth to nag him about his frisky hands. Jungkook used the palm of his hands to rub her behind in a circular pattern. This would have put her to sleep if they weren't expecting their friends to arrive in a few minutes. The couple stood in a comfortable silence, slightly rocking. Jennette couldn't lie and say that Jungkook was an efficient heater. She squeezed him tighter.

"I don't know how you can remain so warm. YOO! WHAT THE FUCK!" Jennette screamed, holding onto her pants. Jungkook, slightly embarrassed, hid the smile growing on his lips.

"Sorry baby I got carried away."

In one swift motion, Jungkook's big hands took an oversized grip on her ass. He lifted Jennette off the ground with all his strength, effectively startling her. Calming down, she swatted his chest.

"I gotta keep my eye on you." Jennette laughed off the manner, not knowing what more the night and Jungkook would have to offer.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

The six adults were in an intense round of Twister. Jungkook and Nala were already out for not keeping their hands on the designated color. Now, it was just Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jennette. Hoseok looked like a cool cucumber. Twister was simply a flexibility test to him. A piece of cake. He was glad he was pretty limber, or this bridge position would have been challenging to hold. He now had to move his left foot to a yellow dot just an inch away from where it originally was.

"Ha! Easy."

Now it was Jennette's turn. Out of the three of them, she was in the most accessible position. She was a simple upright position with her legs slightly spread. Yoongi was hunched over with one hand touching the mat. The spinner was behind her, so she asked Jungkook to flick the spinner for her.

"Ooo, left hand on blue." Nala cheesed.

Jennette gulped, assuming a downward dog position. She could only maintain this position for a few seconds until her right hand could be another circle. Preferably another blue circle. Trying to keep her balance, her hips swayed in the hair. Catching the lingering eyes of Jungkook. From this angle, nothing was stopping Jungkook from staring. Sipping on his beer, he found himself in deep thought.

Did Jennette's butt get bigger?

Jungkook looked like that meme of the woman with math equations floating across her face. The further he lingered on his girlfriend's curves, the more complicated it would be for him to pretend to be expected in front of his friends. But genuinely, he was confused. The loungeset was naturally baggy. Even her pants pooled at her ankles. Yet it appeared to become body-contouring at certain parts. Her thighs and butt to be particular. There was no panty line shown in her pants. Just the upper fatty portion of her behind. It was a sunrise over flat land. All you can see is how big and wide the sun truly is. There are no trees or buildings to shrink the overgrown star.

Her butt must have really gotten bigger.

Letting his impulses get the best of him, Jungkook popped Jennette's behind. The force was enough to get Jennette to break formation, eliminating her from the game.

"Jungkook!"

"One down, one more to go."

"That's not fair!"

"Don't be a sore loser, babe. Come join us at the loser couch."

Hoseok was okay with the obvious Jungkook interference. He was too competitive to care about 'fairness'. Out was out, and he now stood a more substantial chance at winning. In his eyes, Jungkook just helped his case by eliminating Jennette.

" You're the worst." She folded her arms now watching the battle between Yoongi and Hoseok.

<3 <3 <3 <3

"Alright, what is up with you?" Jennette pulled Jungkook into the kitchen away from their friends' sitting, watching a cheesy Hallmark Thanksgiving film.

"What do you mean? I'm not doing anything."

"Your hand was literally down my pants." He wasn't being completely inappropriate. He was tired of massaging the fabric of her lounge pants. He wanted to touch the real thing. He had to ensure that his eyes weren't playing tricks about the actual size of Jennette's ass. So he slid his hand down her pants, rubbing her bare behind.

Jennette stuck her head out, ensuring her friends were still watching the movie. She could see that they were dozing off. Yoongi's eyes were closed, and his baseball cap covered his eyes.

"You don't want me to touch you? That's all you had to say."

"No, it's not that. It's just- well. You are typically more reserved with your touches, especially in front of others."

"You're beauty had just been hitting different baby. I don't want to take it for granted."

"I literally look the same Jungkook."

"Your pants say otherwise. You've been filling out your pants, baby."

"Nig- boy shut up. Stop playing."

"I'm serious. You getting thick on me." Jungkook new what words to blow up Jennette's head with. For all of her adult life, she was on the slimmer side. A 'skinny fat'. The weight that she did gain went to her thighs, skipping her ass entirely. Now hearing from Jungkook that her butt was getting bigger, she was feeling herself.

"Are you sure." She spun around to examine her own butt.

While standing in the kitchen, she fixed herself another scoop of the cheesy pasta that she had yet to finish earlier.

"Before, I only needed one hand, but now I need two. Almost a third hand."

Jennette busted out laughing. Jungkook tapped Jennette's butt rhythmically. Playing with her ass like there were literal bongos (no Cardi or Meg)

Taking her spoon, she gathered a generous amount. She held the spoon ready to feed Jungkook. He opened his mouth and accepted. Moaning at the four different cheeses.

"See? It's so good." She alternated feeding him and herself. Yet again Jungkook's hands found themselves on her butt. Grabbing handfuls of her butt, with not a care in the world.

XOXO

(now cleaned up)

[madameaug]

One of Your Girls: KTH x Black Reader

Pairing: Actor Taehyung x Friend zoned Black Reader

Reader is delusional (like most of us), kinda feel bad, down horrendous, love sick for sure. Kinda mopey tone

I never could have imagined myself being a The Weekend girl. A girl who was so desperate for male attention that she convinced herself that being a side-chick was okay. Uttering that stupid phrase "he knows where home is." I actively laughed and made fun of those girls. Side chicks who believed that they would one day become the wife. That the man who was dragging her along would come to his senses. That she had something special and would motivate him to change his dirty dog ways. Ha! What fools.

Yet there was a voice that didn't belong to me , reciprocating that belly-aching laugh.

Look at you in madly in love with a man who sees you as nothing more than a friend.

Even though no one was pointing that finger at me the embarrassment was swallowing me up whole. Yet again here I laid in the California King bed, alone, hoping he would still be here with me. That after he tucked me into bed, that he would be curled up beside me. I wouldn't dare allow myself to hope that maybe in our mutual intoxication, we shared this bed in a more intimate sense. That I finally escaped the isolating box of friendship. Removing the burn of being called his friend, but rather yet just his.

"Ms. Yn? Are you awake?" Judah Tae's assistant spoke on the other side of the door. Huh, I guess he knew about me staying the night. I wasn't a total fool to know that Judah coming to wake me up, was a clear sign from Tae that my window of being a guest was rapidly closing. He was too much of a coward to address me head-on and politely kick me out. So he tasked that to either his softspoken Judah or his rough-around-edges security guard Binky. At this point I would have preferred Binky to wake me up.

"I'm up, Judah." I picked up my belongings that were scattered across the ground. Nothing too serious but a bright red corset top and a slinky black maxi skirt.

"Your phone and purse are on the dining table, and your Uber is outside. No need to rush out, take your time."

Judah added that last sentence to cushion the blow that I was again getting the discreet dismissal from his boss. I was the pitiful girl who couldn't get the hint. Or perhaps refused to get the hint.

I sat in front of the vanity mirror, getting myself together. Yes, I was a bit prideful. Even though I was on the edge of another anti-climatic emotional breakdown, I'll be damned if I showed it. If fake it til I make it was a person, it would be me.

Drunk me in all her right mind, was smart enough to remove the layers of makeup on my face. They weren't smeared across Taehyung's satin pillow sheets. Sheets I like to think he got for me, to protect my natural hair. I just like to think that he's thinking of me.

Catching my eye were two photo frames. The larger one contained Taehyung and his castmates of Hwarang. He was the youngest and his older castmates had bunny ears behind his head. Even though it was hard to see as Taehyung was dressed in a traditional hanbok. His perfect smile on display, his big ears poking out lateral to the black head strap. He looked like a kid in the candy store. Smiling cheek to cheek, that he actually looked like his six year old self.

Should I truly feel shame for allowing myself to fall in love with a man like him. A man who was kind, interested in the things I liked, was single, intelligent, and had a passion within his career. I wouldn't be exaggerating for saying that Kim Taehyung was one of a kind. It would be hard to find another like him. No. There is no one like him. I was already lucky to be in his space as a friend. Someone who he didn't have to worry about betraying him to the gossip-hungry tabloids, airing out his dirty laundry for the world to sift through and mock. I was honored to be his number one confidant, his best friend. But I won't lie to my heart and say I wish we were something more.

I wish I met his grandmother, the most important woman of his life under the guise of lover. That he posted my face on social media holidays like National Girlfriend Day. I wish that I had an initial in his bio, showing that he was taken.

But instead, I was reminded of the reason why none of my wishes would come true. His true love was currently occupying that space. The female co-star that he was currently the lead with. She was a beautiful ray of sunshine inside and out. Everything about her was pretty. Her skin was clear and smooth, not an imperfection is sight. She had a youthful look to her, easily being mistaken as Taehyung's junior despite her being older than him. Even her name translated to 'pretty' in both her native language and Korean. I didn't need intense calculations to understand why Taehyung was in love with her. If I was a male, hell I'd probably be in love with her too.

Which is why it hurt the most seeing the two lovebirds hug each other so lovingly. Her smile was turning into rambunctious teasing. Bragging that she won this little onsided game between us. That she was the victor in this drawn-out battle for Taehyung's attention and affection.

That I YN YLN was a loser. That I earned second place. Nah. That wouldn't stand for much longer. Kim Taehyung was in love with me. A seedling somewhere in that big heart of his was reserved for me. His girlfriend was the overcast, preventing my little seed from growing. Two can play this game. And rest assured, that this time I would be victorious.

Muah Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!!!!!!

(just jokes- i don't support homewrecking <3)

[madameaug]

Work Wife || JJK x OC

Pairing: Jungkook x Jennette

Context: Jungkook's self-appointed work wife oversteps at the Christmas party.

*woman is not a face claim for Jennette

"Is this Mick Jung's residence?" Jennette was polite when speaking to the woman who answered the door. She could not attend the office ceremony because she was securing child care for Peanut. She would have a sleepover at her Godmother Nala “Lala” house. So Jungkook texted her just to come to the after-party at Mick’s house. She had sat in the car for five minutes, ringing Jungkook’s phone. But knowing him, he was probably in some deep conversation, not paying any attention to his phone.

Yasmin, the woman answering the door was the gyms talent acquisition director. Jennette had seen her before in passing at some of Jungkook and Jaehyun’s fights. However this was the first she ever directly interacted with her.

"Whose asking?" Penny stands up straighter to prevent Jennette from looking inside the house. Unlike Penny, Yasmin knew exactly who Jennette was. The girlfriend of the most famous fighter at the gym. She thought she would have Jungkook to herself since there was no sign of her at the office ceremony.

“Jennette.” She didn’t like that her response came out like a question. If Penny kept staring her down, she would feel compelled to pull out her driver's license.

"Yo!" Coming to Jennette's rescue was Mick. "Don't keep her outside. Come on in."

Reluctantly, Yasmin stepped aside to let Jenentte inside the house. The home decor was seasonal, with a gold and white Christmas theme.

“Mick you must clearly be in the Christmas mood.” Jennette complimented. This was her first time stepping foot in his home in person but she’s seen pictures. It was a bachelor pad, but not as messy. Sexually suggestive artwork with proudly displayed alcohol bottles.

It was what you expect a boy decorating his first college apartment to look like. Mick was past his college days by at least a decade. But shared the same taste as one.

“I have very important company over.” His head turned toward an asian woman looking around the apartment. A red solo cup in her hand, but she had on thigh high heels. Her salt and pepper hair was blowed out straight and framed her thin face nicely. She looked like she meant business. A sharp contrast to Mick’s goofy demeanor.

“I see.”

“She’s so pretty.”

Mick was clearly drunk, but in good spirits. He was chatty, escorting Jenentte into the thick of the party. Friends of Mick were socializing with cups of jello shots in their hands.

"How's my girl doing. She talking yet?" Mick asked about his honorary niece.

"Is she talking? She won't stop talking." Jennette gushed. Peanut was finding her voice. Instead of relying on hand gestures to communicate what she wants, she'll use her voice. Her voice was raspy, but so adorable.

"All day, she just tells Jungkook and me 'no.' "

Jennette soon realized she was talking to herself, as Mick was swayed into another conversation. Slightly awkward Jennette went on the hunt for Jungkook. The person she was accompanying at this event in the first place.

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Jennette hadn't realized she stepped into the lioness's den. It didn't take her long to find Jungkook in the house. He was in the kitchen talking to Jaehyun and Yasmin. His back was to her front.

Yasmin put on her friendly act, announcing Jennette's arrival. Jungkook was overly excited and kissed her forehead affectionately.

“So this is the Jennette I’ve heard so much about.” Yasmin started, catching the attention of Jungkook. The statement was odd. He didn’t go rambling about his relationship with Jennette. Unless he was in Mick’s office then he would talk his head off about his family. Never to regular employees at the gym. Especially not to those that work more in the office than the physical gym.

“So what are y’all? Like friends or something.”

“We’re dating.” Jennette answered shirt and sweetly. Unsure of what Yasmin’s motives taking a sudden interest in her relationship with Jungkook. She could assume that it wasn’t good, from the cold welcome she got at the door.

“She’s the mother of my child.” Jungkook corrected.

“Oh so she’s just your baby momma.” She swallowed the jell-o shot. The liquid courage making her bolder with the following statements.

“Are you expecting again?”

“No, the fuck.”

“Oh! Oh my goodness. I’m so sorry.” She turned to make a face, believing the at if she twisted her body, Jennette couldn’t see the fake guilty on her face.

“Let’s talk about something else.” Jaehyun steered the conversation away the emotional landmines, Yasmin was trying to set.

“I didn’t mean to be rudeee. I just thought Jungkook and I were close.”

“When we trained together a couple of times, sitting beside each other in meetings, road trips to meet potential clients together all those years ago. We had a lot of good times together.” Her voice was drawn out trying to create a seductive drawl.

The mind tricks did little to Jennette. Plus, she didn’t know Jungkook when he first moved to America. So whatever and whoever he was doing in his romantic life was none of her business.

“Yasmin that was one time and almost six years ago. When I first moved to Georgia.”

“Did you know that so many people shipped us together? We were like husband and wife. We were like the ideal couple, that never was. I was the one who got away.”

“Work wife?” Jungkook nearly choked on his shot.

Yasmin was trying to frame her words to have a deeper meaning than what truly happened like a lioness showing her claws to warn prey that she was dangerous. If Yasmin was trying to spark a light of jealousy in Jennette, then she was failing. If anything, she was only making Jungkook more annoyed and irritated by her presence.

"Are yall in love or something? Or is this a temporary thing?"

"Yasmin I think you've had too many shots. They literally have a kid together." Jaehyun chimed in. Not sure why Yasmin was choosing this moment in particular to interogate Jungkook.

"I didn’t get this tattoo for nothing.” He stretched his neck, showing his tattoo dedicated to Jennette. It was Jennette's lip print on the right side of his neck, with the letter 'J' in cursive.

He also just got a tattoo dedicated to Peanut as well. Except it was on his chest. Her infant foot prints on his chest, above his heart. There was no doubt in his mind about how committed he was to his family. Jennette and Peanut were his girls for life.

"I think the babysitter is calling." Jennette spoke up to Jungkook. It was the secret code that they would use to excuse themselves out in public. Taking his cue, he exuded himself from the conversation. Saying goodbye to Jaehyun in Korean.

Once back outside in front of Jennette's car, the couple immediately started laughing.

"If looks could kill." Jennette started. "I think Yasmin like you."

"Literally no."

"She was definitely marking her territory. It would explain the warm welcome I got at the door."

"Wait, what did she say to you?"

"It's not necessarily what she said. It was more of how she said it. Her body language spoke volumes.”

"I've literally only seen her four times. And I'm not even exaggerating."

"Sounds like you've made quite the impression, Mr. Jeon."

"Marry me."

"Is that your proposal?"

"Not the official one. But I do want to marry you."

"Looks I need to marry you, before ole girl comes snatches you up."

"Hush." Jungkook looked over his shoulder.

"I wouldn't let that happend. I didn't push out your baby just stay a baby momma."

"My sexy baby momma. Soon to be wife.”

"Damn right."

Jungkook opened Jennette's door. Running to his side and opening up his door.

"What about Mick?" Jennette's seatbelt clicked.

"He's playing host, so he's distracted." Jungkook shrugged waisting no time pulling out of the lot.

In the mist of their comfortable silence, Jungkook brought up the question.

"You didn't technically answer my question."

"Well you didn't techincally ask so I don’t have to answer."

"I just want some reassurance. You still want to be the future Mrs. Jeon."

"Assuming I'm still gonna get a real proposal when I'm not in cheesy Christmas pajamas. Yes, Jungkook I'll marry you."

Jungkook didn't respond but a huge grin appeared on his face. He pumped his fist, hitting his knuckles on the overhead of the car.

“Ow!”

[madameaug]

Jungkook's Random Morning w/ Peanut

Pairing: Jungkook + Peanut

AN: Italics represent Jungkook speaking in Korean :)

Fatherhood surprisingly reversed Jungkook's late-night habits. His career as a boxer undoubtedly helped, but fatherhood would be why he states if asked. Peanut can get quite gasy, leading to her be fusy. Jungkook would hear her congested whines and walk across the hallway to her room.

"Bicycle kicks." In a back-and-forth motion, Jungkook moves Peanut's chunky legs. She let out tiny grunts before releasing a powerful funky fart.

"P.U Peanut." Jungkook fanned his nose. Peanut let out a sigh of release. Now that Peanut was in that stage of tummy time, Jungkook would lay a soft blanket on the carpet. Place Peanut on her stomach and do a couple of simple mobility stretches. He had to stay as loose and limber as possible. He was doing mock punches in the air, staying light on his feet. He was far enough to ensure he didn't accidentally step on little Peanut. Oh, his heart would be crushed, and Jennette would actually murder him.

Once his heart rate was elevated, Jungkook noticed Peanut turning her head. There was a slight shake in her neck, but for the most part, she had it down-packed. Peanut was such an easygoing baby.

Getting down on his stomach, Jungkook was face to face with Peanut. Her glossy, dark brown eyes were concentrated on his face. As if her little eyes were trying to take mental pictures of his face.

Jungkook was falling in love within seconds. Jungkook was a firm believer in the multiple loves a person can experience. It is platonic, one that he shared with his friends from Korea. The six older guys truly took Jungkook under their wing. Namjoon, Seokin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung were like brothers to him. Big brothers who were amazing uncles to his Peanut.

Romantic love is next, the one that he's experiencing with Jennette. He had an average dating life, a couple of girlfriends after high school, and a few series ones when he was a novice boxer. Yet none of them stuck around or even evolved past physical attraction. Jennette was truly a friend in the beginning of their relationship. A social worker and boxer, a weird combination that no one initially thought would sprout onto something further. She loved him as much as she pretended to downplay it. She loved him, and Jungkook could shout from the rooftops how much he returned those feelings. He was going to marry Jennette one day, one day soon.

And finally was paternal love. He was basking in the one every day since Peanut took her first breath. Every spit-up, changing of shitty diapers and foul-odored farts rarely phased him. Jungkook embraced every moment of this stage in Peanut's life. This brief time Peanut is totally dependent on him. During this brief time Peanut's only method of communication is a whine, cry, or smile. These were the moments that would become invaluable.

"I love you Peanut"

In slow motion, Peanut started to lean over. The unequal weight distribution caused her to rock slightly. With his natural dad instincts, Jungkook used one hand to catch the side of her face before she tilted over. Jungkook's thumb rubbed over her cheek.

He kept repeating his love for Peanut.

"I love you Peanut"

"I love you Peanut"

"I love you Peanut"

"I love you Peanut"

[madameaug]

But My Mommy Said No || JJK

Pairing: Jungkook & Peanut (OC) ft. Jennette

I'm sure we've all seen this tik tok . This kid knows wassup. Peanut is slightly aged up in this fic. She's gonna be around the same age as the little boy, so I'd say three. Italics represent Korean

None of the pictures are face claims for Peanut/Jennette/Jungkook <3

Jungkook mindlessly bent over to pick up the pieces of doll clothing in the loft. The loft, his designated man cave, was now where Peanut's toys were stored. His Xbox wasn't even plugged up, because he didn't want to risk his precious Peanut tearing it up. With the days passing she was only getting faster and faster in her walk. Meaning she could get into to trouble quickly if he or Jennette wasn't watching.

"Peanut cup."

"Yes."

Peanut peaked her head out of Jungkook and Jennette's shared bedroom.

"Come here. I have something for you."

Her dark brown eyes lit up, hearing Jungkook had something for her.

"Present?"

She learned over trying to get a look at what Jungkook held behind his back. Peanut could barely hold her excitement.

"Lollipop! I got it for you."

Peanut looked at the red lollipop as if it was a vegetable. She babbled, her face carried with unease. Jungkook expected Peanut to thrust her tiny body into his arms will appreciation, before slobbering down the lollipop. Instead she took two small steps backwards.

"I can't have that." She looked at her father. "My mommy said I can't have that."

"But I'm your dad. I said you can have it."

That did little to ease Peanut's concerns. She rejected the lollipop.

"I'm in charge around here. You can have the lollipop."

"I'mma choke."

"Peanut cup, you can have it daddy promise."

"I'mma choke."

"I'll watch you, okay. You're not gonna choke."

The little girl shook her head. It wasn't typical for Peanut to have candy. It wasn't something that they used to reward her for good behavior. Jungkook could count on both hands the amount of times he's seen Peanut with candy, since she's been alive.

For a second Peanut hesitated. In her three-year-old mind, she really wanted to eat that lollipop. But the stern warning she got from her mommy was ever so clear.

No candy, especially no lollipops. I don't want you to choke. Mommy would be so sad.

For what little she could understand, Peanut didn't want her mommy to be sad. Nor did she want to experience choking.

"I don't wan it."

"Why not?" Jungkook was asking for entertainment purposes. Peanut was standing her ground and was not going to take the lollipop. Jennette's influence was clear.

"Cause my mommy said no."

"But I'm in charge of mommy. I make the rules not her."

With the same look of determination, Peanut stood firm. She does not let her father's temptation get her in trouble with her mother. In true Peanut fashion, she turned around and walked away from her father. Running back into their bedroom, doing who knows what.

[madameaug]

Promise Me || Bucky x Black Reader

Synopsis: This occurs maybe about a year after the events of Captain America: Civil War. The reader is a black woman and should be imagined as such :) Bucky is 37, and the reader is ideally 32/33.

Very angsty (reader and bucky are getting a divorce). Not edited at the moment. First non-BTS imagine/fic so I'm super nervous. I love Marvel too <3

I didn't think forever for us would end so soon. Four years seemingly going down the drain. Two years of dating, eight months of engagement, and barely a year of marriage. I felt like I was giving up. Quitting. Like I wasn't honoring my vows.

Til death do us part.

But when I took those vows I believed I was giving them to James Buchanan Barnes. Who I lovingly refer to as Bucky. A man a slightly older than me, but didn't look a day over thirty. He was the man that I envisioned as a little girl marrying.

A man who was tall, easy on the eyes, with a look of danger, but a heart of gold. Bucky had the perfect mix of both. A veteran turned firefighter. He risked his life daily, saving those in a life-or-death situation. He was second chances, personified for these people. He was a light of hope in the darkness of succumbing to a burning fate. He was a hero.

A hero.

A hero more in the literal sense than what I could have possibly imagined.

Bucky Barnes wasn't a thirty-seven-year-old man who was technologically challenged. Not a man who liked listening to music artist from the 1930s. He was sophisticated and romantic.

Doll was his favorite name to call me. Initially, I thought he was just trying to hard not to use generic pet names like 'baby' or 'bae'. Or that maybe his fascination with the olden days carried into his pet names for his girlfriends. But now I wish the truth was that easy and simple to understand. It didn't involve decades of high-profile assassinations and the bringing down of governments.

One man could bring down an entire government regime.

And that man, is my husband?

My James?

My Bucky?

The man sitting across from me in this stuffy monochrome conference room. Well the conference room was quite large. It's just the tension was sucking out any air circulation.

When I took my vows to James Barnes, I hadn't realized I said them to this 'Winter Soldier' to. A man wanted by hundreds of countries for international crimes that date back to the Kennedy administration. A man hunted down by the Black Panther for killing the king of the most powerful nation.

No, surely there was a mistake.

But I would be foolish to argue with evidence. Pictures of his stalky figure I curled up to several times at night. Blue eyes were the portals to his true thoughts. Shoulder-length hair I raked my fingers through mindlessly when listening to him recount his twelve-hour shift at the station. His wardrobe wasn't anything special, which explains why he could slip under the radar for so long.

That was him. He was responsible but not at the same time. Fourteen hours after being interrogated by Maria Hill, I better understood the double life Bucky The Winter Soldier had been living. Believed to be dead by the Allies, he was held hostage by Karpov, who brainwashed him and tortured him until he became the Winter Soldier. Breaking his mind, and piecing him back together to become he perfect killing machine in human form.

Helmut Zemo managed to get his hands on the book containing the words that activate the Winter Solider. He awakened the monster and manipulated him into the bombings that killed King T'Chaka. He used the Winter Solider to effectively divide and dissolve the Avengers. Zemo was responsible for taking away the Bucky that I knew. The hero.

"I'm glad you and your client could be civil and agree to our demands." Your lawyer, Jennifer Walters, spoke. You and Bucky's lawyer had been talking for twenty minutes, but you couldn't focus on their legal jargon. You were tuned out, tracing your steps on how you and Bucky were sitting in this office. On the opposite end of the table, staring at each other as if we'd become opponents. No longer players on the same team.

Bucky's eyes dragged across to scan Jennifer's face. In his heart he held no misplaced hatred for the woman. She was a professional doing her job, representing the interest of her client. He didn't spend long reading the lists of things that you wanted from the marriage.

The house was yours, he wouldn't dare try to live in that house if you weren't there. It wasn't good for him to stay in open spaces, for too long it freaked him out.

Most of your demands were reasonable and he put up no fight. He didn't want to fight with you. When he finally got his head on straight, he wanted to explain his disappearance. He wanted to be the first person to tell you about the Soviets and the Winter Soldier Program. He wanted to tell you about the bad things that he's done, but his memory was a jigsaw puzzle with missing pieces. He wasn't sure if you would believe him, until he had all the pieces. When he did come across a piece, he was scared that it would show more harm than he did.

Confirming his belifs that he wasn't worthy of a second chance. That he could find happiness living a solo mundane life. Even with his slow aging, he could blend in his environment and live a good life. He would keep intact what little of his humanity he had left. But after Zemo got his hands on him again that little sliver of his humanity was gone. He was a tool designed for slaughter and destruction. Becoming a firefighter saving people wouldn't undo all the lives he took. Marrying you, the love of his life, wouldn't give him the normalcy he sought. He was reminded of that every time he looked down and saw the metal arm. The brute strength granted him the ability to kill with ease. The same metal arm that would now be a reminder of everything he was getting ready to lose with his wife.

The lawyers summarized the documents, and everything signed up to this point. The deed to the house, papers to change your last name, insurance paperwork, everything was discussed. Bucky even took it upon himself to hand you his 401k from firefighting.

Never had the lawyers seen a divorce proceeding go so smoothly. Usually, they have to clear out the rest of their calendars for divorce calendars. Would today be the day that they get out before the late lunch rush? Oh, let it be true.

Jennifer was smart in her word choice. Avoiding the emotional minefields that the couple has. The room was somber, as you shared your emotional hardships. Dealing with the sudden disappearance of your husband. Preparing for a funeral without a body, dreading adopting the label as a widower. Becoming behind on the mortgage and personal family issues flaring up.

Even though it was emotionally heavy, it was easy to formulate the words. You thought long and hard about what you wanted to say. However, you didn't truly have the words for the physical hardship, which was much more challenging to hide. Your right wrist in a sling. A fracture of the ulna and three smaller bones. The one place Bucky has been fighting with himself not to look.

From an instance of right place, wrong time. It would be your first time revealing the details of your broken wrist out loud. Even when Jennifer asked, you were short with your explanation. But looking at Bucky for probably the last time, you were moved by emotion. Emotions of hurt, frustration, and sorrow.

"I see that you haven't signed the restraining order." You gathered your tone to sound as unemotional and far removed as possible.

"Why?"

"I'm not signing it."

The tension in the room deepens as this is the first time you have directly spoken to Bucky. Your lawyers were doing a lot of the communicating for you.

He didn't want to word vomit his emotions and potentially mispeak. Widening the divide between the two. So he opted to sit in silence, letting his heartbreak in silence. Divorce from the only woman he ever loved was going to take a lifetime to heal. On top of that, a restraining order would send him to an early grave.

"What? I thought you agreed to all of our terms."

"That's why I wanted to talk in person. I cant get myself to agree to this. I can't."

Bucky sat across from you with a plea in his eyes. He didn't want to let go of the connection he spent four years building with you. His heart and mind fought each other for days when he got the divorce paperwork. His heart wanted to fight for the marriage. Fight for the sacred union yall made in front of your friends and family. Fight for the love he knew deep down that you still had for him. But his mind hit him with the harsh truth. You weren't safe around him. Having all these enhanced abilities, having this metal arm could protect you. That it wasn't a curse, but a blessing in disguise.

But that wasn't true. And his brain reminded him of that fact with a mental image of your arm in the sling.

It was before Steve managed to track down Bucky's coordinates to that apartment building. When he was still hiding in plain sight. You just happened to be there. Browsing different vendors, as it was the city was hosting a market.

Bucky was right beside you, you knew his scent from anywhere. And the fact that his head slightly turned in your direction, upon calling him confirmed it.

"Buck is that you?"

You raised a hand to touch his face. "It's me. Remember?" His metal hand gripped yours tightly. His hand clapped down on your wrist, leaving you at the mercy of his strength.

You attempted to snatch your hand back. Eyes swelled with tears, as the pain was escalating. Buck remained silent, as he twisted your wrist, to an almost 180 point.

"STOP IT! JAMES STOP!" Your shriek brought unnecessary attention to him. In a frustrated grunt, he huffed before completing the snap. He walked off into the crowd without looking back at you. Those eyes that were the portals to reading his mind was closed. There was nothing behind those eyes. Even in the presence of his wife, his eyes didn't change. I was a stranger. A stranger that he could very easily hurt with little provocation.

Holding onto your broken wrist you were soon comforted by a stand manager. He got you up on your feet and walked you in the direction of the nearest medical aid.

"Please, Bucky. Let this be a clean break. It's for the best."

"The best for who?" His voice a mixture of frustration and vulnerability. "I've been through a lot. We've been through a lot. I want to fight for us. This restraining order snuffs out any chance of us rekindling this."

"We've changed Bucky. The world has changed. I need a fresh start, and I think you need one too."

"You are my fresh start. Don't you see!?" Bucky couldn't go into much detail. His lawyer was unaware of his assassin's past. He was more skeptical than ever about what details he shared about his personal life. Lawyer, doctor, psychiatrist or not. There could be more Zemo's looking to play puppet master with his mind.

"Think about your safety."

The lawyers attempt to mediate. They could sense that something was being left out of the conversation. Something that was connected to your arm in the sling. You were standing firm in your position to sever any ties to Bucky. This was the best decision for the both of you.

Bucky didn't have to worry about his superhero work trickling into his personal life. Not having to worry if some vengeful villain would come searching for you, and harm you to even out the score with Bucky. It was just another concern that didn't have to cloud his mind.

While you wouldn't have to worry about Bucky not coming back home. Getting the news from SHIELD agents that Bucky had died protecting the world from some global threat. The heartache would be too much.

"This is getting us nowhere. Did you and your client really come here to waste our time?"

"Mr. Barnes is just as entitled to getting all of his demands met.

The lawyers started bickering. The couple with actual grounds of argue sitting in silence. You spoke up first, your raised voice silencing the room.

"I'm not asking you to change who you are. I know you've been through a lot. And it is a lot." You reached your hand out to grasp his. You wanted to convey that your heart was full of love for Bucky. You could see a broken and scared man in front of you. A man with more skeletons in his closet than you would like to imagine. But you loved him. And with that love, you had to make the tough choices for both of you.

"You need space and time to collect yourself. Fight those battles in your mind. Get better and heal."

A singular tear runs down your cheek and hits the wooden table as you continue spilling your heart out.

"I love you. I love all of you, and I forgive you. You were unwell and need true help. As much as I want to remove that pain from you, I know that I can't. My love isn't enough. Sometimes love requires letting go. Let me go. Please."

"Even when I was sick, I still had dreams of you. I couldn't make out your face, but I found myself reliving our dates. The time I took you to the drive-thru movies. You said I made you feel like you were in high school again. Or the time I accidentally used all your leave in conditioner on wash day.

Then I started dreaming of a family with you. Raising mini versions of ourselves away from the chaos my life brought. The woods were our backyard, and we were happy. With you I was happy. I still want to make that dream a reality. I'm willing to give up anything to ensure our future."

You listened to his plea. You could tell he was genuine. He would if he could give up his enhanced abilities to be with you. No doubt about it. However, you knew that Bucky was meant for something greater. When he was a soldier who fought the good fight. He was destined to be a hero. A would-be alongside Captain America, fighting threats the world doesn't know about. Ensuring that we live in a world, where us regular people wouldn't have to.

"I can't be the reason you give that up, Buck." You said gently. "It's a part of who you are. Even when you've made mistakes, I've seen you try to right your wrongs. That's the Bucky I know, the hero."

The room was silent again filled with emotion. Bucky had to come to terms that yall were on different paths. Two paths diverged into a left and right. That even under the premise of love, you were right. Bucky was too vulnerable. It wasn't the first time something like this had happened. The Winter Soldier was an ugly part of him that he had to live with. He has to make room for that identity instead of pretending it never existed.

He would be working with Steve and Sam Wilson on hunting down any of the remaining Winter Soldiers. He was thrusting himself into danger. Danger that he didn't want you to be apart of, danger that he felt responsible to end.

You leaned over to whisper in Jennifer's ears. Maybe the restraining order was too much. You were making a rash decision that you may come to regret in the future. Jennifer following the request of her client, placed the restraining order papers in the shredder.

"My client had a change of mind." She stood up packing up all the signed papers in her briefcase.

"Well all the paperwork is signed, our work is done here."

The divorce meeting came to a close and both parties went their separate ways. There you stood discussing the next steps with Jennifer. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Bucky alone. He waited at the bottom of the stairs.

Jennifer took her cue to dismiss herself. With your eyes low, you carefully walked down the courthouse steps to stand before Bucky.

"Promise me we will find a way back to each other."

"I can't promise that Bucky. And you shouldn't make promises you can't keep."

"I would keep that promise. I would stake my life on it." He brought your left hand to his chest. Your wedding ring still on your finger. You hadn't thought about when you would take it off.

"Promise me." His lips were a few inches away from yours. Your eyes were conversing in another language of their own. Saying their goodbyes, and final 'I love yous.'

You brought Bucky into your arms. Arms wrapping around his shoulder as you cried silently to yourself. Bucky tightened his arms around you, his warms rubbing circles in your back. A hypnotizing pattern that would put you to sleep. It was settling over the both of you that this could be the last time that you held one another like this.

You let go of the hug first. Your hand on his chiseled face again. This time not worried that he would harm you again.

"I love you." You laid a tender kiss on his lips. Capturing your affection and goodbyes.

"Promise me." Bucky spoke during the kiss. "Promise me Doll."

You placed your thumb over his lip. You looked deep into his eyes. He was hanging onto every word that you said. Bucky's phone rings, breaking the staring contest you had. To no ones surprise, Steve was on the other end. A bitter reminder of the double life that Bucky was apart of.

"I need to hear you say it."

"I promise."

Bucky leaves a passing kiss on your lips before walking away from the courthouse. He picked up the phone, walking with haste. In a few short seconds, a red-headed woman joined him on his side.

My hero.

My Bucky.

[madameaug]

Please don’t tell me jungkook or oc cheats because they just had a baby 🥲

Jungkook would never! If anything Jennette giving birth to little Peanut only enhanced is love for her.

Jungkook During the 40 Weeks of Pregnancy

Finding Out

Jennette didn't experience the typical signs of pregnancy. No morning sickness, no excessive weight gain, no mood swings. Nothing like that at all. She was perfectly fine. She was taking down the silver and gold Christmas-themed tree in February. Still in her festive onesie, Jungkook noticed something quite odd. An open jar of smooth peanut butter.

"You bought peanut butter?"

Taking a big lick from the spoon, Jennette nodded her head.

"Babe you can't stand peanut butter. You literally gag at the smell. Now your eating it straight of the jar."

"I don't know why, but I've been craving it. The smell isn't bothering me right now."

"Are you sick?" Jungkook placed the back of his head on Jennette's forehead.

"I'm fine."

Jungkook found that moment weird, but didn't harp on it. Maybe she was giving peanut butter another chance. Surely that was just the explanation. But it didn't stop there. More peanut butter treats arrived in the house in the next few weeks. Nutter Butters, Reeses Cups, and an unhealthy amount of peanut butter jelly sandwiches.

Jungkook watched in awe as Jennette ate her fifth Reeses in one sitting. The empty wrappers were piling beside her, as she watched an old episode of Martin.

"Jungkook I can literally feel your eyes glaring holes into my face."

"Jeanie are you sure nothing is wrong? Like you aren't hiding anything from me."

"I'm not sick, Jungkook. I'm not coughing, no sore throat, and no fever. I'm literally fine- stop asking."

Six hours later while Jennette was lying in bed, Jungkook lay on his back, deep in thought. The amount of peanut butter products Jennette had been consuming in the past three weeks was absurd. How could she go from gagging at the smell of the ingredient to finishing family-size jars by herself in three days. Jungkook needed to get to the bottom of this. Slipping out of bed, Jungkook went to the 24/7 pharmacy. He went up and down the aisles, hoping to find some fancy brand to explain the eating habits shift.

Tylenol?

Advil?

Metamucil?

No no no.

Soon enough, he found himself of the family planning aisle. In front of him were three rows of Clear Blue pregnancy tests. His heart skipped a beat as he contemplated picking up the pregnancy test.

Better safe than sorry.

The drive back to the house seemed longer, despite him going ten over the speed limit.

"Jeanie... Jeanie baby, wake up." He gently rocked Jennette awake.

"Go away." She yawned turning on her side. She nuzzled into her pillow.

"I need you to take this test for me."

"What test?" Jennette's cracked.

"Just take it."

Irritated, Jennette squinted as she sat up. She slipped her feet into her slippers. She headed into their shared bathroom beside their bedroom. There, she saw a pregnancy test on the counter. Her lips ready to fire off.

"Please just take it. I can't help but think this could be why you have been acting so different lately."

Closing the door, Jennette just went with the motions. Taking the test and peeing on the stick. She wasn't even anxious about the results in the slightest. She wanted to just get back in her bed, before her spot of warmth disappeared.

"Are you done!?"

Jennette washed her hands and opened the door. Jungkook had the edge of his thumb in between in teeth. A soothing habit he only did when he was highly anxious.

Jennette adjusted her bonnet slightly, slipping of her head. She went into her nightstand and put on her signature purple glasses. She couldn't read the test because of her astigmatism in both eyes. The lines would be moving too much for her to read the test accurately.

"See, look, one line." The thin second line arrived as she turned the test to gloat in front of Jungkook.

"Oh fuck."

"Wha-. shitttt." Jennette did a double take, seeing the positive pregnancy test.

Weeks 7-10

The next day Jeannette and Jungkook scheduled an appointment at the doctors office. She got her pre-natal vitamins and an official test done. They found out that they were seven weeks pregnant. The couple wasn't actively trying for a kid, but they were't devastated by the news. They were 29 respectively and could now use the next seven-ish months to prepare themselves for parenthood.

During this time they got their first sonogram. Jungkook was moved to tears and asked for several copies of the picture. One of them going in his car, one on the back of his phone, and the other in his night stand. The picture was so precious to him

It was only one time Jennette experienced morning sickness. She blames the vertigo spell for pushing her over the edge. She was doing perfectly fine, but when she was riding in an elevator one morning. She got nauseous all of a sudden. She told Jungkook, and he ordered her to take it easy for the rest of the day.

Weeks 11-14

This is when the nickname Peanut came about. Now, reaching the end of the first trimester, Jennette and Jungkook was looking at their developing child on the screen. Jungkook could point out their eyes, and tiny toes.

"Looks like this angel is gonna be on the chunky side." The OBGYN commented.

"Their so cute, though. Look at ‘em."

Moving around the wand on Jennette's small belly, they looked at all angles.

"What are they doing doing, doctor?" Jungkook wondered.

"Oh just sucking their thumb."

Jungkook gushed harder at the screen. "Look at our little Peanut."

Weeks 15-18

Time for the long-awaited gender reveal. Jennette and Jungkook opted to keep this moment more intimate. They didn't want a crazy gender reveal party. They were going to keep the gender of their little Peanut a surprise until she was born. But they still had to create a memorable experience.

Surprisingly both Jennette and Jungkook believed that they were having a baby girl. The April weather allowed for Jennette to wear a baby pink shirt and skirt set. Her bump was protruding more, especially from a side-profile perspective. Jungkook was wearing a pink button-up jacket. White t-shirt with pink pants to match. He found this really cute plushy online called 'Cooky'. It was a pink bunny, a perfect gift for the little girl he hoped to have.

"Are you ready to find out the gender of your baby?"

"Yes!" The answered at the same time.

Applying the cold gel on Jennette's belly, the doctor handed the wand to Jungkook. Allowing him to do the honors. He grasped the wand, eyes wide-looking for any declaration of the child's biological sex.

"Wait slow down, bug. Go a little more to the left." Jennette guided. The angle they were looking at they could only see her legs and stomach.

In a gasp of excitement, Jennette saw the outline of a labia majora. Stronger than she anticipated, she gripped Jungkook's shoulder and shook him.

"We're having a baby girl! OMG! OMG!"

“Peanuts a girl! She’s a girl! I’m a girl dad !!!”

Jungkook jumped up and down. The wand was long forgotten as it hit the ground. The OBGYN enjoyed watching the couple celebrate their baby girl.

Week 19- 22

Jungkook was very protective over Jennette's now obvious baby bump. Whenever they were out in public together, he walked slightly in front of her. Avoiding from touchy strangers, placing their filthy hands on her stomach. Only he could touch Jennette's stomach. His little peanut was inside, and he was obligated to protect her, and her mother of course.

On a lazy Sunday morning, Jungkook was playing with Peanut. Jennette was able to feel her kicking, and her moving around in her stomach. Her baby was quite receptive to her father's voice. Jungkook would stand on one side of Jenentte and speak. Watching the little imprints of hands and feet press against her stomach. Indiciating that Peanut was following her father's voice.

"Oh Toodles." Jennette jokingly tapped her stomach. Jungkook was coming closer to her, to do his daily quality time with his baby. She felt a flutter in response.

"Peanut. Come to me sweet girl."

"Ooo!" Jennette reacted to the sudden dart across her stomach.

"That may have been the fastest she's moved." Jennette paused in between her words. Her little Peanut was developing some speed, which always tired her. Even though she hadn't moved a muscle.

"Okay come to this side." And peanut did. Jungkook capturing the moment on his phone.

"I'm for sure showing her this when she's older." He snickered. "Okay I'm over here now."

Week 23-26

Jennette and Jungkook were sitting a frozen yogurt creamery looking at another sonogram picture of their little Peanut. They had gotten a really nice close-up of Peanut's face. Her lips and eyes were well-seen in the image.

"Peanut will be the first person in my family who is bald."

"Everyone in my family is born bald. Including me.” Jungkook commented. He dug deep into his camera roll finding an image of him when he was just a few days old.

"Oh-" Failing to hold in her laughter, Jennette's stomach shook with a violent laugh. Poor Peanut probably thought she was on a roller coaster.

"Most black babies I've seen were born with a head full of hair. It would explain why I don't have heartburn." Doing the same Jennette pulled up a picture of herself when she was a baby. She was born with a mini afro, just like her mother and her sister.

"But look I can already tell she has your eyes. I just know they are gonna be so pretty."

Jungkook agreed. "I make some pretty babies."

"I make pretty babies." Jennette emphasized.

"Can't argue with that baby." Jungkook took a scoop of Jennette's yogurt. "I hope she looks like you."

"I hope so too."

"Just because you said that, Peanut will look just like her daddy." Jungkook kissed her belly. His tattooed hand rubbed over the now darker vertical line running down her bump.

Leaving the yogurt shop, Jungkook and Jennette walked around the area, getting some exercise. Like an excited dad, Jungkook told random strangers he passed about his "twin".

"My twin is in there."

"She only has four more months left."

Week 27-30

Jennette is super clumsy. Don't hand her anything fragile that can break. She has butter fingers unlike ever before. Jungkook had to move the precious pottery to the top of the cabinets. No way would she step on a ladder to get it, so it would require Jungkook to assist you.

"Bug you up?"

Jungkook had a tough training session in the gym and was trying to take a cat nap on the couch. It was 2 am and he believed that Jennette had already been sleep.

"Huh? What's wrong? Peanut good?"

"Yes, she's good. A craving is just hitting me."

"Peanut butter is in the pantry. You can reach it." Jungkook pouted his lips, looking so adorable in Jennette's eyes. She felt bad for waking him up.

"But I kinda want something different. I'm sorry baby."

"Don't apologize. I got you." With one eye barely open, Jungkook got the sweet treat Jennette had been craving. Being the good boyfriend that I knew he would be.

Week 33-36

Peanut's baby shower was a busy affair. Jennette's side of the family flew out to Korea. Her parents, grandma, and her little sister Asia were all able to come. Jungkook's parents handled all the food matters for the party. Jennette was hanging up some decor on the walls.

Jennette felt as big as a house. She looked exhausted and greasy. New growth from her braids were taking over her scalp. The August heat was not making her feel any better. She was already constantly warm with a growing child in her belly. The external temperature of high 80s didn't help either.

It was smart for her to get dressed later in the day, as she would have sweated out her yellow sundress. Instead, she was in her comfy maternity shorts that were extra-large. Cream-colored stretchmarks ran rampant across the surface of her stomach. She hasn't been able to see her feet in the past month or so. She could only imagine what her feet looked like.

Jungkook came down the stairs. Blothes of paint on an old graphic T-shirt. "Baby, there you are. I have something to show you." Jungkook was cheery this morning despite the few hours of sleep he got. He waited at the airport to pick of Jennette's family before coming home around 2 am.

"Come look." Jungkook gently dragged Jennette up the stairs. He had been cooped upstairs with his friends for the last four hours.

"Voila!"

Peanut's crib was set up along the purple-colored walls. There were small animals along the wall. The purple went along nicely with the accent color of white. White flowers were thinly painted, creating a beautiful garden of flowers. Which all came ahead above where Peanut's crib was.

"Bug I love it!" Not wanting to cry, Jennette felt so moved by everything she saw. The nurse was so homey for their Peanut. The carpet was soft, a mobile spun slowly.

"Thank you! Thank you!" Jennette thanked Jungkook's friends, her Peanut's uncles. She would forever treasure the beautiful work that they did.

"Come on you need to get dressed. Guest will be coming in less than an hour."

Week 37-40

Jungkook is the type of boyfriend with labor emergency kits in every vehicle. So that no matter what car they were in, if they needed to drive straight to the hospital then they could. With Peanut arriving in less than a few weeks, Jungkook has become a lot more stressed.

He overreacts to any groan coming from Jennette.

"Was that a contraction?"

"Did your water break?"

"Do you feel her head coming out? Lay down, let me look."

Jungkook was getting on Jennette's last nerves. His pre-parental panic was cramping her style. She looked like a goddess. Afro out, wearing slightly form-fitting clothing. She was like Rihanna, making her bump an accessory with her outfit. Not hiding it under maternity clothing. She does several solo maternity shoots before inviting Jungkook to do a couple with her.

The afternoon of August 31st is when Jennette's water breaks. She was baking peanut butter cookies when a liquid trickled down her leg. Jungkook who was in the shower, wasted no time ushering his pregnant girlfriend to the hospital.

It was seven o'clock and Jennette was only four centimeters dialed. She bounced on a huge yoga ball. She did breathing exercises, and Jungkook was attentive the entire time.

Rubbing her back when requested. Holding her hand, kissing her forehead.

"You are doing amazing baby. I love you so much."

Jennette could FaceTime her mother for a couple of hours as she slowly dialted to eight. Her contractions were becoming closer together, and Peanut was slowly lowering herself into the birth canal.

"I don't think I could do this again." She huffed. She wasn't in pain but was in extreme discomfort. She couldn't get comfortable laying on her back. It just felt wrong.

"Whatever you say baby. Peanut is enough for me."

"Bug can you hold me up. I don't think I can lay down any longer."

Jungkook did just that. As Jennette moaned through her contractions, Jungkook rubbed her back. Trying to keep the hospital gown as closed as possible, he didn't want her ass out for any passing staff member to see.

"Thank you so much Jeanie." Jungkook was on the brink of tears. With the help of three other nurses, Jennette was lying on her back again. The doctor had declared Jennette at 10cm. She could start pushing, and her contractions were much closer together.

"AHHHHHH!"

"GET HER OUTTTT! NOWWWWW" Jennette tossed and turned her head. Her screams of discomfort broke Jungkook's heart. He didn't know what else to say but 'Thank you' and 'I love you'.

Jungkook held Jennette's hand for the entire twenty minutes she was pushing. Jennette's head hit her pillow with a soft thud. All energy left her body, as she watched the doctor hold Peanut in the air. Her lip was quivering with no sound.

"Why isn't she crying?" Jennette choked out, trying not to cry. The nurses didn't respond, wiping Peanut's face of all the mucus. Jungkook's eyes never left Peanut. Her little pink self. He couldn't help but smile and notice that Peanut was bald. Very little hair was on her head, but Jungkook didn't care. She was the prettiest baby he had ever seen. Bald or not.

The doctor smacked Peanut's bottom, eliciting a scream.

"Oh my baby." Jennette smiled, arms open, ready to hold her. Peanut was placed on Jennette's chest. Jennette nuzzled her cheek against hers. Loving the warmth Peanut radiated. Jennetted motioned for Jungkook to get in the bed with her.

"Come on, come hold her. Take your shirt off for skin to skin."

Jungkook was a crying mess holding Peanut. This was the same person scattering across Jennette's stomach as the sound of his voice. He was now face to face with his Peanut. Yeah Jungkook was crying real bad.

Her eyes were like Jungkook's. It was too early to determine her skin complexion as she was just different shades of pink and slight grey. Her nose and lips were like Jennette's. After being washed up and dressed she took a nap on her mother’s chest. Preparing for her baldness, Jungkook put on a gentle (non-squeezing) bow on her head.

Looking at the time, Jungkook smiled even harder.

"Guess it was fate for Peanut to be my twin."

"What makes you say that?"

Shaking his phone, Jennette saw the time.

12:28 am September 1st.

"You got your twin bug. You definitely got your twin."

Series Masterlist:

[madameaug]

Woman Crush Wednesday

Pairing: (Streamer) Jungkook x (Moderator)Jennette

Synposis: The story of Jennette putting that thirsty viewer in her place.

"Hi guys," Jungkook said to his camera. He fidgeted with different files on his computer, still nervous to make eye contact with the expensive camera he had just bought. He was still new to this whole streamer business, and his public speaking ability was slowly growing as well.

He tossed his overgrown bangs away from his eyes. He read the user names of regular viewers in his stream.

Hi Jungkook! Okay upgrades

Jungkook turned to look at the new gaming engine (???) he got. He had been picking up torturous night shifts to afford this. He shyly thanked the viewer he recognized it.

Mang_Luver: Did I miss anything?

"Nope, I basically just started," Jungkook responded. His nerves calmed, knowing one of his moderators had entered the chat. He just averaged 2,000 viewers on a stream and thought one or two moderators wouldn't help.

During one of Jungkook's late nights at work, he created a list of stream ideas. So he wouldn't be staring awkwardly on the stream. He figured now would be better than any other time to look at the list.

"Okay, I have two ideas for tonight's stream. We can either do a tier list or play, would you rather? I'll create a poll, and you all can vote."

The chat spammed their opinions. It was neck and neck for either option. This was a recent trend for streamers. There was a popular 'Woman Crush Wednesday' tier list where streamers ranked their preference for an array of famous celebrity women.

Would you rather would be Jungkook eliminating or saving one object. He found this one talking about different games. He had website bookmarked on his laptop.

TIER LIST WINS --- TIER LIST WINS --- TIER LIST WINS

Mang_Luver: Oh brother

Jungkook pulled up the list. Fifteen slots with fifteen beautiful women. Rubbing his hands, he glossed at the roster. He scanned for the name of his teenage celebrity crush, IU. She was a talented singer, back in his home country. The number one spot would automatically go to her, but he quickly saw the list was of American celebrities.

"I think I'm a work my way from the bottom to the top."

Jennette watched Jungkook, her lips tucked in her mouth. She was supposed to write a paper for her American Politics class, but she was too busy watching Jungkook's stream. She discovered Jungkook's channel not too long ago, accidentally clicking his channel. The first semester of freshman year was a little rough and she welcomed any distraction from her overwhelming workload.

She couldn't put into words why she was nervous watching him do a list. She watched her other favorite streamers do the same list with the same women. It was background noise as she was folding her laundry. This time, her eyes were glued to her iPad.

She crossed her fingers and toes, hoping the unlucky lady who would claim the final spot would not be a black woman. Out of the list of fifteen, there were six black women. She hoped that Jungkook wouldn't say some off-the-wall comment about the black women and mercilessly drag them to the bottom. She hoped he was different.

"I think out of respect, I have to put Angelina Jolie at last. She's almost the age of my mom. It be weird." Jennette verbally signed. Her hand going over her chest. Worry melted away and a smile replaced it.

"Same for Beyonce. Plus she's married. I don't stand a chance." He laughed.

Canceled! Here comes the Beehive You've done it now Kiss your career goodbye

Jungkook found their teir easier than expected. Of the women on the list quite a few were married or in long-term relationships. Even though none of these women knew who he was,it was easier to place them towards of the bottom of the list. The chat was criticizing him for taking the 'easy way' out.

"Kylie Jenner, she's pretty." Jungkook contemplated now in the top five spots. The other four women he had left to choose was Zendaya, Lauren Jauregui, Tinashe, and Madison Beer.

Pretty_Mami: Hey handsome

The new viewer donated $30 to have the automated voice read out her comment. Jungkook's eyes went big. It was the biggest donation he's gotten in the stream so far.

"Thank you pretty mami." He added a hint of Spanish flair to the name. He messed with his beanie, pulling it down slightly to hide his eyes.

In typical chat fashion, they ignited at the simple interaction. Whenever Jungkook presumably spoke to a woman, the chat seemed to dissect the message. Overanalyzing body language, damn near becoming CIA agent.

Jungkook speaking spanish!! #needthat it's getting hot in here

Jungkook went back to the list dragging Kylie to the third spot. He missed the series of comments from the generous donor pretty mami.

Meanwhile, Jennette watched her comments with hawk eyes. Her assignment long forgotten as she closed the textbook. Pretty mami left a series of flirtatious messages in the chat. Some of them becoming more suggestive than the next. Jennette was glad Jungkook wasn't paying to much of attention.

Mang_Luver: Keep it cute yall

Jennette didn't think much of the message. Her job as a moderator was to keep the chat friendly and appropriate. There was no telling how old all of Jungkook's viewers were, and older chat members sometimes needed to be reminded of that.

Pretty_Mami: Jungkook are you single?

Pretty_Mami: Check your DM, handsome

The last comment catching Jungkook's attention.

"Of course." Jungkook stopped what he was doing and pulled out his phone.

OMFG OMFG mom and dad wait, no fairrrrrrr Jungkook is so feeling her Damn she's pretty asf

Steaming Jennette watched as Jungkook fed into the chat's delusions. He was just being nice. He wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary.

His thumbs fired off seemingly typing a message to her DM. Jennette was irritated, Jungkook was putting the whole steam to respond to some chick.

Mang_luver: Can't you respond to DMs later ?

Jungkook's lips smacked. "Ah. Mang is right; I'll respond off-stream."

Pretty_Mami: girl nobody really cares about this tier list.

Mang_luver: then why are you in the stream

Jennette was finding her irritation increasing, and her fingers were moving faster on the keypad. She was trying to keep it cute and not really get into a virtual altercation with a random person. However, pretty mami appeared to be in a mood to be petty. She was trying to 'son' Mang and call her a hater, words that were doing nothing to Jennette.

Pretty_Mami: I don't answer to you. You are probably some thirteen-year-old. I'm not gonna waste my time talking to a kid. Stay in your lane hun. Let grown folks be grown.

Jennette's lips smacked before her finger hovered over Pretty Mami's username. The option to ban the reckless user was tempting. Jungkook wouldn't even notice if she stopped chatting. Yeah, he wouldn't even notice.

Pretty_Mami: Not even tryna gas myself up but I have the face of Madison and the body of Kylie 💋

With awful timing, Jungkook read the chat out loud, reading the flirty comment. Jungkook blushed messily, running his fingers through his hair. Jennette was taken aback. He was really eating up the desperate attempts. She rolled her eyes at the streamer. Jungkook's fan girls continued writing flirty comments trying to mimic pretty mami.

Tapping on her last nerve, pretty mami tagged Jennette in a snark comment. Not even letting the user get the gratification of allowing other viewers to read her comment, Jennette clicked the the ban button.

"Ha!" She stood up. She folded her arms, watching as her previous comment disappeared.

"Don't have to hear her mouth."

[madameaug]

Turkey Turkey Day

Pairing: Jungkook x Jennette

Context: New parents Jungkook and Jennette getting food prepared with their little Peanut. Peanut is 3 months <3

Jennette listened attentively to the baby monitor to watch out for when Peanut woke up. Peanut was sleeping on her back with her hands resting above her temple. Her feet occasionally rubbed against each other, so she would be waking up soon. Jennette would sometimes wake up in the middle of the night just to watch Peanut breathe. It didn't matter if she was exhausted or just put the toddler down from feeding. She would get up again and make sure she was okay.

Lucky for the new parents, they just had to host Thanksgiving. Their parents were bringing all of the dishes that they would be eating. They weren't heartless. No way could three months postpartum could Jennete prepare a proper Thanksgiving dinner.

"Jungkook, do you wanna go wake up Peanut. It's getting close to her feeding time." Jungkook in the middle of brushing his teeth nodded. He rolled his neck to the side. He was dressed up semi-formally. A brown collared shirt, with khaki pants. A gold watch on his wrist and he was rocking his shorter hairdo. Jungkook cleaned up nicely.

"You look beautiful Jeanie."

Jennette was putting on more than a graphic t-shirt and maternity pants for the first time since Peanut was born. She still had a bump but was slowly returning to her pre-pregnancy weight. She wasn't too worried about losing the baby weight. It made her nostalgic. She grew a tiny human in this deflating belly. The same tiny human that had captured her heart since she came into the world a few months ago.

Nevertheless, soaking in the tub and getting gussied up still felt good. Going along with the brown theme, Jennette was in a puffy-sleeved maxi dress. Around her hips was a gold belt, that gave her that hourglass shape. The baby weight that she had was distributing itself nicely. Her breast went up a cup size, and she butt was more pronounced. She was a walking definition of a milf. An inside joke with Nala.

"Damn I look good."

Jennette shamelessly took pictures of herself. Her face card was valid with matte look. Her Coi Leray braids were freshly done two nights ago and her confidence was high. Now it was time to go see her baby.

She didn't expect to see her three-month-old newborn in a miniature. turkey outfit. Peanut was awake, bubbles coming out of her mouth. Jungkook was playing with her feet. Giving them rapid kisses.

"Why is my baby a turkey?"

"I saw it on Amazon and thought it was too cute not to buy." Jungkook gently lifted Peanut out of her crib. He supported her head as she laid her cheek on his shoulder. Peanut’s fat feet were sticking out of the turkey onesie. The hood was decorated to look like feathers, with a small peak on the top. Jennette wanted to coo, seeing how small Peanut looked compared to her father. She was a little bit bigger than his pecs.

"She does look adorable." Jennette snapped another picture. She would definitely send this picture to her family group chat.

"Come on let's feed her, before she everyone shows up.”

<3. <3. <3.

Peanut in all her turkey glory was the center of attention at the dinner table. Her travel crib was pulled up beside Jennette and Jungkook. This was the first time that the grandparents could touch their grand baby.

Jungkook and Jennette wanted a couple of weeks to themselves with Peanut. They didn’t want to be suffocate under the new baby attention. And now that Peanut had a couple of vaccines in her system, they were slowly introducing her to other adults.

Jungkook’s mother currently held Peanut in her arms, bouncing her softly. Peanut was staring at her grandmother, leaning forward to leave wet “kisses” on her cheek. In any other context the sight would be gross, and very unsanitary. But it was melting the hearts of the older adults.

Jennette ate the Korean-Soul food dishes. She had her favorites from each couzine. Mac n cheese, collard greens, honey butter cornbread, and her mother in law kimchi. She was eating good, and baby duty was being happily taken care of by her parents/ in laws.

Jennette was truly grateful and thankful for her family.