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Hush Little Baby Don't Say A Word {Mockingbird}

Pairing: Jennette x Jungkook

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Seventy-two hours since Jennette carried her chunky nine-pound newborn across the threshold to her house. The house was decorated in the prettiest purple lilac. Before the little peanut was born, her nursery color would be lilac. Courtesy of her father and her doting uncles. Jennette never entirely understood the men's fascination with purple but didn't fight too hard. Besides, she was too busy gushing over the arrival of her baby.

This is contrary to how peanuts entered the world, quiet and tight-lipped. She was now showing off her vocal range. Her pale fists were tightly clenched as she mindlessly swung her legs in her crib. Her cry was mellow but drawn out. Like a whine, like a soft whimper. Jennette stood above the crib, just dumbfounded. She had fed Peanut ten minutes ago, so she knew she couldn't have been hungry. Her diaper was dry, and she had bounced around the house six times.

She didn't like Peanut crying in general. But not this cry when it sounded so sad. Jennette watched the hours dwindle before she would need to get up and take Peanut to the pediatrician for her checkup. Why did she choose an early morning appointment.

Lifting the tiny girl out of her crib, she placed her cheek on her cheek. Whispering words of love to the crying child. Not totally calmed down, peanut whined. Wrapping the baby blanket around Peanut, Jennette left the nursery. There was a dim glow from the overhead stove light that they always left on. In the pitch black, it would be ten times more likely to stub your toe on one of the pieces of furniture.

Perfect timing, Jungkook closed the front door behind him as quietly as possible. He was held up at the gym longer than he wanted to, and was desperate to come home and see his little Peanut. Not even annoyed at Jungkook's hour of arrival, Jennette smiled upon seeing him place his gym bag at the front door. His hands extended, ready to hold his daughter, when a light bulb went off his head.

"Hold on let me wash my hands and change shirts." Jennette had never seen Jungkook run up the stairs so fast. She 'shhh' Peanut still ambling, her gently in her arms.

"Don't switch up now that your daddy is home." Jennette littered her child's cheek with kisses. In the few days that she's been a mother, she just felt the overwhelming need to shower Peanut in affection. Never missing the opportunity to hold her in her arms, hug her, or kiss her cheeks.

"Gimme my baby." Jungkook, in a plain white t-shirt, opened his palms for Peanut.

"Come here, sweet girl. I missed you so much. So so much."

Jennette awed at the father-daughter interaction. Her eyes took mental pictures of the image. Peanut's head rested on Jungkook's broad chest. Her fists no longer bawled, and she no longer whined.

"So that's who you were calling for? You missed your daddy." Switching her weight to one foot, Jennette folded her arms.

"Go ahead and get some rest. I know her appointment is in a few."

Jennette kissed her forehead one last time and waved goodnight to her child and lover. Keeping quiet until he knew Jennette was up the stairs, Jungkook spook quietly to Peanut.

"It's okay, Peanut, you can always call for me. Your mama is just jealous. I'll always be there for you."

Series Masterlist

BTS x Black OC Masterlist

A special kind of intimacy between characters

[Not restricted to romantic dynamics!]

- I tear bread into smaller pieces to feed them to you, as if I am Jesus, or a mother bird. You may view me as a savior but I would kill for you

- Being there for the other person when they're sick - In a gross, disgusting way. Holding them unwaveringly through the wretched and repulsive, unflinchingly. Don't apologise, just survive. I'd do it again.

- You're scary, but I'm scarier. You don't know that yet, but I hope you won't fear me when you do.

- You're scary, and thank God for that. I'm more than happy to close my eyes when you use it on others. I am a coward.

- One character knowing exactly what the other one would really like to ask for, but is too self conscious or selfless to. Thus, they do it and provide, without the other person needing to outright request it. The self conscious character always makes sure the other one knows it's not obligated and they're always free to decline, and the other one nods firmly, knowing that, and still doing it.

- Sitting next to each other at the end of the world. Because it won't be okay. But they've accepted that

- "You destroyed the thing I love and I can't forgive you for it." "I can't forgive myself either." "I still can't hate you despite that." "I can."

- "Please hate me" "No."

- One character understanding when the other is in too low of a state to act like a decent person currently, and so they don't step over those lines that they'd normally tolerate. The first character holds the other one responsible for things later nonetheless, when they're able to actually carry it

- Two characters sharing the negative perceptions and opinions they've had of each other over the years. This can either lead to a realization that, respectfully, out of deep understanding of each other, they decide to not stay in touch with each other again from now on. Or, it can lead to a realization that thanks to this understanding they now have, they're more ready to become closer and have managed to clear the air with this conversation

- Characters of notably different ages talk and reflect on time that has passed between them. They feel a connection over how different their circumstances were. The younger one audibly wishes they could've done or changed something significant, to which the older character pointedly and gently tells them it wasn't their place to. Let us old crooks handle the tough things. (It wasn't your fault you spent formative years like this. I'm sorry you had to)

Now Thea was never all too interested in sports. They were all the same. People, usually running, trying to dominate their opponents. However, Theadora had to admit watching baseball brought her a good amount of joy. The rules were simple, and the plays easy to follow.

Now she’d lived with her adoptive parents Barry and Iris for a little less than a year. Which meant Thea hadn’t attended the Charity game between the Central City Police Department and the Fire Department last year. If she had, she’d have known her adoptive father was terrible at baseball, or all sports in general.

“Daddy, can’t play baseball.” Thea said clapping her hands as the opposing team hit another ball into left field, where luckily Barry wasn’t. She was sitting on her adoptive mother, Iris’s, lap, in the bleachers.

“Yeah, I know sweetie.” Iris said resting her chin on Thea’s shoulder. Barry’s lack of athleticism came as no surprise to her. “He’s not the best is he?” She asked. Thea immediately shook her head, ‘no’.

Thea’s mouth hung open, lips parting in the shape of an ‘o’. She watched Barry fumble, trip over his own feet and drop the ball for like the umpteenth time. “He’s a disaster.” She finally tore her little eyes from the field, turning to look at her adoptive mom.

Iris nods, laughing softly.

“He’s our disaster.”

Orangish rays filtered through the tall windows and thin curtains. The morning light through the curtains gave the loft a soft yet cozy glow. It was 7:13, and already the city was alive. Even from the height of the West-Allen loft, one could hear the hustle and bustle of Central City down below.

“What do we do?” Thea whispered. She sat beside Barry at the kitchen island, hands folded politely on the countertop. Despite her gracious appearance, she wore a fake smile.

Everywhere she looked there was a mess. Dustings of flour, cracked egg oozing yolk, and spilled milk. The wafts of smoke smelt of ash, not pleasantly, reminding her of a house burning to the ground.

“Let me handle this,” Barry responded. He gave Thea a high five before rounding the counter to speak with his wife. “Hey honey…”

Thea’d been staying with the West Allen’s for two weeks and had learned two things: One, Barry can cook; Two, Iris can not. Iris had only cooked once since she’d been invited to stay with them. But it only took once for her to learn Iris couldn’t make toast without charring it.

Thea held her hand to her face, the same one Barry had high-fived seconds ago. She could feel the electric nature of Barry’s meta DNA flooding her system.

Her eyes darted to Barry, who was too kind for his own good, trying gently to tell Iris she'd be much more content with cereal (or air).

I can fix this, she thought before disappearing in a blur.

One second the kitchen was a disaster zone, the next you’d have thought a whole team of cleaners had been through. Barry and Iris turn, a mix of shock and surprise painted on their faces.

Thea was sitting at the table, drinking a chilled glass of sparkling apple cider. An entire meal of food covers the table. French toast, eggs, bacon, hash browns, juice, and… hamburgers?

“Hey, hey Theadora whatcha-- whatcha got there?” Barry asked, gesturing toward the assortment of food spread across the dining area table.

“Food.”

The loft was dark, the illumination of light from the flat screen gave the wide space a relaxed, cozy feeling. The darkness in a way provided sanctuary, a place to recharge and forget about the looming threats that seemed to follow the West Allen’s like rats after the Pied Piper. On the couch, cuddled into Barry’s side was Thea.

There was a shuffling of feet out in the hall, a jangle of keys, and finally a satisfying click. Light from the hall flooded through the door, filling the entry with a warm yellow glow.

“Hey you two, what are we watching?” It was Iris. From the door she could make out the upper silhouette of her husband. From previous experience she knew the twinkle toed peanut was buried under covers glued to Barry’s side.

“The dinosaur movie,” Thea murmured. Her mouth opens wide, releasing one in a series of drowsy yawns.

“Land Before Time,” Barry clarified.

“Ooh, an oldie, but a goodie.” Iris flipped on the loft lights, making Theadora whine and hide beneath her blanket until her eye adjusted to the bright light. Iris kicked off her heels, then walked round to the couch where Theadora and Barry were cuddled together.

Her face fell faster than a rock. “Thea?” She knelt in front of the spot where Thea sat. “Sweetie, were you crying?” Theadora’s eyes were puffy, her whole face washed with a dull shade of red.

“Yeah, we got a bit sad when Little Foot’s mom died,” Barry answered, tucking some misplaced strands of hair back behind Thea’s ear. Thea takes her eyes off the movie, looks at Barry, and smiles. Her usual smile, though sleepy, the mouth close ends pulled up, shifting all of her freckles.

“Well I hate to break up this cuddle fest but... It’s bedtime, Thea.” Iris said holding her arms out for the little girl to crawl into. Thea wasn’t much of a fighter when it came to her bedtime. She enjoyed sleep, Barry on the other hand…

“Aw come on, can’t we finish the movie?”

Iris scoffed at her husband. “Barry, she looks like she’s about to pass out.” Theodora had been awake for sixteen hours, which in her case for her age was a lot. Her eyes were lazily open, glazed over and unfocused. “Come on, sweetie.” Iris scooped up Thea, realizing the child was too exhausted to move.

Thea cuddles in, resting her chin on Iris’s shoulder. “I’m tired,” she hummed, rubbing her tired little eyes with the insides of her palms.

“Oh, I know,” Iris cooed, as she carried Thea towards her room.

Thea’s eyes widen. One second she’s in Iris’s arms, the next she’s in Barry’s lap, arms wrapped tightly around his middle. “Sorry. Almost forgot." She murmured. “Goodnight, Barry.” She wrapped her arms around his chest and pulled herself close. She leaned in, so her forehead rested against his chest. “Love you.”

“I love you too.” Barry pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Sleep well, peanut.” In that moment, his arms squeezed a fraction tighter before releasing. Thea giggled, sliding off Barry’s lap then returning to Iris.

Thea was a sweet kid. So bright, kind. The more time he spent with her, the more Barry fell for the little things about her; She always colored with tongue out; She sang her favorite song when she was uncomfortable; She always had stickers in case someone needed a cheer up; She gave the warmest hugs.

“I ran really fast today,” Thea said, taking Iris’s hand.

“You did?”

“Mm hmm, faster than Barry even.”

The more time he spent with her, the harder Barry found it to lie to himself. He loved her as if she were his own.