punkshadow

!!   taehyung

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!   tags: their kids are jimin (~5) and jk (~2) bc choosing baby names is hard work, model!tae & freelancer!reader, they’re married <3, mostly food-based nicknames

“cherry… hm… we have to get the kids.”

you continue to pepper his face with kisses, cupping his rosy cheeks. “they can sleep in a little. i want to spend a few more minutes with my gorgeous husband.”

taehyung hums, the shirt he planned to wear halfway up his arms. he smiles, the corners of his soft pink lips cutting up into his cheeks, and giggles as you press a light kiss to the tip of his nose.

“you’re the gorgeous one,” he replies cheekily, smoothing his hands down your bare chest. “i’m lucky to have nabbed you.”

you scoff and push his face away, finally turning around to rummage in the closet for some clothes. “yeah, yeah. i’m not the actual model here. i should be saying that about you, honey.”

“and yet you aren’t,” he says, positively glowing. “that’s why i love you so much. you’re good for my ego.”

you glance over your shoulder with a raised eyebrow and a small quirk of the lips. “really? i can cook, drive, and do mental quick maths, and you married me not for those, but for my awful communication skills?”

“yes.”

he beams. you can’t help but smile in return and he giggles softly, reaching out and making grabby hands.

“come back to bed. we don’t have to leave just yet – i can think of a thousand things for you to do in this room. i want to hug you, cherry.”

you give his topless figure a good scrutiny. he pouts and beckons. you tear your gaze away, rifling through the closet.

“nope,” you pop the ‘p’, “not much to do here. anyway, weren’t you the one saying we should get the kids up?”

“i thought you’d appreciate it if i agreed with you.” he huffs. “now you’re so eager to get away… why? am i no longer your gorgeous hubby?”

“yeah, i’m over the honeymoon phase. you’re actually horrific to look at.”

silence greets you. then a pillow greets your face.

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man this is beautiful, i am a sucker for this

STAR THEORY !!

!!   jjk x m!reader

!!   wc | 6.8k

!!   tags | dilf!jk + dilf!reader (obv), non-idol au, lil age gap (jk’s 25, reader’s at least late 20s), reader lived in america for some time + reader is a chef (food comfort & domesticity i love u), reader’s children and dog are named, reader had a wife and also has a hip tattoo

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the bedroom door bursts open.

“appa!”

it’s too early for this.

“appa,” she pants, little feet bouncing across the carpet until a weight begins to tug erratically at his blankets. “appa, get up, get up, there’re new people!”

jungkook pulls a pillow over his head.

she puffs her cheeks out and launches herself onto his bed; she elbows him in the bony front of his leg. he groans in pain as she scrambles over his legs and grabs his pillow with both hands.

“get up, appa! i wanna go see!”

blearily, jungkook lifts his head, groping for the blinds past his bedside table. he leans uncomfortably far out into the cold of his room before he latches onto the chain and gives it a good pull.

the wooden blinds clatter up, dousing the room with pale morning light – the white bang that birthed the universe. she giggles and slides down from the bed, crawling up to the window and pressing her knuckles against the cold glass.

on the street below are a man and a little girl. another girl! she delights herself with fantasies of having a best friend – maybe they’d go play on the playground, and with their combined strength, they’ll knock down the mean queen bee from the monkey bars.

they carry boxes into the neighbouring house, assisted by movers. a fridge, a mattress – they manoeuvre them through the gates leading around to the side of the house, entering through the glass sliding doors. she watches them, fascinated, as the visible kitchen begins to fill with cardboard boxes.

she cranes her neck, pressing her forehead against the glass until it stings her skin. nobody else comes through, and she knows who the hired help are because they wear bright orange shirts.

she squints at the man’s left hand when he rests it against the column of the alfresco, speaking to the little girl. he’s like her appa – he doesn’t wear a marriage ring.

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