This And His Dandelion Mv, Argh, Its Giving Baby Fever

this and his dandelion mv, argh, it’s giving baby fever 😭

[12:41 pm]

(cw: f!reader, a child, pregnancy complications, “Mommy” and “daddy”)

“Mommy is tired?” dad!Jaehyun heard his little girl ask.

“A little bit, princess. The baby is getting bigger so Mommy just needs to lay down more, but she’s not sleeping,” Jaehyun explains in a sweet voice, pushing her unruly hair away from her face.

This was tough to explain to a 4 year old. Your first pregnancy had been a breeze compared to this one. Your first pregnancy almost five years ago came with some nausea that plagued you for the first few months, labor was long and arduous, but there was nothing that really hindered you from going about life as normal as possible. This pregnancy wasn’t the same.

This time around you came down with gestational high blood pressure, which at your last appointment didn’t look to be getting much better, so your doctor had put you on bed rest. You were doing your part by taking your medication daily and staying off your feet, but man was this a pain. You hated laying around and doing nothing, especially when your need to nest was nagging at you. You hated it, but you also knew that you wanted to avoid the induction being too early.

Jaehyun grabbed some food from the fridge and played it for you, lunch time. A healthy meal that he himself knew didn’t sound super delicious, but he was being just as cautious as you were, if not more. “Let’s take Mommy her lunch, princess,” Jaehyun told his daughter.

She squealed excitedly, running to the bedroom with her Belle costume swishing around her legs. She pushed the door open and ran to the bed, climbing up onto the foot of the bed before settling beside you. Jaehyun smiled at the sight of his two girls. You were sat up against the headboard, folding laundry- which you had insisted on doing, Jaehyun didn’t want you lifting a single finger, but you were stubborn.

“Lunch time, my love,” Jaehyun smiled, walking over to you and handing you the plate. He tried not to laugh as your face scrunched up into a look of disappointment and smidge of disgust.

You stabbed the fork into the food and sighed before bringing the food to your mouth. If the bed rest worked, you’d be back on your feet in a week. Your doctor wanted to see if the bed rest would prove useful paired with the medication she’d put you on. You couldn’t speak without the medical knowledge she’d possessed, but your blood pressure was going down and staying consistent. Your legs weren’t as swollen and when Jaehyun took your blood pressure each morning it wasn’t as high and remained consistent.

“I gave you your medication this morning right?” Jaehyun asked while holding up the pill bottle.

You hummed in agreement, swallowing your food, “as if you’d let me forget. I took it with a whole glass of water and ate it with my avocado toast. Hey, have you not been doing her hair? She looks like the brush hasn’t touched her hair since I brushed it after her bath last night.”

Jaehyun looked away, avoiding your gaze. Doing his daughter’s hair wasn’t a skill he had perfected yet. So yes, you were right, a brush hadn’t touched her hair since last night. On the other hand, everything else had been taken care of. Your daughter didn’t spend the whole day in her pajamas, she was dressed in real clothes, even if her Belle costume covered it up, she had brushed her teeth this morning, already eaten two meals today, and Jaehyun had her practice writing her name. On all levels, besides hair, he was killing it.

“Bring me the brush and some rubber bands please,” you asked him sweetly, using your hand to tame the hair on the little girl’s head.

He raised a brow, “finish your lunch and then I’ll get you what you asked for.”

You rolled your eyes, stabbing the fork into the food more harshly with a look that asked ‘happy?’ Your daughter turned her eyes away from the show on the TV and rubbed your belly, placing a small kiss on the apex. “Sister is making you tired, Mommy?” she asked, laying her head on your stomach.

You sighed tiredly, “yeah, princess. We don’t want sister to get here too early so the doctor says I have to rest.”

“But I want sister here already,” she tells you with a pout.

Jaehyun takes the now empty plate from you while you brush your fingers gently brush through some of the tangles in her hair. “If the baby comes early, she won’t be healthy, princess. We want her to be healthy right?”

“Yes,” she sighs out, “Mommy, can you do my hair? Daddy doesn’t know how.”

Jaehyun rolls his eyes as he hands you the things you asked for, watches as his daughter willingly lets you comb the tangles from her hair gently, and watches as your fingers work deftly to braid it away from her face. He loves it.

He presses a kiss to your stomach, not trying very hard to keep the words that slip from his lips low and quiet, “if you want to give us a surprise and come out as a boy, that’s fine. I’ll still love you. Save me.”

When two similar slaps to his arm come at the same time he can’t help but laugh, if he’s surrounded by girls that act like you and are the perfect mix of your genetics, he’d die a happy man.

woozi x fem. reader ( husband & wife ) fluff, pregnancy au

warnings : food, english isn't my mothertongue

“how is it?”

“it’s so so good! the richness of the taste, the spices which combine perfectly and...” jihoon smiles proudly but tenderly seeing you eat with such enthusiasm.

cooking for you was quite difficult during the early stages of your pregnancy. the smell was either too strong for your sense of smell or you had no appetite at all due to morning sickness.

but that was before. cooking meals for you is now his favorite hobby, even if sometimes your ideas are a little crazy. seeing you happily ramble while you eat about how good the foods are pleases him. seeing your cute smile and hearing the noises you make brings him an inexplicable amount of joy.

jihoon starts doing the dishes and cleaning the worktop and counter while you finish your plate.

“do you think it will be a girl or a boy?” you ask out of nowhere.

“i don’t know. but does that matter? the important thing is that the baby is born healthy.”

“i was just asking.” he can hear you chewing loudly, a sign that you are eating well.

it was difficult to see you without an appetite and without the happy glow that adorned your eyes. jihoon can now sleep peacefully, no longer having to worry if you and the baby are eating properly.

“if you really want to know, we can always do the ultrasound.”

once the dishes are finished, he wipes his hands with a cloth and then turns around to face you.

“no need, i can wait until i give birth.”

you decided to keep the baby’s gender a surprise to discover since it doesn’t matter. whether it’s a boy or a girl, you will always love him or her no matter what.

jihoon takes a napkin and gently wipes the crumbs off your cheek. you murmur a small thank you and return to eat your food. ‘you’re cute’ he thinks to himself. he places an affectionate kiss on your temple and then tenderly strokes your hair.

a smile forms on his face, and jihoon feels complete and happy. his soul feels at peace in the comfort of your home.

later, you two are sitting on the couch, snuggled together and wrapped in a thick duvet. you don’t do anything in particular, just cuddle, seeking each other’s warmth and comfort.

“you know you’ve changed.”

“eh? how so?”

“i mean, you're still the same person, just something’s changed. you became more soft, more affectionate, more... you know what i mean right?”

you have a little trouble expressing what you want to say, jihoon giggles, making you laugh too.

he inwardly melts at your cuteness. your eyes practically glow with joy and excitement but hold a soothing softness at the same time. the smile on your face depicts the happiness and joy of the world for him. jihoon can’t help but smile lovingly.

“yeah, i know.”

he has indeed become more affectionate since the announcement of your pregnancy. he already loved giving you hugs and kisses before but it has increased three times more when he knew you were going to become parents.

he's also not afraid to initiate these gestures of affection even in public when he knows you really need them.

perhaps the idea that he is going to become a dad and start his own family with the woman of his life has made him softer than before.

he hugs you tighter and kisses your forehead affectionately. he sighs in pure happiness.

it’s far from the life he imagined he would spend, he who thought he would spend his life in his office only returning very late at night with no one to welcome him home.

now, he has you to come home to and soon a beautiful little being will be added to the family.

MORNING KISSES ⋆ 재윤

jake x gn! reader  ⸝⸝  in which . . . jake refuses to wake up until you shower him with kisses and affection. genre: pure fluff. cw: kissing. 0.6k words.

“it’s time to wake up.” you kneeled down next to the bed, brushing away a strand of stray hair that covered jake’s face.

jake’s brows furrowed as he let out a low grunt. opening his eyes groggily, he blinked a few times to adjust to the warm glow pooling in from the window. the crease between his brows relaxed a little when his eyes landed on you, his face breaking into a sleepy smile and his arms reached out to you, pulling you back into the bed.

“just five more minutes.” his voice was husky, but behind the roughness of his morning voice was a soft, craving plea. he buried his face against shoulder, his soft hair tickling your neck. “please.”

it took every fibre in your body to force yourself to push away his comforting warmth. you propped yourself up against his chest on your forearms, trying to reason with him. “you can’t be late today.”

jake hummed in agreement, but his arms were still wrapped firmly around your waist, and it didn’t seem like he had any intention of letting go.

“jake.” you said sternly, trying to wriggle out of his hold. jake ignored your attempts to break free, instead, he placed a hand behind your neck, pulling you back into his embrace.

“jake.” you repeated in your best attempt at sounding stern, but your voice just sounded muffled against his shirt.

“gimme a kiss first.” jake mumbled, his breath ticking against your ear.

you could feel your resolve slowly crumbling away with every passing second, but you gathered yourself together with the last bits of your willpower. “no kisses until you get out of bed.”

jake pouted at your statement. “just one? please.”

he stared at you expectantly, his gaze flickering between your eyes and lips. there was now a smug smile plastered on his face, as if he was certain that you would give in.

and he was right.

you sighed in defeat, lifting your head slightly to place a chaste kiss on his lips, a smile creeping up your own face as you felt the corners of his mouth curl up into a smile.

“awake now?”

jake frowned when you pulled away. “more.”

you laughed, shaking your head in disbelief, and the sound sent a bloom of warmth to his chest. you grabbed his face between your hands, giving him a stare that said fine, you win, before you peppered his entire face with kisses.

if you had known what would happen after that morning, maybe you wouldn’t have given in to his wishes that easily. but who was to blame you? the tingle of his breath against your skin, the warmth of his arms wrapped around you, and the mixture of mischief and devotion twinkling in his eyes.

and from that day onwards, you would have to face the consequences and shower jake with a generous amount of kisses every morning just to get him out of bed.

you simply couldn’t refuse him.

last night

w.c: 1.1k friends to lovers, a little suggestive, mention of drunk sex, mention of johnny being big

Mental note: never drink again.

You had definitely overdone it the previous night. You didn’t often go to parties, so you enjoyed last night a lot. You hoped you hadn't done anything stupid.

But that wasn’t the case.

You struggled to open her eyes, the sunlight disturbing her vision. Gradually, you recognized that this wasn’t her room. You also felt something holding you by the waist and quickly realized you were being hugged. Seeing that you were next to your best friend, you just snuggled closer to his chest and closed your eyes again.

But you felt something was wrong. You opened your eyes quickly and looked under the blanket you shared with your best friend. Your heart almost stopped when you realized you were both naked. Panic took over your body, making you scream and jump out of bed, waking Johnny, who screamed along with you.

“What’s going on? Why are you screaming like that? My head is going to explode,” said Johnny, putting his hands on his temples, trying to ease the pain.

“For God's sake, Johnny, tell me this didn’t happen.” You pointed at the two of you, trying to explain what “this” was.

“Well… if you want me to lie to calm you down: we didn’t have sex. But if you want the truth, we did.”

“AND HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT SO CALMLY?! This shouldn’t have happened! Look at the mess we made!” You paced back and forth, nervous, running the hands through your hair, gesticulating wildly. “Seriously, what’s going to happen to our friendship now? How are we going to explain this to everyone? How am I going to look at you? Johnny, are you listening to me?!” You stopped walking, putting your hands on your hips, looking at your friend who looked adorable with his sleepy face, messy hair, and tattoos on display. You couldn’t deny, he was ridiculously handsome. He had a mischievous smile on his face, watching you (practically devouring you with his eyes). You were ready to say something else when you realized Johnny was looking at you like that because you were completely naked. Your face turned bright red with embarrassment and quickly pulled one of the sheets from the bed, making Johnny laugh, who then made a move to get up, making you scream “no” because you knew he was also naked.

“Can you stop screaming?”

“Wa-wait, I’ll change clothes and wait for you in the living room so we can talk.” If you can remember where they are. Seeing you looking around the room for your clothes, Johnny said:

“Your clothes are in the living room and you better wear one of my shirts.” Confused, you did what your friend said. Your mental question was answered when, upon reaching the living room and grabbing your shirt, you found it torn in half. Some flashes of what happened last night came to mind, but you couldn’t remember much.

After putting on your clothes (or what was left of them), you looked for some hangover medicine, since you knew that apartment better than anyone and Johnny was taking a while, probably taking a shower. After drinking some water, you felt a bit sore. That reminded you of how big your friend was. You felt embarrassed and started remembering moments from the night.

Upon entering Johnny’s apartment, you were laughing at something very silly, but given your state, it was the funniest thing that had happened. He had his hand on your shoulder and you were hugging his waist. It was comical to see Johnny, with his towering height, leaning on you, perhaps the reason you were laughing to the point of tears.

You knew you couldn’t support Johnny for long, given your condition, ended up stumbling and falling onto the sofa, taking Johnny down with you, causing another laughter crisis. But the laughter died down when you realized how close your faces were. The intense exchange of glances only ended because Johnny pressed his lips to yours. This peck became a hot, desperate kiss. Your hands tangled your friend's freshly cut hair, while one of his hands firmly gripped your thigh and the other held your nape, trying to bring you closer.

You needed to separate to catch your breath, but when Johnny saw your reddened, parted lips, he didn’t take long to kiss you again. The kiss was intense, making you give a slight moan when Johnny lightly bit your lower lip, which was enough to drive him crazy. He simply tore your shirt off, impatient. You were a little startled.

“John-”

“Sorry, my dear,” he said, kissing down your neck, making you close your eyes. “But I’m desperate for you.”

He separated from you, stood up on the sofa and gently pulled you up, starting another kiss. You felt his hands roam your body, passing by your butt, lightly squeezing, and moving to your thighs, giving two light taps in a silent request for you to jump up. With ease, he was carrying you to the bedroom without breaking the kiss. Gently, he laid you on the bed, only separating to take off his shirt. Johnny saw your desire-filled gaze roaming his sculpted body and smiled. He was ready to give you the best night of your life. Too bad you didn’t remember much of it.

“__”

You were startled, dropping the glass into the sink. Johnny approached and stood beside you, knowing you were very embarrassed.

“This was a mistake.”

“It wasn’t and you know it.”

“Johnny, stop it!” You turned to him, who was already looking at you. “We’re friends. FRIENDS. And friends don’t do this kind of thing. I don’t even remember much of what happened. We were drunk and that’s what pisses me off the most.” You tried to look away, but Johnny held your chin with his thumb and forefinger, making you look at him, then slid his hand to your cheek.

“Hey, look at me. I agree that having sex drunk wasn’t the best choice, but, please, don’t say it was a mistake.” You could feel the sincerity in his voice, especially since it was trembling, as if he might cry at any moment. “I’ve always wanted you, and the way we loved each other last night, I know you want me too.”

“Don’t play with me, John.”

“I would never do that because you mean everything to me.”

Unlike last night, this kiss was warm and full of love, as if trying to convey many things at once. When you separated, Johnny looked into your eyes and said:

“See? We complete each other. And if you want, I can give you a better night than last night so you can remember everything, Ouch!” He was interrupted by a slap you gave his arm.

“All in good time, you perverted!” You laughed at his expression of pain. “But, I agree, I’ve always wanted you and will always want you.”

SHUT YOUR PRETTY MOUTH

genre. fluff. warnings. eric's yapping abt furry stuff 😟 reader hates on furries. slight make out. not proofread pairing. eric x fem!reader. wc. 951. request. no. a/n. @hursheys i hope this fulfills your eric delusions ☝️ i kinda hate the ending but whatever we're gonna roll with it. net. @deoboyznet

“So then he was like ‘well that’s totally furry behaviour’, and, obviously, I took offense to that. Cause, like, hello that’s absurd! I’m not a furry. I just bark occasionally—”

You were all too familiar with Eric’s chronic insomnia. Much like a toddler, if he didn’t do enough during the day to exhaust his endless energy, he could easily stay up all night with no sense of time or how tired other people (you) were. You closed your eyes, still half-listening to your boyfriend’s rambling, although you had lost the context of it a long time ago. If you were lucky, you might even be able to fall asleep to his yapping…

As if.

“So I was like, ‘dude, I have a girlfriend, why would you even suggest that’!? They went without me— good riddance— and I blocked them too, so there’s no need to worry. Maybe this is what Kevin meant when he warned me to stop hanging out with random people I meet on the streets. But, I met you on the streets too, so I can’t trust anything Kevin says anymore. Imagine if I hadn’t stopped to get your number at the crosswalk? My life would be so boring now!” Eric continued animatedly, drumming his fingers against the pillow that rested in his lap, picking out the rhythm to one of The Boyz’s songs.

“And I might actually be able to get some sleep…” You interjected with a tired whisper, rolling on your side to face your boyfriend. You opened your eyes with a pointed glare, and Eric’s let out a small “oh”.

“Right. Sorry, baby. You should sleep.” He said quickly, plopping down next to you and planting a quick kiss to your forehead. He was quiet for around 3 minutes, before you heard a small whisper close to your face.

“You don’t ever regret taking my number, do you?” You opened one eye to find Eric staring at you, his eyes wide like a puppy’s. 

“No, I don’t regret it.” You said truthfully, a yawn coming in at the end of your response. Eric smiled slightly, his brain telling him that he should let you finally sleep, but it seemed his mouth had other ideas.

“What if I was a furry? Would you still date me?” You had to hold back a laugh at the question, assuming that it was a reference to his earlier rambling. Although you couldn’t recall how the full conversation had gone, you were pretty sure that even if you did, it wouldn’t help you understand Eric’s brain.

“Who said you weren’t already?” You asked sarcastically, earning a pout from the boy that was almost impossible to resist kissing. 

“What if instead of talking to you I just barked in response?” 

You raised an eyebrow at him, silently judging his train of thought that was getting increasingly more unhinged with every minute that went by. You being extremely tired didn’t help with your patience for his incessant questions. You loved your boyfriend, you really did. But sometimes you just wanted him to shut up and let you sleep.

“What if instead of walking—”

Eric thankfully was not able to finish his sentence, which you could only assume had something to do with crawling on all fours or galloping around like a pony, because you had finally given in to your thoughts and shut up his rambling with your lips. He was shocked at first, frozen in place from your sudden movement. But kissing you was as natural as breathing to him, so he quickly found his rhythm, pulling you closer by your waist and kissing you deeply. 

“Was that a yes?” Came Eric’s first words when you broke off for air. 

“If you mean breaking up if you became a furry, then definitely yes. Now shut your pretty mouth.” You stated clearly before crashing your lips onto his again, giving him no opportunity to protest.

It was surprising how easy it was to get lost in the kiss even when you were exhausted. With Eric eagerly leading, it was simple enough to just let him do most of the work. You tangled your fingers in his blonde hair as he squeezed your waist, letting his tongue slip past your lips gently. 

It seemed your kissing idea worked wonders to exhaust your boyfriend’s energy, as when he broke it off and fell back onto the pillow, he wrapped you up in his arms and let his eyes fall close. You could feel his heart racing, your ear resting over his chest. His cheeks were flushed a pretty pink colour and his lips slightly swollen from the prolonged kiss. As his heartbeat slowed to a regular speed, you naturally matched your breathing with it, and the repetition lulled you to sleep quickly.

Eric held you tightly in his arms, listening to your steady breathing. He was tired, but his mind still raced with thoughts. Rather than meaningless questions he loved to throw at you, they all shifted to thoughts of you. He didn’t deserve your patience at the best of times, and was forever thankful that you truly loved him for himself. 

He knew he could be overbearing and exhausting at times, but he tried his best to balance it with the soft romantic moments that you and him both loved. You were quite similar to each other, the more Eric thought about. Although you were definitely more subdued, which balanced his exuberant energy quite well.

He sniffed, not having realized until now that his eyes had welled up with tears from his thoughts. He sheepishly blinked them away and held you a little closer in his arms, falling into his dreamland with you.

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inspired by this tiktok. if you were here for the naega byeonhae saga, no you weren’t. apologies for not calling it bitch (naega byeonhae), but you can imagine it as a subtitle if you’re really that pressed. the actual title comes from the txt song, just invert it :)

wc: 3.3k ~ yeonjun x fem!reader ~ high society!au ~ triggers: cursing ~ txt masterlist

~ You run away from your own wedding. Yeonjun is there to help.

[ platform nine and three-quarters: run away ] “I do.”

The sound of his voice curdles against your ears and you cringe hard. Visibly, apparently.

You can see it in the way your mother turns her stare on you.

The officiant doesn’t bat an eye. “And do you, Y/N, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

You look down at the bouquet in your hands. White roses and baby’s breath and green leaves blossom from your fingers, beautiful, pure, and sterile. Blank. Dewy with freshness, dull in their meaning.

Someone coughs. You can’t tell if it’s on his side or yours, but you can feel your parents glaring daggers in your direction.

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