#yugyeom x reader
baby fever ; kim yugyeom
warningsmentions of pregnancy
genrefluff
word count 0.4k
inspirationn/a
synopsisjust you having baby fever and yugyeom basking in every second of it
author’s note disclaimer! to be clear i stopped writing for kpop this september. but my main writing outlet was wattpad where i have dozens of pieces written. i decided the least i could do for you guys here is post my favorites! this being one of them, enjoy and thank you for everything!
“Aww, she’s so cute! Yugy, look at this baby,” You wrapped your arm around Yugyeom’s shoulders to bring him into you to see yet another baby picture. The 27th to be exact, but not that Yugyeom was counting or anything.
Yugyeom sighed, a sign that he was becoming tired of you pulling him in to look at dozens of baby photos. Yugyeom placed his head on your shoulder, gazing up at you cheekily.
“Just admit you have baby fever, ___,”
You scoffed, continuing to scroll and internally squeal at all the adorable babies. “Me? With baby fever? Yea, I don’t think so,” Truth be told, you just didn’t want to admit to Yugyeom that you were actually having baby fever.
Your pride would never. Especially after years of you telling Yugyeom you weren’t ready, or it was too early in your relationship for kids. He always said that it was okay and that he’d wait however long. But you knew deep inside he wanted to start a family with you.
And now, here you are, going through a baby tag. Oh, how the tables have turned.
“It’s okay to say you’re ready,” Yugyeom muttered, obviously pleased with the scene that was playing out.
You shook your head. “Never said all of that,” You were milliseconds away from liking another picture before Yugyeom swiftly snatched your phone from your grasp. And before you could grab onto him, he had already stood from the bed.
You whined, “Okay, okay, you win,” a pout forming of your lips.
Yugyeom giggled, waving your phone high up in the air. “Nuh- uh, I wanna hear you say it. ‘Yugyeom, I think I’m ready to have a family with you- a football team of kids with you in fact’ ” He tried his best to mimic your voice.
You glared at him. “One, I don’t sound like that. Two, I don’t have time to raise more than three kids.”
“Then it’s settled, three it is,” You walked right into his trap. Yugyeom gleefully hopped back onto the bed, the dip causing you to fall onto him. You sighed and straddled your boyfriend, head finding home on his shoulder while his hands wrapped around your back. Your phone already thrown aside somewhere.
“No but seriously, are you ready? Because I’ll keep waiting…” Yugyeom whispered, softly rubbing his hands up and down your back. You brought your hand to cup his jaw, thumb tracing his jawline.
“I’m ready,” You nodded. “But I can only do one kid at a time. The three kids thing was a bit of a stretch…” You garnered a laugh out of Yugyeom.
“Doesn’t matter. As long as I’m starting a family with you,”
Pairing:Kim Yugyeom x gn!reader
Word Count: 161
Genre:Fluff
Summary:How does surfing work??? Yugyeom definitely doesn’t know
Warnings:None
“Stand! Stand up!” you yell over the waves rolling into your face. Yugyeom seems to hear this, and attempts to stand up once more. He lasts a little longer than last time, but the wave crashes into his backside and he hurtles forward.
“Fuck.” The one word that Yugyeom spits out along with oceanwater has you laughing and falling off your surfboard.
“You’ll get the hang of it. Wanna try again?” You tease, reaching out as he paddles toward you and pulling a strand of seaweed out of his hair. Yugyeom shakes his head.
“Nah,” Yugyeom pulls up next to you with a shit-eating grin on his face, “I’d rather look at you surf.”
You snort, tugging on a wet lock of your boyfriend’s hair. “More like you want to gape at my ass.” Yugyeom giggled and pinched your cheek, but didn’t confirm nor deny. After a moment’s hesitation, you set out for the next wave as Yugyeom cheers you on.
Word Count: 141
Pairing:Yugyeom x gn!Reader
Warnings:None
Summary:Don’t put too many grapes in a smoothie
Genre:Fluff, crack
“No, don’t add grapes,” you scold for the umpteenth time. Yugyeom frowned at you.
“I feel like they’d be fun to add, though.” You shake your head, but Yugyeom keeps pouting. Oh my God.
“FIne, add the damn grapes,” you groan, so done with your boyfriend’s antics. “But don’t blame me when you throw the rest of it away.” Yugyeom hums, ignoring your warning and dumping more grapes than what you would deem acceptable into the blender.
“But”—you know what’s coming and sigh internally—”don’t you think it would be a grapeaddition?”
Instead of responding, you just turn around and start heading out of the kitchen. Yugyeom’s cackling laughter follows after you as he starts up the blender. But you know that later on, when Yugyeom starts complaining about an upset stomach you wil be the one with the last laugh.
