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Miraculous Ladybug Disney/Pixar crossover (part 12) - The Lion King:

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16

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Call Me Kitten | 2

➳ Genre:  Fluff | Hybrid!AU

➳ Pairing: Jimin x Reader

➳ Warnings: None

➳ Word count: 1405

↠ A/N: I’m falling in love with kitten!Jimin, he’s too cute, so here’s a part two for you all! Find Part 1 here↞

“Jimin?” You peered out from the bathroom, casually wiping your hands off on a towel as you padded through the quiet apartment, carefully pushing the bedroom door open.

You smiled softly at the sight, Jimin curled up on the bed, his white tail wrapped warmly around him, ears twitching occasionally as he slept, his hair falling into his face as usual. His chest rose and fell steadily, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he stirred, beginning to shake his head from side to side. You pouted a little, realising another dreadful nightmare was likely coming on, confirmed by the scared whimpers that began to slip past his lips as he tossed from side to side.

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DAMN THE DELIVERY BOY

Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk / Reader.

Genre: Expecting Parents AU / Fluff and Non-explicit smut.

Summary: Jeon Jeongguk is a computer science major working as a pizza delivery boy, and you are an uninspired published author who has just started an art degree. When you realise that the delivery boy is your old high school crush, he keeps coming back, but with more to offer than just puff pastry and vegetarian supreme. Though little did he know that he would end up giving you something much more that flips both of your worlds completely upside down in the form of two blue lines and nine months.

Count: 9,656 words.

month one.

Two lines.

The second is a little faint, but it is there, undeniably there, growing stronger by the second as your heart sinks deeper into the pit of your stomach and suddenly you are keeling over the sink, throwing up a combination of panic and regret. You wipe your mouth, sit back on the closed lid of the toilet, shut your eyes and take a deep breath, holding it until your lungs burn and your lashes fly back apart to look at the test still shaking between your fingertips.

There, right before your eyes, two fucking blue lines protruding like two middle fingers, poking up at you and saying – Congratulations sucker, you are pregnant!

Twenty-three years old and pregnant.

You throw up again.

This has got to be the biggest mistake of your life.

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