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ℒ𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈
ℒ𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈• 。゚𝑀𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑡𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑤𝑛。゚•┈୨♡୧┈• 。゚ A collection of drabbles from February 1st until the 14th with your favorite husbandos ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗
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If You Can’t Stand the Heat, etc. etc.
If You Can’t Stand the Heat, etc. etc.
“Hey Marimo,” he whispers, lacking his usual bite, “I would stay away if I were you… I think I have a fever.” “I don’t doubt it,” Zoro responds, gently as possible. “Though I think there’s more to it than that, Curls.”
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Counting Stars
Counting Stars
On most days Kim Seokjin would say he doesn't care. He didn't exactly begrudge having presented as an omega. But when one had an unplanned pregnancy, was a fresh graduate, with limited job options, then housing was even more limited. And indeed he did find one such alpha and omega making out right in front of his door, seemingly trying to slot a key into his door's keyhole as they were practically already stripping one another of their clothes. He didn't even have to guess about their subgenders. The smell of their arousal was reeking up the entire corridor. His own omega instincts were prickling annoyedly at the overwhelming odor. He didn't particularly care what they got up to. But he did wish they at least had the decency to not do it in a less private area as the hallway, especially not in front of his apartment door. -- A heavily pregnant Seokjin moves into an apartment complex, the only affordable housing he could find. These flats house university students & he comes across a pair of them going at it in the corridor where the omega's one room flat is located. This is Seokjin's first encounter with campus's infamous fuckboy Kim Taehyung.
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read our constellations
read our constellations
And Trent’s not a mess! He’s not. He’s got his life entirely together. He chose to reveal his source and give up his position with The Independent. He chose to start chasing book authorship as his new branch of his career tree. He chose his flat, and his car, and his life, down to the brands of tea he buys and the sorts of people he spends time with and the sheet sets he puts on his and Beatrice’s beds. He’s an adult man, for Christ’s sake. Of course, he’s got his life together. Everything is under his control, and it’s all fine. It’s entirely, completely, fully fine. Taking one last steadying breath, Trent opens his eyes and looks over the line of seven tests on the counter: the first he took a few hours ago, and the six he just took since. Each and every last one of them says he’s pregnant. Some have plus signs, some have two lines, some simply have the word pregnant. All of them may as well come together to form a little sign reading, Congratulations, Trent! You did it! You’ve finally made a goddamn bloody mess out of everything! Just wait until you have to tell Ted! Trent’s stomach turns for more reasons than one.
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september rain
september rain
“I’m pregnant.”There is a long pause.“You shouldn’t have.” Jeongguk says as the words pours like there were dry leaves milled between them –the loudness of the september rain pouring down is not sharper than his big, doe eyes as he looks at the faded body in front of him. “You shouldn’t.”“I know,” Seokjin hiccups. He can feel the shame and it crushes him like someone just punched him in the guts, so he hugs himself to take the pain away. “I’m sorry.” OR... Jeongguk is a married man. Not with Seokjin.
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