Part Of Becoming Confident With Yourself Is Just Posting It Anyway. Writing It Anyway. Even If You Feel

part of becoming confident with yourself is just… posting it anyway. writing it anyway. even if you feel like it won’t be recognized, the process is just as important as the results. if you like what you do and who you are that validation will come naturally. shit won’t feel forced either.

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→ Genres: Slice of life, Single Parent!Reader, Convenience Store Owner!Yoongi, lots of fluff, tiny bit of angst because I’m me and cannot be stopped, smut. → Warnings: Smut, oral, light spanking, unprotected sex, copious amounts of dirty talk by Agust D himself. → Word Count: 22k. → A/N: This is a very late birthday present for the love of my life, my soulmate @bxebxee​! I’m so sorry this took such a long time to get out to you, my angel. I am over a week late and no one could ever be more mad at anyone than I am at myself! But! In my defense, I wanted to make this as special and hopefully wonderful as I think you deserve. I think the world of you, my darling, and I could not possibly love you any more than I already do. You are such a wonderful person and I count myself lucky every single day to have you in my life. I love you to Pluto and back, baby. I really do. Hope u cream ur stockings. xoxo. Also! Thank you so much to my baby, Clown Queen @versigny​ for not only helping me come up with a title that I think is just the cutest fucking thing on the planet, but for publicly humiliating me in an effective attempt to get me to get my shit together and finish this fic. Last but not even kind of least, thank you to the beautiful, incredible keeper of my heart @wagicshop​ for being both a gift and a blessing and making me this beautiful header that I have been staring at for days because she’s amazing and I love her and I cannot edit to save my life. I put this in tiny font bc I don’t know when to shut up.

“Joowon, hold on!” You said in a rush, your tone pushing the line of raised towards the end. You lurched forward, just barely dodging the bodies of passersby, your arm outstretched as you tried to grab onto your son who was racing as quickly as his small legs would carry him down the sidewalk. “Joowon.” “Try and catch me, mommy!” He giggled, looking back at you over his shoulder, his already chubby cheeks rounding even further in a grin that was as mischievous as it was pure innocence.

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Here is the piece I decided to name “pls show me that I can still write”,, a 700 word drabble about morning routines with dad!taehyung. enjoy < 3

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↠ Pairing: Professor!Namjoon x Reader

↠ Word Count: 784

↠ Genre/Rating: sort of, almost smut; NC17

↠ Warnings/Tags: Namjoon is Daddy™️; almost exclusively making out, it gets hot though lol

This is for my 300 follower celebration! Send me a “Would You Rather” scenario!

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needless to say → KNJ

paring: mafia boss!kim namjoon x doctor!reader

warnings: praise kink, oral sex (female receives), stalker ish content (namjoon sends someone to watch over the reader while he is away), namjoon is shoot, unprotected sex, high heels on during the foreplay 

word count: 5.7K  

summary: namjoon was the most dangerous man in the city and you were his doctor, sworn to protect and heal him. Over the months you could not help but to fall for the man who always ended up at least once a month at your hospital, injured and in need of your help. 

note: I am shocked as well to be writing smut without any bdsm so for all you praise loving folks (like me) here we go!! 

fanart made by cyran ❤️

He was dangerous, you knew that much. Yet, when he was lying on your hospital gurney, you knew he could not hurt a single fly in this state. He had been shot, again. The second time this month now. He was getting more reckless, more impatient, craving more power. 

A year ago, you would have never thought you would be working for the most dangerous man in the city, but here you were, sterilising your equipment before removing the bullet from his wound. Namjoon hissed at the pain but you just glared at him. He had to start being more careful. 

When you started working for him you thought you only did it for the money, being in debt for so long despite being one of the most promising new doctors at the hospital, you decided to quit your job. His deal was way to good. Pay of your entire debt if you worked for him for four year plus money for rent and food. 

That was all it was supposed to be. A job, taking care of Namjoon and his associates whenever they got hurt. Funny how everytime Namjoon ended up at your hospital you fell for him even more. Your hospital. 

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