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I have shit to vent out today, i don't know how it's gonna happen, will I be able to explain my pain or situation I don't know, but I needed a place to confide.

2021 was a rollercoaster, and it consisted of two people who i dearly loved and cared for and they were the ones who taught me a lesson of all time.

What they did to me pains me?

Sure

But am i grateful for the lesson?

Partly

So here's how being, naive, new and too available can actually be hazard to your life.

All the bullshit people say about being open, being expressive, being true to yourself and not playing mind games is bullshit

Cause everybody just WISHES that a person texts you back as soon as they see, or a person should be available but when a person actually does that you either use or them mistreat them

So if anyone's gonna ever ask me for advice, i am tell them this for sure

BOUNDARIES AND WALLS ARE SO FUCKING IMPORTANT.

Never believe someone understands you.

Never be naive and trust people

Never text fast or first.

Never expect or dream of having long term friendships you are gonna be disappointed.

Never ever think being there for a person will ever do you good. Know where to be and not.

Learn the fact that you are the only one for you

True love is pretty rare to find

Never forget to put yourself first

Never forget you have your goals, if you forgot them or lost yourself, quickly find yourself and recreate your goals.

Stop working on or for others, cause working on your goals and finding yourself is way more fulfilling.

Please try to understand, people are not worth it

What people tell or think about should never ever define your worth.

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2022 minimalist bullet journal setup

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Ikr😂😂

Jus felt a wave of pity and sympathy surge through my body seeing doctor Otto octavius get bullied by the typical gen-z for his name lmfao😭

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Min Yoongi x GQ KOREA

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The Art Of typing Chapter list

Kim Taehyung x reader

Strangers to lovers

Medicos au

PG 13

Mostly fluff and comedy

New College,new beginning med school is gonna make you meet alot of people and what if someone interesting catches your eye

Chapter 1: misterioso V

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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The art of typing

Kim Taehyung× reader

Fluff and comedy

1.2 k words

Master list for summary and chapters

Chapter 1

“I am an isfj and you….” says one of y/n’s favourite vloggers.

y/n slurps her 3 am craved ramen while squinting towards her overly lit screen in dark. Seems like however the brightness is lowered it still seems bright.

“What the f are they talking about?” She questions particularly no one seeing she is alone, well quarantined and with a fucked up sleep schedule as she is indulging in her well past midnight binge.

Working hard, with a lot of sleepless nights wondering the heck out if she is gonna crack the most competitive exam in her country  and get a well deserved seat was what  y/n cared about. Until she gave that exam which was to say, a peculiar experience.

Now she has to wait.  And as you can see the wait is particularly long.

That’s how she ends up here not wanting to be overwhelmed with anxiety of longing and to busy her senses until she is detached from the world.

She feels she deserves it. Seat or not she did what she did.

That’s how she is watching a random video to come across the ever so famous Myers Briggs Type Indicator.

Curious bean she is, she had to know what the fuss was about.

She takes the test only to be understood for the first time in her life. She feels blown. Particularly interested to know more. This is where she falls into a rabbit hole of confining people to neat proper boxes. Easy to understand, easy for her to please. Easy for her to give a meaning or to answer all her why or how questions. Is this test accurate, maybe not. But she loves the feeling of figuring out people, giving their non understandable questions meaning. At the end a sense of content of knowing everything in her own way.

She slowly manipulated every person around her to take the test, getting so used to it that she was typing people herself.

Days roll by, as she is busy overwhelming her senses the wait is finally over. Results are out. She got in.

Was it where she wished for? Nope. But it was alright. She knew getting into a med school in itself was a huge deal. Only thing was all were having at least one friend with them going to the same college, she had no friends, no acquaintance in the least. Whole of the city was new as she was going to move to the other side and that made her anxious.

So she found herself helplessly staring at her ceiling wondering how she was gonna miss her  familiarity and comfort by moving to a dorm life she had no idea about.

 

Then she gets called by her mom from the living room.

“ Yesss moooomm!!” she yells.

But as you know parents can make us listen but can’t listen through the same proximity. So she crawls out of her den still burritoed in her fluff blanket which she may miss too, scratching her scalp through messy hair. She reaches the kitchen drawn in more by the best aroma. Well the aroma helped her to get there with less reluctance.

“ Well your college made a group chat for you guys. I directed them to add your personal number.”

That’s how she suddenly feels a ray of hope seep in, a message group.

 ‘The oh so great social media always helping us through shit’ she sighs.

Being the extrovert she is, well a little out of game in socialising but still having the spark, she anxiously types in.

 

While sitting in the corner of her cube shaped room which was probably her nest for the past 6 months.

She was so ready to get out of it. And she sees all of them slowly answer. Introducing themselves. Answering questions, few pretty giddy people, few sarcastic. She was hyped to see so many people. Finally feeling at ease of leaving her comfortable closed chapter behind starting anew.

By this time she was probably having her favourites in mbti. Intp being her top. How? Well she even had specifics under it. With well developed inferior extroversion and empathy which anyone would call ambitious yet dumb. She herselfs thinks it’s dum, but so much for an adrenaline kick.

 

07:30  72xxxxx        - Kim Seok Jin

Hello fellow doctors, wanna play among us?

You receive a text when you are going through your daily dose of instagram reels.

7:30 71xxxxx   - Kim Namjoon

Technically we are still medicos so won’t be as bold enough to say that…

7:31 88xxxxx - Swoon

Sounds fun, I am in Jinnie.

 

And you see a bunch of people getting on board and so do you.

You end up showing some what of an active participation, agreeing to create the room and sharing in the code.

You wait now in the lobby, waiting for people to fill in. First round you get a good amount. Have fun even but only three remain for the second game.

There you get confused on who your batchmates really are.

So keep the good ol’ chat box to use.

 

YOU: So who are from rmc here?

I: me

Wwh: me

YOU: may i please know your names.

Wwh: Seokjin, you?

YOU: Y/N

 You know Seok jin. Who is this other mystery person you wonder. It seems not only you but even Seokjin is curious.

WWH: And you, i?

 

You squint again at your phone screen under darkness. Waiting impatiently for anything. And they finally reply.

 

V: I M V

You scoff and mutter to yourself “wtf”.

YOU: And what does V mean?

You question not caring about if you are prying.

 

V: V meaning Tae?

There is something. But the question mark seems a little sketchy.

YOU: So your name is Tae?

And before you know the game starts you playing crewmate and going through with tasks until you find the imposter. Well it went particularly uneventful as you moved to another game.

Having scarcity of players you make the lobby go public. The message icon lights up with a red dot.

yellow:alguien es español

V: celoso si bailo con otro

Yellow: Sabes español?

V:Yo no soy de ellos

And you rush in to ask if he knows spanish only for the god forsaken game to start again. Well you play through it only wishing for it to end soon. And as the thoughts of a new mystery person flow through your brain you get through the game.

After that all of you mutually agree to end it here. But this interaction had so many questions unanswered. So you gotta do something about it. You overthink but at the end push yourself to type.

 

9:30 pm   you

V, You know spanish?

You wait nervously for a text answering that. You seem to be not the only one curious as SeokJin asks the same.

You feel at ease you are not the only one being this curious, which you wonder should you be?

9:32pm   76xxxxx        -V

Well I do. I learned it from money heist.

You don't know if you should believe it or not, but who are you kidding? Not everyone is gonna waste and binge their free time away. They might have done something. You feel a twinge of self pity over your attempted French lesson.

9:32pm  you

Wow, that's impressive. What did you say to that guy?

9:33      76xxxxx      -V

I am kidding, I just typed in the lyrics of a spanish song.

And that’s how you know you are a naive bitch, Mentally smacking your head you pretend to yourself as if you didn’t really believe what he said. As you haven’t just now complemented him.

Writer's note: yolo, back after a lot of time and had this chapter lying in my draft. Hopefully 10 shares will make me post another chapter, show some support 😊

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I am so happy you enjoyed it🥺🥰, and jungkook being cute, I know right 🥺🥺🥺

UNSPOKEN

Jungkook x reader

Established relationship au!(barista jk and bookstore cashier oc)

PG 13

Word count: 5.7k+

FLUFF [awwwieeee]

Warnings : None [ Jungkook being sweet and oblivious at the same time. He is dumb but sweet as a candy uwu, A LOT OF UNSPOKEN EMOTIONS well just an excuse for me to not write conversations

Note: But I did really enjoy writing this fic. I hope you guys will love it along with my main guest @bts-bliss-feels​ to whom this was a surprise fic. A huge thank you to Ellen @joontella​ for keeping up with my frantic behavior and helping me edit this fic, I am glad you helped me really your support meant a lot.

Your relationship with Jungkook has always been an unspoken one. Being two awkward munchkins your designated love language was minor acts of services. As you get comfortable with this mode of affection, how will you recognize the steps your boyfriend is trying to take.

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Namjoon with this tiktok vid inspo maybe?

Up until a few weeks ago, the exercise-weightlifting-machine-thingy in your basement had gotten very little use. It was something you and Namjoon had purchased a few years back, a long forgotten New Year’s resolution that lasted maybe three days before the two of you moved on. Then, it became more of a temporary hanger for your clothes, as its placement right outside the laundry room often led to you hanging damp clothing against the metal bars when the real drying rack was too full.

With Namjoon’s work being moved mostly online, he had no reason to frequent the office of his job anymore, choosing instead to work from home. Working from home meant Namjoon had a lot of time on his hands now; he didn’t need to spend hours stuck in traffic anymore and he didn’t need to wake up or go to bed at ungodly times. He started doing more housework, like cooking and laundry, reorganizing your entire closet three times before he was satisfied. And after all the stray articles of clothing had been put away, he rediscovered the exercise-weightlifting-machine-thingy.

Which leads to now.

“Joon,” you mumble, sitting across your husband for your monthly finance review. He’s fresh from the shower, hair a little damp, because he has some important video call later that he needs to attend. Clad in a navy blue button-up fastened all the way up, he was serving casual professionalism at the dinner table. “Your… your….” you flounder, gesturing towards your own chest area.

Everything had been fine for a while, the both of you leaning over the table as you poured over bills and whatnot. And then, after you had resolved the issue of your suddenly high water bill, Namjoon had let out a long groan of relief, leaning back into his seat and stretching his arms backward. At that moment, you became aware of the absolute bulging of his chest, the button against his sternum hanging on for dear life. “Oh,” he says, placing a palm over the opening. He doesn’t seem the least bit embarrassed, shaking his head with a soft puff of laughter as he readjusts his shirt. “Guess I need to go shopping soon.”

“Yeah,” you say, but what you’re really thinking is when the hell did his boobs get so big?

The finance review goes well. Namjoon leads the discussion, doesn’t mind your silence. He wraps it up just fine, saunters by you on his way to his home office with a pat against your shoulder. Only after you register the soft click of his door do you spring into action, whipping around to glance at the clock on the stove. He still has a few minutes before his meeting. You bolt down the hall.

You don’t bother knocking, throwing the door open and catching Namjoon reaching overhead to switch the light on the ceiling fan on. With his flimsy button once again. “Put on a different shirt,” you puff, rushing to his side. Namjoon flinches at your sudden attack, yelps when your hands come up to clasp at the front of his button-up, trying to force the material shut.

“What are you doing?” he gasps, catching your wrists between his gigantic hands, ignoring your raging hormones as he backs you up against the edge of his desk. “I have a meeting in a few—“

“Your boobs,” you cry, gesturing with a jerk of your head at his chest, “they’re gonna rip apart your shirt!”

Namjoon chokes. “Th- They’re pecs,” he defends, letting go of your hands to hold you by the waist instead, the strong muscles of his pecs rippling beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. “And they definitely won’t.” You groan, hoping he can’t see the raging heart eyes you’ve got on as you trail your gaze to his chest again, eyeing the tiny sliver of his skin. “__,” Namjoon says sternly.

“Sorry!” you exclaim, “it’s just— they’re huge—“

“That’s enough of that,” Namjoon sighs, drawing away with a rather disappointed shake of his head. You’d feel embarrassed about it normally, but you’re still more worried than anything. “I have a meeting,” he reiterates, taking you by the hand and guiding you toward the open door. He’s not cruel enough to send you off like this, placing a kiss against your cheek. “I’ll be done in an hour,” he assures you, blindly reaching back for the door you had thrown open upon arrival. “And then we can talk abo—“

There’s a snap. A gasp. The button lands on your forehead. Namjoon’s all but frozen in place, mortification painting his features as you hiss out, “see! I told you!”

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Taehyung x reader

Soulmate au!

PG 13

Word count: 5.5k+

Fluff, romance. angst

warnings: None [ Slight love triangle even though I claim to despise them but trust me it ain’t that annoying as the typical once are ]

Note: HAPPY TAE DAY!!!!!! Hope you guys enjoy this fic on the day this lil bundle of actual joy was born, he is a ‘good boy'🥺🥺….I hope you collect your husband Gray😏.

People live in a world where they are blessed with magical powers. Some of them are healers, guardians of mother nature and few who are disguised as normal but actually hold a power which is stated to be a curse ,a long time ago

The new rays of sun seep in as you head down the road. You tug your pea coat and hold it close to your chest to prevent the chill morning winter from getting the best of you.

You see red strings, most of them which were life less, planted on land starting to move indicating the beginning of their routines.

Red strings. Which connects your soulmate.

The power of seeing these strings and being able to manipulate is a blessing, that is what people assumed at the beginning of the world only to be proven wrong due to immoral, impulsive and reckless decisions, which have proven this power to be a curse. People breaking and making their bonds not trusting the system sent by the almighty only to regret later.

From then on many laws were amended, one of them being this specific power to be disguised as portrayed to be part of powerless, Humans.

So when at the age of five you started to skip over in the air only to tug your mother’s sleeve to stop her from tripping over the string your family mourned that you were the bearer of the curse.

Even though the concept of soulmates was something you never understood then your mom who was rather optimistic tried to explain “you have the power to move mountains, that you have the power to change destiny.”

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UNSPOKEN

Jungkook x reader

Established relationship au!(barista jk and bookstore cashier oc)

PG 13

Word count: 5.7k+

FLUFF [awwwieeee]

Warnings : None [ Jungkook being sweet and oblivious at the same time. He is dumb but sweet as a candy uwu, A LOT OF UNSPOKEN EMOTIONS well just an excuse for me to not write conversations

Note: But I did really enjoy writing this fic. I hope you guys will love it along with my main guest @bts-bliss-feels​ to whom this was a surprise fic. A huge thank you to Ellen @joontella​ for keeping up with my frantic behavior and helping me edit this fic, I am glad you helped me really your support meant a lot.

Your relationship with Jungkook has always been an unspoken one. Being two awkward munchkins your designated love language was minor acts of services. As you get comfortable with this mode of affection, how will you recognize the steps your boyfriend is trying to take.

Keep reading

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I fully agree that Bon Voyage Malta Seokjin is that premium quality stuff. He’s brilliant. But let’s not forget In The Soop Seokjin. He set off fireworks early in the morning, almost choked on a mango after asking the camera about how sexy he looked, requested and received a fish tank, rode a broom and taunted Jimin, and painted a true masterpiece.

LMFAO you're 100% correct! Malta seokjin ran so in the soop seokjin could fly

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whats your type?

Fictional men written by women.

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My Edit

Do not repost without credit 

Do not printing out my works *Ask me first* 

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STILL GOING THRU IT FAM