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MIMMMII ARRRRGGGGH i cant believe its taking me so so long to read this masterpiece. The whole breakup scene was so beautifully written, i kid you not i was crying on the bus 😞 oc and koo are made for eachother, but that 3 years was definitely definitely necessary. I dont know you do it, it felt like i was watching a movie. I loved kooks speech too, pulled on every heartstring that i had, all i could think about was how true everything said was. i hope more people find this story :))

p.s i loved all the melbourne mentions ^^ i love melbs so so much, my fav city🫶🫶 ( ive only ever lived here 🫶 )

This is How We Break | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader 

Genre/Tags: exes au; angst, fluff, smut (18+)

Warnings: foul language, alcohol consumption, motorcycle driving under the influence, motorycle accident, break-up and post-break up pain, sexual content (unprotected sex but be safe please!), JK has a tattoo sleeve and eyebrow piercing (18+)

Word count: 20.6k

Summary: There are things you prepared for coming back home and that includes seeing your ex-boyfriend, but helping him design his apartment isn’t one of them. From meetings over coffee and lunches with your friends, you both learn more about the time in-between, and what you find out leave you heartbroken, wondering if there’s enough of you left to try to get back what you’d lost.

“You know what they say about past lovers remaining friends? It’s either they never loved each other to begin with, or they still do. And we all know how much they loved each other, don’t we?”

A/N: Another exes AU? Where someone leaves then comes back?? 🤔 YUP!! I wasn’t supposed to write this so soon but things are hard and I needed an outlet.

~~// These italics refer to flashbacks // ~~

Listen to: Two Ghosts and Falling by Harry Styles

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Are you trying to kill me?

i may have gotten a little carried away with this one, but i can’t help it. yoongi just does things to me.

genre: starts with fluff, progresses into smut

warnings: smut, oral sex (female receiving), yoongi’s talented tongue in detail

word count: 1.7k

Yoongi spread out on the mattress, arms thrown above him bent at the elbows to support his head. He’d gotten home before you today, a rarity in his busy schedule. As he awaited your arrival to the apartment, he kept his eyes glued to his phone, lazily scrolling through social media.

Inhaling deeply, he tossed his phone onto the mattress beside him, sighing as he rolled over to your side of the bed to bury his face in your pillow. It smelled like you; sweet vanilla with a hint of flowers.

He picked his head up from the pillow when he heard the sound of you jiggling your key into the lock. He couldn’t help the gummy smile appearing on his face as he heard the door open and shut. He scrambled to sit up, scooting over to the end of the bed as his ears perked up at the sound of your footsteps coming down the hall.

“You home, Yoonie?” you called, voice echoing down the hallway.

“In here.” he called casually, although his heart was pitter-pattering against his chest as he heard your footsteps near.

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CERAMIC LIPS — just a little drabble of what it would be like if kirishima was into pottery.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. kirishima eijiro x reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. gender-neutral, high school au, no quirks au, fluff, not proofread so beware

kirishima eijiro, the quiet boy in your 6th-period ceramics class.

he has loud buddies, though. you recollect on the time you saw a blonde boy with yellow eyes leap onto his back, closely being pursued by a black-haired boy with awful posture and piercings, and the blonde-haired boy with crimson eyes and a frown craved on his face. you already knew his name from all the times your science teacher seated you two together for a project. you guys work together well she would say.

in here, however, kirishima is all straight face and silent since his friends aren’t here to deflect. you know he’s mrs urumi’s favorite, she’s always gloating about his works or peaking over his shoulder.

you didn’t want to select ceramics as an elective for your second semester, but since you waited so long your only options were photography or exploration of ceramics. without delay, you picked ceramics.

kirishima was advanced in ceramics, always modeling extract sculptures or heads with intense care. he always looked so in love with his final productions.

while spinning your grossly saturated clay on your potter’s wheel, you green-eyed him. you weren’t confident if your jealousy was bred by noticing how elegant and diverse his creations came out while you only knew how to make a cock-eyed teacup, or how he cradles the life-size head so gingerly while enhancing details on its gray lips. His crimson eyes possess so much tenderness and warmth in them.

so much love and…

and your feet slowly add more pressure on the foot pedal the more you gawk at him. eventually, it builds a lanky, clay tentacle that was spiraling from the acceleration of the wheel it dangled on. the clay tentacle sprinkles portions of itself onto other tables —causing them to groan in annoyance— and attaches slivers of sludge onto your apron.

your teacher shrieks, yelling at you to stop the wheel, jerking you out of your trance. you lifted your foot from the pedal and watch your limp, mud tentacle slowly swirl to a break.

the girls in the corner giggle at you, though they’re the ones all blemished in scars of clay. you feel the temperature rise in the room when you sense a pair of red eyes flick at you. Maybe photography could’ve fitted you better than this shitshow.

unbeknownst to you, he grins and continues working on his piece. he might look like he’s in love with his work, but this personal piece has his heart beating out of his chest.

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Reposting the black rabbit of Inle, since the witch hare we’re bringing to MFF is inspired by Hazel.