i think we’ve all seen this coming. starting nearly three years ago, after i posted the universe of us and lovers’ paradox, i felt like it was time. but i didn’t want to let go. so i tried so hard to push myself to write (i.e. solace, roulette, double-cross, cloud ten), and those are still some of the writing pieces i’m the most proud of to have penned. i don’t regret it at all. unfortunately, i grew bored of writing and dreaded seeing this blog.
and that’s when i knew. bts held a special place in my heart for six years and will always continue to do so. but i’ve simply outgrown them, and my interest in them has waned. I haven’t listened to them in months, and they no longer serve as a muse for my writing, but rather, stopped me from wanting to write altogether. they’re a part of an era of my life that i’m ready to let go of.
i distinctly remember how i felt when i first saw them perform for twenty minutes on a small stage with a half filled audience at kcon 2014. i was fifteen or barely sixteen, giddy beyond belief, absolutely wonderstruck, and butterflies fluttering in my stomach. and now, six years later, as a just newly turned (!!!) twenty two year old, to be able to see them once more in this upcoming april, to be able to see them flourish and come this far, it’s a different feeling. it’s a mixture of nostalgia, gratitude, and happiness. it’s the closure i need to end this chapter.
i still hope to write my last part of the law and order: bts collab one day, and that will be my final writing piece posted on this blog whenever i finish it. from my starting days on quizilla/quotev at age thirteen to my shinee writing as sarangghae (august - december 2014) to my exo days as exo-nerates (december 2014 - december 2015) to the short-lived lovelyoongis (january - april 2016) that transitioned to my permanent home as taesthetes (april 2016 - march 2020), it’s been quite a ride. taesthetes has been, without a doubt, the most impactful and longest part of my writing journey. but it’s time for a new muse.
it’s such a privilege to have over 4.5k honey bees reading and enjoying my works. i want all of you to know that i’m really truly grateful that you chose to include me in your life. thank you for liking my content, reblogging my posts, reading my writings, sending me sweet messages, visiting my blog for even just a millisecond because in that time space, you decided to let me have a tiny part in your life. i was able to exist in your life for that moment, and i believe that’s the most beautiful and rewarding part of being a writer.
being a writer was one of my childhood dreams. i wrote dozens upon dozens of silly stories as a child. but as i grew older, the expectations set for an adult are quite different, especially with asian parents. writing online was really the only place i could indulge in this dream. if i were able to tell my younger self that she was able to become a writer in the future, she would have been over the moon. so, thank you all so so much for your support and kindness and for allowing me to indulge in one of my childish whims.
to the ones who have been here from the start, to the ones who came here later on, to the ones who have already moved on, to the ones who may find this blog in the future, to the wonderful friends i’ve made on here, i hope every single one of you finds love and happiness within your life and most importantly, within yourself. you are all incredibly special and important, and i love you so so so much.
no amount of words can truly encompass all my gratitude towards you, but thank you all so much for being such a bright part of my own life these past four years and maybe even beyond. you all have given me endless love and support, and that means the entire universe to me.
i think you all deserve to know where i’ve been writing for the past year after sticking with me for so long. several of you have actually found me already, which is absolutely mind boggling. nevertheless, i’m now at @luvdsc where i have been happily writing for nct.
to my lovely anons: 💜 anon, tuou anon, travel anon, vn army anon, jilt anon, and crush anon, i hope you know that i’m always here for you, and you’re always welcome to message me on my new blog.
thank you for these four years, honey bees.
with all my love,
Cat.
p.s. happy birthday to the loml king taeyeon and to yoongi ♡
Hi! I just read Lovers Paradox and I love it so much, it's so cute I was giggling through the whole thing. I look forward to going through your works (read through the police!au profiles, again, SO CUTE >
omg hi, honey bee!!! 💞 thank you so much for loving lovers’ paradox! It’s one of my absolute faves that I’ve written, so it absolutely warms my heart to hear that you enjoyed it 💘 I hope my other works don’t disappoint! And omg you read the profiles more than once?? Those were sooo fun to make, so thank you for liking those as well, sweetpea 💗 I hope you have a good day, love bug!!! 🌸🌸
I absolutely loved Cloud Ten ♥️ but I need to know... what happened with Jungkook after the ending?? My aching heart needs to know if you actually had an idea of what happened to him~ if not I can just let my imagination run
omg I’m so so sorry, honey bee, I just saw this! This is loooong overdue, but thank you so much, sweetpea!!!! 💘💘 it makes me so happy to see cloud ten receiving love :’)
as for jungkook, I believe he goes out and does a lot of soul searching. he’s been so fixated on finding his soulmate and the idea of them that he’s a little bit lost after coming to the realization that a soulmate bond shouldn’t be the only reason to stay and to love someone. there’s so much more that goes into loving someone besides a tattoo that says you should. He’ll always love y/n and vice versa, but just not in the romantic sense, and he’s coming to terms to that. I do think that he will find love in the way that he craves, but this time, it’ll be for the right reasons 💕
Ahhh I know his future sounds a little vague from what I just said, but yes, feel free to let your imagination run wild also!!! I always love hearing about different interpretations or what you think happens next 💓
i was doing pretty well before but coming into 2020, lately, especially today i feel like im on the verge of breakdown every couple of minutes. honestly miss cat, i feel really lost and don't know what to do with my life, a lot of my plans from last year has changed bc of one and other things and i honestly don't know anything anymore. im so so lost and i really don't know what i should do or what i can do. it's like everywhere i look it's dark and i can't see my path.
i dont even know what im doing with my life anymore right now, i i feel like im stuck and can’t see a way out bc everything i tried seems like a dead end. nothing seems to be helping and i can’t tell what i could do. im honestly so upset at myself. i dont know what to do. im sorry im ranting to you miss cat but i needed someone to tell this to, thank you so much for being a positive presence in my life 💜💜
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hello, my darling sunshine 💘 i’m so sorry to hear that you’re feeling this way and having to experience this ): i also went through this for a good four years of my life, and it’s a really difficult time. it’s really hard to choose what to do, like society really expects a teenager to just pick a career, which will affect the rest of their life, and that seems so silly to me?? it’s really discouraging to work so hard and realize the path you set up for yourself isn’t the right one or it just isn’t within reach for you no matter how hard you try. and i know everyone always says this, but please, please, don’t give up. i really hated hearing those three words, but at the end of the day, there was nothing for me to do but get up, move on, and keep going forward even if i felt like i was lost. it’s okay to take a break from your worries and focus on yourself. it’s okay to stop when you’re tired. but that break shouldn’t be permanent, and you mustn’t give up, sweetpea! without the darkness, the light won’t be able to shine :)
when i didn’t know what to do with my life, i did everything. i threw myself into new experiences, different classes, etc. and tried them all out. and while many of them didn’t work out, in the end afterwards, i realized i was grateful for the experience because at least i tried and now i’m one step closer to finding the right path for my life. when you feel up for it, i hope you’ll be able to go out and experience many new things as well! enjoy yourself while doing so, and along the way, i believe you’ll be able to find the right path for you. i know what it’s like to feel so hopeless, lost, and alone because everyone else seems to be moving forward, except for you, but trust me, honey bee, please don’t ever give up. and please don’t be so harsh with yourself ): i know you’re doing your best, and you should be proud of yourself! it’s okay to go at your own pace, it’s okay to take your time, and it’s okay to stop and smell the roses on this journey. it’s only the beginning of january!! you still have 11 more months of 2020 and all the years after to find what’s right for you! i know you’ll do great things in the future, honey bee 💞 i’m rooting for you, and i know it will work out for you in the end 💓
and you don’t have to apologize for talking to me!! i’m always here for you, and i’m happy to hear from you 💕 i sincerely wish and hope for all the best for you, my darling sunshine 💛
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“Dream, you will fully bloom after all the hardships.”— Agust D ♡
“The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all.” — The Emperor, Mulan ♡
hey hey. *whispers close to your ear* w ha t is up my d u d e
omg hello, rys!!! My other half!!!!! #rat is still alive. Everything is up, nothing is down (except maybe my grades but we won’t talk about that) I missed you (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧ 💕💕💕
I really enjoyed Let's Unfall In Love. It's so sad but the backward story telling is incredible and acts a lot more heartache to the entire situation. The end quote really tied in the entire fic together as well. It's amazing 10/10
OMG HELLO KINA ILY ★~(◠‿◕✿)
thank you sosososoo much, my favorite bumble bee!!!! I think there’s something bittersweet about falling in reverse (throwback to those pop punk days huh) love because at the end of a relationship, you tend to look at all the bad moments and forget about the good memories and why you fell in love in first place. And I really really like the end quote :’) thank you again, miss kina!!! 💘💘
pairing: jeon jungkook x reader
genre: angst, fluff
type: college au
word count: 3,291 words
warnings: none
playlist: 13 (lany) ⋆ 7up (boy in space) ⋆ pancakes (lany) ⋆ i.l.y. (the rose) ⋆ a poem titled you (taeyeon) ⋆ so, soo pretty (lany)
author’s note: based on my college shenanigans and a few relationships i’ve witnessed my friends have
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It doesn’t end with a bang.
It ends with a quiet click of the lock and him sliding the key under the front door, instead of letting it hang from the bunny keychain you bought him three years ago. The apartment meant for two now only houses one, and the furniture that two chose together is now only owned by one. His last whispered goodbye echoes softly in the corners of the room before the silence settles around you in a stifling manner.
He had picked up the final box of his remaining items that you painstakingly packed away. The bigger items had been moved in the past two weeks, but you carefully gathered the last of his belongings and trinkets hidden within your once shared home earlier today. Three years of memories have all been reduced to one cardboard box filled with knick knacks. Will he throw away the ticket stub from your first movie date together? Will the small teddy bear be donated? You hope he won’t.
Sitting on the bed that now seemed too big, you reach over to your nightstand, tugging open the bottom drawer. You pull out the oversized, worn out black sweater with a small hole near the right sleeve. With a quiet smile, you register the faint smell of his cologne, balling up the soft fabric and pressing your nose to its collar. You hope he doesn’t mind that you kept one thing of his.
The break up is no surprise.
It’s been making its home in the back of your mind and his until it became so cluttered and prominent that the two of you were forced to address it. Perhaps it was your fault, maybe it was his, or it very well may be the culmination of both your faults. But the last grains of sand have slowly trickled down the hourglass, and your love for one another has reached its end. This isn’t where you and Jungkook envisioned your relationship would end, but what couple would ever predict their downfall? You hope he never did.
You neatly fold his sweater and tuck it away in a shoebox, pushing it into the farthest crevice of your closet: your final reminder of him resting on the empty side that was once his.
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You are exhausted, rubbing your temples, and your throat is hoarse from yelling. Jungkook stands on the opposite side of the room, arms crossed over his chest, unable to look at you anymore. Since when were you no longer on the same team, but fighting against each other in the same war?
The small argument had only escalated into something bigger until all the feelings that the two of you have been pushing down bubbles up into an ugly eruption.
“Where were you? I thought you’d be back by seven.”
“I got dinner with the boys.” he shrugged, dumping his bag on the ground next to the door.
“I told you to hang up your bag because someone can trip over it. And I made dinner.”
He swipes his backpack off the floor and tosses it onto the couch, much to your irritation. “I forget my things if I don’t leave it near the door. If you watch where you’re walking, you wouldn’t be faceplanting over a bag leaning against the wall.”
You take a deep breath, ignoring his sniping response. “I made dinner for us.”
“I’m not hungry. I can wrap it up and eat it tomorrow.”
“You’re never here anymore.”
(I miss you.)
“It’s not my fault you haven’t been here for dinner for the past month, so I just assumed you’d be out tonight, too.”
(You never spend time with me anymore.)
“I have work and classes, and we never made any plans! If you told me we had dinner plans, I would have gotten someone else to take my shift.”
(Life keeps getting in the way of us. Why is it getting so hard for us?)
“It’s one time. I’ve been fine with you missing dinner all this time, so why can’t you be understanding of this one time?”
(Why are we arguing like this?)
“I always texted you that I won’t be home! You couldn’t even send me one text?”
(What happened to trusting each other?)
“I’m sorry, okay? It’s not that big of a deal. God, you’re suffocating me! You’re always acting like my mother.”
(You’re not the person I fell in love with anymore.)
“Maybe if you stopped being so immature, I wouldn’t have to!”
(You’re not the person I fell in love with anymore.)
“I can’t do this anymore.”
(Maybe we should break up.)
Where did the two of you go wrong?
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The moonlight filters through the gauzy curtains, casting soft shadows onto the empty side of the bed. It’s nearly midnight, and his place remains empty and cold. You lie in bed, scrolling aimlessly through your phone, as your laptop is abandoned next to you, the Netflix page to Brooklyn 99 already pulled up and open to the next episode for your shared nights together.
Looking at the bright Instagram photos of your friends on what seemed like an extremely fun club outing you had declined earlier in the day, you wish you had accepted their invitation. You close the app before reaching over and picking up your laptop, opening up the document for your upcoming research paper. You might as well work on it until he comes home for your tv marathon Friday night tradition.
[12:54 a.m.] golden bf: hey i took an extra shift and forgot to tell you. sorry
With a sigh, you save your document and close your laptop. Moving off the bed, you place your laptop onto your nightstand before picking up the untouched bowl of popcorn. You make your way to the kitchen, leaving the snack on the counter, before going back to bed alone.
When you wake up, his side of the bed is slightly messy, any traces of warmth barely lingering behind. You groggily pull yourself out of bed, pulling the blanket around your shoulders, as you stumble out into the joint living room and kitchen area. Jungkook stands behind the counter, downing a cup of coffee.
“Hey,” he tiredly greets you before placing his mug in the sink and moving towards the door. “I’m going to class early to ask some questions before the midterm.”
“Oh, okay.” You make your way to the kitchen before pausing. “Good luck on your midterm.”
“Thanks.” He quickly slides on his shoes and then twists the doorknob and walks out. Halfway through the door, he hesitates before saying halfheartedly, “Love you.”
And then he disappears. You stare at the coffee machine whirring before you, the drip drip of the liquid following soon after. “Love you, too.”
Since when did I love you’s become shortened to love you’s? And when did they start to feel like habitual obligations, instead of heart racing confessions?
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You are pacing back and forth in the kitchen, palms feeling clammy, as you await for the phone call with bated breath. Jungkook is by the stove, glancing at you worriedly, as he pours the last of the pancake batter onto the pan. He makes a mental note to go to the grocery store after his last class tomorrow. Besides the five pack of ramen in the cupboard, all he could find was pancake mix. So pancakes it is for dinner.
“What if they don’t call?” you mumble, clenching your hands into fists and anxiously staring at your cellphone laying innocently on top of the counter.
“They will. You’ll get the internship,” Jungkook quietly assures you. Sliding the last one onto the tower of pancakes, he turns off the stove and places the pan in the sink. He reaches out to grasp your hands, gently unfurling them and intertwines his fingers with yours. “You’re smart and amazing and kind, and they’d be lucky to have you.”
“But, what if—”
The phone rings, interrupting you, and you freeze. Jungkook squeezes your hands reassuringly. One squeeze. Four squeezes. Three squeezes. You take a deep breath, he lets go of your right hand, and you pick up your phone.
“Hello? ... Yes, that’s me. ... Yes, yes, I understand. .... Yes, thank you so much. ... Thank you, bye.”
You place the phone back onto the counter, and Jungkook looks at you expectantly. Heart rapidly pounding in your chest, you manage to finally get the words out, “I got the internship.”
A full blown grin blooms across his face as he wraps his arms around you, tugging you in and spinning you around. Laughing, you bury your face in the space between his neck and shoulder, throwing your arms around him as well. When you pull away, he presses kisses all over your face as you giggle, swatting at him to stop.
“I knew it.” He smirks at you triumphantly, still hugging you tightly to his chest. “I knew you’d get it. I even bought this on my way home to celebrate.”
Walking over to the fridge, he proudly pulls out a bottle of champagne, setting it on the counter. “Pancakes and champagne. I can’t think of a better way to celebrate. Can you?”
Shaking your head, you grin as he places the corkscrew and two mismatching mugs on the countertop. With a resounding pop, he pours out a drink for the two of you. Keeping the frog patterned mug for himself, Jungkook hands the holiday themed cup to you. He presses a kiss to your cheek and positively beams when you return the gesture.
“I love you, babe. I’m so proud of you.”
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“What about Spike?”
You frown at him. “That sounds like a generic dog name a small child would give to a Rottweiler.”
“Hey, I’ll have you know Spike is a very good boy. Our plant should be honored that it’s named after a canine icon in the Jeon household.” Jungkook stands next to the three plants you had placed in the windowsill of your shared new apartment. “Besides, you already named our first two plant children.”
“I only named one!” you protest, pointing to the tiny budding succulent on the far right. “The other one was a housewarming gift from Namjoon, and he said he already named it Blossom. So I thought we could do a Power Puff Girls theme and named this one Bubbles. And that one can be Buttercup.”
“But I want a Spike the Second.” Jungkook sulks before reaching out and longingly touching one of the prickles on the cactus. “He looks like a Spike.”
Blossom, Bubbles... and Spike.
Your boyfriend stares at you, widening his doe eyes and pouting, and you sigh, relenting. “Okay, we’ll name it Spike.”
He brightens up immediately, leaning down to be face level with the cactus. “You’re the best plant ever, Spike. I’ll be a better plant dad than Namjoon.”
Three weeks later, you notice the dead plant on the windowsill. You don’t know how Jungkook managed to kill a cactus, but you do know that he will be absolutely devastated if he finds out. You quickly run out to buy a new one and replace it before he gets home. Jungkook is none the wiser, ever the doting plant parent.
Luckily, Spike the Third continues to live on.
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You sit on the wooden bench, tugging off your shoes before pulling on the ice skates. You lace them up easily, tying the ends into double-knotted bows. Jungkook takes a seat next to you, slowly removing his timberlands before somewhat reluctantly sliding his feet into the ice skates he rented at the counter earlier.
“Jungkook.”
“Hmm?” He looks up towards you, and you tilt your head slightly. “Is this your first time ice skating?”
“... How did you know?”
You smile softly. “You look a little nervous. Here.”
You kneel down next to him, reaching over to tighten his laces. “These need to be a little tighter. Can’t have you flopping all over the ice.”
He huffs a little, crimson blossoming on his cheeks. He is bundled up in a semi-puffy jacket with a maroon beanie pulled over his head, and you’re reminded of how similar he looks to one of those cute little puffed up robins.
“Around the tree and down the rabbit hole... There!” You finish tying his skates, oblivious to the soft gaze he has on you the entire time, and shove both your pair of shoes and his into the locket below the bench. “You’re ready to skate.”
“W-wait! How do I get over there?” Jungkook desperately clutches onto your arm, legs shaking. You grab his hand, lacing your fingers with his tightly. “Just take one step at a time slowly.”
Leaning heavily on you, he stumbles his way towards the rink, finally reaching the edge of it. He clings onto the wall and your hand before taking one baby step onto the ice. You skate next to him with interlocking hands as he makes a careful circle around the rink next to the wall, precariously wobbling like Bambi on ice.
“This is so embarrassing,” he mumbles, turning pink when some children zip past him.
“You’re doing good! Everyone has to start somewhere.” You gently tug him away from the wall, and he teeters slightly before tightly grabbing onto your arm. The two of you start to move, skating slowly but surely. “See? You’re skating!”
“I’m skating!” A gleeful expression spreads across his face as he pushes one foot in front of the other more enthusiastically. He lets go of your arm, gliding forward. The amount of pure, unadulterated joy emitting from him makes you grin as you skate behind him. “I’m doing it! I’m actually—”
Thump.
Bewildered, he stares up at you from the floor in shock, doe eyes widened and bottom planted firmly on the ice. You can’t help it as laughter bubbles up from your throat, and you quickly skate over to him. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry for laughing, are you okay?”
His shoulders relax as he starts to chuckle, eyes twinkling. “I’m good. I think I just fell for you though.”
Your shoulders shake as you laugh even more, reaching down to pull him up. “Let me help yo—”
Thump.
You find yourself sitting on the cold surface next to him, slightly dazed. Jungkook laughs freely, eyes forming perfect moon crescents, and while the coldness may be seeping through the fabric of your jeans, you have never felt warmer than ever, grinning back at the boy next to you. The two of you carefully help each other up. You slip your hand into his, squeezing it tightly, and he smiles at you, eyes sparkling. You bravely lean up and place a soft kiss to his cheek, making him beam.
"I guess I fell for you, too.”
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“Shoot, I’m so sorry!”
The bright red substance more affectionately known as jungle juice has now decorated the front of your shirt, the fabric clinging to your figure more than ever. You look up to see a doe eyed boy nervously standing in front of you, the telltale red solo cup in his hand.
“I didn’t mean to, someone pushed into me from behind, and it just spilled over,” he rambles, placing his cup on the table and scrambling around to find some napkins or towels or just something to help the cute person that he just made a complete fool of himself in front of. “God, do they even have napkins at parties like these?”
“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” you place your hand on his arm, stopping him in his tracks like a deer in the headlights. “Maybe help me find a bathroom to wash this out?”
“Yeah, yeah, okay, there’s one upstairs.” You follow behind him as he pushes his way through everyone until you reach the stairs. “God, I’m really sorry, I don’t even go to parties. Yugyeom said there was gonna be free pizza, so I came, and then all they had were drinks and he insisted I have one, and I just— Sorry, anyway, here’s the bathroom.”
“First off,” you say, dabbing at your shirt with some wet towels, as he anxiously sits on top of the closed toilet. “You should never trust Yugyeom about those things. He told me the same thing before and when I showed up, all he had was an expired frozen Digiorno’s pizza left thawing on the counter.”
He snorts at that, reaching over to wet some more paper towels for you before handing them over. “I was desperate, sue me. I’m down to my last packet of ramen. I would do anything for a slice of pizza at this point.”
You thank him, using the new towels to wipe at your shirt futilely. Sighing, you toss them into the trashcan, accepting the fact that your shirt is past the point of no return. Wine stains are the worst.
“Well, pizza boy, looks like you poured your drink on the right person. I know a great place that opens late and sells whole pizzas for five dollars. You in?”
“Wait, really?”
“Well, I can’t finish a whole pizza myself, and it’s gonna be hard trying to find my friends now.” You wave your hand around vaguely. “So you up for pizza?”
“Heck yes, but wait.” He hurriedly tugs off his jean jacket and pulls off his black sweater, leaving him in a white v-neck t-shirt. He shyly holds out the sweater to you. “Here, put this on. It’s gonna be cold out.”
You grin, accepting his sweater and slipping it on with ease, reveling in its warmth. He puts on his jean jacket again and secretly hides a smile when he notices how the sweater envelopes you, the sleeves covering your hands and giving you sweater paws.
“Thanks...?”
“Jungkook,” he supplies, smiling widely at you. “I’m Jungkook.”
“Nice to meet you, Jungkook. I’m _______.”
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"I’m here, I’m here!”
Standing next to the business building, you look up from your phone to see Eunha running towards you, hair flying. She quickly smoothes down any stray strands when she skids to a stop in front of you. “Sorry, I’m a little late.”
“No worries, how was your class?” You slip your phone into your backpocket, walking side by side with your friend towards the dining hall.
“Ten minutes in, he already assigns us a group project. Like c’mon, we just got out of summer break and he hits us with this thing that’s worth 30% of our grade!” she complains, waving her hands around in frustration. “You know what’s even worse? He assigned us random group partners. Do you know Myoui Mina, Kim Mingyu, or Jeon Jungkook?”
You purse your lips, thinking back to your previous classes. “Mina is really nice. She let me borrow her notes when I was sick. Mingyu was in my business law class, I think maybe? It was an eight a.m. lecture, so I didn’t pay attention to whatever was going on. I don’t know any Jungkook though.”
“Well, at least I know one member of my group is reliable.”
“Did you swap numbers and set up a group meeting at least?”
“Yeah,” she grumbles, “We’re all meeting Thursday night in the library.”
You shoot her a reassuring smile. “See? I’m sure it’ll all be fine. Now let’s hurry before they run out of the good whipped cream for waffles.”
“Oh my god, you’re right, we gotta run.”
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“If I read our story backwards, it's about how I un-broke your heart, and then we were happy until one day, you forgot about me forever.”
— The Tiny Book of Tiny Stories: Volume 1.
I’m too shy to say this off anon but Cloud Ten was soooo amazingly beautiful it squeezed my heart in both sad and happy ways. You have such a talent with words 🥺♥️
oh goodness gracious, my heaRT— thank you so much, my darling honey bee!!! 💞 thank you for reading cloud ten and for enjoying it! I always like having a sort of bittersweet ending, so I’m glad you were able to feel both spectrums of the story. and omg thank you for being so kind and giving me such sweet compliments, sweetpea 💕💕 I hope you have a lovely day!! 💚✨
dnxjdksk oh my gosh you’re fast, honey bee, I just changed that last night LOL it’s just a lil fic, but I’m trying to get back into writing, and hopefully, it’ll be up tonight!!! 💘💘
