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crystaljins · 2 years

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Stars above | 01

Characters: Taehyung x Reader

Word count: 3.3K

Synopsis: Your nagging roommate is desperate for a third person to help meet the rent and your university just so happens to be running a fully-funded government grant for anyone who signs up to participate in the Intergalactic Exchange program.

Having an alien for a roommate is just asking for all kinds of trouble, though.

Alien!Taehyung x reader

Rating: Teens

Notes: So here it is! The beginning of the end! The long awaited alien!tae drabble series.

For many of you, you may have heard that this is my last bts fic. It’s a bit of a cop out to do a drabble series as my last ever fic but it’s got 11 parts and I think it’s got enough content and a character arc to be satisfying, and I feel it’s fitting that I started this little blog with a taehyung x reader fic and I’m finishing it with one.

Thank you guys so much for the last few years and I look forward to going on one last journey with all of you. Without any further ado, I present to you the fic!

Masterlist

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

You’re suspicious from the moment your roommate shows you the flyer over breakfast one morning. It’s brightly coloured, with information neatly categorised across the glossy surface and your university’s insignia proudly nestled against the corner.

“Planet BTS-0713 exchange program?” You read out loud, through a mouthful of cereal. She nods enthusiastically, still brandishing the paper like it has the recipe to world peace printed across it. She seems absolutely smitten by the idea but you remain skeptical; after all, while Nayeon has a list of endearing characteristics, altruism unfortunately does not make the top 100.

“Doesn’t it sound exciting? And they don’t just cover our rent, we get extra since it’s part of that intergalactic-peace treaty-agreement thing they’re trying to establish.” She explains. Ah, there it is. The ulterior motive behind her sudden desire for an alien roommate. “It would really help after Yura skipped town last month. I know you’re struggling too.”

You pause, swallowing your cereal contemplatively. As skeptical as you are, there’s a strong element of truth to Nayeon’s words. Yura had always been a little bit of a dodgy roommate- she’d always get a bit weird about paying rent and seemed to think she shouldn’t have to pay the same amount because her room was the furthest from the bathroom, not to mention you’re sure she’d been secretly stealing your nutella despite her insistence that there would be strictly no splitting of groceries. But she’d hit her peak when you and Nayeon had returned home from a night out to find her packed and moved out, the day before rent was due. Of course, none of your calls or desperate texts came through. She’d literally vanished off the face of the planet and the two of you had had to scrounge together your savings to pay her share, and were now struggling to maintain a three-person apartment on the income of just two people. Financially, the government exchange program would help massively, especially since you haven’t been able to find a third roommate in nearly two months now.

“I’d be keen if it were just a matter of giving them a place to stay.” You finally admit. “But the reason the government offers so much compensation is because you’re basically their legal guardian while they’re on this planet.” You inform her. “The extra money is allowance for showing them around and you’re supposed to help them adjust to all their classes and the transport systems and culture here. You can barely keep a goldfish alive- I had to bury Sergeant Sprinkles the first through to the fourth in Jin’s flower box on the roof. He’s getting suspicious. How will you manage an entire alien life form?”

Nayeon wrinkles her nose at the thought, but then she steels herself.

“It’ll be fine!” She insists. “They’re different to goldfish. And Sergeant Sprinkles the fifth has been alive for nearly two weeks now! Besides, I’d really love having a little exchange student to show the best places to get burgers and where the cheapest tequila in town is! Plus,” she glances from side to side as if there’s anyone to overhear you in your apartment at 8 o’clock in the morning. “I hear that they’re just really attractive versions of humans. I’ve been so lonely since Hoseok and I broke up. ” She confesses. And there it is- the final confirmation that altruism is the furthest motive from Nayeon’s mind. With a sigh, you gather your bowl and shuffle over to the sink. In truth, Nayeon has a way of getting her way. And it’s not like a third roommate will magically appear. Your bank account is zooming dangerously close to that dreaded elliptical number.

“Ok. If you’re really that determined.” You relent. You pause midway through your scrubbing of the bowl to point accusingly at her. “But you’re taking full responsibility for our alien roommate! If I hear a single complaint then you’re on garbage duty for a month.”

Nayeon nods eagerly and obediently before throwing her arms around your neck in excitement.

“Oh, thank you (Y/N)!” She cries. “This is going to be so fun!” She promises.

Despite Nayeon’s promise, having an alien roommate is, unsurprisngly, not fun. Kim Taehyung is a nice enough guy- curious, with a sweet disposition and wide smile. And he certainly lives up to to rumours of the good looks of his fellow aliens.

It’s just that he’s well... he really is an alien. You’ve never met someone quite so eccentric.

Admittedly, he hadn’t arrived in your apartment with too much fanfare- you were working on an essay in your room and Nayeon had lead him into the apartment, narrating the layout of your apartment loudly enough that it filters into your room and you know he’s arrived.

Other than a wide smile over dinner and a cheerful introduction, you had tried not to interact with him too much- you hadn’t wanted to adopt yet another of Nayeon’s responsibilities that she didn’t follow through. And judging by her constant swooning, you had nothing to worry about.

But the next day is really when his alien nature had struck. You had come out of your bedroom to find him in hysterics over breakfast and Nayeon waving a spatula around in confusion. After much probing and hysteric crying from Taehyung, you had eventually discerned the source of his distress; Nayeon had made him scrambled eggs for breakfast.

That in itself wasn’t the issue- scrambled eggs are one of the few dishes that Nayeon is actually good at. She’s mastered the art of a hangover breakfast and scrambled eggs is her specialty. No, the issues lay with Taehyung’s discovery of what eggs are.

“You EAT their FOETUSES!” He had cried, eyes swollen and nose snotty. An interesting thing to note is that people from his planet have differently coloured tears to you guys- shimmering blue lines had traced down his cheeks and the effect would be rather hauntingly beautiful if it weren’t for the fact that even on Planet BTS-0713, their nose runs when they cry.

“Stop crying!” Nayeon had cried back. “It’s not a FOETUS the eggs are UNFERTILISED.”

It had taken an emergency trip to the grocery store to buy vegan-friendly groceries for Taehyung (and obviously you had to do it since Nayeon wouldn’t know a vegetable if it slapped her in the face) and a bottle of strawberry milk (although you chose to withold the information of where milk comes from) to calm down his hysterics.

And then there’d been the time you’d had to sit with him in the emergency room because he’d watched a documentary on his planet about the pets that humans keep and had tried to pet a squirrel. Apparently the documentary had confused squirrels with dogs and he had gotten bitten. Luckily, he’d had his rabies shot before he came to earth but you’d still had to hold his hand while the doctor cleaned his wound and your favourite shirt was stained blue because he’d cried onto it.

Probably the last straw, for Nayeon at least, is when the two of you find him throwing up into the sink. She’d left her Urban Decay Naked Ultraviolet Eyeshadow Pallette open on the coffee table because she likes to do her makeup in the living room even though you keep telling her the landlord will get mad if she stains the carpet, and Taehyung had mistaken them for a snack they sell on his home planet.

“Can we send him back?” She had begged you, a far cry from his first night where she’d insisted on sitting next to him the whole night and personally served him dinner. He’d only managed to crunch through one of the slabs of makeup before it had occurred to him that he’d made a mistake but the impression left by his teeth tells the story well enough.

“He’s not a toy. You can’t just return him because you didn’t think things through.” You scold, hands on your hips. “Have you even taken him out once since he’s been here? What happened to taking full responsibility?”

She pouts, folding her arms and releasing an annoyed huff.

“(Y/N),” she tells you with the most serious expression you’ve ever seen upon her face. “He ate my makeup pallette. Do you see this? This is a bite mark.” She says, brandishing the pallette for good measure. “You can’t seriously expect me to spend time with him.”

You groan. You should have known it would come to this when you agreed to let him stay. After all, you had just finished cleaning Sergeant Sparkles the fifth’s tank not an hour before because it had gone bright green and Nayeon had insisted that he was dead and that there was no point in cleaning the tank because she’d just be traumatised by his dead body. The clean had revealed him not only to be alive, but also possibly slightly mutated due to the near radioactive levels of faeces floating in his tank. She hadn’t managed to keep the goldfish alive for more than two weeks; you’d had to take over for her, like you usually do.

“One night.” You say. “Give him one chance, and do your job once. If you don’t end up enjoying it, then you can talk to the manager of the program.”

She cheers in relief.

“Thank you! Also can you help me fill out this compensation form? I want them to cover the cost of this pallette.”

You should clarify: Nayeon is a great friend and roommate. She never leaves dirty dishes in the sink and she usually remembers to ask your permission before having friends over. She’s always happy to offer outfit advice, and every now and then she’ll even give you lifts into uni because you hate finding parking. And even with all her personality quirks, she’s a peaceful roommate and you’d even go so far as to call her one of your closest friends.

What she is not, however, is reliable. In any way, shape, or form. You can never ask her favours because she’ll forget and on the rare occasions you do need something from her, you have to send her a reminder text the day before and on the day of, stick sticky notes with reminders on her bedroom door, the fridge, her car keys, the front door and on her shoes and even then she’ll still sometimes forget.

So really, it’s on you for being surprised when she stumbles into the apartment the next night, drunk and without Taehyung in tow.

“You went clubbing?” You cry, catching her before she careens face-first onto the coffee table. She squints at you and hiccups a little. “For his first night out on earth?”

“You told me to do something fun.” She slurs at you accusingly. You grimace, because you had said that when the two of them had left earlier in the night. You should have realised that that’s the coat Nayeon wears when she wants to hide the fact that she’s dressed to go to a party and not her friend’s place for a study night during exams.

“Fine. Ok. But where’s Taehyung?” You demand. You look around for a sign that he was coming up a little later than Nayeon, but your scan confirms it; the hallway outside your apartment is decidedly lacking the presence of your intergalactic guest.

Nayeon frowns, and her face wrinkles up in the way that it does when she’s thinking very hard.

“We got separated during the night.” She recounts slowly. “And then I couldn’t find him so I assumed he made his own way home.”

You nearly drop her in horror. You grab her by the shoulders.

“Nayeon!” You cry urgently. “He’s an alien! He can’t find his own way home. He asked me what a train is yesterday! And I’m still trying to convince him cars aren’t sentient after you made him watch that weird disney movie the other day!”

She gasps in drunken offence.

“Cars is a classic.” She insists. You’re too busy to answer, your heart sinking as you think about quirky, crybaby Taehyung, lost in the middle of the city and completely naive to the ways of Earth people. Not to mention that a lot of people on Earth are still hostile to people from his planet. You’d been so insistent that this not be another instance of you taking over for Nayeon and becoming a glorified babysitter yet again that you’d let Taehyung bear the brunt of your negligence. No matter how unreliable Nayeon is, in the end, you’d been the one to agree. You’d relented because you didn’t want to deal with her incessant nagging, and you’d ignored every sign that Taehyung needed more help and support than what Nayeon was willing to give him.

And now he’s lost in a random Earth city with no money and no phone, abandoned by the closest thing to family he has on this entire planet.

You feel like your heart has been pummelled with a sledgehammer and it is in that exact moment that you decide that it’s time to take responsibility for your actions.

And to take responsibility for Taehyung.

You just manage to pry the name of where Nayeon had left Taehyung, and then you grab your keys and sprint out the door, still in your loungewear and house slippers.

Taehyung regrets signing up for this exchange program. It was supposed to be his chance, to “prove himself”. All his friends and family had all insisted that he was too much of an airhead to ever make anything of himself and that he wouldn’t last two seconds on a cutthroat place like Earth. He’d just been foolishly stubborn- there had been something magical and enticing about the cultures and the landscapes shown in the documentaries that aired on his home planet. He’d thought he could handle it; how wrong he has been.

For one thing, his roommates, his supposed legal guardians on earth, hate him. Nayeon hadn’t stopped complaining about the makeup incident for twelve hours now, and you had been quiet and recluse in the same way you always seem to be. Not to mention he’d overheard your conversation the day before- he had one chance to prove to Nayeon that he could live up to the fun alien roommate ideal she had in her head or he’d be homeless and stranded until the end of his exchange.

Not that he’s even sure he wants to continue this exchange. Between the barbaric food (they eat unborn chicken babies!) and the unfriendly culture, Earth seems like the most horrible, primitive, cruel society to exist across all thirty galaxies and planet systems with intelligent life forms. He should have gone on exchange to MonX instead.

At least then he wouldn’t be stuck here, in the rain, cold and wet and alone. He’s not sure where Nayeon went- she’d been quick to ditch him the second they made it inside the doors of the “fun place” she’d promised to take him to. Said “fun place” turned out to just be some horrible, noisy, crowded, dark room where humans seemed to lose their minds and drink a substance that sounded suspiciously like a potent neurotoxin when Nayeon had described it to him. He’d been kicked out soon after, and with no way of contacting Nayeon, he’d decided to wait out on the side of the road. Only, then a lady had come up to him and slapped him, unprompted, accusing him of being a “filthy space demon” and he’d been quick to try and find a new corner to loiter in and wait for Nayeon to take him home.

It’s been a few hours now and there’s no sign of her. It’s also been raining steadily for at least an hour now and he’s soaked through and chilled to the bone. He feels stupid and childish when the hot tears start to trickle down his face but he’s scared and alone.

He’s about to dial the “sos” alert they had given him for strict emergencies when he’d first arrived on this planet when he hears it.

It’s difficult to discern through the steady stream of rain but it definitely sounds like his name. He squints forward, and he makes out a figure racing through through the rain towards him.

As the figure draws nearer, he’s able to identify it- it’s you. You’re sprinting desperately through the rain, still dressed in what he’s come to recognise as your house clothes, with your house slippers still on, soaked and muddied.

He watches, bewildered, as you skid to a stop before him. Your hair and clothes are soaked through and you’re completely out of breath.

“Are you ok?” You gasp, between pants. You double over, trying to gather yourself, and he just stares. When he doesn’t respond, you try again. “Are you hurt? Gosh, she didn’t even leave you an umbrella! I told Nayeon to check the weather before you left. And the bouncer at the club told me a drunk woman slapped you?” You crouch before him, examining the tender skin of his cheek which has probably gone a soft purple thanks to the swelling from the angry woman’s earlier slap. “Taehyung!” You call urgently again. With your fingers pressed into his cheeks, he experiences the rush of emotions coursing through you- panic, worry, guilt. It’s for him, he realises with a start. It’s a shock to realise that the standoffish, quiet girl who had a knack for acting like he didn’t exist and scolding her roommate was capable of this level of distress on another person’s behalf. And with the prolonged contact of your fingers to his cheek, the sensation only grows to the point that he’s baffled that anyone, let alone you, could feel like this towards a random alien they hardly knew.

It’s enough to shake him out of his stupor. It’s a bit embarrassing to say, but you’ve genuinely left him at a loss for words. He doesn’t know if it’s the way you’ve clearly raced straight from your apartment to get him, or if it’s the sheer relief at not being stuck on the side of the road on a random planet light years away from his actual home. But whatever it is, something peaceful settles within him. All the lonely days, the crippling embarrassment from silly errors, the homesickness, melts away at the sight of you, soaked in the rain and genuinely concerned for his wellbeing.

He drops his head onto your shoulder, which is still warm despite the icy chill of the rain, and he’s crying before he knows it.

He doesn’t really mean to spill his guts out to you, but one of the most valued things on his home planet is companionship, and he’d been sorely lacking in that since coming here. But he feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders by the time he finishes. At some point during his rant, you’d wrapped your arms carefully around him and as the bare skin of your neck tickles his cheek he feels a rush of something through his body, though he’s not sure whether it’s from you or from him. It’s an unfamiliar emotion- one that feels warm and sweet, almost fond, but tinged with hesitation and concern.

“I’m... sorry.” You finally say. “I didn’t realise it had been that bad. I’ll... I’ll try harder.” You promise.

And when he pulls away and gazes into your eyes, he belatedly realises that you have warm eyes. Despite your aloof and sometimes grumpy nature, the way you regard him is gentle, and sweet, directly contrasting your supposed personality. But, glimpsing that, he knows from that moment that things are gonna be better.

You lead him back to your car with the promise of dry clothes and a warm dinner at home, and Taehyung finally feels like maybe this exchange won’t turn out to be that awful.

#taehyung x reader #v x reader #tae x reader #bts x reader #bts fic #anis farewell

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dragondawdles · 6 months

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this has taken me SO long. Hi. has youtube link aswell

#amphibia #anne boonchuy #sasha waybright #marcy wu #king andrias #general yunan #grime amphibia #anne #sasha #marcy #animation #dragon doodles #map part #if you look at tags from me from like over a year ago where I'm like 'guys I've got some cool stuff coming up!!' yeah this was that #this is some of the hardest I've worked at any one thing in forever. I am so glad it is DONE it is FINISHED I am free #look at my first time animating a swordfight 💥💥#I'm going to go lay on floor now farewell

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shikisei · 3 months

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like strangers all over again

#ace attorney #thinking. about how in the original cases of aa1 (meaning everything except ep5)#edgeworth doesnt have any smiling sprites outside of his courtroom ones #which makes for some funny moments but also says a lot about his character at the time i think #but then when he shows up in aa2 farewell one of the first things he does is. smile #it just rlly stuck out to me #and how much he mustve really changed in his time away #and now phoenix has to catch up to him again #posting this at fuck o clock in the morning i dont care

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rad-roche · 7 months

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heard rumblings of an oblivion remake. i'm not sure if that's actually substantiated, but if it is it'll be interesting to see what they do with it. part of oblivion's charm, i think, it just how busted and of its time it is. it's got that 360 near-launch look to it, that 7th gen bloomy, saturated haze, like somebody at bethesda is spit-polishing your camera in real time to keep your focus off the fact that the engine is spewing black smoke. the score is lush and soft and sweeping. oblivion has, for lack of a better term, a kind of mucilaginous quality to it, i think, but i assume part of that is the positive memories i ascribe to it through nostalgia. oblivion is bright, and dense, but there's enough in it for you to stick your hands in and gouge out something interesting yourself. if you make it cleaner, better, if you wipe the vaseline off the lens, i wonder what's left? i can't argue that they shouldn't improve things like stability, or the ai, or increase the amount of voice actors from 2 to 3, but i hope the likelihood of a quest npc saying ᶠᵃʳᵉʷᵉˡˡᵎ and then pinging straight through the wall, never to be seen again and ruining a quest you'll do 80 hours from now, is at least there. i'm looking forward to it, in any case

#tes oblivion #very fond of that era visually. yes even the brown sludge era. and the ubisoft blue tint era #i've still to play starfield and i will and from what i've heard it's actually pretty polished?#oblivion with polish.... could you imagine #heard dishonored 3 also................ mixed feelings...............#text post #anybody who's played oblivion for any length of time knows THE specific farewell i mean

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nyaskitten · 3 months

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So given Wu and Garmadon didn't KNOW where the tomb was, does this imply the FSM died alone, in a large, dark, dreary cave? Did he tell his sons one day "Alright kiddos, Im gonna go die now byeee love you have fun cleaning up all the messes I made!" and then he just noped the fuck out?

Or did he have someone haul his corpse to the tomb? Because iirc it was said the FSM made the defense systems himself so... how long was he anticipating his fucking death... Did he premeditate his death? It was all that damn meditation around the Golden Weapons! It was radiation poisoning the whole time!

#I like to imagine he didn't DIE as much as ASCEND #like technically he died #but it's like he wasn't on any life time limit #his time wasn't really up #it's just he saw the world evolved to a point where he was unneeded #so he said his farewells to his sons and went to the tomb to ascend to the departed realm bc hes like #so spiritually tuned he can just do that shit #ninjago #raine's rambles #raine's shitposting #fsm ninjago #ninjago fsm #first spinjitzu master

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venomgaia · 4 months

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HELLO SHOPPERS!

Today is day 11 of the Fragile Dreams 15th Anniversary project with @lunarhillfunland, and I'm presenting you all with today's theme: Ghosts/Spirits!

A strange man with his many, stranger guests...

Lets keep this train going! If you havent yet, please check out everyone's work over at @lunarhillfunland! theres plenty of excellent writings and drawings to be had~

#fragile dreams farewell ruins of the moon #shin #fragile dreams #ghosts #spirits #driftoodles #this was so so so SO fun to do my lord #the second i thought of ghosts i got rlly excited to do a solo shin piece with all his variant forms. it was made to be #I also have a speedpaint that i may post if i an given permission by the team!#Excited to get my next pieces out too~#alsooo if youre wondering i never found any colored resources for shin's cat reincarnation sonibjust sssumed he looked like straycatj and #is a creampoint

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dinurdi · 6 months

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Story variation

Just imagined Loki and Mobius been separated for a while and after a reunion Loki scaredly asked him: "do you remember me?". Mobius said quietly "yeah...I do remember you...", — Loki happily moved towards him but then Mobius continued, — "you're that asshole variant that we running after. I won't forget that". And Loki immediately got sad and angry, feeling how painful it is to be forgotten.

#loki #mobius #theory time #lokius #loki season 2 #Need to stop #Why is it feeling that their relationship won't finished well #Heartbreaking farewell with Mobius forgot Loki and Loki got pruned/stucked somewhere else on the branch without any tampad

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quetzalpapalotl · 4 months

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Love/soulmates but like as a curse, I love you pathetically desperately despite all that's good for me and can't live without you.

#computer play Encadenados cover by Chavela Vargas #love like ours is a punishment #carried on the soul until death #my luck needs of your luck #and you need me much more #that's why there will never be a farewell #nor will any peace comfort us #and the pace of pain shall find us #on our knees through life #face to face and nothing else #i was thinking of megop but really this is the ideal dynamic

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randomminty · 1 year

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Putting my iono and grusha here as well. They’re friends for streaming reasons

#Imagine getting a good atar score and it not mattering bc none of the courses you applied for need atar #Unrelated i got my atar today :) it was v good heheheheh #For non aussie ppl atars p much a mark for how you did overall in your y12 classes its important for most unis #But it can also not matter at all bc theres other ways to go to uni! And plenty of jobs that dont need uni! Idk!#I saw people saying grusha and iono are t4t. Ofc they are #Pokemon #Gym leader grusha #Gym leader iono #Oh my god i am yet to draw an actual pkmn and not just trainers god. I promise im a real pkmn fan #Oh yeah chongoblog replied to this art on twt i nearly had a heart attack #I woke up to like 12 new replies i and 40 follows i was like!!!!!! Aaaaaaa!!!!!!!#Todays been good so far. Only thing thatd make it better is if my dream uni got back to me….. they accepted my prerequisites i see you #Art tag #Only reason i posted this was to ramble abt atar. Farewell #oh my god i never replied to any of my replies on twt. im so bad at this. i cant think of things to say sjdbowwna augh

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crystaljins · 1 year

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Stars Above | 11 FINAL

Characters: Taehyung x Reader

Word count: 5.9k

Having an alien for a roommate is just asking for all kinds of trouble, though.

Alien!Taehyung x reader

Rating: Teens

Notes: So here it is! The final chapter not only to this drabbles series but to our adventures together!! It’s a little hard to believe that today has come. This blog still feels brand new but in hindsight it’s nearly five years old!!! I can’t believe our adventure is ending.

I will put up a proper goodbye post at some point but I do want to clarify that I’ll still be around and contactable, and this tumblr won’t be de-activating, so don’t go getting to sad, I just won’t be writing for BTS anymore.

ANyway, without any further adieu, let us bid a proper farewell to our favourite alien!!

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1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

The glint of gold, embossed letters pressed deeply into the thick paper of the invitation shouldn’t feel like a slap across the face. It’s not like you the arrival of the invitation is a surprise. You’ve been dreading the arrival of the invitation with the same dread you often feel at approaching exam dates or assignment deadlines. The date on the invitation is even marked with a red circle on the little calendar on your desk, the one with different pictures puppies playing in meadows for each month.

With a sigh, you slip the invitation back into its envelope and let it drop onto the counter as you step into the kitchen with the rest of your mail.

Nayeon is lying upside-down on the couch in the living room, her legs kicked over the back of it and her head hanging over the edge near the floor.

“Did you bring the mail in?” She asks, her face slightly red from the exertion of hanging upside down, yet she also makes no move to fix her position.

“Yeah.” You answer, in what you hope is a dismissive, indifferent tone. Alas, Nayeon often picks the worst of times to be observant- she hones in on weakness with the same accuracy of a hawk spotting prey. She lifts her head to glare pensively at you.

“What’s wrong?” She demands. And then she even straightens her position so that she’s sitting correctly on the couch. With a sigh, you recognise the futility of denial- she’d merely walk over to you and spot the set of three invitations lying on the kitchen counter. No, it’s far simpler to just come clean.

“The invitations for the Finishing Dinner for the intergalactic exchange students arrived.” You admit.

Something akin to sympathy flashes in Nayeon’s eyes.

Even though he extended his exchange, it was still just that; an exchange. Eventually Taehyung would have to go home to his own planet. It’s a truth all of you have been dutifully avoiding. Unfortunately, at some point an entire year had slipped through your fingers like water through a sieve. Taehyung had seamlessly blended into your everyday life, to the point it had felt like he would always be there. And yet, now the end of both his tertiary studies and his exchange looms near.

He’s not the only alien to have participated in the exchange, and since the whole exchange program was just an opportunity for universities and fancy politician to laude their generosity and the goodwill between planets, they have to mark the end of the successful first year of the exchange program with a big celebration. Taehyung had already notified you that the three of you would receive invitations.

“So he’s really going back, then?” Nayeon wonders. “He hasn’t said anything about staying here?”

You shrug, shuffling towards the sink to wash your hands and begin preparations for dinner.

“From the start he was only staying for the exchange.” You remind her. Her gaze tracks your movement as you edge towards the fridge to examine the ingredients. You always stock up on silken tofu, since that seems to be Taehyung’s favourite source of protein, and there’s some veggies that are beginning to look a little limp that you should probably cook today before they’re inedible.

“Yeah, but he likes it here so much. I’m not sure he’d even last thirty seconds back on his home planet without you to hold his hand and wash his hair for him. He might as well stay.” She sighs with an eye roll. You allow yourself a quick, resentful glare that she returns with a satisfied smile.

“I’ve never washed his hair for him.” Is the protest you offer. She shrugs.

“Only because he’s not smart enough to ask.” She points out. But then her gaze sharpens into something that is entirely too probing for you to be comfortable. “You’d do anything for him, after all. Don’t think I haven’t noticed that.”

You don’t know how to answer that; you’re afraid of the potential truth in them, so you avoid her words by letting the apartment fill with the sound of the knife hitting the chopping board. The sound is perhaps a bit louder than usual.

“You could ask him to stay, you know.” She says. The words are soft, and gentler than her usual, brusque tone. There’s a kindness in them that you didn’t know Nayeon was capable of. “The worst he can do is say no.”

It’s a simple enough solution. Just ask. He can say yes or no, and that will be the end of it.

It’s been the same, simple solution for the past few months. Just ask- tell him your feelings. He can reject or accept them.

Sometimes, you think he’d return them. He gazes at you with round, admiring eyes and hints of colour on his cheeks. He wears a dazzling smile that never fails to take your breath away, a rich, precious adornment like a diamond necklace.

But every time, the words choke in your throat. The truth is this; you’re a coward and woefully inexperienced in the ways of love. You barely know how to date a human, let alone an alien. Any time you think you can gather the courage, it’s quickly squashed by doubts; the temporary nature of his exchange, the incredible distance between his planet and yours, the way his family would strongly oppose… on and on the list stacks up, and now here you are, close to the end of his exchange with nothing to show for it but a battered ego and a crush the size of Jupiter.

“I couldn’t ask that.” You confess at last with a sigh. “It would put him in such an awkward position.”

Nayeon simply shakes her head, clicking her tongue in disapproval.

“Ok, fine.” She says. “I won’t push it. But since we’re on the topic of his farewell, Namjoon bought him a succulent to take back with him as his good-bye gift and wants us to pass it on on his behalf. Do you think you could pick it up tomorrow? I know you were going to be in the area anyway.”

With a relieved sigh, you accept her request.

And maybe, were you not so relieved at the subject change, you might have noticed the glint in Nayeon’s eye, the one that always signals she’s up to something.

The next morning, you’re a little too frazzled to think much of Namjoon’s sudden departure from town.

It’s a home emergency, his text had dutifully explained. But I left the plant next to the elevator. It’s supposed to be a surprise gift though so don’t tell him it was from me.

Distractedly, you pull into the parking lot of Namjoon’s apartment complex.

“Sorry, Tae.” You say, over the phone. “I’m just in the middle of an errand.”

“It’s fine. It’s my error for not remembering to bring my presentation.“ he assures you on the other end. You jump out of your car, racing for the elevator that proudly declares “block B”, the section of building that Namjoon’s apartment is housed in, and sure enough a little potted plant sits next to the lift, a takeaway bag nearby.

It’s actually not a plant you’ve seen before. For a moment, it almost seems fake- the stiff, elongated leaves are lined with what you initially think is just gold paint, but closer inspection reveals something far more intricate and mystifying- sparkling gold veins lace through the body of the thickened leaves.

A quick glance at your watch reveals you don’t have time to spare. You leave it in the passenger seat and quickly scramble into your car, taking off at a pace that is faster than necessary. You’d agreed to pick up the plant Namjoon had intended to pass on to Taehyung on the way to your dentist appointment that morning, only for Taehyung to ring in a panic that he’d forgotten the hard drive that stored his presentation. It would be one of the final ones he would be giving on this exchange and was kind of a big deal, and so you’d grabbed said device on your way out the door when Taehyung had called you close to tears that morning.

He’s waiting on the curbside at the drop-off-pickup zone of the university parking. You had been planning to just pass his device through the window and then head straight for your dentist appointment afterwards, but when Taehyung leans through the window, he spots the plant in your passenger’s seat.

A funny expression crosses his face that you don’t have the time or presence of mind to dissect.

“What’s that?” He demands, before you can pull away. He hovers, half hanging in your passenger seat. Urgently, your eyes flick to your car’s clock. The dentist’s appointment is a twenty minute drive away and you’re already running late. You grab the plant and shove it at him, hoping to kill two birds with one stone.

“It’s yours.” You say. Eyes wide, he accepts it, gazing down at it in disbelief.

“What? From who?” He asks and if you weren’t so preoccupied with the way that the clock in your car warns you of your looming cancellation fee, you’d have questioned the way he’s utterly flabbergasted as he gazes upon the plant.

As it is, you only just barely manage to remember Namjoon’s request.

“Just accept it.” You say as he pulls back, and you take the opportunity to pull away from the curb. “I’ll see you at home!” You cry through the open window.

Taehyung stares at your car as you pull away, hands trembling around the base of the pot, jaw gaping.

After the dentist appointment, things are weird between you and Taehyung.

You’re not sure what triggered it. You’d come home with that dentist-fresh feeling and cheerfully asked him if he’d wanted to watch a movie.

He’d acted like you’d asked if he could hand over his first-born and had scrambled out of the living room with a desperation reserved for escaping when Nayeon asked him to take the garbage. You’d barely caught his stammered excuse before the door to his bedroom slammed aggressively behind him.

Bewildered, you’d left him to his own devices and watched the movie on your own, thinking that Taehyung was just in a mood.

Only, it kept going. He avoids outings he’d normally beg to be invited along to and any attempts to initiate conversation on your end are met with similar results to that first night. You try to leave things be, at first, until a quick glance at the calendar one morning reveals that the Finishing Dinner is only a mere week away.

It hits you, abruptly, that your time left with Taehyung has dwindled into almost nothing and you don’t even know why.

Nayeon, shuffling out of the bathroom, is unfortunately the one to catch your crestfallen expression.

“Everything ok?” She wonders, shuffling closer. You catch the scent of her minty toothpaste as she yawns.

Normally Taehyung is clamouring to get into the bathroom after Nayeon’s extensive and absurd morning skin care routine, but he’s been nowhere to be found in the mornings as of late.

“Have you noticed Taehyung’s been acting weird, lately?” You wonder aloud.

Interest sharpens Nayeon’s drowsy expression and something dangerously close to a grin plays across her mouth.

“I have. You should definitely ask him about it.” She offers cheerfully, before shuffling off towards her room to finish getting ready for the morning.

Suspicion takes root in your chest. Likely, if you know Nayeon at all, she is the cause behind Taehyung’s behaviour and any questioning of him will no doubt end with complete and utter mortification on your part.

But…. The calendar seems to mock you, the small gap between the current crossed-off date and Taehyung’s nearing departure date seems to be shrinking with each passing moment.

With a sigh, you resolve to talk to Taehyung as soon as possible, lest you waste any more of the precious time you have left with him.

Of course, it’s easy to say that you plan to talk to Taehyung, but he’s the one avoiding you and he’s surprisingly successful at it. Somehow, he evades you until the night before the Finishing Dinner. After, there’s only so long he can avoid being alone with you when you’re the primary chef in your home. Nayeon has, for once, been obediently following the cooking roster, but on this particular night she messages you begging for a swap. Sighing, you don’t plan to agree until the friend you had plans with that evening messages you to cancel, citing a flu as the reason.

You’re idly staring at the shelves of your fridge, running through recipes in your head when Taehyung staggers in. He stares at you with a slack jaw and wide eyes, the very picture of bewilderment. His skin flushes an interesting shade of purple and he turns around abruptly, hiding his expression from you.

“I-I thought you’d be home late. You were supposed to be having a dinner with your friend.” He stammers. It’s certainly what you’d messaged the group chat when the three of you had been planning the chores roster earlier in the month.

“She cancelled.” You say with a shrug. You don’t mean for your words to come out as clipped and as short as they do. But the truth is, your feelings are hurt. You’re confused and upset and as if saying goodbye to Taehyung wasn’t bad enough, you’re now navigating this mysterious fight without even knowing what you’ve done wrong.

Taehyung shoulders bunch together and he drops his head a little, the picture of misery.

“Um, I’ll eat in my room.” He mumbles. He goes to walk away, towards his bedroom door, and then pauses. It takes you a moment to realise it’s because you’re gripping his arm. You glance down and surprise and release him.

“Don’t go.” You say, before you can think better of it. He turns to you, a frown upon his face and there’s something imploring in his eyes.

“I…” he begins, and you shake your head, interrupting him. If you’ve upset him, that’s ok, but you can’t apologise if you don’t know what’s wrong, and he needs to tell you. Sitting down and speaking is the only way to get through this.

“Please.” You say simply.

He looks at you for a moment, and the expression on his fece is nothing short of agonised. Finally, he takes a brief nod, and steps back into the kitchen.

He helps you prepare dinner, just like he always does when it’s your night to cook, although the night is absent of the usual chatter he fills the space with.

It’s halfway through your meal that you can’t bear the silence any longer.

“Did I do something wrong?” You ask. He flinches, a fork halfway through his mouth. A string of pasta slips off it and lands on his plate with a soft splat. Nervous, dark eyes flick to you and then back to his plate.

“No. No, of course not.” He says finally, daring to gaze across the dining table at your from beneath his fringe. He purses his lips awkwardly and then ducks his head.

“Then why are you-“ you start, but your mouth dries out. It takes a deep breath to compose yourself before you are able to force out your next question. “Why are you doing this?”

To your surprise, when Taehyung looks up again, he looks even more distraught than you feel. He takes a deep, shaky breath and light blue lines the lower rings of his eyes, the beginnings of tears.

“Because I need time!” He blurts. “It’s all so overwhelming. I have a few days until the exchange has its completion and I have to have a complete final thesis and I have to work out what I’m going to do when I end my studying! It’s so much and I can’t make huge choices like this under pressure!”

You fall silent, startled at the emotion in his voice, and shocked by the sheer depth of Taehyung’s misery. In all your worrying over your own feelings and desire to confess, you hadn’t thought about how Taehyung might feel regarding the end of his exchange. You’d just assumed he’d been avoiding you because of something you’d done, and you’d never considered that maybe Taehyung just needed some space. He’s so extroverted normally that you’d forgotten that even extroverts need that sort of thing.

Dropping your head, you allow the mortification to wash over you, and then you abruptly stand, plate in hand.

“I think I’ll eat dinner in my room.” You say. Taehyung makes no move to stop you as you quickly make your escape, and when you later exit to clean your dishes, he’s cleaned the kitchen and is locked away in his own bedroom.

You allow yourself one hurt sigh, gazing at his shut bedroom door in abject misery, before returning to your task at hand.

You can give him time, you suppose. You just wish there was more to spare.

In the interest of giving Taehyung the space he needs, you get ready for the Finishing dinner at Jungkook’s place. The whole time, Jungkook whines that you’re hogging the mirror and when you step aside to allow him to use it, he just flicks his hair and grins as his reflection and then shuffles out. The cycle repeats about three or more times as he gets dressed, and you’re sufficiently cranky by the time you clamber into the passenger seat of his car.

“So,” he asks you conversationally, and maybe you would have been in a talking mood two hours ago, but certainly not now. “Have you thought about what you’re going to do about Tae? Doesn’t he leave in two days? Are you really not going to tell him how you feel?”

You shoot Jungkook a sufficiently dirty look and he laughs.

“He asked for space. So I’m giving it to him.” You say shortly. You’re not surprised that Jungkook is aware of your feelings- keeping secrets is not a skill of Nayeon’s. What’s more surprising is that it’s not splashed on the front page of the morning newspaper given her normal proclivity for gossip.

Jungkook’s brow furrows.

“Why did he ask for space? He had a year to ask for space- and he does this two days before he has to leave?” He wonders. You shrug- you’ve asked yourself that and more over the last 24 hours. Why? What triggered this? Why now? But you’ve come up with no answers, and are instead left in this awful

limbo of confused feelings and uncomfortable pining.

“Can we talk about something else?” You ask softly.

Jungkook, to your surprise, offers you a warm smile, something gentle and understanding. You’d never thought him capable of it.

“Of course.” He agrees, and your conversation shifts to more cheerful topics with his guidance.

By the time you pull into the venue, your mood is significantly improved. You manage some cheerful small talk with one of the alien administrators who facilitated the exchange over a glass of champagne and you pose obediently for photos for Nayeon’s instagram. You even manage to keep your face neutral when you see that your assigned seat is beside Taehyung. You’re not sure why you expected any different, but if your smile becomes a bit more strained, no one comments on it.

Taehyung is already seated when you make your way to your seat. He’s midway through a conversation with one of his university classmates when his gaze lands on you.

The slight smile slides off his face as he tracks your progress through the function room, but you can’t quite name the emotion on his face- nervous? Apprehensive? It’s a sort of queasy smile.

You’ve braced yourself for a confrontation by the time you reach your seat, so when Taehyung leaps to his feet and pulls your seat out for you, you freeze mid-step. It’s… not the reaction you were expecting, for sure. For someone who had pleaded for some space the night before, he certainly doesn’t seem to want any tonight, settling back into his seat with a beam and even tugging his seat just that little bit closer to yours as he introduces you to his companion.

The friend he’s introducing you to is chatty and too enthusiastic for you to slip in an interrogation about Taehyung’s sudden change in behaviour. You feel like you want to burst out of your skin- the urge to demand what he means by this strange hot-and-cold behaviour burns on the tip of your tongue.

Particularly when he slides his forearm across the back of your seat, like he’s your boyfriend, lounging in that familiar, comfortable way that only intimate partners do, although he carefully avoids brushing the skin exposed by your low-backed dress with his knuckles.

That behaviour continues throughout the night. He acts like the last week hasn’t happened, instead slipping back into that familiar, casual intimacy that had existed between the two of your for the last few months now.

To say you’re confused is an understatement, and when he dares to slide his hand over yours like he wants to hold it, you whirl on him.

“Can we talk?” You grit out between clenched teeth. He looks a little startled, before smiling, that same dazzling smile he always has.

“Of course.” He agrees warmly, and it’s almost absurd how affectionate his tone is considering how he’s been acting the last week- considering what he requested of you the night before.

You pretty much stalk outside, finding a quiet unoccupied balcony, and you whirl on him.

“What are you doing?” You demand, as soon as he allows the glass door to swing shut behind him. He leans back a little, hands held up placatingly.

“You’re upset.” He observes.

“Of course I’m upset!” You explode in bewilderment. Normally, Taehyung is sensitive and understanding, in tune with your emotions in a way that no one else is. You’re baffled and exhausted by this out of character behaviour.

He nods, smiling awkwardly.

“I know it took me some time,” he says, as if this is a comfort or explanation for his confusing behaviour. “But I had trouble having a decision. But I’ve decided now.”

He waits for a beat.

“I accept.” He announces, like he’s handing over the nobel prize.

There’s a beat of silence, so thick that even cricket chirps couldn’t pierce it.

“What?” You ask. He blinks, some of his confidence leeching away- his brows furrow too.

“I accept.” He repeats.

Sometimes Taehyung struggles with syntax and word choice- likely this is one of those times, and while normally you’re an expert at puzzling out the true meaning behinz his words, this time you’re at a complete loss.

“You accept?” You echo. Taehyung is beginning to become uneasy, shifting back and forth. His hands start to fidget with each other. He nods.

“Is that the wrong word?” He asks. He taps his finger against his chin as he searches for the term. “I will?” He tries, and you shake your head. “I do?”

Now you’re well and truly baffled, and he starts to look a little fearful. He steps towards you, urgency lacing into the tense lines of his body.

“Did I… take too long? Do you no longer want to?” He asks, and his voice is gentle but cautious. You want to be mad, but you’re beginning to realise that something is going on beyond your comprehension.

“Do I no longer want to what?” You finally say.

“Your proposal! I accept it!” He finally gasps out. “Did you change your mind?”

“Proposal?” You echo, absolutely dumbfounded.

“SURPRISE!” Nayeon shouts, the glass door flying open with and alarmingly loud clatter. The two of you whirl on her- she has a little party popper in her hand that’s she’s released in a little burst of confetti and beside her Jungkook has a little piece of paper that says “Congrats on finally dating!”

To say you’re confused is an understatement. Your gaze flicks from Taehyung, who suddenly looks like he may keel over, all the colour drained from his face, to Nayeon, grinning impossibly bright like she’s just won the lottery, to Jungkook, who seems to be the only one catching on to the mood on the balcony.

Slowly, as the silence extends, the smile slides off Nayeon’s face. She looks at Taehyung, paler by the minute. Then she looks at you.

“You didn’t… confess?” She asks.

That’s when it finally clicks.

Proposal. Like proposal of marriage. Taehyung…

He…

He thinks you…

He thinks you proposed to him?!?

Instantly, you grab at Nayeon, snatching the empty party popper out of her hand, because you just know that she’s somehow responsible for this mess.

“You have thirty seconds to explain Nayeon.” You order her, your tone lethal. She winces and scratches awkwardly at the back of her neck.

“Well, I knew you wouldn’t ever confess on your own…” she admits. “And there was so little time left before Taehyung went home! So, I thought I’d take matters into my own hands… that flower, that Namjoon asked you to give Taehyung?”

You remember the flower in question, and recall that you’d given it to Taehyung about a week ago, the same day he started ignoring you.

“I saw on google that it’s how people on his planet confess! So I thought I’d help you out. I blackmailed Namjoon into getting you to give it to Taehyung so that it would look like you gave it.” She confesses. She looks at Taehyung. “I wasn’t being mean. You were supposed to think she was confessing and admit you liked her too!”

Taehyung, interestingly, has turned a fascinating shade of purple. He looks between the three of you, swaying on his feet, before he finally chokes out his response.

“It’s not a confession flower.” He gasps. His gaze looks at you and you think he’s almost glowing in the meagre light. Nayeon’s brow furrows in the same moment he explodes with the phrase “It’s a proposal flower!”

For the third time that night, complete and utter silence follows.

“A proposal… flower?” Nayeon echoes. Taehyung nods deliriously, on the verge of tears.

“It is given as a gift of bethrothal! To request marriage! Like a diamond ring!” He cries. And then again the colour drains from his face, leaving him deathly white. “It… it wasn’t from you?”

It’s taking you a minute to puzzle through the convoluted web you’re faced with. Slowly, you shake your head.

“No.” You say. “Namjoon asked me to give it to you and to keep it secret. He wanted it to be a surprise.”

Taehyung, to his credit, manages to stay upright, but his posture wobbles as though a mere breeze will knock him over.

“Then… you didn’t propose?” He asks. It’s starting to dawn on you, what has happened. Namjoon’s mysterious absence the morning you were meant to deliver the plant- Taehyung’s expression when you’d shoved it in his arms. The way he’d avoided you for a week after- the way he’d pleaded with you for some time. He’d even said it the night before, hadn’t he? That he needed time before making huge choices. You’d thought he was just struggling with the end of his exchange and tertiary studies. But he’d actually meant marriage- he’d thought you’d proposed and he had been trying to decide how to answer amidst all the other things he had to deal with in the final week of his exchange.

And he’d…. Decided to accept? He’d thought you’d proposed and his answer was to say he accepted?

“No.” You say faintly. “I didn’t.”

The words are barely out of your mouth before Taehyung is scrambling back through the glass doors, pushing past Nayeon and fleeing through the function room like his life depends on it.

Nayeon, and Jungkook, to their credit, say nothing as they watch Taehyung tear through the function room with an almost inhuman speed.

“Well.” Nayeon says quickly, attempting to step back through the glass. “Glad we got that sorted. Guess we’ll be going then-“

You fold your arms, smiling menacingly at her, and she cuts off her word.

“You guys have thirty seconds to run, before I murder you.” You say cheerfully, and it’s the only warning the two of them need before they take off as well, racing through the function room at a similar speed to Taehyung, leaving you to clean up the huge mess they’ve just created.

Still… you let them go, with the echo of a smile on your face.

They had meant well, after all.

Taehyung has never been so mortified in his life.

He sits in his room, his suit crumpled and his blazer discarded. He hugs his knees to his chest and buries his face in his folded arms. The darkness there is soothing, somehow. He wishes he could stay there forever, to dissolve into oblivion.

A gentle knock at his door interrupts his brooding. He looks up to see you step cautiously through the door. You’ve abandoned your heels, but you’re still wearing that dress that makes you look stupidly pretty. He’d already decided he was going to accept your proposal when he’d woken up this morning, the memory of your confused, hurt face fresh in his mind, and then you’d stepped into the function room earlier that night and he’d been lost. Washed away in a tidal wave- you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen in his life, on both planets, and he’s madly in love with you. This whole stupid week he’d known what his answer was, that he’d accept your proposal in a heartbeat, but he knew he had to be rational. To think things through.

Except, you hadn’t really proposed, had you?

“Come to be mocking?” He asks, and his throat is uncomfortably raw. He knows the sleeves of his white shirt are stained blue, and that they expose his tears, even if his swollen eyes and raspy throat didn’t do that already.

You settled beside him on the bed and it dips beneath your weight. The scent of your perfume fills his senses, dizzying and sweet and he wants to lean forward and bury his face in that tantalising crook between your neck and shoulder and never emerge.

“When have I ever given you the impression I’d make fun of you over something like this, Tae?” You ask. You don’t sound angry, or disgusted at least. Just… confused.

He looks away.

“You’d be right to.” He confesses. “How stupid can I have been? Agonising all week over a betrothal that hasn’t ever had occurrence.”

Another few hot tears, a mixture of humiliation and misery, slip free. A hand lands on his shoulder- the warmth of your palm slips through the thin cotton of his shirt, warming the skin of his shoulder. He can feel you in his bones- your smell surrounds him, right down to his lungs, and the heat and warmth of you beside him seems to fill the room.

“Tae.” You say gently. Your press lightly on his shoulder, forcing him to tilt his body back towards you. “I’m sorry that you got caught in the crossfire of their scheming. And I’m sorry that you got hurt by this. They didn’t mean any harm. They were trying to help.”

He drops his gaze.

“It doesn’t feel like they were.” He mumbles. He flinches when your hand comes towards his cheek. You pull back, just a little, and then approach again more slowly. You’re giving him the chance to pull away, he realises.

Like he ever would.

Slowly, you cup his cheek in your palm, lifting your thumb to gently wipe a tear away. A strange feeling floods him, a warm affection, at the contact of your hand against his cheek but he doesn’t know if it’s your feelings or his. Probably his.

Then you offer a crooked, lopsided smile that makes his stupid, embarassing heart do backflips.

“For what it’s worth,” you say softly. “They were trying to confess on my behalf. If anything, I should be embarrassed that they exposed my feelings for you.”

The words echo in the meagre space between the two of you. Taehyung can’t help the way his gaze meets your, like magnets clicking together. His heart leaps into his throat.

“Your feelings?” He asks, and he hopes the hopefulness in his voice doesn’t make him look any more stupid than he already has tonight.

Smiling warmly, you nod gently and lean forward until your lips are pressed against his forehead, and the flood of emotions that rushes through him are too sudden and abrupt to be anything but yours. Affection, warmth… love. That buzz-y electric feeling that tingles all the way to his fingertips- it’s love. Your love. You love him.

He looks up at you as you pull away, and slowly, you nod at the unanswered question in his eyes.

“I can’t say I would have proposed before we even went out to dinner together.” You admit. “But I can say that it’s definitely something I’d want to talk about in the future.” You turn so you’re face him fully, resting both knees on his mattress and sitting back on your heels. “With you.”

Something warm and burning fills him, from the centre of his chest all the way out to his fingertips.

“You would?” He asks softly. You offer a shy smile and nod, and Taehyung is lost.

“I don’t know how it would look, between us.” You say. “Your exchange is almost over, and you live on a different planet, and we… there’s so much to work out. But if you wanted to, we could do it together?”

Your hands are still warm when he clasps them between his own. Uncertainty and nerves flood across the contact of your skin against his, but also happiness. You’re the good kind of nervous. And when he presses the backs of your hands against his in a gentle, adoring kiss, he doesn’t know or care if the butterflies in his tummy are yours or his.

“I have many job opportunities here.” He admits. “And many friends and connections. I have a life here.” His gaze slips up to meet your own. “I could stay here. If you wanted. I could become a citizen. We could court, and then marry, at whatever pace suits you. We could even have children, if Nayeon and Jungkook are not children enough. I would do all of that with you. If you wished it.”

You beam at him and the expression is so precious, so beautiful that he knows his decision remains. Even if you didn’t really propose to him, one day he will propose to you. If it wasn’t real, he’d make it real. With you.

“That’s ok.” You say, leaning forward. “We don’t have to decide any of that tonight. After all… we have time.”

And Taehyung almost protests, but when your mouth meets his, he finds that he agrees. There’s plenty of time for all that later- proposals, dating, everything.

Tonight, though, he wants to spend his time working out if the fireworks exploding in his chest are yours or his.

Or maybe they belong to both of you.

#tae x reader #kim taehyung x reader #v x reader #taehyung x reader #writing #anis farewell

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miametropolis · 1 month

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the fact that david tennant married the woman who played his daughter on the TV still haunts me occasionally (this is nothing against georgia, we love georgia) but the thing that makes me sit up at night in a cold sweat is the fact that his FATHER IN LAW is the fifth doctor. imagine your fucking father-in-law is Doctor Who. anyways.

#the real-life doctor who crossover universe and its psychological ramifications on me #so you're david tennant right?#and you show up to work and you're excited because you've got this AMAZING script #the fifth doctor's daughter--the main character of the TV show you grew up loving and watching--turns out to have become an actress herself #and now you're about to shoot this groundbreaking exciting episode of that same TV show--of which you are now the lead and star!#so you do your work #give the performance of a lifetime #and try not to be flustered over the fact that you're lowkey OBSESSED with your #coworkers dad #your daughter (fake) on the tv show (fake) dies in your arms and you give her a soft kiss on the forehead (fake) to bid her farewell #and while you're pretending to be an eccentric immortal haunted by the ghosts of the past #recalling your dead children and grandchildren for the first time #sending your newly-born daughter off into death #you're like...wait...she's lowkey kinda...#AND THEN YOU GET MARRIED #to a woman who played your daughter #and HER REAL LIFE FATHER is your IDOL and also...you?#how does one begin to cope with any of that

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squeakadeeks · 5 months

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Stitch giving me vaguely threatening vibes while in his masking tape cocoon

#i feel like hes about to give me a villain speech like 'you think youve won but im right where i want to be-#armless and wrapped in cling plastic and masking tape'#also this is as good of a time as any to say im updating Stitch's design so hes armless now #a farewell to arms if you will

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lennies-blog · 1 year

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Translation: Sky Sport Exclusive interview with Mick after his Haas exit

Source: Sky Sport F1 Germany

I: “Mick, good to have you here, after a difficult message I believe that you received yesterday. Tell us what especially your feelings are to get here to the paddock after such a decision, probably not easy.”

Mick: “Well of course.. yeah of course I would love to say that I will drive next year, but right now that’s not the case. Difficult, yes, of course it’s not easy, but I’m nevertheless happy looking back at the season. We continuously improved and did the best we could with this situation.”

I: “How was the situation yesterday? It has been speculated about for a while, where you had the feeling, everyone knew except yourself. Is that a wrong impression or was it really something that you only got to realise/know yesterday?”

Mick: “Yesterday was definitely the moment where it became real. I continued to fight hard, to give it my all, tried to give my best always and everywhere, therefore of course, disappointing. But on the other hand I know that I gave it my best and that’s what counts.”

I: “What were the reasons that Günther Steiner stated for why he couldn’t see a future, a future together?”

Mick: “Well they’re ultimately the reasons that he also stated in the interviews he gave. I think the biggest factor is experience. Ehm.. but on my part I also think that when we, or if we would’ve gone into the future together, it would’ve worked well. But in the end it was Gene’s and Günther’s decision and I have to accept that.”

I: “How did you see your development yourself? Because we certainly saw a constant improvement, especially after this difficult start to the second half of the season, where we always emphasised how calm you stayed, how collected, how convinced you were of your own work what then did end in points (what had been required). In Silverstone, in Spielberg - you had a lot of chances where it was prevented by your team, let’s phrase it that way, to drive into the points. So how do you see it yourself, regarding your development?”

Mick: “Yeah, the development is definitely palpable and also visible. Of course we would’ve liked a few more points to our name at the end of the season, but it went the way it did, that’s part of life, and that’s why I approach it like that. In the end I cannot turn back time, because I know that we left a lot of points to grab, especially at the beginning of the season, also on my part, but we continuously fought, gave it our best and that’s what counts for me at the end of this year.”

I: “I just talked to Sebastian Vettel, he said that every driver needs backup and he let on that he did was not really convinced by the leadership and the backup that came from Haas. What is the impression that you can tell us about? Did you have backup from Günther Steiner? From the team?”

Mick: “I had backup from Sebastian. I’m pretty happy about that. We always had a quite open communication between the team and I. We continuously worked on ourselves, we tried to improve everything that was there to improve. And I think if we look at the beginning of the season vs now that we kept this graph going continuously. The race pace was really good and the qualifying pace also improved towards the end, but yeah, was obviously not enough.”

I: “What do you take with you after these 2 years with Haas – on a sporting and personal level?”

Mick: “Well of course I would like to thank everyone for those two years. It was amazing to be able to start here. Formula 1 is a dream that came true but also a dream that didn’t end, yet. It’s definitely my goal to be on the grid again in 2024. I’ll work hard on myself and will see that I will have all the chess pieces in the right position to hopefully be successful.”

I: “I think it’s impressive what class you’re showing in this situation you’re in at the moment, to thank the team, set a new focus, to – and I am certain about that – gather strength to get to the right and I’m sure better conclusions. Mick, your thoughts on your future now. What do they look like? Can you take us along what your current thoughts are about?”

Mick: “Yeah I think a saying that fits quite well is that you have to.. ehh burn? to get out prettier than before? (I think he means “like a phoenix rising from the ashes” 😂) I think there’s a saying for that! But yeah, I think there are several options and one thing I do have now is time. So I will take the time to look at the options that I have and see that I take the right decision to have the best chance to.. yeah be successful in the end.”

I: “But you definitely want to stay in Formula 1? That is certain?”

Mick: “Formula 1 is the only thing I’m interested in.”

I: “Formula 1, nothing else. That’s good, we’ll take it. What do you need personally? What kind of environment, which atmosphere do you need to be able to show your best self?”

Mick: “That’s what I have to look at. Of course, it’s hard to judge it from the outside, but ultimately I want to be in a place where I can grow, where I can show the performance I have in me and just see that we can go into the tight direction.”

I: “If we take a look at this weekend, which will be the last with Haas here in Abu Dhabi – how will you approach it?”

Mick: “Sorry?”

I: “How will you approach this last weekend with Haas here in Abu Dhabi?”

Mick: “First and foremost with fun. It’s another year that has past – last year we’ve also been here in Abu Dhabi which has been a bit different with covid and all, but this year is a bit more open, more people around probably, so the atmosphere will probably be different. The car should be quite okay, I think we’re just on the brink on tenth place. That means if we managed to get it all right again, after the second free practice, (then we can) hopefully have it all in order to have a good qualifying.”

I: “How will you say goodbye to your team, to your garage?”

Mick: “Ehh, I have to see what special (thing) I can do for the boys, they’ve naturally been amazing this whole year! We had a lot of fun together so therefore I would want to thank them in the right way.”

I: “And Mick, what has also been remarkable was that your post that – as well as you present yourself here – has shown a great deal of class/greatness, had SO many comments, also from colleagues. I don’t know everyone that has commented there, but Esteban Ocon, of course, your great buddy, but many others more, Angela Cullen, Lewis Hamilton’s physiotherapist. Have you been surprised or happy about it yourself to get this reaction?”

Mick: “Yes, of course it’s nice to see that there is support everywhere. I mean I said it several times – I love this sport. How many have said: “We come back stronger!” and that’s exactly what we’ll do.”

I: “How will the relationship develop with your team principle, with Günther Steiner?”

Mick: “Well I mean with Günther – we actually have an okay-ish relationship and I think that will stay that way.”

I: “Mick we’ll say thank you then. Good luck to what’s ahead of you. I have said it before I am certain that the energy that you’re getting here that’s being released will end in something great. We’re certain of it. We definitely wish you all the best.”

Mick: “Thank you.”

#mick schumacher #mick translations #sky sport f1 germany #but it sounds like he genuinely had hope until yesterday..#Did you have backup from the team? I have backup from Sebastian. SAVAGE #also wholly unfair that Mick did not have time to think about a nice farewell for his team when others already had their farewell parties!#btw this took me more than an hour so I desperately hope no one finds any spelling mmistakes

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