okay so i might not jump into it and delete everything but i’m going through and deleting some things that i just,,, don’t want on my page anymore (things like posts that give too much information, fics i wrote that i no longer want to associate myself with, etc.)
this blog was a way for me to connect with people and stay sane during 2020 and it was great, don’t get me wrong, but i also think that i did too much that ultimately lead to burnout.
i initially made this blog with a friend to write bts fanfic together and then i took over the account after i started writing more fics than them (which they were totally okay with, btw.) i joined networks that i never even thought of doing, made some great friends, created my own network with those friends, lost touch with them, made more great friends. this was an amazing experience, don’t get me wrong, but after getting a new job, i no longer had the energy to keep going.
which lead to me feeling guilty that this blog still exists, because i was unable to keep writing. writing meant adding network tags, posting meant i had to keep up with admin work for my network. i ran away from this blog because it felt too much, promising myself that i’ll definitely come back, i’ll do it later, i don’t need to post a hiatus announcement.
i really just need to be honest. it’s been over a year since i said i was editing my blog. it’s been over a year since i posted my last long fic.
i want to go back to writing. just. stress-free writing. no more obligations, no more deadlines, no more promises. so i hope the people who still follow me are happy enough with the random bits and pieces i may post from time to time.
and to all my moots who still follow me, i love you all. you guys are my fondest memories of this blog. i hope we can still interact even with me being awol most of the time xx
Pairing: Alien!Hoseok x Reader
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Sci-fi
Rating: PG
Words: 1.4k
Warnings: very very cheesy
Summary: Hoseok, the new resident living in the capsule that landed in your backyard, is now interested in giving flowers, holding hands, and going on dates.
Note: unedited because I’m a fool. It's been so long I'm so rusty I'm sorry.
HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY TO MY SUNFLOWER, MY LOVE @youtifulhobi I hope you had a lovely birthday!! Hugs and kisses xx
It starts with flowers.
Fully thought out messages in carefully wrapped bouquets, bringing meanings of flowers together. Flowers for beauty, flowers for care, flowers for happiness. He would hint that there’s meaning in each bouquet he gives you and with every new bouquet, you find yourself more interested in flowers and their meanings. You didn’t think that your new resident would be teaching you new things while learning about Earth himself, but here you are.
Then, he starts giving you gifts.
Little jewellery he crafted himself in his little capsule, made with mysterious materials. He’s still yet to tell you what materials they’re made of but you don’t dwell on it, admiring each item he gives you. The jewellery sparkle under the sunlight and your heart skips a beat at the thought of how delicately he would’ve made them.
After about a week, he starts wondering out loud about holding hands.
“Why do humans do it?” Hoseok asks, a cute pout on his lips as he stares at one of his human hands. It goes transparent for a split second, as if he’s about to compare it to his other form. He sighs and wills it back to human.
To be completely honest, you can’t answer his question because you also have no idea why. “Skinship, I guess?” you stutter out instead and give him an awkward smile.
He narrows his eyes. “You are uncertain.”
“I mean, that’s why I’m guessing,” you laugh nervously.
Without saying a word, Hoseok grabs your hand. You let out a weird squeak at the sudden touch, heat rushing to your cheeks. He picks up on your flustered emotions easily and smiles.
“Y/N, go on a date with me tomorrow.”
The following morning, Hoseok greets you with a bouquet of flowers and a heart shaped smile. The scene is somewhat nostalgic, reminding you of the first time you saw him like this — back when he asked you to start his experience in romance. You didn’t think he’d be serious about it back then, but the past couple of weeks have proved otherwise.
You can’t take your eyes off of him, his styled hair, his outfit stylish but casual. There’s an air of the elegance he wore when he stood there a little over a week ago but without the outdated getup. His smile widens when he notices your eyes on him, and you quickly shift your gaze away in embarrassment.
“Um,” you let out, tossing up between feeling embarrassed or exasperated. “I just woke up.”
Hoseok blinks. “Yes, I can see that. You look like you had a rejuvenating sleep.”
“We’re not… doing the date thing now, right?”
“It is today, is it not?”
You want to throw your hands against your face. “It’s 8am, Hobi.”
“Yes,” Hoseok says with a frown, not understanding why you’re talking about the time. You sigh heavily. You toss through some words in your mind, wondering how to explain why it’s too early to go on a date. How to tell him that you’re literally standing in your living area in your pyjama shorts and singlet - clothing that’s certainly not appropriate for a first date.
“A date needs a little more planning than deciding the day,” you say slowly, making sure you have your words right. “Say we have a coffee date at 10am, at the café down the road.”
“Oh,” Hoseok lights up. “Yes! A date consists of an outing!”
“Yes, and getting ready.”
He looks at your attire, possibly finally realising where you’re coming from. “Okay, we can meet at the café down the road in two hours.”
“Great,” you smile.
“I will give you time to prepare,” Hoseok says, giving you a smile and a little wave, before turning to leave the room.
“Wait,” you call out. Hoseok stops, turns back to you with a puzzled expression, and you start to feel a little embarrassed about what you were going to say next. “Leave the flowers here.”
“I had them prepared for the da-”
“Please,” you say, not wanting admit that you’re afraid of the stares you’re bound to get at the café when Hoseok, handsome as he is, arrives with the bouquet. “I want to decorate them here now.”
Hoseok pouts a little. He probably intended the flowers to be present throughout your date. But he hands you the bouquet without complaint, and promises to see you later before leaving the room.
You feel a little bad but when you look down at the flowers in your hands, warmth spreads across your chest. You feel a little bit of joy when you think about how others won’t be able to see Hoseok with flowers. Realising your thoughts, you shake them away.
Time to get ready for the date.
When you arrive at the café at five minutes before 10am, you notice that Hoseok is already there, waiting at a table with two glasses of sparkling water on it. He’s slowly sipping on one, curious eyes wide and amused.
You frown at the sight. Hoseok is usually literal with his words and you expected him to be there at exactly 10am. You thought you had a little bit of time to sit down and collect yourself.
“Y/N!” Hoseok’s eyes light up when you notices you walking toward him and waves with excitement.
“Hi,” you smile, sitting down at the other seat on the table.
“Y/N,” he says, eyes on you, taking you in. “You are beautiful.”
Your face heats up at the compliment, not wanting to think about the effort you made for this date. This is for Hoseok’s research, you tell yourself. It’s not a real date.
The last bit strikes a little nerve in you, and before your thoughts end up putting you down, you blurt out, “Thanks, you look beautiful too.”
He smiles wide, it’s a heart shaped smile, and it’s so bright that you wonder if you’ll go blind. Your previous thoughts melt away from the warmth of his smile and you can’t help but smile too.
Then, you finally question your thoughts from earlier. “You’re early,” you tell him, a little curious.
“Oh, yes,” Hoseok nods. “My research tells me that it is best to be about fifteen minutes early for a meeting.”
“This is a date.”
“We are meeting as well, are we not?” He looks puzzled. You decide not to go further.
“Uh, yeah, we are, I guess.”
“Y/N!” Hoseok exclaims, changing the subject, eyes sparkling like the water in front of him as he pushes a glass to you. “The waiting lady put these here when I asked for a table. I gather that it is something to drink. It is very interesting. It feels like stars on my tongue.”
“You know what stars taste like?” You don’t hear much of Hoseok’s life before Earth. You’ve always wanted to know more about him, about his species, and what led to him crash-landing in your backyard.
“Oh no, I have not had real stars on my tongue. But I do not know how to explain the feeling from this drink.”
You’re a little disappointed that you didn’t spark a conversation about his past, but his amusement for new things keeps your spirits up.
“It’s called sparkling water. It’s carbonated so the water’s fizzy.”
“Fizzy…” Hoseok repeats. “Fizzy, fizzy, fizzy.”
The new word flows off his lips as he repeats it. He looks so excited. Your heart warms.
The waitress arrives shortly after, asking if you’re ready to order. You spend the next hour or so at the café, chatting with excitement for new things over coffee and cakes. The world is yours and Hoseok’s, the stares you were concerned about earlier no longer a problem.
On the way home, Hoseok asks if he could hold your hand.
“This is a date,” he says with his bright smile.
If he asked a few hours earlier, in the morning when he gifted you the bouquet of flowers, you may have been too embarrassed. You probably would’ve refused to hold his hand, spouting the first excuse that would appear in your mind.
But now, tummy filled with coffee and cake, heart filled with the warmth of his smiles, mind filled with the scenes of excitement over his discoveries, you let his hand intertwine with yours.
And if you spend the night thinking about how well your hands fit together, that’s something you’ll keep to yourself for now.
adding on to my recent (and pinned) post, i’m so sorry to those who loved the fics that i’ll be deleting - i really appreciate each and every like and reblog. i just don’t feel like they represent me any more and my blog is my blog.
these are all steps to make my blog comfortable for me again xx hopefully there will be more (and better!) fics to come ❤️
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it's aluminium.
as my english flatmate says "bro, it's the english language, so the american spelling is a remix."
sincerely, a kiwi.
(tbh there's nothing wrong with either spelling bc language evolves and i find it really interesting but "aluminum" looks and sounds so jarring, especially since my keyboard is telling me it's wrong.)
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