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Hiii!! Your "The Trick and The Trade" fic featuring Azul was so beautiful it makes me want to cry T.T I saw requests were open? Wondering if I could ask for another Azul x Reader with the prompt "Shooting Star" this time?

PS: If it's alright with you, can we make this fluffy? Hehehe

Thank youuuuu!! ✨❤️

request are open! pls send one in :)

70. shooting star

azul ashengrotto; 1,788 words, fluff; gn!reader; a human and a mer-person fall in love -- it's a tale as old as time

"we are not figuratively, but literally made of stardust." - neil degrasse tyson

he has known since the day he was born the shape of the water around him, the shade of the sea, the taste of an ocean as it rests at the tip of his tongue. it has always been blue and blue and blue, and deep and deep and deep. salt and brine and sand like the forgotten dust of long-gone stars.

the first time he stumbles across the shipwreck, moored at the bottom of his deep, blue, saltine ocean, he lingers over the glittering metal, runs his fingers across the broken mast, marvels at the rust that shatters like snowflakes beneath his touch. he twists and tugs at the ruined sails till his curiosity sits sated in the pit of his stomach.

he meets you in a forgotten grotto, at the end of a stretch of forgotten beach, nestled against an island that, while has not yet been forgotten, seems to be well on it’s way as well. he finds you lying limp, your body half submerged in the shallows.

ah, a shipwreck, he thinks. and then, oh… a survivor.

then, you cough, you sputter, you hack up what he’s sure is a quarter of the ocean before shaking your head and pushing yourself up and he is still there, his body a livewire mess of tangled tentacles. he presses himself into a shape that you’re more familiar with, the lessening of his eight limbs down to just two is always strange but… necessary.

at least for first impressions. and they’re ever so important.

“h-hello.”

he nearly swears at himself for being so hesitant.

you swipe the back of your hand over your lips, blinking blearily at him through salt-caked lashes.

“y-you… i — where…?”

you’re disoriented, but of course you are. azul clears his throat and tries again.

“i — i’m glad you’re alright. you were… i found you passed out and… and thought to come and check on you.” good, he thinks, that sounded good. convincing.

you regard him with a curious look before your eyes rove over the rest of him and… a grin twists your lips.

“you… missed a spot.”

azul whips around to find a single tentacle, still trailing in the sand behind him, the crystalline water lapping at his smooth, rubbery skin.

“damnit! i thought i’d gotten them all this time — !”

but the sound of your laughter shatters his frustration, his embarrassment. it renders him speechless and holds him still. for a moment, he is taken by it, the warmth and fullness of the sound as you collapse into your own laughter, falling back against the soft, wet sand, your sea-pruned hands clutching at your stomach.

“i — it’s not — i just — !” azul stutters, heat clawing up his neck and cheeks as he forcibly finishes his transformation, wiping his hands absently down his back to make doubly sure, but you only smile, dabbing at the edge of your eyes as your laughter fades into giggles.

“s-sorry — i didn’t mean to — i just… you did a very good job,” but something in your voice still makes his stomach twist and azul has to take three deep breaths to stave off the very real urge to dive back into the water, to disappear back into the comforting depths of the ocean and never return.

“i — it’s harder than it looks,” he says, stiffly.

you nod, all solemn seriousness now, though there’s still a twinkle in each of your eyes that so, so reminds him of the evening stars.

this is how you meet. and this, he thinks, is how he falls in love.

you’re the child of sailors, adventurers, people who have always lived their lives on the sea. and azul is nothing if not hungry for knowledge. the pair of you trade stories like secrets and laughter like currency.

you tell him of all the places you been, all the miracles you’ve seen. and in turn, he tells you of the creatures of deep, all the monsters and their dreams.

the first time he kisses you, he catches both of you off guard.

“oh — s-sorry —” he says, but his next words are cut off as you jerk him back towards you, your teeth clacking painfully against his, but he doesn’t care. he wouldn’t have cared if you’d made him bleed. he would’ve wanted it, leaned in like he is now, tugging you closer just to revel in the sting.

you kiss him so hard he feels dizzy, so hard he can’t breathe. so hard he finds himself wondering if there’s ever been anything else but your lips and this feeling and falling in too deep.

it’s a strange feeling, yearning for air.

but he finds himself gasping, still, as you finally pull free.

“that…” you gulp down a much needed breath as he does the same, “i’ve… wanted to do that for a while…”

azul shudders to think himself anything close to feline, but if he were, he thinks he might have purred.

“you… you have?” he tries not to sound too pleased, adjusting his glasses.

“y-yeah — isn’t that strange?”

“no!” he says, too fast, and then immediately, turning away to clear his throat, “i just meant — i — i don’t think it’s strange.”

“no? does that… does that mean you felt the same?” there’s a teasing lilt to your voice that makes his whole body shake with shivers. he crinkles his nose and takes a deep breath and grasps at the tendrils of composure trickling from his gasp as he chews on his lips.

“i — well i did kiss you first, didn’t i?” and he nearly curses himself again for sounding like a petulant child.

“hm… i guess you did. but… you tried to say sorry.”

“that was — i didn’t mean —” azul groans, burying his face in his hands as he fights the urge to curl in on himself. and he would have, had he been under water and with full use of his tentacles. but he’s not, so he can’t, and he doesn’t.

but you laugh, and all is right again. you laugh and nudge him with your shoulder and he nudges you back, pulling his hands away from his face to watch you.

the setting sun and gathering clouds conspire to paint the horizon rosy.

“i know… i just like…” you shrug, letting your voice trail off as the sky darkens and the last lingering dregs of day are swallowed up by the lapping waves.

azul hums, for once reveling in the darkness that surrounds you, in gentle lull of a sleepy sea as it kisses and kisses and kisses the shore. not for the first time, he thinks of you. always you.

“you just like…?” he asks, his voice quiet now, a hushed, whispered thing.

and this time, when he glances over, he catches you ducking your head, and even like this, in the evening gloam just before moonrise, when the world is rendered monochrome by the ubiquitous glow of the sky and lack of direct light, he can see your cheeks darken.

“you.” you say, final and distinct and so, so sure. you glance at him, but he is staring back at you, slack-jawed.

“i… just like you,” you say, and azul wonders if this is what it feels like to fly.

he’s never thought all that much about flying before, not when he’s had swimming all his life, but… ever since he met you, he thinks he might like to try.

“well,” he muses, purposefully drawing out the word, “i think i… i just might —”

“look! a shooting star!”

your voice slices through the velvet night, pointing eagerly at the far horizon. azul whips around, just quick enough to catch the tail of star as it streaks across the sky.

“whoa…”

he’s never seen one before. he’s never spent so much time on the surface before he met you. and now that he has — he wonders if he can ever go back to living in the thickness of the sea.

the sky might be blue and big and heavy too, but it’s so different from the sea.

so much less salt, and so much more air.

“make a wish!” you say, clasping your fingers and closing your eyes. and azul remembers the strange human tradition you’d told him about of wishing on falling stars. at the time, he’d asked you if any of them have ever come true. to which you’d only shrugged and laughed and said does it matter? it’s the wishing part that counts!

and he hadn’t understood then, but watching you now, watching you with your eyes closed under the hazy curtain of a just drawn night, your fingers laced over one another as you wish on a fallen star, he thinks he might be starting to understand.

so he smiles, folds his fingers together and closes his eyes as well.

after a moment of quiet, he opens them to find you watching him.

“what did you wish for?” you ask.

azul blushes, and he’s sure that you can see it on his pale skin, even in the waxing light of the rising moon. he finds his heart in his chest like treasure tucked in the stomach of a sunken ship, his body a wreck of splinters and well-worn memories but he knows that he is no less precious. you’d taught him that.

“i thought that if i told, the wish won’t come true?”

you smile, you nod, you turn your eyes back to the glittering night sky.

he leans back to follow your gaze.

once, he’d wondered about the shape of air, the shade of the ever-bright sky, the taste of sunlight at the tip of his tongue. but now he’s kissed you, and he knows —

“fine then.” you say, as you pull him in to ghost your lips over his. he melts against you, fingers tugging you closer by the base of your neck, his mouth spelling hunger and honey as he moans against you.

“kiss me again,” he whispers when you pull apart.

you nod, breathless.

once, he’d wondered about the world above. but now, he’s kissed you and he knows — the air is sweet and sharp enough to sting, the sky is bright and blue and biting too. and that the sunlight — oh, the sunlight — it tastes like you, and you, and you.

[plus-size-reader]

Hell Fire

Tyson x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2916 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader is the daughter of Hades who is an outsider to the other campers until Tyson shows up and decides to become her friend. 

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You shouldn’t have even been allowed out of the depths of Tartarus.

However, seeing as you were half mortal and had never met your father, you resided strictly in the confines of Camp Half Blood, with all the other demigods.

Not that being a demigod didn’t seem to make you any more popular with the others. No matter what you did, you always felt like an outsider.

It just didn’t seem like you belonged there, not that you belonged anywhere else either.

For starters, your father was one of the big three, and as if that wasn’t bad enough, he was the literal God of the underworld. It was far from a winning track record but you knew that even if Hades hadn’t been the torturer of all eternally damned souls, you probably wouldn’t have been the queen bee.

That sort of thing just wasn’t in your nature.

You had always been soft spoken and though you’d been at the camp longer than any other, few knew much about you. You had already been here when most of them arrived, something that you were sure only added to your mystery.

You had never done a thing in the world to anyone but they didn’t care. You were different, even by their ungodly standards and they didn’t like you because of that. You had been told that your eyes had this fire beneath that could draw in anyone’s attention, regardless of their desire. Something that scared them, you assumed.

The fact that your appearance was sort of intimidating didn’t do much to help either. You carried your strong frame with this ease and power that could rival Athena’s own, with a calm rage, bubbling just beneath the surface.

For all these reasons and a million more, you never assumed one of them would make a conscious choice to join you at lunch.

Until Tyson.

Tyson came into your life on his first day at camp.

He didn’t know anyone aside from his brother, who didn’t seem all that excited to see him, and no one was all too welcoming at all.

You knew how intimidating it could be, coming in with all the lunch tables filled to the brim with different cliques, except yours.

No one wanted to risk being seen with the daughter of Hades so you had a table all to yourself. Maybe that was why Tyson had picked you, because one person was a whole lot easier than forty when it came to greetings.

“Hello”

His voice startled you, you head snapping up at his tone.

Normally, you didn’t have to worry about being interrupted while eating, so you were more shocked than anything else at his appearance there.

“Hi” you muttered, waiting for him to elaborate on his existence there. It wasn’t exactly fair, as this stranger didn’t owe you anything but it would be nice to know more about him.

Obviously, there had to be something wrong with him if he was here.

“My name’s Tyson, can I sit with you?” He asked after a brief stint of silence, gesturing all around to the empty table around you. You couldn't help but glance around, searching for whoever had put him up to this but found nothing.

This was just Tyson trying to make one friend on his first day.

He’d picked a hell of a place to start.

“I guess, go ahead” you decided, taking his preoccupation as a chance to look him over while he got situated.

He was tall, with a mop of sandy blonde hair falling into view of a single blue eye in the middle of his forehead. It was hardly what you’d been expecting when you woke up today but all things considered, you didn’t care.

You’d all heard stories of how vicious and aggressive cyclops could be but there wasn’t a single doubt in your mind that you could take him down if you had to.

It didn’t hurt that he’d chosen to sit as close to you as possible, even given all the space available to him. If he wanted to do you any harm, you were sure that he would have waited until you were alone, not here in front of everyone.

What you were more concerned about was what he’d expect from you now that he was here.

Idle conversation wasn’t your strong suit and you were really hoping he would stay quiet but something told you that wasn’t going to happen. Tyson just gave off the vibe of someone who wanted to know the life story of everyone he met.

...And you couldn’t have been more right about that.

“So, who are your parents?” He wondered, not even giving you a second to adjust to his company.

When you turned to look at him, you found that he had this curious look on his face, something that you were sure you could wipe off with a single word. No one ever stuck around once they found out the truth and he’d be no different.

He’d be out of here before too long, assuming he managed to stick around at all.

“Hades” you allowed, the confident pride that most of the demigods associated with their parents missing from your tone. You wanted to be proud of your father, and all the things he’d done, but that wasn’t exactly a simple task.

The whole thing was complicated, and no one understood that better than you did.

You were sure that as soon as you said it, the truth would send him running for the hills but Tyson didn’t even blink. In fact, all he did was smile at you, a thoughtful nod accompanying the action.

It didn’t make any sense.

So much so that you actually had a hard time wiping the shocked look off your face, this had never happened before and you weren’t sure how to react. Hadn’t he heard you? Why was he just sitting there?

“Aren’t you gonna run or laugh or something? I said Hades” You repeated, doing your best to keep your concern for him at bay. For the first time in this entire exchange, you were beginning to feel like there may have been something wrong with him.

What was going on?

The boy only shrugged, clearly unaffected by your earth-shattering confession. Obviously, he didn’t understand what it meant, or he didn’t know well enough to be bothered, but a few days in this place would teach him.

The others would, no doubt, rub off on him and he’d be teasing you by the end of the week. That was what always happened, even with the ones that didn’t want to be outright about the way they felt.

“Nope, my dad’s Poseidon” he leveled, answering his previous question when it was clear to him that you weren’t going to return the courtesy. In all fairness though, you were still trying to wrap your mind around the whole thing.

It didn’t make any sense.

Though, before you could ask any more, you heard Clarice from the other side of the cafeteria. She had this time honored tradition of tormenting you, just for the fun of it, but the worst of it all was that you’d grown accustomed to it.

Even in a place where you were all misfits, you managed to stay on the outskirts.

“Hey Jackson, you’d better get your brother away from the freak before she sells his soul into damnation” she cackled, laughter erupting from all around her. Truth be told, it wasn’t one of her better insults but for some reason your stomach sank at the prospect of Tyson becoming afraid of you.

You had only known him for a little while, but even in such a short time, he’d shown you a kindness that you weren’t used to here. He didn’t even seem bothered by the truth about who your father was at first, but nothing said that couldn’t change.

The last thing you wanted was for him to leave you all alone again, you were just starting to get over his kindness.

Fortunately for you, Tyson didn’t seem to be having any of it. Where you assumed he would have gotten up and left, you found him still sitting there.

It was hardly what you’d been expecting, but, you weren’t entirely ungrateful for it. The trouble was that Clarisse and the others were far from done. The punchline of their torture was yet to come.

“Luke,Is that sulfur I smell?” she called, once again earning a laugh as she made a production of the whole thing, searching for the blonde in the crowd. Really, you didn’t get the hype of it all, but the rest of the campers got a kick out of this whole thing.

You did your best to just let them finish, not even bothering to react. You had tried everything you could think of to make it stop but it was useless. For some reason, this was what they found funny, and there was little you could do about it.

“Does she do that a lot-” Tyson started, but you stopped him with a single finger in the air. You knew that their little charade was almost over, and it was best to let them finish. At least then, you could finish your lunch in peace.

“I don’t know, I think it’s just the hell fire” he replied, a dumb shrug on his shoulders as he tossed it away, landing the dig in the same way he did every time.

They would never leave that alone. It didn’t matter if it was during a bonfire, or roasting marshmallows, they always made the hell fire joke. At first, you had tried to remind them that you’d never met your father either, like them, but that didn’t seem to matter.

By this point, they were clearly having too much fun to stop now.

“They’re done now, but  you should probably go sit somewhere else before they start making jokes about you too” you suggested, shooing him away with the back of your hand. Naturally, you assumed that if the rest hadn’t been enough to scare him away, this was certainly going to do the trick.

No one in their right mind would sign up for the kind of ridicule you had to endure every day, but Tyson couldn’t understand your hesitance. Ever after everything, he thought you were cool, and even if you weren’t, no one deserved to be treated like that.

You were the only person he’d ever met who didn’t seem to care about his affliction. When no one else would, you had offered him somewhere to belong, even as small of a gesture as it was.

It meant something to him, and he wasn’t just going to forget it.

It was true that the two of you were polar opposites, literally and figuratively but Tyson couldn’t bear the idea of leaving you alone. You were a little different and it was clear that it would take some time to gain your trust, but he wasn’t against doing that.

One good friend was better than a hundred who wouldn’t be there for him when he needed them.

“I think I’d like to stay, if that’s okay with you” he grinned, taking a second to take in the look on your face as he spoke. You didn’t want them to know, to see how much it affected you, but he could see it.

What they’d said had upset you.

Without much thought at all, he reached across the table to take your hand in his own. It was an action you couldn't have seen coming, or something you knew what to do with but it did what it was designed to do.

Slowly, your hand, that had previously been crunched in a tight fist, relaxed against his own as you allowed yourself to calm down.

It was something that caught you off guard, but you chose to ignore your initial instinct to snatch back your hand from his grasp. There was something much more pressing going on, something you needed to know.

“Why?” You asked, doing your best not to sound super bothered but you couldn’t help it, it didn’t make any sense to you.

What kind of person would risk the ridicule of your entire camp just to be friends with someone like you? If you were in his place, you wouldn’t have done it.

Again Tyson shrugged, giving your question only a second of thought.

“I’ve always liked fire, I think that it’s beautiful” he allowed, earning an instant scoff from you. You knew what he was trying to do, and it may have worked, had he kept that line to himself. No one knew fire better than you, and you’d never considered it beautiful.

You’d never considered it at all, not really.

“It’s dangerous” you counter but before he could even register your words, he’d made up his mind.

“It’s powerful, like you are”

His words were so final, so honest, that even you couldn’t argue. It didn’t matter that you didn’t believe what he was saying, because you knew that he did. Somehow, in less than an hour, he’d managed to learn more about you than anyone else in the camp knew.

It was just the way that he was.

There was something about Tyson that you couldn’t argue with, no matter how hard you tried to poke holes in his argument.

He had this light about him that was so brilliant, and so real. In every way, he was good for the sake of good, and while it didn’t make any sense that he wanted to be anywhere near you, you couldn’t help but be grateful for it.

“How can you think that I’m powerful? You don’t even know me” you asked, completely unsure what he was on. As much as you wanted to believe what he was saying, as much as you wanted it to be the truth, you just weren’t sure.

It wasn’t like he had years of experience by your side. The two of you might as well have been complete strangers, and even still, he felt completely comfortable making such heavy statements about you.

Naturally, you expected some sort of realization or step back on his part since you’d clearly gotten the better of him, but that never came.

It was clear that Tyson was genuinely just that clueless. There was no way he really believed those things about you, or that he really had any interest in what was best for you, he was probably just lonely.

Like you were.

Still, just when you thought you’d once again beat him with logic, Tyson smiled. It was the sort of thing that told you the wheels in his head were turning, that he was coming up with some cheesy crap that you couldn’t argue with.

...And of course, you were right.

“I can see it, it’s right there in the pools of your eyes” he hummed, only serving to confuse you further. He had this ability to say the deepest and most inspiring things as if they were no big deal.

You couldn’t help but struggle a bit with the idea that someone so pure and gentle could enjoy your company so much.

There were certain things that you’d come to understand about yourself since coming to Camp Halfblood, and one of those was that you were incredibly hard to get to know. To be fair, no one had ever put in a real effort to do it, but if they did, you were sure they’d have trouble.

You just didn’t do it well.

To you, it didn’t seem like Tyson should have been any different, but here he was. He’d made it farther in this conversation than most people did in months of knowing you, but that said more about him than you.

He was that kind of person, the kind of person who could find the best in even the worst people.

“It really doesn’t bother you that I'm y’know, evil?” You ask, taking a sip of your cherry soda through a glass straw, unable to keep yourself from biting down on the object slightly as your jaw tensed.

You thought you ought to ask, but that didn’t mean you were looking forward to having to hear his answer. As best you knew, this was going to be it and Tyson would just get up and leave, like he should have done at the start of this.

After a few seconds without an answer from him, you let yourself look at him, trying your best to gage his reaction to what you’d asked.

It wasn’t until this moment that you saw a hint of upset in the blue eye, staring you down as best he could without blushing. He wasn’t angry about your question, but that didn’t make it any easier for him to say what he wanted to.

The only thing that forced the words was his lips was the understanding of just how true they were.

“You aren’t evil, no matter what they say” He coos, a softness in his voice that felt almost intimate. It was something you hadn’t been expecting, but even more unexpected than that was the way your stomach flipped at his words.

Though, before you could say anything else, Tyson let go of your hand and left you all alone at your table, awestruck and at a loss for words.

[ichayalovesyou]

Hiii could I get a pike x autistic!reader (preferably gn or non-binary if possible!) like maybe the reader is anxious about something or they get overstimulated at a party! Ps. Your fics are awesome!!!

Oh shucks! Thank you 💚🖖🏻💚 I’m autistic and trans too so this will probably be good for both of us 😂

Fifth is Touch (Pike x Reader)

Rating: E for Everyone

Word Count: 970

Content: SFW, fluff, just starting to fall in love cuteness, Science Division!Reader, Autistic!Reader, GN!Reader, built in self-grounding toolkit, hand holding, culinary diplomacy gone awry

Teaser: You’re Captain Pike’s plus one to an unofficial diplomatic social event. You got far more than you signed up for and your nerves are not at all happy. But, you are pleasantly surprised to see that Pike has followed you to the balcony to make sure you’re ok.

“Hey, Y/N, are you okay?”

“Yeah… No. I’m not- it’s, there’s a lot in there.”

“Yeah, sure is, can I help you in any way?”

“I don’t know I- I thought it was going to be fine. I wouldn’t have accepted being your plus one if I didn’t think I could handle it. But I did and I couldn’t and now-“

You did not sign up for the Chancellor’s ritual beads being thrown into metal bowls filled with pillars of open flame. Or the kitchen staff breaking out into a fight.

Well, you kinda did, you were in social sciences, and it wasn’t like you hadn’t done your homework, nor was it your first time in the field.

Still, you got much more than you bargained for, you had your limits.

You hoped you didn’t offend anyone by sneaking off to the balcony. This was supposed to be the day you and the Captain would get to work together instead of two completely different departments. Getting off the Enterprise while still on the job (sort of) was supposed to be a nice change of pace.

So much for that idea.

You could feel yourself getting all choked up, frustrated with yourself. Captain Pike put his hand on yours, perhaps having no idea how much safer that made you feel.

“Woah woah hey, it’s alright, if anything I should apologize to you. I had, no idea, that things were gonna get so intense back there. Usually casual dignitary parties like these are pretty dry, all expensive alcohol and humblebrags.” he tried to joke, you smiled weakly at his attempt to make you feel better.

“Still, no excuse. I would never have put you in this position if I knew.” he added, unexpectedly sheepish.

“I know Captain, and, I’ll be ok. I think, I’m just… overwhelmed.”

“Right, you told me about that. Should I leave?”

“No! No, please, don’t, I could use the company.”

Chris stayed put, you don’t know why, but part of you is surprised he did.

“Thank you.”

“Hey, nobody gets left behind, even when we’re both supposed to be off duty.”

You weren’t ready to look at anywhere other than the sea in front of you, but you could feel Captain Pike smiling.

“There’s, there’s this thing I do to come down after getting like this, sort of a sensory checklist, helps me climb back down to earth, so to speak.”

“Do you… want me to do this with you?” he offered, hesitantly.

“If you’d like.”

You took a deep breath.

“I see the ocean, the tides are lower here because there’s no moon.”

“Okay, I see the Tyson system, up there, to the left, the two red giants on either side of that white dwarf.” the Captain pointed it out to you, briefly leaning closer, making you a little flushed  with the proximity, but it passed quickly.

“I hear…” you winced, trying to focus on a specific sound after, well, everything “I hear the waves, and my breath starting to sink up with them.”

“Alright, I hear, something that sounds like Earth seagulls, but I mean, who knows what kind of fauna is out here.”

“I smell… the moisture on the wind coming off of the water.”

“I smell, not to piggyback off of what you said-“

“Piggyback sir?”

“Don’t worry about it, old Earth expression, but you can smell how warm it is outside, the plant life here enjoying it at least.”

“I know what you mean, next is, taste, I taste the salt on the air, seems like their oceans are saltwater.”

“Damn, beat me to it. Well I can still taste the food they gave us before the kitchen staff went supernova. Heh, they should’ve let me in there. Could’ve cooked up something more diplomatic.”

“You would!” hey, you were actually laughing, that was a good sign.

“You must really like the ocean Y/N, everything you’ve said ties back to it.” Pike noted

“I do, the colony I come from is a bi-seasonal island, the ocean was a big part of my life there.”

“I can imagine, when I was a kid my parents, little brothers and I would visit family in Los Angeles and we’d surf on the Pacific.”

“Oh that’s lovely, wait, I forgot one.”

“Oh?”

“Touch, the fifth one.”

“Oh, so, what do you feel?”

“Your hand in mine.”

Pike looked puzzled for a moment, before abruptly realizing he’d never removed his hand from yours earlier. He jerked away, almost apologetically, glancing between you and his hand, rubbing it absentmindedly. If you didn’t know any better, he was as flustered as you were!

“Uh… so…” Pike cleared his throat, it was strange seeing the Captain this embarrassed, it wasn’t a big deal was it? It had been very nice, after all.

“I would give the same answer but, uh, haha, clearly I didn’t notice until just now.” he spluttered.

“That’s okay, I feel a lot better anyway.” You stood up. For once he was looking up at you instead of the other way around. Clearly willing to follow your lead depending on how you felt.

“We could go back in, but there’s a chance the same thing will happen all over again. Besides, we’ve been out here for a while, I think they’ve forgotten we’re here.” You added, the ball was in the Captain’s court now.

“Well, neither of us are here on official Starfleet diplomatic business. I came here as a favor for a friend, and I feel we made good on that promise. And, I don’t particularly want cutlery to be thrown in our direction again in case they disagree on desert too.” He laughed.

“We should go.” you stated, bluntly.

“Agreed, set course for the Enterprise?”

“Yes sir!”

[jeonggukieverse]

I love you, Idiot

Request

hi can I request a tsundere reader with Jungkook? you can add smut if you want. oh and can I the reader be smol? like real tiny in size?? 🧍‍♀️thank you!!

(PS: I don't know if you know what tsundere is, a lot of people don't so it's basically just someone who's real cold/ distant and angry/hot-headed)

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader

Genre: Idiots to lovers, CollegeAU!, Childhood friends AU, Friends To Lovers, fluff, smut, angst (if you squint)

Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it up y'all), idiots, emotional constipation 

Word count: 4.5k+

A/N: This is my first ever request, sorry if it not the best and for any grammar or spelling mistakes :( I really enjoyed writing it though, it was a very good prompt. Hope you like it anon

(i’m not great at describing outfits, but party JK looks like 190616 Jungkook for reference) 

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You hated being small. Not only was it very inconvenient it was also very unattractive in your opinion. In your class all of the other girls were tall and slender with modelesque features. Then there was you. Barely even there. This fact was made painfully more apparent by the 5”10 boy that stuck to you like glue. Speaking of, where was he?

“Wait up, Elfie!” you heard a voice shout, echoing across your college courtyard. Speak of the devil, you thought as you turned around to see him leisurely jogging towards you.

Because your mums were best friends, Jeon Jungkook had been beside you ever since you both could walk. In fact, your first ever memory was of him putting a band aid over your knee after you’d embarrassingly fell off of your bike. You don’t know why but you remember having little butterflies in your tummy as you looked down at him tending your wound. The feeling was bizarre and you acted on what your primal instinct told you to do. You kicked him, not hard but hard enough to frazzle him and knock him onto his butt. In your immature 4-year-old state, you recall telling him “Get off me! I’m not a baby you know!”. You can’t imagine what he must have thought as you proclaimed your maturity while you stood there in pig tails and overalls with puffy red tear-stained cheeks.

Since then, that’s how it had always been. Every time Jungkook showed you any kind of kindness or affection, you’d get all huffy and embarrassed and lash out at him. You didn’t know what this emotion was until Jungkook got his first girlfriend when you were 13. It was only when you saw him holding hands with someone else that the jealousy you felt in your heart was confirmation of the big fat crush you had on him.

“We’re in college now, must you insist on still calling me that stupid name?” you said shortly as he reached his rightful place beside you

“Sorry little elf, some nicknames just stick for life. Plus, you’ll never grow out of it cause you’ll always be my adorable little elf” He retorted while reaching down to ruffle your hair

You felt heat run over your cheeks at his praise and you did what came naturally to you. You punched him in the arm.

“s-shut up Jeon!” you yelled as he giggled “Might have to nickname you Mike Tyson instead Elfie, your punches are getting a lot harder these days haha” he continued to chuckle as you couldn’t help but notice that one dimple in his cheek that also appeared when he was concentrating very hard on somethi-

“Anyway!” he interrupted pulling you out of whatever jeon Jungkook rabbit hole you were about to fall into

“Are you still coming with me to Taehyungs party tonight?” he questioned

“Of course I am, you promised you’d buy me pizza after so I’m contractually obligated now” you said rolling your eyes.

Taehyung was an old teammate of Jungkook’s that went to a different college, they used to play on the same soccer team in 4th grade and I guess they just developed a bond and stayed friends. You weren’t really close to any of Jungkook’s other friends. Part of you was afraid that they’d see past your little act and know how much you liked him. So, you didn’t really hang out with anyone except Jungkook really.

“Nice! Alright Elfie, I need to run cause I’m late for class but I’ll pick you up at 9, yeah? Don’t be late” He semi yelled, already running to class.

True to his word. He was at your dorm room at 9pm on the dot. Regardless of that, you still planned to teas him anyway.

“You’re 20 seconds late jeo-” you stopped midsentence. Jungkook had always been handsome and always had a sense of style you found charming but tonight was a completely different ball game.

There he stood dressed in all black looking like an absolute dream.

“My eyes are up here Elfie” he teased

“Ew! Don’t flatter yourself bunny! I just noticed that this is the first time you haven’t looked like you just rolled out of bed is all” you lied, turning back into your dorm trying desperately to hide your reddening cheeks.

“Is that your way of telling me I look good?” he replied. You couldn’t see him but you could hear the smirk in his voice

“I guess…” you mumbled “Let’s get going before were late” you rushed as you grabbed your bag, hoping this would be the end of this conversation.

"Well since were handing out compliments, I think you look really pretty tonight elfie. your legs look amazing in that dress"

"Shut up!" you yelled as you watched his shoulders bob up and down as he laughed.

"Also, remember to grab your ID! Tae's party is BYOB so, we'll need to swing by the store before we get there" he said absentmindedly leaning on your doorframe as he watched you grab your bits and bobs.

"I feel like I'll lose it, can you look after it for me?"

"Hey, what my elf wants, she gets" he replied while you rolled your eyes.

Honestly speaking, Taehyung's party was actually kind of fun. It was very loud, naturally, so loud the bass of the music made your body feel like it was vibrating. So Jungkook, being himself, took you and a group of his friends outside to sit around the fire pit so you can actually hear one another talk.

Naturally, you spent the whole night stuck to Jungkook’s side. Listening to his stories and watching him animatedly talk about how him and Taehyung used to piss of the coach by ‘accidentally’ coming to practice 15 minutes late and missed the intense part of the warm up.

You were in love with this boy. Why was that so hard for you to admit to him? It’s like every time he would even look at you with the universe shining in those big Bambi eyes, he could see your soul. It’s like he was looking into your truth but choosing to ignore it. He made you so nervous all you wanted to do was climb underneath the surface of the earth and never come out. You felt naked under his gaze, it was uncomfortable but it was a feeling you never wanted to be without.

While you were lost in your thoughts, you felt Jungkook stand up while looking at his phone.

“Everything good, bunny?” you questioned

“Yeah, Elfie, everything’s fine. A friend of mine has just shown up, I’m gonna go grab her”

Her? As confident and beautiful as Jungkook was, you knew he was pretty much allergic to other girls. In the years that you’d known him, the only women he ever spoke to were either related to him or you. Leaving out his 13-year-old girlfriend cause that relationship was the most awkward thing you’d ever seen. Didn’t stop you feeling jealous though. And as you watched him walk away a similar feeling was bubbling in your chest.

“She’s just a friend you know.” A voice beside you rang. You looked over to see Tae looking in your direction.

“They’re partners in their sports science class, that’s how he knows her. No need to look so worried.” He winked. Were you that obvious?

“N-no, it’s not like that. I don’t care who he talks to” you protested eagerly. God, you didn’t sound very convincing at all.

“You didn’t sound very convincing at all” Taehyung snickered, practically reading your mind.

You looked at him, slightly embarrassed, but you joined in on his laughter. You didn’t expect Taehyung to be this nice, honestly. A very pleasant surprise.

You continued casual small talk with Tae until you heard a booming voice in front of you.

“Guys, this is my lovely friend Rose! Be very nice to her, she lets me cheat off her test so I need to stay on her good side” Jungkook joked.

As soon as your eyes set on her, you felt yourself shrink even smaller. She was beautiful and tall and way better than you. She was the kind of girl you’d see on Pinterest drinking Iced coffee and writing on a laptop in Starbucks. She looked like she sociable as her eyes darted to everyone, she met them with a charming smile revealing her perfect teeth. The thing that hurt you the most, they looked amazing together. You could not compete, even if you tried

“Taehyung! Long-time no see! How the hell have you been, still causing trouble?” Rose chimed as she walked over to Tae, almost completely ignoring you. Well, you wished she had completely ignored you cause what she did next was entirely worse.

As she walked over to Tae, her eyes landed on you and she let out an audible gasp. She stopped mid stride, causing people around us to look at her and she loudly proclaimed:

“Oh my gosh you are so cute! You’re actually the most adorable little person I’ve ever seen! I can’t believe it, Kookie, you said she was small but I didn’t know you meant this small, she’s adorable” she proclaimed loudly.

You wanted to completely disappear. Several eyes now landed on you, examining if her words were true. You wanted to simply disappear. At that moment you turned to Jungkook, telepathically pleading for help.

“I know right! She’s fucking adorable” he chortled in agreement looking down at you

“Little Elfie”. That was it, you stood up and left. Completely humiliated and on the verge of tears. You pushed past Jungkook, making sure to give him a punch in his arm as you passed.

You just wanted to leave. You just wanted to be away from people. You didn’t want to exist right at that very moment.

You pushed past the bodies of people in the house and made it to the front door. You were about to pull it open until you felt a hand holding your arm. You knew it was him, so you did what naturally came to you, you spun round and gave him a slap.

Only for you to be humiliated further because you realised, you’d just slapped Kim Taehyung in the front entrance of his own house.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry!”

“Damn, you must really be pissed off at him huh?” he laughed rubbing his cheek trying to play off the fact that you’d just novella slapped him in the face. “let’s get you some air” he said as he led you outside.

You both sat down on the steps of his porch and stared into the night sky. The cold breeze and lack of social stimulation allowed the fact that you had just acted completely irrationally to sink in. And thus furthered your embarrassment.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked, still looking into the sky. You appreciated that he was giving you space and not staring you down in a vulnerable moment.

You let out and exasperated huff of air “I made a completed ass of myself, didn’t I?” you said, looking down into the grass unable to look up as the sky reminded you of him.

“I dint mean to get upset but I’m aware that I’m small, doesn’t mean I like it”

“But your cute thou- “

“That doesn’t matter! I’m in my 20s! I’m an adult and everyone still treats me like a kid. Especially Jungkook. He treats me like I’m made of glass or something. I’m never allowed to be independent or do anything on my own because he won’t let me. Cause he’s always fucking there. Like I’m some charity case or something.” You rushed.

You didn’t really know you felt like that. Once the words started they just wouldn’t stop.

“Damn, does Jungkook know you feel like that?” Tae questioned trying to be as gentle as possible knowing that you were very sensitive right now

“of course not. How could I possibly tell him that I feel babied by him?” you huffed again

“You could try? I’m sure he’d understand and give you some space.” He suggested

You shook your head, not believing him.

“Look, I know you know Jungkook better than anyone. You know that this is just how he is. I remember one summer I broke my leg and had to miss 3 months of practice. Still Jungkook would come to my house every day and fill me in on what I missed. So much so, that it was getting to the point where it was annoying so I had to tell him to chill. We know that’s just how he is; he doesn’t like to see loved ones at a disadvantage. So, he’ll go out of his way to make sure they know they’re valued. Ya know?” He spoke, still looking up.

“I guess you’re right” you agreed, sheepishly.

“Just be honest with the kid, eh? About everything. And I mean everything” his head finally turned to you with his eyebrow cocked. You felt your face redden again.

“Okay, your right, I will” you nodded. As you got up and readied yourself to go back into the trenches of that party, you felt your phone vibrate in your back pocket. It was a text form Jungkook and it read:

You were shocked. Jungkook had never left you on your own before. He must think you’re gonna punch him again.

You asked tae to walk you home and he did. You texted jungkook as you you started getting ready for bed:

No reply. Which was odd but you paid it no mind. Until you did.

It had been 5 days since Jungkook had read your text but hadn’t gotten back to you. This is the longest you’ve gone without seeing him in, well, ever. You were debating whether or not to march over to his dorm until you walked past your campus coffee shop and saw him with Rose.

They were smiling and cozy and looked like they were having a good time. It was then that you had come to the realisation that the thought you had at the party about them looking good together wasn’t induced by the influence of the alcohol but was a stone cold fact. They looked like the kind of couple you’d see in a kdrama and that felt like a dagger to the heart.

You turned back the way you came in an attempt to block the tears but the image of them both was burned in your mind and you were sure it was going to be scorched there forever.

You burst through your dorm door, jumped on your bed and sobbed. All the regrets you had finally pouring out of you, like a dam finally bursting. You don’t know how long you were crying for but when you looked up out your window, it was nightfall. You had probably cried yourself to sleep and it was a firm knock on the door that had disturbed your pity party.

You tried your best to compose yourself as you walked to the door. You hesitantly pulled open the door and there he stood. Jeon Jungkook

“Sorry to bother you but, you left your ID with me. I figured you might nee- Have you been crying?” he interrupted himself.

“No!” You said sharply

“Oh, okay. Well, here you go” he said as he placed the ID in your palm.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Is that it? You se me with puffy eyes, a runny nose and moist cheeks and you just leave?” you yelled

“I asked you if you were crying, you said ‘no’, so I was going to be on my way. I didn’t wanna push you” he rebuttled with unarguable logic

“But I was obviously lying! Do you just not care anymore?! Now you have Rose, you just don’t care?!”

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME _____?!” he yelled. You cant remember the last time he’d used your actual name  

“Wow, so that’s it? Years of friendship over because you found someone else” your voice cracked as you held back tears

“_____, what are you talking about? Rose has a girlfriend. Plus you’re the one who was sat bitching to Taehyung about how suffocating I am and how I baby you but when I finally listen and decide to give you space, you lash out at me. So please, please tell me, what the fuck is going on in that brain of yours”

“IM IN LOVE WITH YOU! YOU JERK!” You screamed.

There was a stillness after your revelation. Not an awkward one like you’d expected, it was like a calmness after a storm, like everything was back to how it was meant to be or maybe it had become something new and better entirely.

“What?” he asked softly

“I’m in love with you” you said looking away from him now, so much for the stillness. “I always have been. I never told you cause I never know how and I knew you saw me as nothing more than a little kid you needed to take care of.” You grumbled

After a brief pause, Jungkook began to laugh. Not just a little snort or chuckle but a full-blown belly laugh at the front door of your dorm. You’re not gonna lie, it stung a little

“I’m glad you find me so funny asshole” you said as you swung back ready to punch him. He grabbed your fist before you could strike.

“Hey what are- “he cut off your rant with a kiss. As your lips met, all the feelings of embarrassment and anger melted away and the calmness returned. This felt right”

He pulled away, arms wrapping around your waist.

“You idiot, I love you too. You were always so cold towards my affection I just assumed it was one sided. The only way I could show how much I cared for you was by always being by your side. It was the only thing you never punched me for” he said as he looked into your eyes

You wanted to hit him again but you fought your instinct and instead caressed his face and pulled him into another kiss.

You felt like you weighed nothing as Jungkook carried you across your dorm over to your bedroom, legs now wrapped around his waist. Still fully captivated with your lips on his, you hadn’t realised that he had stopped at the bottom of your bed with you still in his arms.

With his knee now pressed into the mattress, he placed you down gently on your sheets; hair sprawled out delicately on your pillows before his smooth lips went back to giving desperate kisses.

With your eyes shut tight, due to sheer embarrassment, you felt Jungkook’s lips trail down your jaw. You paused, held your breath, while you felt his tongue across the skin of your neck. Instinctively, you raised your hand brushed your fingers through Jungkook’s dark locks as his kisses to your neck became more vigorous. You could feel his entire weight pressing into you, and it only made you want him more.

Jungkook could clearly see your chest rising and falling as he undid the buttons of your shirt. You watched him as he began to shed the material off your body – feeling the cold air of your room come into contact with your naked chest.

Suddenly, you remembered where you were, what you were doing and who you were doing it with and you suddenly became shy again.

“D-don’t look at me, you perv” you chastised while raising your hands to cover yourself. Jungkook immediately took you by your wrists – pinning them to the bed.

“You don’t hide from me _____” the deep softness of his voice sent goosebumps along your skin.

“Do you want this, _____? Do...do you want me to do this?”

“S-stop calling me that!” you pouted. Your name sounded foreign on his lips  

“Oh?”, he said, with a mischievous smirk in his tone, “I thought you didn’t like Elfie”

“I don’t like it…I just like that it’s what you call me” you whispered bashfully unable to look at him.

You felt the breath of his chuckle hit your naked skin and the sensation made your underwear damper than it already was.

“Well, if that’s what my Elfie wants, it what she gets”

He continued his trail down your body stopping just before your folds, noticing that you were now rolling your hips ever so slightly and in desperate need of some form of friction.

“Not so tough now, are we princess? Look how desperate you are for me” he teased while slowly pulling down your underwear. You almost begged, but your pride held it in. You knew you would not be able to take the anticipation any more as you felt his breath fan over your wetness.

Without any more hesitation, Jungkook let his tongue pass his lips and lightly trail over your slit, feeling you gasp from the contact. You felt his tongue pass through your folds as he began giving you small, gentle licks to get you used to the sensation.

“Jungkook....oh my gosh...” you moaned, feeling his tongue put more pressure on your swollen nub before his lips covered it – sucking hard and pleasuring you in the most intense way you had ever felt.

Your sounds filled your room while you made eye contact with him between your legs.

“Why the hell are you looking at me?” you groaned trying to maintain your bravado. Your body betrayed you though as you found yourself letting out a loud moan while you found yourself reaching with your hand down towards his free one, and Jungkook instantly picked up on your need to have your fingers intertwined in his. He took your hand – letting you squeeze the upper-side of his palm, and he loved the feeling. Of you. Of you needing him.

“Are you sure you want to do this? We can stop if you don’t feel comfortable, Elfie.”  he looked you dead in your eyes with his thumbs resting on the waistline of his jeans.

You nodded at him silently “I want you Kookie…just – don’t be too rough with me, okay?” you said gently, finally allowing yourself to be gentle with him.

Jungkook smiled at you, taking note that you were allowing him in. Both your heart and your body.

“I’ll be gentle...this time, princess” he murmured with deviance, leaving you with a shocked look on your face as you thought “This time...meaning, there’ll be a next time?”

Jungkook positioned himself slowly at your entrance, leaning his weight on his knees as the moonlight shone through your window and cascaded shadows over your body. You looked like a dream. You looked like his dream.

“______” Jungkook whispered softly, gazing into your stare while he ran the back of his finger along your burning cheek. “I-” he paused as you hung off his every word.

“I love you”

“I- love you too, Jungkook” you replied without needing any time to think about it. In any other situation, you would have probably stopped breathing at his confession and hit him but upon hearing his tender, delicate confession while you were both at your most vulnerable state, you could only smile and pulled him in for a gentle kiss. This was it; he had broken down your walls and you were his.

As the kiss turned sweet, you felt the tip of his cock probe your entrance – sliding himself in as gently as he could. You shut your eyes tight, relishing in the feeling of his intrusion as he explored your body. Jungkook almost gasped at your tightness gripping his shaft – how warm you made him feel had him rendered almost completely still. He stopped at certain intervals, making sure you were okay in between kisses.  Before he finally sunk his length inside you entirely, you whimpered into his ear, lightly trailing your nails along the skin of his shoulder blades. Jungkook returned his forehead to yours, both your lips ghosting over each other’s as he pulled back out slowly – before entering you once more. Soft sighs and gasps left both of your lips as Jungkook kept a slow, controlled movement – knowing that he had played with you enough beforehand to ready you for the experience

He leaned back, placing his hands on either side of your rib-cage as he repositioned his legs beneath him. “If it’s too much I’ll stop” he panted, seeing you nod he began setting a slightly quicker pace inside you. You could feel the natural curve of his cock reach deep within your snug tightness, making you moan his name along with a string of curses.

“Say my name again Elfie..., you sound so pretty. I want to hear you...louder...” Jungkook produced a low growl as he gripped your frame tighter. You obeyed his commands, letting his name fall from your lips “Jungkook” you mewled

“Not that name, baby” he replied while thrusting into you.

“Please…Kookie” you corrected, earning you a needy groan from him.  You raised your arms above your head and rested them on the top end of the pillow. Jungkook became captivated by the natural bounce of your breasts below him with each thrust he gave you, reaching up to hold both of them in each hand while caressing you in a gentle, yet forceful way.

You didn’t blush at the sound of your lewd wetness lapping between your legs or at the sound of his skin slapping against yours. In fact, you found yourself loving those sounds, mixed with Jungkook’s deep growling and panting that let you know he felt damn good inside you.

Jungkook pressed his lips to yours a final time, before feeling the tightness of your orgasm contract around his length – hearing you cry out as he swallowed your voice with his kisses. As you dug your nails into his back, Jungkook hissed at the sensation – before letting go entirely and spilling his seed into you. You loved hearing him shamelessly moan your nickname over and over again in your ear, feeling him twitch inside you – before feeling his tensed-up muscles relax on top of you.

“Elfie...” Jungkook whispered, large breaths escaping both your lips as he slowed his movements, gently pulling himself out of you.

You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t even formulate a basic thought, for all you could feel was the purest form of happiness.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Jungkook returned to your side, his eyes searching your features for any sign of pain or discomfort. But instead, he was met by a faint, gentle smile on your lips.

“I’m...I’m great. You’re great. Kookie…” you replied hazily, pressing your hand to his chest and taking another look at his naked body next to yours.

You both rested there, wrapped up in each other’s post orgasmic embrace in comfortable science. Both not realising that the other was thinking the same thing:

‘I love you, idiot’

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