#telev x reader

Anonymous said: Congrats on getting 500 followers! For the AU prompts, can I have flirting headcanons for Neighbors! AU with Telev please?

You didn’t really like your neighbour. At. All.

For one thing, Telev (what sort of a name is Telev, anyways?) was insufferable. It was a surprise that his body could contain such an ego.

You knew him from college, but just barely. He dropped out to join the army in his second year.

To you, not so much of a loss. He was no genius, and was more the street-smarts than book-smarts type.

But even so, he had his own mystique back then. He barely talked to anyone, had no real friends that anyone could think of.

After retiring from the army, he now worked as a personal trainer, and unfortunately, you noticed.

He had a better physique than most guys you met.

And he drove a monster of a car that you were 99% sure he neglected to put mufflers on.

No amount of “you know what they say about men with big cars…” jokes could possibly comfort you when you awoke to the sound of tires squealing.

You were on the verge of keying his car at one point. Or worse.

But the guy didn’t seem aware of his own idiocy. In fact, it seemed as if he thought he was the most superior person on Earth.

One time you were waiting on the curb for a cab to pick you up, dressed very nicely because you were going to a friend’s birthday party, and he walks by, eyeing you from head to toe.

“Someone should call the fire department. All of a sudden, it’s gotten quite a bit hotter.”

Caught off-guard, your cheeks flushed red and you turned away. If you expected some follow-through, you didn’t get any.

But for a few days after, you replayed that line in your head. The way he said it. Not at all lewdly, but as if he was making an off-hand comment. Yet there was something deeper in his voice, something raw, almost intimidating.

After that, when you crossed paths, he’d give you a curt nod, perhaps the tiniest smile, and you were on edge.

Was he trying to make you crack?

If so, you’d make him break first.

You started returning his infinitesimal smiles with even smaller winks. You wore clothes that you knew you looked good in.

Sometimes, you’d rush up to him with small, neighbourly problems.

“I was planning on making cookies and I ran out of sugar. You don’t happen to have any, do you?”

Turns out that he was a decent baker. More than decent.

“My grandmother taught me. But don’t go saying that, I have something of a reputation to uphold.”

But it was that comment about the car that really did it.

Telev was washing his car, and you walked straight up to him. And without blinking…

“You know what they say about guys with big cars? Prove me wrong.”

For a moment, he just stood there. And then he started laughing. And he kept laughing, as he leaned down to kiss you. A rather sweet kiss.

@babixjenii said: Hi! I asked for a Telev a while ago with #11 & 19, & I wanted to thank you for writing that, it was amazing! Would you be able to mix #10 & 33 for him too? Or you can write for just one prompt! I hope you have an amazing trip to Portugal! <3

Illiquation: “The melting of one thing into another.”

Vespertine: “Relating to, occurring, or active in the evening.”

The ground was hard, and the air was cold as hell, but you had never felt more comfortable and content in your life. Thousands of stars shone above you, glowing like tiny and distant fires in the fabric of night’s dark cloak. A pair of arms encircled you, a head rested on your shoulder.

“We call that constellation ashaan, or the soldier,” Telev said, pointing to a cluster of about seven stars, arranged in a pattern not unlike Orion. “It is said that when a brave Andorian dies, he will join the ashaan in the empyrean.”

“Well, it’s nice to know where your ‘undiscovered country’ is,” you joked. One of Telev’s antenna quirked to the side – a sign of curiosity.

“Undiscovered country? That’s rather poetic,” he said.

“One of the greatest playwrights of Earth coined that term. William Shakespeare. He said that the fear of something after death makes us bear the pain of living.”

“He sounds like a brave warrior himself, this… Shake-speare.”

“The pen is mightier than the sword.”

“Only if it is sharp.”

The two of you laughed aloud, the sounds of your joy rising into the sky and echoing on the barren moor you had chosen as your stargazing spot.

“What about that one?” you asked, pointing to a smaller arrangement of stars. Telev’s blue lips twisted into a smile.

“That,” he said, pressing a small kiss into the crook of your shoulder. “Is the ukiin. The heart. It’s a popular motif on jewelry gifted to one’s significant other, or close family.”

Telev’s hand slipped underneath the collar of his coat, and pulled out a silver chain with a tiny pendant. On the pendant, there were three small, pale green crystals in the shape of the constellation you had just seen.

“My brother and I have a matching set, although his is blue,” Telev explained. “We rarely see each other, given our postings in the Andorian fleet. But I remember that Shalas and I joked when we were very young that we would give these necklaces to our own beloveds. Shalas already gave his away, to the woman who is soon to be his wife.”

“Seems like you lost the race,” you teased.

“(Y/N), this is not a second place I would be ashamed of,” Telev said. “It means I waited for the right person.”

Pulling the chain over his neck, he held it out to you. You saw a rare, nervous gleam in his eyes.

“Will you take it, (Y/N)?” Telev asked. “For there is no one I’d rather entrust my heart to.”

For a moment, you couldn’t say a thing. You could feel tears welling in your eyes, but you couldn’t find the words to say. Finally, you just resorted to a nod, throwing your arms around Telev.

“You humans are rather emotional,” Telev said, trying to suppress a laugh.

“Oh, shut up,” you said, pulling him in for a kiss. He pulled back rather quickly, to your dismay, with a puzzled expression on his face.

Anonymous said: Hey! Congrats on 300 followers! Can I request #11 with Telev please? (:

Anonymous said: Telev with his s/o loving sunlight (#19) please?

Author’s note: I decided to combine these two requests. Hope you enjoy!

Basorexia: “An overwhelming desire to kiss”.

Heliophelia: “Desire to stay in the sun; love of sunlight”.

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“Tell me,” you murmured, gently running your hands up and down Telev’s arms. “What is a sunrise like on your world?”

There was a pause before Telev replied. His face was settling into a blissful expression, his eyes closed and a smile forming on his thin lips.

“Certainly not this colourful,” he said. “The sun on Andoria shines with a light of the palest shade of blue, so bright, yet it cannot cut through the cold.”

“Have you ever thought of writing poetry, love?” you asked Telev, pressing a quick and chaste kiss to his shoulder. He turned his head to nudge your lips to his. As he kissed you, you felt the planet’s warm and soothing sunlight crest over the rugged horizon, casting shades of deep orange and rosy gold across your faces.

“If I did write poetry,” Telev whispered between kisses. “I couldn’t possibly describe everything you mean to me in a few simple verses.”

“Try,” you breathed, pulling away so that your faces were mere inches apart. From this close, you could see every miniscule fleck of colour in Telev’s eyes. “Tell me.”

“Now?”

“Why not? Uncertain of yourself?”

“Certainly not,” Telev said, but paused hesitantly. You laughed, a full, airy sound that rang across the deserted field.

“It doesn’t have to be a poem. I’ll go first, if you want,” you offered.

“No, I will go first,” Telev said, his voice sinking low. One of his hands took yours as he began to speak again. “(Y/N), this sunrise, and every sunrise after, will forever be twined with the memory of your glowing smiles, your brilliant eyes, the touch of your kiss that I long for from morning till night. I will see the first light of the day, and I will remember you. And I will turn to you, seeking your love straight from the wellspring of your lips.”

Telev paused, searching for approval in your expression. He saw something more. The Andorian raised your hand to his mouth, gallant as he was the first time he invited you to his home.

“Well?” Telev asked playfully, a complete contrast to his serious declaration only seconds before. “Do you want to go next?”

Anonymous said: I just found your blog, and I adore your writing! Can I request a drabble with Telev trying to court a male s/o?

Author’s note: Luckily, I have a massive Star Trek Encyclopedia, and I could find this character who has exactly one (1!) appearance in Enterprise. And I watched that one appearance (Season 2, Cease Fire) :) As usual, all my imagines, headcanons and drabbles are gender neutral, so everyone can read!

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Andorians were anything but subtle. And when it came to Captain Telev, one of the most skilled officers in the Andorian fleet, he was very persistent on top of that. You had entered your quarters to find them curiously quiet, before a body tackled you to the ground, knocking the wind out of you. Struggling to regain control, you tried to pin your assailant to the ground, but to no avail. You looked up to see Telev attempting to restrain you, and your eyes widened.

“What the hell are you doing?” you shouted, and Telev immediately got off of you. With pleasure, you saw that you had dealt him a good blow across the jaw.

“In my culture,” Telev began to explain. “The Andorian female initiates courtship by attacking her mate. As neither of us are Andorian females, I decided to take the unorthodox liberty of doing it myself.”

All the thoughts in your head screeched to a halt as you processed his statement. You did like Telev, and you had told him your feelings recently. He didn’t seem averse to what you said, but he also didn’t say that he reciprocated them. You did the only thing you could do in this situation. You burst into laughter. 

“In my culture we do something called dating,” you replied. “Or we give gifts to people we care for. I’ve never been attacked before, and while I do respect your traditions, I’d prefer to be ‘courted’ in a less... violent way.”

You weren’t sure if the message had gotten across to Telev, but the next day, when you entered your quarters, there was a small swath of Andorian silk and a rose on the bedside table, with a small note beside it.