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minnieves · 2 years

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you've been meaning to fuck soobin, but doesn't know how. a small conversation with hyuka revealed that he wanted to try choking someone while fucking them.

"noona, can we keep this between us?" hyuka asked you when he realised what he told you. a hand covering his mouth, slightly tappin on the table waiting for your reaction. you gave him a small smile. "hyung would kill me."

"no worries hyuka," you smiled again. you sipped your drink, and changing the topic. making hyuka sighed to his seat, thinking you'd forget about it. but you can't just forget something about soobin and choking.

you invited soobin over for dinner. no particular reason. just hoping that the night would end with sex. you glanced at your pray, who's just eating his food while eating.

"you've been quiet. do you have a lot of thing on your mind?" he asked you. noticing how the conversation you're having is just him talking. you glanced back at him, pretending that you weren't just fantasising about his hands on your neck.

"nothing! i was just thinking about the meal." you told him smiling.

"really?" he asked you sounding sarcastic. his eyes travelled to your lips, making you lick them on purpose. "what is it really?"

"how long does dinner goes before we make out?" you asked him sounding innocent to his ears.

"what?" he asked you, shocked with what you just told him.

"how was the meal?" you changed topic. sipping at the wine you poured yourself earlier. you even pointed at the meal with your wine glass.

"it was good," he answered. confused if you just ask him to make out with you or if he just misheard your question.

you stood by the couch, watching soobin lean on it. his eyes are closed, head thrown back. worst case scenario is he'd reject you y/n. you told yourself. you walked towards soobin, holding his chin as you lean back. his eyes shot open, and you leaned in to kiss him.

the kiss started off with just you, and soobin following after a while.

"soobin!" you gasped when he suddenly flipped the both of you. you're now beneath him. your back in contact with the back of the couch. soobin only bring his lips back to yours.

you feel his hand caressing your chin. you grasp this. bringing it down your neck.

"y/n no." he said softly. like he was asking you for more, but not. leaving you contemplating under him.

"i'd guide you," you told him. soobin pulled away from you, looking at your reaction as if reading you. his thumb softly rubbing your neck.

you brought his hand higher, positioning it to the proper placement. you looked at soobin before applying pressure on it, with your hand hovering over his.

"you won't hurt me soobin." you reassured him. soobin closed the gap between you. the pressure on your neck varying like he was testing the waters. you moaned when he applied a certain pressure that makes you gasp for more.

he pulled away watching your reaction, seeing if your in pain. he let go of the area. thumb going to your lips making you gently suck on it.

"you have no idea what you just did to me y/n," he whispered. making you smile slightly on his thumb. soobins tongue darting out as he watched your action. then slowly, a smirk crept on his lips. "oh y/n."

#txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt smut #soobin hard thoughts #txt imagines #txt scenarios

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mooodyblue · 1 year

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polar plunge | elvis x gn!reader

summary: (requested) you come up with an idea to help elvis raise money for charity, but it takes some convincing to do.

warnings: cursing? i think that's it.

wc: 1.4k

note: this was written with 69/70's elvis in mind, hope i did this request justice 🫶🏼

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elvis had your hand in his as you two were curled up in front of the fire, a soft record from his collection playing in the background. it was a cozy evening, just talking about upcoming plans for after the new year. there was a brief period of silence where you just enjoyed each other's company. you had your head resting on his shoulder as he glanced outside the window, watching the snow fall. “y’know, it’s a damn shame” he broke the silence

you lifted your head and looked out the window, “what is?”

he kept his eyes still on the snow. “some people aren’t as fortunate as me. not as lucky.” he started. “the way we struggled growin’ up…people are still dealin’ with that, some people have it worse than i did.”

you frowned at the sudden conversation. one of the things you admired about elvis was how much he wanted to give. any time he had a friend in need or ran into a stranger in need, he did everything he possibly could to help them. money? a new car? a new house? hospital bill? he had it covered. that doesn't even count the money he donates privately plus the charity concerts and events he occasionally holds.

"i always feel like i'm not doin' enough." he sighed.

suddenly, an idea popped into your head. a lightbulb would be over your head if it were humanly possible. you lifted your head off his shoulder and asked, "can i suggest something?" elvis turned to look at you. "a polar plunge." he looked at you like you were crazy. "don't look at me like that! it was just a suggestion! anyway, it'd be a fun way to raise money."

"baby, i love you. but you're talkin' crazy. ain't no way in hell am i gettin' in below-freezing water." he shook his head, letting out a small laugh. he turned his head back to the snow, still slightly laughing at your suggestion.

"and miss the chance to see me in a swimsuit?"

if elvis turned his head any faster, his neck would have snapped right off. "i'm listenin'."

you rolled your eyes, smacking him playfully on his arm. "you could get the guys involved too. we'd raise a pretty good amount of money especially if it's you doing it." you also just felt like seeing his mafia suffer for a few minutes just for the hell of it. you hated having to share elvis with them sometimes.

elvis had to really think about it. he really didn't want to do it, but it was a good idea. god, he hated how it was a good idea. but it was for charity, after all. he’d get to cuddle up with you afterward too which was a bonus. it would take some convincing of the mafia though, that’s for sure. they often said yes to everything he did, but this may be pushing it for them. picturing red or jerry running through freezing cold water got a chuckle out of him. “yea, alright. let’s see what we can do.”

when it came down to planning the event, the guys thought he was insane.

“e.p, you’ve come up with some crazy ideas in your life but that just might be the craziest one of them all. i’m tappin’ out.” sonny crossed his arms. the rest of the group chipped along with him in agreement.

red nodded along with him, taking a swig from his glass. “you wanna raise money so bad, come up with somethin’ else.”

everyone started complaining, talking over each other and trying to brainstorm better ideas. elvis wasn’t gonna have it though. “thats enough!” he shouted over the group of men. “i don’t care what y’all wanna do and what y’all don’t want to do. this is what i want to do and you’re all gonna do it regardless of what you think.”

they all looked at each other, lamar raising an eyebrow. “or what?”

elvis shot him a stern look in return. “you really wanna ask that question?” they should know better than to push the man and test his limits, he rarely took no for an answer for a reason. “because if ya don’t, you’re all fired.” and elvis was serious about it. “and anyway, for each one of you that does do it, it's more money that goes to kids. either don't do it and feel like shit or do it, feel like shit but know you did it for a good cause.”

you let out a small giggle at the last statement, catching an angry look from lamar. “i’ll double it if you all join in.” you shrugged.

“see!” elvis exclaimed. “now, let's pick out a date.”

even though it was your idea, you were still nervous. so now here you were, wrapped in a jacket with a new swimsuit underneath it, shivering as a cold breeze came through the air. everyone but elvis looked like they didn't want to be there, which was understandable. it was a good thing you didn't suggest costumes, that could have caused an even bigger argument. it was colder than you had thought it'd be. thankfully it had stopped snowing a few hours ago. there were also cameras everywhere, why did you decide this was a good idea? this is for a good cause, you reminded yourself. elvis interrupted your thoughts, placing a hand on your shoulder. “when we're done, i’ll send the boys away and we can get another fire goin’ at home.” he whispered in your ear. “sounds wonderful.” you smiled at him, nodding.

“alright, y'all ready?” elvis threw his coat off along with everyone else, getting in a line by the shore facing the freezing-cold water. elvis was beside you with jerry on the opposite side of you, muttering out a quiet i don't wanna be here. to himself. elvis took your hand, holding onto it tightly. “we'll go in together.” you let out a sigh of relief, enjoying the small bit of warmth from his hand in yours. people behind you started counting down. you couldn't believe you were really doing this. the countdown finished and everyone was rushing into the icy water. elvis made sure to not let go of your hand the whole time you were running.

letting out a shriek as your feet hit the cold water, elvis laughed softly and held onto your waist as you got as deep as you could. “why is it so fucking cold?!” you shouted.

“why are you askin’? this was your idea!” the cold was getting to elvis now, who looked over at his friends who were suffering even worse than you and elvis were. although, some of them were off making bets of who could stand in the water the longest. elvis couldn't take it any longer, he picked you up from the water, carrying you out as the many cameras surrounding the area captured every moment. he quickly wrapped a coat around you before putting one on himself, watching his friends still wander around in the water. “you think one of ‘em’s gonna come back sick? placin’ my bets on lamar.” he wrapped his arms back around you, holding you close with your back pressed against his front.

you scoffed, shivering in his hold. “are you kidding? it's gonna be sonny for sure.”

everyone eventually returned from the water, having been called out to prevent any risk of hypothermia. he really had the most stubborn group of friends to walk on this earth. elvis finished up his interviews and talking with the camera crews before sending his friends off and telling them to go warm up. and as elvis said he would, he brought you back home to graceland and set up a fire. you were both in comfy, warm sweaters under a blanket in front of the fireplace, a cup of hot chocolate in your hand. “what do you think? stupidest idea i've ever come up with or the best idea i've ever come up with?” you asked jokingly.

he poked at the fire once more before scooting back and up against you. “well, it was an idea.”

you took a sip from your mug. “at least we raised money though, i just hope nobody got sick.”

“i wouldn't worry about ‘em.” he shrugged. “maybe we should do that again next year.” elvis suggested.

“please, god no.”

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#elvis x reader

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dumtranskitty-2 · 1 year

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Interacting wif her posts like Ur gently tappin on da glass of a lil kity at da petstor.. :3

#just pet thoughts

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blitzendoggo · 1 year

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A Spectacle

Fight night goes a little differently, this time with a fruity little twist.

Erik Statton/Garrick Whitman (848 Words)

A hush falls over the contestants as the Game Master appears at the top of the Stadium, his characteristic bright smile gracing his lips as he sips from a colorful drink in one hand.

The mysterious man bounds down the stairs and easily jumps down the ten-foot walls into the center of the arena without spilling his overfilled glass. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Business Venture’s first Fight Night!” his voice rings throughout the stadium, magically enhanced in some manner as a spotlight falls on him. “The first fight of the night,” he throws his hands out to his sides in a dramatic broad gesture and uses illusion magic to illuminate two men on either side of him on the viewing platform, “Round One: Garrick Whitman versus Erik Statton!”

“Of fucking course,” Erik groans as he picks his shield and spear off the ground and cautiously approaches the ladder while Garrick hops over the fence with practiced ease and lands hard on the sand-covered ground.

The lights come up on the first fight of the night. The arena is a barren circle with ten-foot stone walls stretching up. At the top of the walls stands the other opponents watching with apt interest -or malicious joy- and hundreds of Geralds in the stands behind them. The unblinking, glowing eyes of the Geralds match the shimmering stars above their heads, sending a shiver down Erik's spine as he scans his surroundings.

He quickly shifts his gaze to the dwarf standing at the opposite end of the arena. He holds a sword in one hand and tries to seem intimidating, but Erik can see through it. Whitman’s eyes are alight with a nervous energy that seems to radiate out from him.

Erik shifts the spear in his hand, testing the weight in his hand as he hoists up shield up a little higher.

“Why did I agree to this?” he grumbles, pushing his heel back to brace for the fight to begin, but is distracted by something slick touching his heel. “The hell?” He chances a glance at his feet and is irritated to find a slick, grey-tinted liquid surrounding him. A slew of quiet curses mixed with Twist’s name fall from his mouth as he kicks sand over the grease to give himself a chance to move.

A rope appears seemingly from the ceiling, falling gracefully into the Game Master’s outstretched hand. He locks one knee around it and pulls the rope flush with him as he says with far too much enjoyment for the tiefling’s liking, “first to three successful hits wins the round and moves on!” As if cued by his words, the Game Master, grinning like a child with a toy gun, is lifted off the ground by the rope and carried to the press box that overlooks everything. “Fight!”

Garrick apprehensively takes a step forward and Erik readies his spear.

It may not be clear to the people watching from elsewhere on the ship, but none of the opponents -except for Munson and Twist- want to fight, so everyone is wound tight like a bowstring, ready to snap.

“If only I could relax the damn string,” the tiefling thinks ideally before an idea occurs to him.

With a shaking breath, he straightens to his full height and discards his shield and spear.

“What in the hell are you doin’?!” Whitman growls, glancing around for traps.

“Trust me,” Erik says low enough for only the dwarf to hear before turning to the Game Master’s observation area. “I concede! I ain’t fightin’!”

“What the fuck is your play here?” Garrick demands, lowering his sword slightly as surprised whispering ripples through the contestants.

Erik gives him a tiny smile and cocks an eyebrow before returning his attention to the press box. “Give him the point, I’m tappin’ out.”

“Mr. Statton, I’m afraid you misunderstand the rules,” the Game Master says over some speaker system that the tiefling did not know was present. “You must give us a spectacle.”

“A spectacle, huh?” the young man parrots back. A smug expression crosses his face as he spares the dwarf a devious glance before looking back. “And I suppose you thought that would be me fightin’ my ‘enemy’.”

“That would be correct,” the Game Master says, an irritated edge to his voice. “Now if you would proceed with the show, Mr. Statton.”

The tiefling’s tail flicks dangerously behind him. He looks to Garrick, who thinks for a moment before nodding with a small grin of his own. “How’s this for a spectacle?” He easily steps over the grease, leaving his discarded weapons, and walks confidently over to Whitman. He steeps low and grabs the dwarf by the lapels of his suit jacket, and kisses him deeply, pointedly ignoring the very loud gasps.

He pulls back and reveals a golden chain necklace from under his shirt and proudly displays the ornate ring hanging from the bottom of it.

“It’s Mr. Whitman to you, bub.” He takes Garrick’s hand who happily obliges, a shit-eating grin on his face. “And I ain’t fightin’ my husband.”

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aquatic-anxiety · 24 days

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[Thunk.]

< hi m8 :D >

< doin ok? >

< heard u got >

< puppy :D >

[Thunk]

< and uve been >

< adventurin!! >

< brought sm g >

< ear 4 u :D > 🎗

[HAI PEG!!]

[What do you have :0?]

#tappin on the glass #yaoiverse #fish food (asks)#🎗️ a pocketful of crows (Peg)

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fixcarpetrepairperth · 8 months

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c4nonball · 2 years

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how i have fun on twitter is i treat everyone there like a child would treat a monkey in a glass cage at the zoo. tappin. observin. gigglin

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unproduciblesmackdown · 5 years

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OH my god speaking of youtube, i was just Back On This Vid cuz im watching all sorts of shit while drawing these memes & i scroll down to appreciate the one comment where someone rhapsodizes about how excellent this production is, They Get It—

and so anyways i also see this one & expand the replies cuz, i dunno, and it’s the dude who posted the video / plays dr parker replying THREE MERE DAYS AGO…….like this video is literally a month away from being 8 yrs old but he’s still on it!! it seems pointless to ask but i wanna barge in like PLEASE are there other clips!!! i’m dying, william spinnato!!!!! but i’m not sure i remember my youtube account login like, at all

#will roland #yes that’s him!!#im desperate because will and because honestly i easily believe this is the best production of this musical based on this one number #help me william spinnato!!! youre my only hope dude #edit: yeah i just tried i definitely don’t remember my login #help me william....i’m tap tap tappin on the glass....waving thrhough the windohoah...#february 2011 nyu steinhardt players club bat boy production starring will roland

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echos-newlegs · 3 years

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So, I have big ol’ glasses and have not been able to get the thought of making out with tech and our glasses catching or bumping or something awkward like that out of me head all day. May I pretty please request an awkward first kiss?

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OH MY GOSH YES PLEASE- I have always had big nerdy type glasses(according to my friend). These pair I have rn are legit aviator frames, because they transition to sunglasses in the sun and then I feel like a badass. Since I can't always wear my contacts and aviators. Last pair made me look like female Garth from Wayne's World according to my grandma. They're the thick plastic black frames, y'know?? (I love them still.) So this idea, THIS won me over. Thank you so much for the prompt. I am really in the mood to write Tech fluff rn 😩

Warnings: Tech being insecure about how he looks. First kiss, first I love you's, y'all are in a relationship but just a bit awkward about initiation so it took a bit for stuff to happen like kisses and stuff. Nothing bad though, I don't think I even cussed in this fic 😎👍

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"Excuse me, I need by real quick." His words were quick while you stood at the counter in your guys work area. Tinkering with one of Echos prosthetic legs that he damaged in battle. The moment Tech spoke you shifted to the side. Not taking your eyes from what you were doing. In fears that you would mess up and only disappoint your friend with your handy work. You weren't expecting a firm hand to grasp your waist. Pushing you further to the side, gently.

"I need by," Tech repeated. Then reached up into one of the shelves to grab a handful of wires.

"Could've asked me to move over more." You teased him. A small smirk playing at your lips. Though your eyes stayed down.

Tech watched you for a moment or two, maybe three. He was staring at your focused expression, then down to your project.

"I could've," he repeated. As if it was the obvious. "But you seemed too focused. I only figured moving you would be easier."

You looked up this time. Catching his eyes, which locked with yours. His helmet was over his head still. Even though the two of you had been back on the ship for quite some time now. Messing around and fixing up items in the work area.

You adjusted your own glasses, before reaching out to run the tips of your fingers over the side of his helmet.

"Tech," you called out, watching his eyes move over your face. To your lips, your eyes, your cheeks, studying you. As if you were a book he was reading.

"Yes, my dear?" He responded softly. Moving one of his hands up to hold the back of yours against the plastoid of his helmet.

"Can you take it off?" You asked, watching your lover closely. "You've wore it all day. You even took your upper armor off, c'mon.." you pleaded. You knew he was insecure about his facial features. The way his skin and hair was lighter than his brothers. His narrow features and body and face littered with reddish brown freckles. His body was a whole other story, and you were sure you wouldn't see it bare for quite some time.

"Please, let me see you." You pried, hoping your please and gentle words would persuade the geeky guy, and to your surprise. It did.

Both of his hands lifted to the sides of his helmet. Tilting it forward, and then pulling it up to remove the barrier from his handsome features.

"Better?" He asked, a small smile gracing his lips. Though you could see the hesitation in his eyes. The want to pull it back on and race over to his work once more. Ignoring your kind words and gestures for him to keep it off.

"Way better, now I get to see your handsome face." You reassured. Tapping the tip of his nose with your finger. A proud smile tugging up on your lips at the way he awkwardly readjusted his glasses with a bashful chuckle and smile.

"You're only saying that because we're together, I'm not-" you frowned. The way your smile faltered caught his attention, causing his statement to cut short.

"Tech," you repeated his name again, like a prayer. As if it were the only name you needed to know in these moments. Hands resting on the sides of his face to be sure he would look at you.

"I know you think you're ugly, and different, but you're not. Well, you may be different, sure.." he looked down at those words. "But that's not a bad thing, you know that, right?" He looked up to your eyes. Searching for an explanation that he could eat up.

"It makes you, you. I date you because I appreciate every piece and part of you. Whether it be your wonderous looks, the way you smile." Your words and own smile made his smile return. A small chuckle leaving you both.

"Or that extraordinary, and sometimes stubborn, pain in the ass mind of yours." He rolled his eyes at that statement. Hands resting on the backs of your own.

"So believe me when I tell you, I love you and every bit about you. Your looks are just the cherry on top." You barely noticed the words that fell from your mouth. Too lost in comforting your boyfriend to realize you said those three words. Until it was far too late to take them back. You only noticed what you said when you saw the baffled look on Techs face.

"You love me?" He asked. Quirking and quizzical brow. Lips pulled into a line while he thought over your words.

Was it a mistake? Did you not mean to say that? Sure you'd both known each other forever, almost since the batch started their missions. The two of you had been dating for a little over three months now, but it was such a new sentence to the both of you. You both barely even heard it from others around you. Tech had never even said it to his brothers.

Love, what was love but a bunch of chemicals in your brain? Or at least that’s what he thought before he held your hand for the first time. Before he realized that he did in fact love you.

But this? Confirmation in the statement itself? That was a bold move, and both of you stood there with a bit of fear and worry. When you didn't respond, and he saw the way your lip pouted in worry. As if you wanted to take back the statement, but you couldn't. He acted on instinct. He needed to clear the mood, act quickly and drastically. Even if maybe he didn't have to do something this drastic.

His hands fled from the backs of yours, to the sides of your face. Pulling you in for a kiss. He was, for once, at a loss for words. He couldn't think of how to say. 'I love you too, and I have for the past year and a half,' without sounding like a complete creep or weirdo. Or even both. So a kiss would have to do. Talk with actions, not words. Something he often did when nervous or upset.

The kiss was a mess, to say the least. Your noses bumped, and his eyes were screwed shut. Scared to face you and see the displeasure he figured would be in your eyes. He was tense, and pressing way to hard for comfort, but it sent the message to you anyways.

"Tech," you spewed against his lips. Attempting to push him back. To which he did. Eyes opening with a look of anxiety.

"You didn't- I'm sorry- I just- Did you not mean it?" He rambled. Your eyes widening at the final question.

"Tech, relax," you hushed. Resting your hands on his shoulders. Kneading the muscles a bit.

"Tech, I did mean it, I just got scared for a second there. I thought maybe you didn't feel the same." He shook his head at that. Frown deepening, if that were even possible.

"What? No, of course not. Why wouldn't I? You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, I could prove it in nearly 86 different situations, too." You laughed a bit at that. The concern slowly leaving your system. Along with his own upon hearing your laugh.

"I'm sure you could." He only nodded in response. Licking his lips.

"I'm sorry about the sloppy first kiss. I've just never- I didn't know what to say and I thought it would send the message that I felt the same." You chuckled at his words. Hands moving up to cup the sides of his neck.

"We could try it again?" You raised a brow. Watching as his wandering eyes quickly moved back to stare back into yours. Almost as if he thought you were about to scream 'Just joking!' And laugh at him.

"We could?" He asked, and you nodded. Thumbs rubbing under his jaw. Leaning towards him just a bit.

"What if I'm just a bad kisser?" He worried, to which you shushed him with your finger to his lips.

"Tech, you're one of the smartest guys I know. You'll get the hang of it. Practice makes perfect, doesn't it?" You asked. Moving your hand back to cup his cheek.

"Perfect practice, makes perfect," he informed. Eyes trained on your lips. The both of you leaning forward just a hair.

"Then why don't we practice, Techie Bear." You teased with a grin. Which had him moving forward to capture your lips.

This time you led the act, and in no time, he was taking over. His hands squeezing your waist while pushing you up against the counter. Your hands carding through his reddened locks. Keeping him close and his lips moved with yours in a rhythmic pattern.

His nose bumped against yours a few times before he decided to tilt his head a bit more away from your nose. Now burying the tip of his nose in the flesh of your cheek. Your own doing the same. He started to move his hands. Rubbing your sides, up and down. As if he were praising you with silent gestures. Thanking you for probably one of the best experiences of his life.

He nearly forgot that you both needed to breath. Until he felt you pull back from him. He inhaled sharply. Catching the breath that failed to flow his lungs. Eyes closed for a moment or two longer whilst catching his breath. He was soaking in pure bliss. Taking time to remember the feel of your lips on his own. Storing the thought in the base of his mind. While his lips continued to tingle with sensations he never thought was imaginable.

Then his eyes parted. Your face was still super close to his. Close enough he could tilt his head up and capture your lips again. You looked stunning from this angle. The way your eyes were blown and dark. Your lips looked fuller, bruised, even. The look of pure love and adoration on your face had him swooning. He wanted a picture to capture the way you looked. No, he wanted to see your full face. He couldn't see all of you this close.

Tech leaned back. Eyes widening and then falling shut out of reflex when your glasses hooked on the bottom of his goggles. Then came swinging down to collide with his lower face. You stared in shock for a second or two. Realization hitting you and a fit of laughter erupted from your chest. He was baffled, at a loss for words, but really? He didn't mind. Even if you were basically laughing at him. For stealing your glasses right off your face with his own. It was something he could enjoy. Especially with how contagious your laugh was.

Small laughs and giggles feel from his own lips. A rosy tint to his face. Reaching up to remove his goggle when he couldn't just pull the frames of your glasses from whatever they hooked to. Leaving you both blind and giggling like complete idiots.

"Here you go," he spoke breathlessly. A mix of the kiss and laughing like a fool. He watched as you slip your glasses back on. Thankful he was near sighted so he could witness the way you pushed them up your face.

He soon put his own back on his face. Sliding them over his head. Fixing his hair just a bit, so he didn't look like a complete idiot.

"Thank you," you spoke with a hum. Kissing his cheek. Both of you smiling like lovesick morons.

"So," you trailed. Rubbing his chest with your hands. Which he had moved his own back to your hips. Tugging you closer to him, so he could wrap his arms around your torso. Resting your foreheads against one another.

"So.." he repeated. Watching you patiently with a pleased look on his face.

"What'd you think about the kiss, still think you're bad?" You asked, to which he scrunched his nose in thought.

"The kiss itself was amazing, smooth, absolutely lovely. The only issue was me not only capturing your lips, but your glasses, too." You tittered at his words. Watching him with a smile and a cocked brow. His once innocent gaze turning mischievous within seconds.

"I'd say I still need some practice, and your lips are perfect enough to make that happen." Before you could even protest and remind him that Echo did indeed need his leg back before the next mission his lips were back on yours. His body pressed up against you, so he could hold you close.

You couldn't pull back, not now. Maybe Echo could wait. You had all day and night to fix it, plus you were almost done. A little break from the task wouldn't hurt.

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