#typetechno ficlet

[florbexter]

TypeTechno - “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka” ?

TypeTechno Ficlet

Type stared at the figure on his bed. Techno laid on his belly, pillows and blankets (where did he find all these blankets?) wrapped around him as if he wanted to make a fort with them and never leave. His hair was in disarray. And he looked like he had fought with something and lost. 

Type turned fully around with his chair. 

“Can you repeat that please?”

“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka?” Techno’s voice sounded raspy. He looked a bit pale with red blotches on his cheeks and around his nose. Type normally knew how Techno with a hangover looked liked, but this was new.

“Why would you want vodka?”, he asked carefully. Hangover-Techno was mostly a moaning mess, lamenting the unfairness of the consequences of drinking and demanding to be pampered with breakfast, pain-killers and lots of water. 

Type slid closer with his chair. Techno had closed his eyes. It looked weird how his head laid on the mattress as if he had dislocated his neck. He murmured ‘Vodka’ again and Type had to smile even though worry crept upon him. Techno’s skin felt hot to the touch and sweaty. Fever. 

He slowly and carefully freed Techno from the blankets (seriously, where did they come from?) and chuckled whenever Techno murmured ‘Vodka’ or ‘six o’clock’. It wasn’t even six in the morning. It was 2 am in the night and after he had picked up Techno from the bar he had sat down to revise an essay for university. 

“Ai No,” he whispered and shook Techno gently who blinked up at him. His eyes seemed unfocused. 

“I’m gonna change you in your pyjamas, okay? Get you out of these clothes. You sweated through them.” 

Techno wasn’t very cooperative when he was drunk (he begged to differ but he wasn’t the one who had to drag his body up the stairs all the time) so he had just crashed on Type’s bed, rolling himself up in blankets. He still wore his jeans and shirt which stank faintly of alcohol. Type had no idea why Techno drank more than usual lately. They didn’t talk much about important stuff anymore. He still called Type when he needed a place to crash, though…

Of course, Type knew exactly why there was suddenly a gap between them. The reason had a name… this pesky junior of Techno with his snake-like eyes and the innocent act he had perfected around Techno. Every time Type saw him he wanted to strangle him! 

Type had no idea why Techno was so adamant against Type’s accusations against the boy. Techno didn’t look at him as if he had feelings for him (thanks to all the gods out there) but nevertheless, he downplayed the weird obsession this Kengla guy had with him. 

With a tug, maybe more rough than necessary, he freed Techno from his jeans and stared at his best friend, only in underwear, sprawled across Type’s bed. 

“Don’t be a creep,” he scolded himself and covered him with a blanket. He forced water and medicine into him and watched until Techno’s breathing got evenly and he stopped mumbling about vodka. 

Softly, he pushed away some hair out of his face. His heart clenched and he sighed about his own dumbness. If he hadn’t acted like a jealous boyfriend then maybe Techno would talk to him like they used to. And wouldn’t use him as the last resort when he needed to hide his drunkness from his parents. 

“We gonna have to have that talk, mhm?”, he said to Techno’s sleeping face. The talk about how Type was in love with him and if he could stomach the thought of that. Type didn’t have a problem with Techno knowing. He was in love with him for a long time now, he already played every possible (and horrible) scenario in his head. 

“Tomorrow then”, he said, straightening the blanket around Techno and went back to his laptop. 

[fkyb]

By popular demand (...2 people) I'm gathering my LBC ficlets on AO3 \o/ (mostly TinCan, but there's some TypeTechno and Ae/Pete in here too)

[thewickling]

Six Sentence Sunday

Doing this in hopes I’ll get inspired to finish or work on one of these wip. 

Love at Comfort (TypeTechno)

“Ugh,” he groaned. “Ai Can ate my allowance for the month.”

Side-eyeing Techno, Champ snorted, “Why you telling me?”

Techno opened his mouth to complain when Type leaned forward. His fork swiped a mouthful of rice and chicken. Chewing, he pushed everything into one cheek. Chicken and basil sans egg.

A chuckle interrupted Champ’s words. He winked, pointing between the two with a fork. “Ask Ai Type to treat you directly.”

“Ai Type…” Techno pouted, dragging out his name for an extreme second. “I just said I’m broke.”

Is he trying to be cute on intentionally? Type wondered, exaggerating chewing to get a reaction.

“Shouldn’t you be nicer to me?”

TinCan Ficlet

His brain spun. He was a hamster running in a blacked out ball, placed unaware on a treadmill. The ground moved under him, keeping unbalanced, and if he slowed he’d lose perch on his thoughts. If he stopped he'd be send hurling into a wall.

His heart raced. Slamming on his chest, he could feel it attempting to punch itself out of his ribs. His breath came in spurts. His lungs squeezed and tightened to force all the air out of them.

YaoYutong & Weilan Crossover

A leather clad arm slung itself over the scholar’s left shoulder.

Yutong stepped back in surprise.

“Ah Wei,” the overly familiar voice made Yutong’s hackles stand on end.

Wait, Yutong thought. His eyes darted to the right. A goatee’d punk of a cop smirked.

“Fox,” he gasped before he remembered their company.

Zhao Yunlan’s smirk transformed into acquaintance grin as he saluted Yutong without releasing the scholar.

“Yo, White Knight,” he said, “this is my good friend, Shen Wei.”

I’m tagging people who might want to try Six Sentence Sundays but feel free to ignore me.

@weilongfu @sarah-yyy @fkyb

[florbexter]

🐞 - Only one bed TypeTechno

TypeTechno Ficlet

“There is only one bed,” Type said and wanted to turn around to see if they were in the right room.

“There is only one bed,” Techno confirmed and put his bag on it. Type wasn’t really sure if he grasped the situation.

“Why is there only one bed?”

Techno had already opened his bag and took a staple of t-shirts out of it.

“It’s the only hotel close to the tournament field and at the same time the cheapest one. They hadn’t enough beds… so.”

“Why are we having the room with only one bed?”, Type clarified his question and wanted nothing more but storm up to the reception to ask them if they had a mattress in the basement for him.

“Because I’m the captain and if I make the decision to book the cheapest hotel I have to bear the consequences? And I thought it wouldn’t matter because we shared a lot of bed’s before, so it’s not so bad, right?”

Type nodded because what else should he have done?

“I’m taking the shower first.”

The bathroom door closed behind Techno and Type set down on the bed. A very small, very narrow bed.

“This is a nightmare,” he mumbled and rubbed his face.

++

He had thought after a gruesome training, exhausting himself until he saw stars was the way to go. He would fall asleep the moment his head hit the pillow and that was that. However, his body betrayed him… of course.

P’Techno was rummaging around in his bag with only his boxer shorts on and Type was done.

“I’m sleeping on the floor,” he announced. Techno spun around and his naked upper body cemented Type’s resolution.

“Why?”

“The bed is small, and I don’t mind sleeping on the floor.”

“No, that’s not fair. I thought you wouldn’t mind! We’ll fit on the bed, you’ll see, we…”

“No!” Techno flinched back at his tone and Type raised his hand. “Sorry, but… it’s okay, I sleep on the floor.”

“But…”

Type rubbed his face and knew it wasn’t fair that he didn’t explain himself. Techno would think he had done something wrong.

“It’s just… We haven’t really spoken about what this new relationship of us will entail. And I don’t want to freak you out, because sleeping with you in a bed will do things to me.”

Techno mouthed ‘Do things to me’ and seemed more confused than ever.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Techno sat on the bed and it was really cute that he blushed from his chest to his ears but was willing to soldier through their conversation.

“I looked forward to sharing a bed,” he said and Type’s heart stopped for a second. “We could cuddle and if… and if we have bodily reactions then that’s fine? Right?”

“Ai No.” Type chuckled. “You can’t even say the word boner.”

“So what? I know I’m not ready for more,” he hit Type on the upper arm. “But I won’t freak out if I feel your body reaction.” He was quick as lightning and kissed Type.

“Okay,” Type sighed and men, he was in love with this idiot. “Okay, but could you at least put on a shirt?”

Techno’s blush got worse. He mumbled something that sounded like ‘Asshole’ and Type was really glad that they still were best friends. The cuddling would kill him though.  

[florbexter]

Hi there! May I send a prompt? If so, could I request typetechno + 🍀 and/or🦄 ? Thanks!!

🍀 - Best Friends to Lovers

TypeTechno Ficlet

There hadn’t been a specific incident that had made Type aware of his feelings. No sudden flash of insight in the middle of the football field, no slow-motion sequence in his mind when Techno was walking towards him, no halo around Techno’s head when he smiled and a voice that said ‘Oh shit’ in Type’s head.

Instead, there had been moments of ‘I would like to kiss you now’ or ‘This hug could last a little longer’ and the realisation after years of friendship that they not only complemented each other in a lot of ways but agreed on many aspects of life.

Type looked to the side where Techno laid with a volume of One Piece in hand. He moved his mouth when he read.

The only thing Type was not sure about was how Techno felt about intimacy. Was he quick to hug? Yes. He didn’t shy away in the locker rooms when the other boys would get a bit rowdy, towels slapping butts left and right.

He had no problem with Type’s ex-boyfriends and had tried to flirt with some girls over the years. He had this high school boy running after him like a little puppy and just found it adorable.

He complained about not having someone but didn’t really do something about it.

Was he waiting for someone else to do the first step? Or was he just not interested in a romantic relationship?

Type thought about that a lot. The weird thing was that he was sure that it wouldn’t destroy their friendship if Type would pursue him and Techno wouldn’t reciprocate. It would be awkward for a while and Type would want time to lick his wounds but he was sure that they would be okay in the end.

“Ai No,” he said and Techno made a sound. He turned a page of his manga and continued to read.

“We should be boyfriends.” Techno made a sound again as if he just wanted Type to know that he heard his voice but not the actual meaning. Type sat up and plucked the manga out of Technos hands.

“Hey, I was reading that!”

“I laid my heart on your ungrateful feet so listen.”

“Your heart?”

“Come one up now, this is important.”

Techno nodded and sat cross-legged opposite him. Type took a deep breath.

“I like you,” he said, and immediately Techno started to smile. “I like you, too.”

“No,” Type replied.

“No?” Techno crooked his head to one side and resembled a confused puppy. “But I do!”

“I meant, that I like like you.”

Techno blinked and Type was sure that he would get it any minute now. He didn’t. He took another breath and tried to let go of all the expectations he had of this conversation. Techno was allowed to react however he wanted.

“I’m in love with you, that’s what I meant.”

It felt freeing, it felt right. Type was glad he had said it out loud.

Techno stared at him and a little frown appeared between his eyebrows. He looked a lot like Can when someone told him they were no chicken skewers leftovers.

“I would like to date you,” Type said because he had the feeling he had to be more direct than he already was.

“Would our relationship change much?”, Techno asked.

“If you want? We can kiss and cuddle if that is something you’re comfortable with.”

Techno leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. Type’s heart stopped for a second. Techno smiled: “I would like that.”

To this moment Type had thought he had the conversation under control but while he still contemplated the turmoil in his stomach because of a kiss on the cheek Techno had rearranged them on the bed. He leaned against Type who sat up against the headboard and continued to read his manga. Type stared at Techno’s head and wasn’t yet sure if they had had the same conversation or two different ones.

He sighed and hugged Techno tighter to his side. He didn’t complain so all seemed okay.

Whatever, he thought and started to relax, they had a lifetime to talk about their status. This was more than okay.

[florbexter]

🍾 - Drunk confession TypeTechno

TypeTechno Ficlet

Normally it was Techno who drank too much. Most of the times he didn’t intend that everything went out of hand and he had to be dragged home. He really didn’t but after his third drink he just kind of lost control and the next day he woke up with a headache and a mental blackout.

So he really had no idea how to handle Ai Type. He never had to help someone into a taxi who didn’t really wanted to cooperate. And Ai Type was heavy. He had put on arm around Technos shoulder and Techno was now convinced he permanently shrank two centimetres.

They crashed against the door.

“Sorry, sorry,” Techno yelped. How had Ai Type managed to put him into bed without serious bodily harm all the times before? He grunted and Ai Type mumbled something under his breath. He had gotten quieter and quieter since they had left the bar. The stairs were the last obstacle and Techno used a combination of insults and promises to get Ai Type upstairs and into his room.

“Here you go,” he said and let Ai Type fall onto the bed unceremonially. Ai Type moaned and rolled around.

“Don’t,” Techno whispered, “you’ll make yourself sick.” Ai Type patted his hand away and now Techno had to face the consequences of his actions. Ai Type laid above the blanket and Techno was convinced he was now heavier than ever. He buried his hands in his hair.

He was sure he was much easier to handle when he was drunk.

“Okay bro, time to undress.” He got Ai Type out of his shoes and straddled his tights to get his belt open. He stopped when he reached Ai Types trouser button. He looked up and into Ai Types eyes watching him. Techno raised his hands.

“You should probably do that on your own.” He climbed off him but Ai Type continued to stare at him.

“You’re a tease,” he slurred, “even in my dreams you’re a tease.”

Techno laughed and laid down beside him. “I’m a what now?”

“And you let this stupid little kid walk all over you,” Type mumbled and didn’t seem to hear what Techno said.

“Who do you mean? One of my juniors? I have a lot of those.”

“One day he will put something in your drink and I’ll not be there to help you.”

Techno frowned. He had no idea about whom Ai Type talked about. He understood every word Ai Type said, but he slurred them and he struggled to keep his eyes open. Techno couldn’t remember seeing him so drunk.

“You will always save me,” he said to comfort his drunken friend and was happy because Ai Type smiled a little.

“I would do everything for you.” Techno smiled. “Thank you.”

Ai Type turned his head towards him. “I always say that and you always misunderstand.” Techno felt captured in Ai Types gaze, his dark eyes, so serious.

Ai Type raised one hand and tapped his finger against Technos head.

“It’s like you have a filter in there. Or maybe you just don’t want to hear the truth.”

Techno felt a huge lump in his throat.

“What is the truth Ai Ty?”, he asked and his whisper sounded loud in his room. Ai Type rolled fully on his side and they laid face to face on Technos bed. It smelled like laundry detergent. Ai Types fingers played with his hair and little tingles shot down Technos nerve endings.

“I love you,” Ai Type mumbled and he closed his eyes, the last letters more of a mess than a word. Techno robbed towards him. “Are you going to repeat yourself when your sober tomorrow?”

“Mhm.” Ai Types hand was still in his hair and he felt his breath against his face. He smelled like alcohol and sweat and nothing had smelled better in Technos life. He had thought he had confessed a lot of times already when he was drunk and that Ai Types statements were those of a best friend reassuring him that everything was alright, everything was normal between them.

He put his forehead against Ai Types. “I love you, too,” he whispered, “get sober fast.”

[florbexter]

Love by chance and 4? thank you and have a good day! congrats on 200!!

Thank you anon for the congrats. *There was no specification for the pairing so I hope you like what I have chosen

LBC - Something Sexy (TypeTechno*)

“You know, just because I never was in a relationship before doesn’t mean that I have no idea what people in a relationship usual do with each other.”

Type was not sure if he dreamed so he turned around and was confronted with the mighty pout of his boyfriend. Techno laid on his side and glared at Type as if he had killed a puppy in his previous life.

“I am sorry?” “You should be!”“About what exactly?” Type was at a loss. The midterms were over, they had had a nice evening with their friends, and a very satisfying make out session before going to bed in Type’s home. Type had no idea when, apparently, something went wrong. Technos frown deepened and he seemed ready to turn around and pout till the sun rose.

Type rose on one of his elbows and brushed some hair out of Technos face.  

“You think we do less than other people in a relationship?”

“Sex!”, Techno blurred out and Type needed a moment to just blink at him. It was cute how Techno willed his face to not blush, it didn’t work but he had tried.

“You want to have sex?”

“No! Yes!… I mean why don’t you ever try something?”

“Try? I am not going to push you down the bed and ravish you without your consent! Our relationship is not some badly written bl drama!”

Techno huffed, turned on his back and stared at the ceiling.

“Ai ‘No,” Type murmured and robbed closer.

“If you want to do more then just ask, or - I don’t know - write me a message if you are too shy to say something. And to be honest: this is a two-way-street, if you want to do something you are more than allowed to ‘try something’.”

Techno turned his head so fast Type was afraid he would get a whiplash.

“What do you mean?”

Type grinned and moved to lay on his back. He gestured along his body. “This is all yours.” Whatever conversation Techno had with himself it was over in a second and he climbed on top of Type. His blush was adorable and the eager anticipation in his eyes made everything in Type sit up in attention.

“All mine?”, he asked again and started to play with the hem of Type’s shirt.

“All yours,” Type confirmed.