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Technolate (techno)

Requested by  ItsScarlet_Remy i hope you enjoy!! and credits to the same person for the title :D

Your limbs ached from holding your position, and you hoped that your facial expression wasn't tainted by the fact you did not want to be there. The camera flashed a few more times, and you strained to keep the "easy-going" smile on your face.

"Ok...I think we're done for today, thank you everyone!"

You relaxed fully, slouching against a random chair nearby, taking the water bottle someone handed you gratefully. Now to wait for Techno to come to pick you up, who was late as per usual. Scanning the vicinity, you saw no sign of him and rolled your eyes.

"You boyfriend late again?" some asked, and you looked up to see the cameraman smiling down at you.

"Yep," you sighed. "As always."

"I'm never late, you know."

"Uh, ok?" you answered, rummaging in your bag for your phone to text Techno to hurry up.

"I-I really enjoyed shooting with you today!" he blurted out, and you nodded awkwardly, not quite knowing what to say. Dealing with weird photographers was part of your job (which was a little sad when you thought about it, but whatever) and you still had no clue whenever things like this happened.

Glancing down at your phone, you gulped nervously at the screen, seeing that Techno hadn't replied, meaning that he was still driving.

"Yeah, you're a-a really good model."

You shuddered involuntarily at his tone of voice, not quite sure whether you should grab the pepper spray in your bag, spray him and then run.

He hadn't done anything yet but something about him just made you uneasy.

"Thank you..." you said awkwardly, shuffling away from him and holding back the urge to scream when he moved even closer. You could smell his cologne, sickeningly sweet and cheap smelling. Hand tightening around your bag handle, you contemplated just running and somehow meeting Techno-wherever he was. The idiot was late, and now you were stuck with this weirdo.

"Uh...what are you two doing?"

You looked up, sighing in relief when Techno looked back, silently pleading with him to help you. He crossed his arms, tapping his foot impatiently. "Well?"

You stood up, moving towards him, only to be stopped by a sweaty hand clinging onto your arm. "We were just talking about how you're always late, and an amazing model like Y/N shouldn't be kept waiting."

"Get your hands off Y/N." Techno grabbed your hand, pulling you away from him. You stumbled over to Techno's side, holding his hand.

"Hey, hey, we were just-"

"Don't care."

You let Techno drag you away, wiping your arm with your free hand, grimacing. "That was gross." Techno didn't answer, staying silent for the whole two-minute walk to the car, jaw clenched and shoulders tense.

When you did get to the car, he let go of your hand and entered his side of the car, slamming the door behind him. You sat down in your seat sheepishly, watching him. "For God's sake." He leant back on his seat, sighing while reaching out for your hand. You took it, confused.

"Wha-what's wrong?"

"Just-" he paused, before turning to you and grabbing your face, pulling you in for a kiss. "Yeah."

"Huh?" you blinked, dazed out of your mind. Techno never acted like this. Ever.

"Annoying. He was annoying me."

You felt a smile tug at your lips, making Techno give you a quizzical look in response. "Never took you for the jealous type," you teased, grinning when he blushed. "But thank you anyway."

"W-well, he was close to you and everything so I just..." his voice trailed off, and he looked pleadingly at you, begging you to understand. You nodded, but couldn't let him just get away scot-free.

"Maybe don't be late then, idiot."

(A/N-thank you for reading! i have been writing for almost four hours straight and I'm having a lot of fun :) idk what that says about me but whatever)