Characters x Reader Oneshots

A Sitcom Reality: Part 2

Walking to the supermarket was harder than expected, Tech couldn't use his datapad for fear that others would stare and signs seemed too complicated for you both. Tech had stood at one of these signs for over twenty minutes trying to crack it, he had got some of it but the sign was clearly homemade and therefore used a lot of terms non-locals couldn't decipher.

"Why don't we ask someone?" you threw out, knowing Tech would bat the idea away and insist he could do it. You grew bored of him very quickly, knowing this to be typical Tech behaviour. Instead, you began pacing around the street, heels clacking against the concrete and dress swaying in the cool breeze. You had to admit this place was beautiful, it almost looked fake with the well-kept lawns and t.v show house exteriors.

"Aha, got it!" Tech announced finger pointed towards the sky. He began to walk away from the sign and further down the street, completely lost in his mind as he strolled away. You had to do an awkward run to catch up with him, passing by people with cumbersome smiles as you panted beside him. You slipped your arm into his, a bright, fake grin on your lips to cover your panting, "You could have waited for your wife, my dear husband." you practically growled out to him.

Tech flicked his attention to you briefly, he looked confused by the sentimental term, watching you silently until you squinted at him and it finally clicked. You were meant to be a married couple, yes how could he have forgotten, "Apologises, I was rather determined to find our location."

You looked away from him with a grimace, pinching his arm lightly as punishment. He let out a small yelp, glaring at the back of your head, "I understand my error, my dear, but surely that was uncalled for, childish even."

"Oh, I'll show you childish." you threatened. But before you could even begin to lay a hand on him, the supermarket came into sight, you could feel Tech sigh out of relief. One could say you had a bit of a temper, not as bad as Crosshair's or Hunter's, but enough that everyone on the batch knew not to press any more buttons if you were already steaming from the ears.

The sliding doors swooshed open, the cold air conditioning raising goosebumps on your arms and legs, "Phew, they really like to keep their supplies cold, huh?" you shivered. Tech shrugged, relishing in his long-sleeved shirt, "Quite, though I suppose it's to keep the produce in a greater condition. It appears as though the food on this planet has a smaller shelf life than that on Coruscant." Tech noted, prodding his finger against the side of a watermelon.

You walked up and down the aisles, Tech pushing the trolley while you plucked things from the shelf and threw them in, "Do we need all this stuff? What even is Girl Scout Cookies?" he held the product close to his face as he read the ingredients to himself, shuffling his glasses for further focus. You shrugged your shoulders and continued to peruse, "I don't know, cookies with girls who scout in them?" you laughed, ignoring his widening eyes.

"Ingredients: enriched flour (wheat flour, niacin, reduced iron, vitamin b1 [thiamin mononitrate], vitamin b2 [riboflavin], folic acid), sugar, vegetable oil (partially hydrogenated palm kernel and/or cottonseed oil, soybean and palm oil), cocoa, caramel colour, contains 2% or less of leavening."

You stopped reading the labels on the shelf and turned to Tech with a look he couldn't really describe, it wasn't so much a glare but that didn't mean you weren't staring with a look to kill. He slowly placed the box of cookies back into the trolley and held your gaze with his own, much less confident one, "Sounds divine?" he nervously laughed.

You diverted your attention back onto the task at hand and soon found yourself at the tills. Tech handled all the talking, he seemed much more confident in that category than you did. He slipped his hand into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, always one to be correct, he handed the teen the right amount of change and plucked the receipt from his hands.