#reader x tup

[chaoticvampirejedi]

The untitled fanfiction about being chased and Tup's hair

w/c 1158

Characters/Parings Tup x Reader, Reader&Hardcase, Fives (mentioned)

Summary | A/N A while ago @hellothere-generalangsty me if i would write a short story in which I would mess Tup's hair up. And then @ladykatakuri gave me this great idea (though I changed it a bit) and let me write it. Thanks! Basically this is a short rather humorous story about why you should watch out for Tupa's hair

CW/TW The fic is a bit horrorish at the beginning, but otherwise nothing.

Tags @hellothere-generalangsty @twinkofthedink @ladykatakuri

Your heart was hammering in your chest. Your legs hurt, but you kept running. You couldn't stop. It was too dangerous. 

Hardcase was right beside you holding your hand tightly. He glanced at you and smiled weakly.

"It's ok. We'll lose him."

He was wrong. There was no way you could make it out alive. That's probably why he was as terrified as you were. You knew what would happen next. He would find you and make you pay for what you both did to him. It was only a matter of time.Suddenly you stumbled and almost fell on the gray floor of the long corridor.

"Be careful!" you felt Hardcase's hand tightening on your wrist.

You just bit your lips and focused on running.

You turned left.

Then right.

And then left again.

For one amazing moment you thought you had lost Him, but then…

"Hardcase! Y/N!" The terrifying scream could be heard even on the other side of the Galaxy. If for some reason you were still under the illusion that He didn't want to murder you, now you had no doubts. Hardcase suddenly stopped, causing you to almost fall again.

"What–" you tried to ask, but he put his hand on his shoulder and squeezed it gently.

"Y/N… Let's be real. Only one of us can survive this and it will be you. Go. Hide somewhere in the city. I'll stop Him as long as I can and-"

The scream repeated and you both heard His footsteps. He was so close. Too close.

"No!" Despite your terror, you shook your head. "I won't leave you!"

"Listen, it's all my fault and I don't want you to get hurt because of me. You have to go. Please." For the first time in months of your friendship, you saw him so serious. You looked him in the eye and you knew he meant it.

"Ok," you whispered quietly and before you could say anything else, he hugged you and ran the other way straight into danger.

"It was an honor to meet you!" he shouted over his shoulder and then disappeared around the corridor.

You were alone.

Alone.

Alone in this gloomy corridor.

Alone against the danger.

Alone who had to escape.

Alone who hoped it was just a bad dream.

You fought a rising panic that made you unable to move. 

I can do this. 

Hardcase believed in me. 

I can do this. 

I have no other choice. 

Trying to ignore the disturbing noises from the corridor where your friend had disappeared, you started to run again.

You knew exactly where the exit from the facility was, but at the sight of it, you still smiled as if you saw it for the first time in your life. You were so close to your escape. Nothing could stop you know.

"Going somewhere?" Suddenly, out of nowhere, a tall figure in white and blue armor blocked your way.

Maker, you were dead.

Tup leaned nonchalantly against the doors with his arms crossed. You glanced nervously at the helmet he wore. Was it that bad?

"Tup! Hi! I-I was just –" 

The clone took a step towards you.

"You were what? Wait, let me guess. Running from the consequences of your action?" 

His voice was emotionless which was probably even scarier. You started to wonder what had happened to Hardcase and whether you will soon share his fate.

"Tup, listen…" your heart pounded even harder. "I'm sorry. It was an accident. We didn't mean to spill caf on your hair!"

Without a word, Tup tilted his head slightly.

So that was it. One more time you were hoping it was just a bad dream. Because how else could you explain such a bad ending to such a nice day?

Not so long ago you, Hardcase, Tup, and Fives had been talking with each other and joking around. You had your favourite iced caf and were sipping it while trying to summon the courage to ask Tup out. You had liked him for a while and decided that today you would finally do something about it.

And then Hardcase jokingly tried to take your caf from you, so you tried to dodge. And then he tried to do it again, so you tried to dodge again. And then suddenly your kaf wasn't in the glass anymore but on Tup's hair. And then you and Hardcase did the only reasonable thing you could do in such a situation - you ran away.

You just wondered if there was anything else you could say that could save you, but then you heard a laugh. Tup was shaking with laughter, and then, when he finally calmed down a bit, he took off his helmet revealing a wide smile and wet, but still pinned up hair.

The clone came up to you, still laughing while you were trying to understand what had just happened.

"You're not mad?" you asked finally and he shook his head.

"No. It's fine. I mean… You both definitely deserved a little scare, but it's fine."

Feeling the stress let go of your body, you breathed a sigh of relief. Tup frowned.

"Kriff. I didn't scare you too much, did I?"

"Where's Hardcase?" You didn't want to answer his question. "And how did you get here so quickly? You were in the corridor behind us."

"No, I wasn't. I knew you were going to try to run out of the facility, so I came right here."

"What?" You raised your eyebrows over his words. "Then who was chasing us?"

Tup smiled again and you immediately understood 

"It was Fives, wasn't it?"

Tup was clearly proud of himself.

"I didn't even have to ask him."

You rolled your eyes and chuckled. Now that the fear had passed, you found the whole situation extremely funny. Poor Hardcase, he must have been so confused when he saw Fives.

Tup was looking at you with amusement in his eyes.

"Come on. We should go and see how they're doing. Who knows what came to Fives' mind?"

You nodded, smiling, but suddenly you realized one thing. 

You were alone with Tup. 

You had been waiting for such an opportunity the whole day and since he wasn't mad at you…

"Hey Tup…" You started feeling a little nervous. What exactly should you say now? "I'm really sorry about your hair."

The clone looked at you with surprise.

"Don't be. Seriously, it's ok. Nothing that shampoo and water can't fix."

"I know but… What would you say to an apology dinner? Just two of us. I know a nice place so… You know. Unless you don't want to."

Tup blinked several times.

"Y/N, did you just ask me out?"

You nodded and for one terrible moment, you considered running away again. 

"Ok. So it's a date then" he finally said, making your heart flutter. "But, Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"Please don't order any iced caf."

[hyperesthesias]

Soft Morning Kisses with Tup (GN Reader)

SUMMARY: You and Tup spend a lazy morning in bed snuggled together in each other's arms. <3

CONTENT: Gender neutral reader ; Established relationship ; Kisses ; Fluff ; SFW.

NOTES: Tupperware deserves more love and I intend to give it to him <3

He's always the first to wake. His body is designed that way, up early, to bed late. But he's a heavy sleeper in between. His soft snores put you to sleep the night before, and when he opens his eyes to see you first thing in the morning, all he can do is smile.

He lets you sleep for a few minutes more and goes through his routine mentally to keep himself active and sharp. He's been living a more relaxed life with you, but he keeps himself on his toes -- besides, you love to watch him practice.

He thinks you look beautiful in the morning light, it hugs you in all the right ways, caresses your hair, flutters over your eyes. He's so in love with you. And sometimes, in quiet moments and mornings he's painfully aware of it. He can feel it in the center of his chest.

He can't help himself, and he places a soft kiss on your forehead.

You wake up to the feeling of his warm lips against your skin. Tup has always been an affectionate one, and has always loved showing how he loves you through touch. There's something a little different this time, though. Something particularly soft, mindful. He has that look in his eye like he's thinking.

'You okay?' you ask and snuggle closer to him. You take his hand and kiss his knuckles, nestling your face along his calloused skin and weathered veins. 'Yeah,' he says, 'Just thinking how lucky I am,' he gives you a big grin and his tattoo scrunches as the lines of his eyes crinkle.

You fit perfectly against his chest, and you hand moves from his to the length of his arm, his chest, his neck. You run your fingers through his wavy hair and nuzzle your nose against his as you place a soft and tender kiss against his lips.

He's warm and gentle, and wraps his lips around your with fervor and grace -- everything is supple and deliberate. He wants to savour you, explore you for just this early morning moment, take you in and fill you up. His hand is cradling your head, his fingers winding through your hair, gently massaging your scalp.

You lean your brow against his as your drift apart to take a breath. A languid smile is left behind on both your mouths and he nudges you gently.

'At this rate, we'll never get outta bed,' he chuckles -- his voice is soft and husky. Your smile widens and you place one more kiss on his nose with a sigh. 'Well, I guess the caf isn't gonna make itself.'

You stay snuggled together for a beat, stealing pecks and kisses every few breaths before you both decide to get up and start the day.

He watches you as you get up and stretch, and he thinks, and he knows he's the luckiest man to have ever lived.

💖