#Tbb tech x reader

[littlemissmanga]

I think you've reached peak cuteness with this fic!

I LOVED the framing device of Tech's research log. Because of course he'd approach a crush like an experiment. It's so sweet and so him.

But this was different. More subtle. In this moment, you trusted him with your life in a different way. It wasn’t about keeping you from dying. It was about making sure you lived.

This bit? Had me swooning so hard! Just ...

And this?

“His got his thinking face on. He’s plotting something,” Echo says to Crosshair. Crosshair grins. “As long as it finally gets him laid.”

Had me rolling XD

How you get the girl

Tech x f!reader

Word count: 8k

Summary: The five times Tech tried to ask you out, and the one time he did. Wanting to express his feelings for you and to discover if you return said feelings, Tech conducts a series of experiments to determine your feelings for him, documenting it all in a scientific report.

Warnings: a few mentions of sex but nothing explicit. Probably not a very accurate example of a scientific report either. No Y/n.

A/N: Wow this fic is over a year in the making!! Some parts I really love, others… not so much but I’m just so happy that it’s finally done! I’m also pretty sure that this is the biggest fic I have ever written which is pretty cool. I’m not entirely sure if there’s still any interest in bad batch fan fics (I’m so sad that I haven’t seen many lately 😭) but even if there isn’t it doesn’t matter because I enjoyed writing this - even though it took forever. Anyway,,,, enjoy! 💕

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WELCOME. ACCESSING JOURNAL

ENTRY LOG (1)

Title: How To Ask Someone Out - a scientific report.

For the past few months as I have gotten to know our current team medic, I have noticed changes in how I interact with her. I experienced heat flushes, an accelerated heartbeat, sweaty palms, and a shortness of breath when around her. Further examination showed that I desired to seek out her company, to touch her hair and hold her hand, to talk and listen to her - no matter the subject.

Extensive research on these symptoms has lead me to believe that I have developed romantic feelings for her.

Aim: To express my amorous interest for our team medic through romantic gestures. My aim in recording these endeavours is to learn what she likes and dislikes should she return my feelings, with the eventual goal of asking her on a date.

Hypothesis: Through chivalrous and romantic gestures I may help our team medic develop her own romantic feelings for myself.

Risk Assessment: I have given it much thought, and the only risk I can see developing from this experiment is some minor damage to my emotions and potentially my ego should she not return my affections. I do not see this as having any lasting effects and would be considered only a minor consequence.

Method: My first display of affection will be through the act of giving flowers. This is seen as a romantic gesture on several star systems throughout the galaxy. This is also partly due to the language of flowers. The right combination of flowers will tell her of my feelings for her.

My bouquet starts off simple with six red roses, symbolising infatuation and desire. I will use forget-me-nots to surround the bouquet to show my feelings of love, and in the centre of the arrangement I shall place a single sunflower. While it does not match the rest of the bouquet, in both colour scheme and flower language, it is her favourite flower and therefore the most important.

The method is quite simple once the flower arrangement is assembled. I just have to give it to her.

END ENTRY

•~•~•

He finds you on the small balcony, watching the sunset. He takes a moment to simply watch you, admiring the way you look soaking up the final warm sun rays. Warmth spreads through his chest, a feeling he’s still trying to get used to. The colours of the sunset give your skin a lovely glow and his breath catches in his throat.

Doubt seeps into his thoughts. What is he doing? What is he thinking? There is no way someone like you would ever entertain the thought of being with someone like him. You are leagues above him. He will go back to his room and mark this experiment as incomplete. Then, he’ll lock it away somewhere so that he will hopefully forget about it, somewhere it won’t haunt him.

He’s made up his mind. He admires you for a moment more. Unconsciously, his fingers tighten slightly around the bouquet in his hands, crinkling the paper he had wrapped around it. The noise is small, but in the quiet you catch it. Startled, you turn away from the setting sun. Your frown disappears when you realise it’s just him. You give him a warm smile and it is absolutely breathtaking. Tech decides he is way out of his depth. But he has been caught. He cannot back out now.

“Care to join me?” You ask, half turning back towards the view behind you. Silently, he steps out onto the little balcony, leaning on the railing beside you. He wants to say something but he doesn’t know what. That has never happened to him before. It is something he will have to add to his notes later on.

“You know I thought I would grow tired of this view, yet here I am, still in awe of it just like the very first time I saw it” you comment, eyes returning to the sunset and the homes of Pabu that begin to light up. Tech knows that the sight of you is one he will never grow tired of.

“Well it is a marvellous sight” he finally regains his voice. He can see you turn to face him out of the corner of his eye, so he turns to look at you as well.

“What, no lecture on how it is just a natural phenomena?” The quirk of your lip tells him that you’re merely teasing.

“It may be a naturally occurring event, but there is still beauty and wonder in it.”

Your face softens and something flashes in your eyes, but he has no idea what. He hates not knowing. He remembers the flowers in his hands.

“Take these flowers for example,” he continues, “they are a common type of flora that can be found on just about every single planet in the galaxy. Despite their abundance, their beauty continue to charm people on a daily basis.”

He hesitates for a small moment before he holds the bundle of flowers out towards you. Shock covers your face.

“For me?” You question, making no move to take them.

“For you” he confirms. You accept the flowers and a small thrill shoots through Tech when your fingers lightly brush his.

He studies your face as you study the flowers in the dying light. You hold them slightly away from your body and you don’t touch the flowers as you take them in. Do you not like them?

“They are gorgeous Tech. Thank you,” you smile shyly. “What have I done to receive this lovely gift?”

This is the part where he is meant to express his feelings for you, but he hesitates. While your words are encouraging, you are holding the flowers at an arms length - literally. You are clearly trying to make it look casual by resting your arms on the balcony, but he can still tell that you are trying to keep the flowers away from you. Your nose even wrinkles slightly. You do not like them and are merely trying to be polite. Something sinks in his chest.

“I remember you mentioning that sunflowers were your favourite flower and saw these. I thought you might appreciate them as a reminder of your home world.” He tries to sound as casual as possible. To come across as a friendly gesture rather than a romantic one. Your smile flickers for a second and what looks like a flash of disappointment crosses your face. But it’s gone just as quickly as it arrives and Tech shakes the thought from his head. Wishful thinking.

“I must go. I told Crosshair I would help him with something” Tech rushes out before he turns and leaves, needing to get off this balcony and away from you and the flowers you do not like.

•~•~•

You try to ignore the itchiness growing behind your eyes as you admire the flowers from where they lay on the balcony ledge beside you. They really are beautiful. A fuzzy feeling settles in your chest at the gesture. No one has ever given you flowers before. He had taken note of which flowers were your favourite, which only made the gesture so much sweeter.

But the real reason you could feel excitement and happiness bubbling through you is the fact that it was Tech who had been the one to make the gesture. You felt like you were floating!

Doubt and disappointment hovered in the back of your mind, however. He had been quick to brush the gesture off, dismissing it before disappearing. You brush these feelings away for now though, wanting to enjoy the warmth of hope. Hope that maybe he returned your feelings.

You sneeze, tearing you from your thoughts. Your eyes are really starting to water now and you know they are probably red as well. You have to get rid of these flowers, but you also don’t want to toss away such a sweet gift.

You grab them and head into the kitchen, turning on a light before you start digging through the cupboards, looking for a vase. Perhaps you could leave them on the outside table or the little table at the end of the hall away from your own room. You sneeze again and start rubbing at your eyes, unable to ignore the itch anymore. You are starting to sniffle when you finally find a vase.

You turn to the sink and are startled when you see Echo sitting at the bench.

“Whoa! I didn’t hear you come in!” You exclaim. He chuckles.

“Sorry. It wasn’t on purpose I promise. Just habit” he apologises. You just hum before you’re sneezing again.

“Everything alright?” Echo questions once you’ve calmed down.

“Fine. Just these flowers. I’m mildly allergic to them.” You’re starting to sound nasally. You start to fill the vase up with water.

“But you’re keeping them?” Echo asks.

“Of course I’m keeping them! They were a gift.”

“A gift huh?” Echo prompts, a small smile playing on his lips. You unwrap the flowers and plop them into the vase.

“That’s what I said” you respond, not giving in to his digging. You sneeze again and groan with annoyance.

“Here,” Echo says as he slides out of his chair, holding his hands out for the vase. “Do you have any ideas on where you want to put them?”

“Somewhere away from me. But somewhere nice.” He nods his understanding and starts moving towards the lounge room. You follow behind him. He places the flowers on the windowsill of the farthest window. It’s the perfect spot.

“This way we can still enjoy them, but they are out of your way” Echo says. You smile.

“Thank you Ech-“ a sneeze interrupts you. “Sorry. I’m going to get some medication. Goodnight.”

•~•~•

“The flowers were a good idea,” Echo says, entering Tech’s room. Tech looks up from where he is sitting at his workbench.

“What flowers?” Tech asks, playing dumb. He doesn’t want Echos pity. Echos smile grows.

“She wouldn’t have kept them if anyone else had given them to her” Echo replies.

“She kept them?” Tech asks, perking up a little. He didn’t think you liked them. Echo nods.

“Of course she did! She loves them” Echo exclaims. Perhaps Tech had simply read you wrong.

“But,” Tech feels his stomach drop. “Next time you should do some research.” Tech frowns at this.

“I did research. I had already catalogued her favourite flower but I researched flower language and which flowers are best suited for Pabu’s humid environment and-“ Tech starts but Echo stops him.

“You researched flowers.”

“Yes?” Tech is confused. What is Echo trying to say?

“Next time do some research on the recipient. She’s allergic to flowers.” Echo leaves without saying anything else.

Tech sits in silence for a moment. He had not considered that you could be allergic to the flowers, but it makes sense.

Despite your allergy, you had accepted the flowers and even, according to Echo, kept them. Perhaps you did reciprocate his feelings.

Tech feels his heart race.

•~•~•

ENTRY LOG (2)

EDIT - Risk Assessment: a mild allergic reaction occurred due to the pollen in the flowers. Flowers will not be a reoccurring gift.

Results: despite this method having some setbacks, I would overall consider it a success. Her acceptance of the flowers despite her allergies display that she cares about my feelings and she did display joy at receiving the gift. I am encouraged to continue my pursuit for her affections.

END ENTRY

•~•~•

ENTRY LOG (3)

Method: For my second attempt, I shall ask her to dance with me at tonight’s summer solstice festival. The festival includes multiple aspects but research has shown me that dancing is quite common.

Dancing provides many benefits. A chance to have a moment between just the two of us, which will provide us with a small amount of privacy to give me a chance to confess my feelings. Dancing with a partner also increases levels of serotonin.

Selfishly, dancing also gives me a chance to simply be close to her both emotionally, and well, physically. A chance to feel her hand in mine.

END ENTRY

•~•~•

The night was progressing wondrously. Everyone had put in a lot of effort and energy and it was all so worth it. Crosshair and Omega had spent the day baking cookies and cakes. Wrecker and Hunter had worked to build stalls, stages, and platforms. You had helped out with decorations while Tech was tasked to help out with setting up the light and sound systems. Finally it was time to sit back and enjoy the fruits of the days labour.

Tech had always thought that he kept a level head and knew how to remain calm in any situation. Yet here he was, unable to truly focus on the splendid night. His thoughts were nothing but a jumbled mess of nervous thoughts. What was the best way to approach this? Should he ask directly or hint at what he wants? What if you say no?

It was hard to keep a level head when his entire relationship with you was at stake. He desperately wanted it to progress to something more but he also did not want to risk what he already had with you.

“Have you heard anything from Echo?” Your voice brought Tech out from his thoughts. He turned to find you had situated yourself beside him.

“Nothing yet. But do not worry. He is helping Rex with a stealth mission so no news is good news.” Tech isn’t entirely confident with his assessment, but he tries not to show this to you.

“In my experience stealth missions don’t stay stealth missions for very long,” you state. Tech can’t help but smile.

“Well your experience is limited to missions with us and, as you know, we have a habit of disobeying orders,” Tech rebuts. He is pleased to hear you laugh, and at something he said! He feels a smile once again tugging at his lips.

He turns his attention back to the crowds enjoying the celebrations. Crosshair is in a quiet conversation with Shep. Tech is glad to see his brother engaging in the event. Wrecker is dancing with the baker girl he is dating, the two of them laughing as they twirl around. Hunter and Omega are also dancing, Omega standing on Hunter’s feet as he leads her around the space. Omega chatters away as they dance and Hunter smiles as he listens.

“I’m glad we found our way here” you say softly. Tech looks at you again, finding you watching his siblings just as he had.

“Me too.” You turn to meet Tech’s gaze and you smile sweetly up at him. Tech appreciates the moment for a minute.

“Would you care to join them?”

A flash of confusion crosses your face before quickly being replaced by panic.

“Tech I am a terrible dancer,” you warn. He is relieved to know that the look of panic was not because it was him offering.

“That is ok. My dance knowledge is limited to what I have researched but I have not yet put it into practice. We can take it slow and learn together.” He makes the suggestion gently, letting you know that it is alright if you decline again. He watches as you think it over before you give him a hesitant nod.

Tech’s heart leaps in his chest, threatening to beat right out as you gently take his hand in your own. All thoughts fly out of Tech’s head for a moment as he feels your skin against his. It isn’t until you’re face to face with him, your hand resting on his shoulder, nervously staring up at him that he returns to his own body.

Something strikes him in that moment. The trusting way you look up at him. He already knew you trusted him, after countless missions and battles with him you had both put your lives in the other’s hands, and you would again if it ever came to it. But this was different. More subtle. In this moment, you trusted him with your life in a different way. It wasn’t about keeping you from dying. It was about making sure you lived.

He places his other hand on your waist and begins to gently sway the two of you to the music, keeping it simple. You smile nervously at him when you stumble and he squeezes your waist in reassurance.

You step on his feet quite a few times, apologising every time.

“There’s no need to apologise, cyar’ika. Mistakes are a natural part of learning. Some may even define them as a requirement to learning,” Tech says attempting to reassure you and encourage you to keep trying. Your attention turns away from your bumbling feet to focus on Tech.

“I’ve never heard that word before” you comment. Tech frowns.

“What word?” He asks, unsure what you mean. He was talking about making mistakes. Nothing he said was unusual, was it?

“I think you pronounced it ‘shareeka’?”

Tech freezes. Did he call you cyar’ika? He must have let it slip. He’d been so careful to avoid it. He doesn’t get much time to think it through though. With his sudden stop, your next step gets caught around his ankle and you lose your balance, falling away from him.

Tech’s reflexes are quick though after so many years of training. His hand still in yours he tugs you up towards his chest, his other arm tightening around your waist to pull you to him. You collide with his chest.

He holds you against him for a moment just to stabilise the both of you. Then for a moment more to feel what it’s like to have you in his embrace. He finally comes to his senses and moves to pull away from you, but as he does your grip tightens on him and you let out a small cry of pain. Panic pierces through him.

“Are you alright? What’s wrong?” He asks quickly, moving to support you again.

“I’m alright. It’s just my ankle. I think I’ve sprained it” you inform him.

“Come here.” He helps you move over to a nearby bench. Once he has you sat he kneels down in front of you, taking your injured foot and inspecting it. “Definitely sprained. We should get you back home and get it treated so no further injury will occur.”

The journey back to the batch’s shared home is a slow one as he helps you hobble along. Eventually he has you settled in bed, your foot propped up by a pillow with some ice held on it.

“I’m sorry for cutting your night short” Tech says from where he sits at the end of your bed.

“Were you not telling me earlier that mistakes are apart of the learning process?” You tease him.

“You are correct. But I am sorry nonetheless.”

“Thank you Tech. But next time let me know if you plan on stopping suddenly.”

“Next time?” He blurts out. You want to dance with him again?

“Of course! We have to continue our lessons together.”

•~•~•

Unable to sleep, you stare up at the ceiling, a smile still tugging at your lips as you replay the night.

Some would have considered it a failure. After all you had embarrassed yourself with your attempt at dancing. Then you had made it worse by injuring yourself.

You were never one for dancing. Every time you had tried had always ended unsuccessfully.

But Tech had made your night by asking you to dance. You could not believe it. He was encouraging and reassuring. He was everything you loved about him.

But the thing that truly had you melting for him was the way he had looked after you. After he had got you safely back to your room, he had stayed to keep you company, ensuring you did not feel like you were missing out on the festivities.

You would take a quiet evening with Tech over any festival.

You might not be much of a dancer, but you would gladly agree to any future offers if they came from Tech.

•~•~•

ENTRY LOG (4)

EDIT - Risk Assessment: Dancing is easier when both parties know how to do it. However the injury was mild and she will make a full recovery. My main note is to pay more attention - and don’t let any terms of endearments out, in any language. Not yet.

Results: Other than the minor injury, dancing was a positive experience. I found great enjoyment in holding and being near her and I believe she felt the same. However I am concerned about my last two attempts having caused her injury.

This has lead me to an idea for my third attempt.

END LOG

•~•~•

ENTRY LOG (5)

Method: My last attempt has left her injured and resting. I believe the best course of action from here is to make her a breakfast that I shall bring to her in bed. This gives her a chance to just relax and rest and focus on healing. This action will also display my care for her, that I will look after her.

Risk Assessment: Learning from the incident with the flowers, I will research for any food allergies and/or dietary requirements she may have.

END LOG

•~•~•

Things were not going as planned. It was a very rare occurrence for Tech.

The scrambled eggs turned out dry and clumpy. His pancake batter was lumpy and the end result was oddly tough and hard. His juice definitely had pips in it.

But he was out of time. You would be up and about sooner than later.

He neatly plated it up onto a tray nonetheless, decorating the meal with the one thing that had come out correctly - the fresh fruit he had sliced earlier.

And for the final touch he carefully placed the paper flower he spent the previous night perfecting on the corner of the tray. An allergy free flower for you.

He stepped back and looked over his work before he sighed. There was no way he could serve this to you.

“Tech!” Wrecker called, before he bounded into the room. “One of your projects is smoking I think. Something smells like it’s burning.”

Tech jumped. The toast! He dashed across to the toaster and popped it up. The bread was black and rock hard. The toast was meant to be the easiest part.

“This is not working how it was meant to” Tech sighed in disappointment.

“It’s alright Tech!” Wrecker consoles. “It took me a lot of practice too.”

“She’s waking up!” Omega says, running into the room. Tech rushes to put the burnt toast on the plate. It’ll just have to do. He picks up the plate and heads to your room.

“Not even I would eat that!” Wrecker whispers to Omega. Tech hears the comment anyway. He tries to shake it off, however he does hesitate before he knocks on your door. He cannot expect you to eat this. Before he can run back to the kitchen and toss all the food away the door opens.

“Oh! Good morning Tech” you say. Techs eyes widen but there’s no going back now.

“Good morning. I made you breakfast in bed. Although you are no longer in bed. So I guess I just made you breakfast.”

“Well that’s an easy fix!” You reply with a smile. You turn and lead him back into your room where you sit down on your bed and gesture for him to do the same.

“Thank you Tech. I must say this is unexpected, but not unappreciated.”

“After your injury last night I felt this was fitting.”

“Oh you didn’t have to do this! Thank you!” You reach out and try a bit of the pancake. Tech studies you closely, looking for your reaction but you give none, simply reaching down and eating some more. Your eyes crease ever so slightly as you take a mouthful of the eggs and Tech panics. His hands shoot out, grabbing the tray and pulling it away from you.

“I’m sorry. You don’t have to eat this. It is not good at all and I ran out of time. But I can fix it and-“ he rambles but you gently interrupt him.

“Tech. It’s alright. It’s not as bad as you think. Besides I wouldn’t have expected you to be an outstanding chef on your first attempt! You’ve mostly lived off ration bars your whole life! I’ll help you practice if you’d like? I could even taste test some of your cooking if you’d like!” You suggest.

Tech feels the tension leave him. You don’t hate it. And you don’t hate him for making you eat it. Tech picks up the paper flower and offers it to you.

“I made this for you last night when I clearly should have been researching proper cooking techniques. I figured this is a nice alternative for actual flowers.”

“Oh Tech!” Your voice is a little strained and Tech feels a bolt of panic race through him. Did he do something wrong?

“This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you.” You lean forward and place a quick kiss on his cheek. Tech can’t help but freeze, his mind losing all thought and function.

You kissed him.

You kissed him.

He thinks his heart may have skipped a beat. Which is not possible, but it’s the only way to describe the way he is currently feeling.

And now he doesn’t know what to do. Should he tell you how he feels now? Should he kiss you back? Should he -

“Get back to me about those cooking lessons. I think I’d like to be the one to teach you something for once!” You joke, breaking the slightly extended silence.

“I would like that,” Tech responds. He winces internally at the way he sounds a little breathless. Way to play it cool.

“Come on,” you say as you stand up. “We can learn some of the basics now. Starting with how to set the timer on the toaster.”

•~•~•

That afternoon you sat at the table, your paper flower in hand. You could not stop admiring the craftsmanship of the little plant. You could tell that Tech had put a great deal of effort into it. You can’t wipe the smile from your face.

The chair next to you scraps as it’s pulled back before Wrecker plops himself onto it.

“I never thought I’d say this, but I’m still full from the breakfast that you cooked this morning” Wrecker says.

“That Tech and I cooked” you correct. You had spent most of the morning teaching him how to make all sorts of food. Toast, pancakes, waffles, porridge, bacon, eggs, and more. Unsurprisingly he picked it all up quickly. Wrecker, Omega, Hunter, and Crosshair were also happy to eat everything the two of you cooked up.

“Well it was certainly an improvement from his first dish of the day!”

“Oh, it wasn’t as bad as it looked” you reassure. A look of horror crosses over Wreckers face.

“You actually ate that?” He asks in complete disbelief. “I’ll eat almost anything, you know that, but even I wouldn’t have touched what Tech made this morning.”

“Of course I ate it! Well some of it. He did his best. Besides, it was a sweet gesture” you shrug.

“Wow you must really like him if you ate that. He’s my brother and I wouldn’t have eaten that if he had made it for me.”

You open and close your mouth like a fish as you flounder at what Wrecker just said.

“I - no… - I don’t -it’s not like that-“

“Oh so you’re not interested in him?” Wrecker looks a bit crestfallen. “Because you’re really special to him and I thought you two would be a great couple.”

You have no way to respond to that. Because you do like Tech. So much. But you can’t help but replay his reaction after you had kissed him. You hadn’t been thinking and you just did it. But the way he tensed up afterwards couldn’t be a good thing.

Wrecker doesn’t seem to mind your lack of response. He just pats your shoulder before heading off again, leaving you with your little paper flower.

•~•~•

ENTRY LOG (6)

Results: This part of the experiment had its initial hiccups. The breakfast did not come out at all how I had intended it to. But it lead to a pleasant morning together as she taught me some tips and tricks to cooking. It was quite enjoyable and I enjoyed spending the time with her. She quite enjoyed the flower I made for her. Perhaps I could focus on something similar for a future experiment.

END LOG

•~•~•

It was midmorning and you were out shopping in the markets when you heard the news.

Hunter came sprinting through the streets, almost knocking you over upon his arrival.

“We’ve been searching for you!” Hunter huffs.

“I didn’t bring my comm. I didn’t think I would need it. What’s wrong?” You ask, something is clearly very wrong. He doesn’t respond right away, instead pulling out his comm and letting his brothers know that he’s found you and to head back to your shared little house.

“Hunter! What’s wrong?” You push. The worry was really creeping in now.

“I’ve received news from Rex.”

Oh stars. News from Rex. Not from Echo himself. Nothing good is going to come from this. You realise you’re not going to get anything else from Hunter at the moment. Not with the state he’s in. So you follow him, running from the markets and through the streets back to the house. Crosshair, Wrecker, and Tech are already there.

“What’s happened?” Wrecker questions as soon as the two of you arrive.

“Rex’s message was brief. Echo has been injured and he needs an immediate pick up” Hunter announces to the room.

“What are his injuries?” Tech asks.

“I don’t know, hence the urgency. We’re not needed in the fight. We just have to get Echo and get him back here to heal.”

“Well let’s go then!” You say trying to urge them back out the door towards the ship. Hunter holds up a hand, effectively stopping you.

“We can’t all go. We just go in, get Echo, and get out. We can’t draw attention to ourselves or the other clones there. Sorry Wrecker but you’re going to sit this one out.”

“Awwww” Wrecker groans in disappointment.

“Omega is still at school. She doesn’t know what’s happened yet, so I’m going to stay here with her.” Hunter looks to you. “She’ll need you too.” You nod your understanding. Hunter looks to Tech and Crosshair.

“That leaves you two. Crosshair you’re the best at stealth and Tech you have medical knowledge so you two are best suited. You’ll be gone a couple days, so grab anything you may need and we will take you down to the ship.”

A lump forms in your throat. None of you really knew what this mission would look like. You didn’t want to sit and wait while Tech was sent into danger. Your heart rate increased as panic started to settle over you.

“I don’t like this. I’m going to grab Omega so she can come see them off,” Wrecker says. Hunter nods his approval before Wrecker disappears through the door and down the street. Tech and Crosshair begin to rush around the house, grabbing any essentials they may need. Hunter places a hand on your shoulder.

“Breathe. He’ll be alright.” You know he’s not talking about Echo. You nod and do your best to pull yourself together. Break down after they leave, not before.

You and Hunter help Tech and Crosshair carry their things down to the caves where the marauder sits. You realise halfway to the ship that you’re carrying the case that contains Tech’s armour. You pray it will do its job and keep him alive and unharmed. That it’ll bring him back home to you.

The four of you have just finished loading up the ship when Wrecker and Omega arrive. Omega rushes up to her brothers and hugs them tightly.

“Look after him. And yourselves,” she says to them.

“Of course we will” Tech reassures her, tussling her hair slightly.

“Don’t worry yourself, we will be back before you know it,” Crosshair says, hugging her back.

Wrecker then scoops both of them into a hug, to disgruntled grunts from his brothers. You give Crosshair a hug as Hunter pats Tech on the back before your standing in front of Tech.

You simply stare at him, taking all of him in before you hug him. He wraps his arms around your waist and hugs you back just as tightly. You don’t know what to say. So, for a moment you just hold him close to you. When you finally go to pull away, his grip tightens around you for a moment before he lets you go.

“Stay safe out there,” Hunter says. Tech and Crosshair nod. Crosshair starts to board the marauder and Tech turns as well but you reach for him, grabbing his wrist gently. He turns to you again.

“Come back to me, Tech” you whisper.

He pulls his hand out of your grip, bringing both his hands up to cradle your face before he places a sweet, lingering kiss on your forehead. You close your eyes, memorising the feel of his lips on your skin, the feel of him here against you.

“I promise” he murmurs into your skin.

All too soon he’s on the ship and in the air.

Then, he’s gone.

•~•~•

It took a small scuffle with the Empire, but Tech and Crosshair had successfully rescued Echo and had him on the Marauder flying through hyperspace back towards Pabu.

Tech was currently studying Echo’s injuries, Crosshair sitting nearby.

“I told you, other than a few scrapes and bruises, I’m fine” Echo insists with an eye roll. Tech doesn’t remove his scanner.

“And I told you that your prosthetics were connected to your spine. There is a high chance that their removal has injured you,” Tech responds, not easing up on his examination. Echo huffs.

“I only needed a pick up because we were out in the middle of no where with no resources to replace my legs.”

“You were caught in a blast. A blast close enough to you that it was able to rip through your prosthetics. I think a check up is more than warranted.”

“Just give him this Echo,” Crosshair finally speaks up from behind Tech. “He’s pent up.”

Tech feels his annoyance starting to rise. Shutting off the scanner he turns to face Crosshair.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Tech snaps at his brother. Crosshair smirks.

“Ah still no luck with your girl then?” Echo asks and Tech turns back on him to find Echo also smiling teasingly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tech grumbles, but his brothers ignore him, talking as if he’s not even there.

“Last I saw he gave her flowers but didn’t realise she is allergic to them” Echo chuckles.

“You’ll like this then,” Crosshair starts and Tech drops his head into his hands, feeling embarrassment of all things - a feeling he’s not entirely sure he’s actually felt before.

“As we left for you he kissed her.” Echo sits up sharply and starts patting Tech on the back. Tech looks up to see a wide smile on his face. Crosshair just laughs. “Don’t congratulate him yet. It was only a forehead kiss.”

“What!” Echo exclaims. “Stars Tech that was probably the best opportunity you had!”

“Well of course I wasn’t just going to kiss her. She might not have wanted me to,” Tech says in his defence. Echo groans.

“Tech have you seriously not put it together yet. She likes you too.”

“I cannot be sure of that,” Tech responds.

“I can. So can Echo. And Hunter. Omega. Even Wrecker. I’m fairly sure that most of the locals already think you two are together. Tech you two are the only two people who don’t see it,” Crosshair says. “You just need to make the move. Confess to her. Kiss her. Sleep with her. Just do something. I’m sick of the pining.”

Tech splutters, his face heating up at Crosshairs words. At the thought of sleeping with you. Crosshair laughs at his loss of words but Echo seems to take pity on him.

“Tech, treat it like an experiment. Next time you’re with her look at her objectively. Get out of your head a bit and try to see what we see when she’s with you,” he suggests.

Tech nods absentmindedly, his thoughts starting to race. His best option to study your reaction to him would be to present you with another gift. Similar to the flowers but something without the negative consequences. Perhaps he could make you something. A gadget or trinket. Upon giving it to you he could really study your reaction. Echo is right. This started out as an experiment with his emotions to the side, but at some point he had started to focus more on his feelings for you than on the actually goal at hand - learning if you had feelings for him.

“His got his thinking face on. He’s plotting something,” Echo says to Crosshair. Crosshair grins.

“As long as it finally gets him laid.”

•~•~•

ENTRY LOG (7)

Results: Both the conversation with my brothers and the small kiss I gave her have refocused myself. I need to take a step back and watch her objectively to get a better idea of how she views me. I should study her heart rate, breathing, pupil dilation to name a few. The kiss I gave her should work as motivation. If all goes well and according to plan I shall hopefully be able to share a proper kiss with her.

END LOG

•~•~•

ENTRY LOG (8)

If all goes well this should be my last experiment. And if it does not go well it will also be my last experiment.

Method: For this attempt I have begun constructing a bracelet to gift her. Once it is complete, I shall present it to her so I may study her reactions to help me determine if she reciprocates my feelings for her. If signs indicate that she does I will express my feelings for her.

END LOG

•~•~•

“Hey Tech! What are you working on?” Omegas voice comes from behind Tech.

“A project. It is almost complete,” Tech responds without taking his attention away from the piece of jewellery in front of him.

“A project? Is it a secret?” Omega asks.

“Not necessarily. It is a gift for someone.”

“Really? What is it? Who is it for?” Omegas voice raising slightly with her curiosity and excitement. Tech is silent for a moment as he focuses on attaching the clasp, before he straightens and finally turns to face his sister.

“You can come have a look if you would like,” Tech says, and Omega hurries over.

“Wow!” She exclaims when she sees the bracelet on the workbench. Her eyes study the piece carefully, taking in the intricate details and the colourings.

“What do you think?” Tech questions softly, a little self consciously.

“It’s so pretty!! I think she will really like it!” Omega declares with a smile.

“I have not shared who the recipient of this gift is,” says Tech.

“You didn’t have to,” Omega responds with a giggle.

“You are very mischievous,” Tech says with a smile, which only causes Omega to laugh again.

“Is it finished?” She asks. Tech nods. “Good! You can give it to her now! She’s sitting outside.”

Omega starts tugging on her brother’s arm, pulling him out of his chair. A look of panic flashes across Techs face but he wipes it away quickly. This is good. The sooner he does this the quicker he can put himself out of his misery. He grabs the bracelet quickly before Omega is tugging him through the house towards the back door.

The door opens before they can get there and you step inside. Omega stops suddenly at your entrance, but Tech can’t slow himself down fast enough. He stumbles into Omega and the bracelet slips from his hand as he tries to stabilise both his and Omegas balance.

There’s a small clatter when it hits the ground and he can see a crack now running through it.

“Oh no!” Omega cries. “Tech I’m so sorry!”

“It is alright Omega. Accidents happen. Are you alright?” Tech asks, looking at her with concern. She nods, but she continues to look at the broken piece of jewellery with wide eyes.

You reach down and pick up the bracelet and offering it back to Tech. He takes it back from you, taking a moment to assess the damage.

“Don’t worry Omega, we both know how good Tech is at fixing things. He’ll get your bracelet fixed in no time I’m sure” you say in reassurance. Omega turns to Tech.

“Actually the bracelet is a gift for you,” he says, lifting his eyes from the cracked bracelet to meet your eyes. Despite the disappointment of presenting you with a broken gift, Tech turns his focus to studying your reactions. Your eyes widen and he can hear your breath hitch.

“Really?” You ask. Tech nods.

“I made it. I recycled some of my armour and melded it in with the metal then styled it into the weaving pattern,” he explained.

“Can- can I have a look?” You ask softly. Tech offers his hand with the item out to you and you take it from him gently, carefully examining the piece. Your eyes are wide and filled with sincerity when they turn to meet his again.

“This is beautiful Tech!”

“I can take it back and fix the crack for you-“ Tech starts but you hurry to interrupt him.

“You don’t have to! I quite like it like this,” you declare.

There’s a moment of silence where you both just look at the other, taking each other in. Tech steps closer to you.

“Would you like me to…” he begins, gesturing towards the bracelet still resting in your hand. You nod fervently. Tech takes the bracket back from you. You hold your hand out for him. You are both keenly aware of every brush of his fingers over your skin as he brings the bracelet around your wrist and secures the clasp.

His hand remains on yours as he studies you. Your pupils are dilated, your breathing slightly uneven, your body leaning into his, your pulse underneath his fingers erratic. Your eyes are also studying him before they dip to momentarily focus on his lips.

Tech can feel his own heartbeat speed up as you begin to slowly lean further toward him. He begins to move towards you as well, determined to finally feel your lips against his own. His nose brushes yours.

“Omega did you find Tech for me?” Hunter’s voice is loud in the quiet of the room. You jolt away from him.

So. Close.

“Yeah he’s here,” Omega grumbles. Hunter studies the three occupants of the room and a smirk creeps across his face.

“I’m sorry to interrupt whatever was happening but Echo is having problems with his new legs. Says they’re stiff,” Hunter says.

“Oh. Right. Let me grab my tool box and I’ll come have a look,” Tech says, but he can’t quite help the small amount of annoyance that sneaks into his voice.

Omega and Hunter move to head out, Tech starting behind them.

“Tech!” You call. He turns back to you. “Thank you for my gift. I love it.”

He gives you a warm smile. “I’m glad.”

•~•~•

ENTRY LOG (9)

Results: The bracelet was a massive success. Almost. I can now conclude that she does return my feelings to some extent. The only hinderance being an untimely interruption from my brother. I was so close to finally kissing her. I will ensure my next attempt will have no interferences from anyone.

END LOG

•~•~•

The next day Tech is sitting at his desk brainstorming ideas for another last attempt to confess his feelings when a knock sounds at his door.

“Come in,” he calls, not looking away from his datapad.

“Tech?” You say, capturing his attention. In a panic he fumbles to try and turn off his datapad to hide what was on the screen. Instead he manages to knock it off of his desk. You pick it up before he can get to it.

He watches you carefully as your eye catches what is on his screen. Your jaw drops when you realise just how extensive his little project is. You don’t read it, just take note of how many attempts he has made before you place the device back on his desk beside him.

“That looks like it took a lot of planning and effort,” you comment. Tech can’t tell what you’re feeling. You keep your voice very neutral. Tech sucks in a shaky breath.

“Well it is all for you. It needed to be perfect. Unfortunately not all of it went to plan obviously so umph-“ Tech starts his explanation but you stop him before he can get any further.

By pressing your lips to his.

You’re kissing him.

He breaks out of his shock, placing his hands on your waist and drawing you closer to him, returning your kiss.

He puts everything into the kiss. All the pent up months. All the failed attempts. All the almosts. He has waited for this moment for so long, he wanted to make sure you knew just how much you meant to him.

You pull away first to catch your breath. You take him in for a moment before you start laughing. It’s a giddy, joyful sound and Tech cannot help but join in.

“I’m so glad I finally got to do that!” You announce.

“You are?”

“Yes Tech! I’ve been thinking of nothing but this moment for months. There were a few times where I thought I might, but I always got too nervous. But yesterday we almost kissed and I couldn’t wait for the next almost. I needed to make it happen,” you confess. “And all your planning! I can’t believe you did all that Tech!” You kiss him again.

“I never thought you’d return my feelings. But I have felt this way for much too long to ignore it any longer. I needed to do something. This experiment seemed the best way to determine if you did return my feelings,” Tech explained. You laugh again.

“I most definitely do. If the kiss didn’t give it away,” you tell him. He smiles brightly.

“You know, you could have always just used a pick up line. Probably would have saved you a lot of trouble,” you tease. He thinks over your words for a moment.

“What about this: if you were words on a page you would be fine print,” he attempts.

“So you mean small, tricky, and hard to read?” You say seriously. Tech splutters, words stumbling as he tried to correct himself. You break into a smile. “I’m just teasing you Tech!” He huffs.

“Well that’s not very nice,” he pouts. You smirk.

“How can I make it up to you?”

“Let me take you out for dinner?”

“I think I can manage that.”

He leans in to kiss you again.

•~•~•

ENTRY LOG (10)

Conclusion: my overall experiment was a success. I confessed my feelings for her and discovered that she returned them and we are now dating. While this process might have been a little long winded it turned out to be a lot of fun for both of us. However looking back, if I could do it again, I would simply just tell her I love her. Because I do.

END LOG

SIGNING OUT

[stellarbit]

Keep Going, Excellent Job

576 words. NSFW Saw a post prompt about the bad batch boys involuntarily cumming inside when they hear you say "I love you"

So enjoyyyy

Perched at the edge of Tech’s workbench, you hooked your legs around him as his pace picked up. Feeling him inside you was everything at that moment.

Tech postured over you with hands braced on the table below you. He was committing the sight of you, flushed and writhing beneath him, to memory. Your eyes unfocused and lips hung in a lazy smile. His hand moved to thumb your lip before hooking his thumb behind your teeth.

Beautiful. You were the most intoxicating thing he had ever witnessed. An endless discovery.

Tech nearly came when your legs pulled him close. Your tightening around him made it increasingly hard to not do so. 

But he still had more of you he wanted to see. More he needed to feel. More to explore.

Your fingers desperately gripped at Tech’s back, even with him inside you it wasn’t enough - you wanted more of him. One hand slid behind his neck, forcing his eyes on you.

Tech recognized the glazed over look on you, it thrilled him to guide you through orgasms. He prided himself on moving with you, anticipating your every reaction, and playing you like an instrument. 

The pull of your eyebrows told him you were close. The grip you had on his cock told him it was only moments away.

“I believe it is time, sarad.” Tech said confidently.

In a heartbeat, you took him off guard. A moment of clarity passed over you as you searched his eyes in a way he had not yet observed. 

You melted into him again. “Tech,” You whined around his thumb as your fingers slid into his hair. Tech released you, directing his wet thumb to the sweet spot between your legs.

He knew the moan you were about to breathe.

“You are doing well,” his proud tone made you groan. “Keep going and you will finish.” He pressed his thumb into you and you were finished. “Good job.” He gave you long hard strokes as he watched you fall into ecstasy. 

“Oh, Tech.” Your eyes rolled back, a shudder thundering through you, “I love you. Tech, I-” 

With those three words Tech's pace faltered and he completely lost control. He gasped—not loud, but a sharp intake of breath that was wholly involuntary. He fell onto an elbow, grinding himself deep inside of you, coming undone over and over inside you. 

When he stilled inside you, your eyes found each other. Cock still throbbing Tech blinked down at you.

Tech’s mind reeled from what had just happened. The heavy breathes between you filled the silence and Tech pushed himself back up. His eyes fell away and he moved to pull your legs away.

You’d never said, or in his mind even indicated, that you loved him.

You gave your legs a squeeze, catching his attention again. “Tech?” 

“I understand,” Tech said slowly, finding himself at a rare loss for words. “That in moments of heightened emotion, things can be said-”

“I meant it.” You sternly cut him off, “I love you, Tech.” You were done holding the words back.

Tech visibly stuttered. He knew you and thus knew you had no reason to lie. Fascinating. His eyes widened as he slowly lowered himself back down. 

He gave a slow, mindless thrust. Tech was absolutely entranced. 

He brought his mouth to your ear and said in a low, eager voice. “In that case, I wish to hear you say that again.”

[nahoney22]

Perfectly Plucked

🫧 Pairings: Tech X Female!Reader

🫧 word count: 3.2k

Plot: Omega mentions to Tech that you love flowers, and luckily enough for him, you love him also.

Warnings: Fluff, safe for work, female reader (she/her), idiots in love, first kiss, nervous Tech.

A/N: it’s been a while since I wrote something cute with my darling, Tech 🩵

“So, what’s the plan?”

Omega’s voice is filled with mischief as she sways from side to side in the co-pilot’s seat, her eyes locked on Tech.

Tech doesn’t immediately respond. His fingers tapped lightly over the datapad, scanning through the incoming reports. But when Omega’s voice cut through the steady hum of the Marauder, his eyes lifted briefly, landing on her as she swayed back and forth in the co-pilot's seat. “Meaning?”

Omega leans forward, her grin widening as she tilts her head toward the viewport, pointing with her chin toward the object of their conversation. “You know... her,” she says in a teasing tone, her eyes sparkling with barely contained excitement. “Are you going to ask her out?”

Tech’s expression faltered for a split second—his eyes widened, just enough to give him away—before he quickly averted his gaze, pretending to focus on the datapad once more. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Oh, you definitely do. We’ve alll seen how you look at her. It’s pretty obvious.” Omega replies, rolling her eyes dramatically before jumping to her feet.

“I do not ‘look’ at her.” Tech mutters, his tone defensive. “I simply observe. That is all.”

Omega arches an eyebrow, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips. “Sure, ‘observe.’”

She pauses, tapping her chin thoughtfully as she begins to pace the cockpit.. “You could always make her something. You know, something nice and romantic! A gadget of some kind.” Then she frowns. “Although that doesn’t scream romantic.”

Tech looks up with a sigh. “Of course they are not. They are tools for beneficial use. And I do not believe she requires anything like that.”

Omega halts, then leans against the control panel, “Okay, maybe not gadgets,” she says, “But flowers might work. People give flowers all the time as romantic gestures.”

Tech blinks, his mind racing as he processes the suggestion. “Flowers?” His voice carries a hint of skepticism. “Why would she need flowers? They have no functional use. I would know if she had an interest in... what was it she said, ‘botanical remedies’?” He gives a small, self-assured smirk, as though this topic was already discussed between the two of them. “She tends to consult me on those matters.”

Omega rolls her eyes once but grins, “It’s not about the practical use, Tech. It’s about the gesture. Besides, she loves flowers.”

Tech’s brow furrows in thought. He glances over at you through the viewport, seeing you sitting outside the Marauder and methodically cleaning and refurbishing your armour.

His mind memorises Omega’s point, you were interested in flowers or any fauna.

Omega watches his expression change, a gleam of victory in her eyes. “You should really pay attention when she watches those holo-romcoms. You’d see how much she likes the idea of flowers.”

Tech’s fingers tap thoughtfully against his datapad, but his attention has clearly shifted. “I suppose that is true,” he murmurs, as though the idea of flowers suddenly isn’t so far-fetched after all.

Omega, sensing her triumph, beams. “So you’ll do it then? You’ll get her flowers?”

“No,” Tech answers quickly, looking back at his datapad with feigned disinterest. “I do not appreciate your attempts to manipulate me into admitting feelings. Again.”

She chuckles, remembering the long conversation she had chewed his ear off about flying being a ‘feeling’.

“So you do admit it?”

Tech shoots her a pointed look, his tone sharpening just a little. “Omega.”

She raises her hands in mock surrender, backing away with exaggerated slowness. “Alright, alright,” she sings. “But I know she would appreciate it. You just have to admit it.”

Tech huffs, his lips pressing into a thin line. He watches you for a moment longer, his mind still running through the possibility, before he mutters under his breath, “I’ll consider it.”

Omega’s eyes twinkle, her work clearly done. “Perfect.”

The warm, refreshing breeze threaded through your hair as you leaned back against the crate, letting yourself savor the simple pleasure of open air. Sure, it wasn’t exactly a luxurious beach chair on a pristine coast like you had been craving, instead it was a beat-up crate on an overgrown forest floor. Though after days cooped up inside the Marauder, it felt like paradise. Even if the company inside was great. More than great, really.

Your mind wandered, inevitably drawn to a certain member of the squad. You caught yourself smiling, and immediately cringed, pressing a hand over your face.

"Why do feelings suck?" you muttered under your breath, shaking your head at yourself.

After a few minutes, you sat up and surveyed your armour with a satisfied smile. You had to admit, you were really good at keeping it looking brand new. Gathering the pieces in your arms, you headed back toward the ship, still riding the lazy warmth of the afternoon.

You were halfway up the gangplank, not paying attention, when you collided with something - someone - solid. You grunted, stumbling back as a few pieces of your armour clattered to the floor.

“Oh stars, sorry, Tech!” you blurted out as you realised what happened, rubbing your forehead where you'd bumped it against him.

"Not to worry, I was not looking where I was going either," he said smoothly, though there was a softness to his voice that made your cheeks warm. Stars, he really got to you.

You quickly crouch to gather up the pieces of your armour, and Tech mirrors your movements without hesitation. His gloves brush against your fingers as you both reach for the same piece, and for a heartbeat, neither of you move. The slightest spark shoots up your arm, and judging by the way Tech’s hand stiffens just a fraction, you pondered wishfully if he felt it too.

True to form however, neither of you say anything about it. You clear your throat and pull your hand back, allowing him to pick up the last piece.

Once everything’s collected, Tech takes it and puts your armour in the Marauder. You move to step around him, but Tech moves at the same time. You both shuffle right. Then both to the left. You stifle a laugh, glancing up at him helplessly as you try again — and again — failing miserably to find your way past.

“We look ridiculous,” you mutter, half-laughing as you impulsively reach out and grab his shoulders to steady him and yourself.

His body goes stiff beneath your touch, as though uncertain what to do, and his adorable wide eyes blink down at you behind his goggles.

“Hold still,” you say through a grin, guiding him gently aside. He lets you manoeuvre him into place without a word, though you hear him clear his throat a little.

You finally step through the doorway into the ship, peeking back at him. “What were you up to, anyway?” you ask casually, hands on your hips

Normally, Tech would answer any question with straightforward precision, but today... today he falters. “I, ah... was merely seeking... additional reference material. For research purposes.” His voice, usually so confident and clipped, wavers strangely. It’s so unlike him that you tilt your head in suspicion, narrowing your eyes in a playful squint.

“Oh?” you say slowly, intrigued. “What kind of research?”

His mouth opens — and then promptly shuts again. He adjusts his goggles unnecessarily, his hands fidgeting at the edges of his belt. Definitely suspicious.

Your curiosity only grows. “Well, if you need help,” you offer lightly, “I’d be happy to join you. I wouldn’t mind stretching my legs.” But then you realise, “Actually, I don’t want to leave Omega on her own-”

You barely finish speaking when a voice pipes up right behind you, startling you.

“I can look after myself, you know,” Omega says, clearly having been eavesdropping the entire time. She crosses her arms proudly. “I’m not a little kid anymore.”

You and Tech both turn toward her. “Not going to start the ship up and fly away without us, right?” You tease.

“Well I can’t promise that” Omega teases, looking between the two of you. “But I’ll do my best to resist.”

“Alright then,” You nod, allowing her to stay behind but then look to Tech to get his verdict.

“I suppose we will not be long.”

“Great!” Omega chimes, “You two can enjoy your date - uh, I mean…”

You stare at her, wide-eyed and mortified at her slip (if it even was) of her tongue.

Tech’s ears burn under his goggles, shooting her a look that you don’t see. He straightens his posture, clearing his throat.

Soon after giving Omega one last warning not to do anything disastrous on your outing, you fall into step beside Tech as he leads the way off the ship.

He doesn't say much at first and you don't push about why he was oddly quiet. You’re quite content for a moment to simply walk through the warm, open air and the forest ahead looks inviting. And being with Tech was such an added bonus.

“So, what exactly are we doing?” you ask after a short while, glancing over at him. “You never did tell me what kind of research this was.”

He pushes his goggles up his nose, fingers twitching on a small device in his hand. “It is a standard environmental survey,” he says quickly, “Nothing particularly noteworthy.”

You squint at him, reading him like a book. “You’re a terrible liar, Tech.”

“I am not lying,” he says, his tone stiff. “I am merely withholding certain specifics for operational efficiency.”

You bite back a smirk but let it go, following him deeper into the trees.

The forest itself hums with quiet life around you. The soft chirping from unseen creatures and the faint trickle of a nearby stream was tranquil. The trees tower overhead, their bark a deep reddish-brown, had wide canopies of green and gold leaves that flutter gently in the breeze.

If Pabu didn’t exist, you would actually consider having a home here.

After a few more minutes of walking, you watch as Tech slows and veers off the beaten path. He stopped at the edge of a rocky clearing and looked over a bed of wildflowers that had tiny blossoms in vivid colours that sway.

He activates the device in his grasp with a quiet beep and starts scanning the flowers.

You lean against a large boulder nearby, resting your chin on your arms as you watch him work. His brows are knitted in focused concentration, a tiny crease forming above his nose.

Honestly? Adorable.

“You’re really invested in this ‘environmental survey,’ huh?” you tease lightly, smiling.

He doesn’t glance up. Instead, he carefully kneels and inspects a cluster of bright yellow blooms. He selects one, pulls a small pair of pliers from his utility belt, and snips the stem.

“What’s that one?” you ask whilst he holds the flower delicately between his gloved fingers.

He looks up at you, and there's something almost shy in the way he offers the information. “It is a part of the aurelia family, a plant known for its versatile healing properties," he explains. "It is particularly effective in creating salves for minor abrasions, something you once mentioned a preference for, if I recall correctly.”

You blink, caught off-guard by the thoughtfulness that he remembered a conversation you had with him quite a while ago now.

Before you can find the right words, he steps closer and offers the flower to you. “I would like you to look after it,” he says simply, placing it carefully into your hand quite quickly and looking away.

You cradle the delicate bloom as if it were made of glass. “I’ll guard it with my life,” you say with a mock-seriousness, but your heart thumps a little faster all the same.

Tech merely nods, satisfied, and turns to continue walking. You follow behind, hand still clutching the bright flower like it was something far more precious than just a plant. Well, to you it was anyway. You loved flowers.

You walk in easy silence for a while, the forest thickening around you as the path narrows.

You're still cradling the yellow flower carefully in your hand when you notice Tech slow again, his scanner flickering softly. He kneels by another patch of blooms — this time a cluster of small, delicate flowers in a soft shade of your favorite colour. You watch as Tech examines them, but instead of scanning them like before, he hesitates. His hand hovers for a moment before he plucks one gently between his fingers, standing up and turning toward you.

Without a word, he steps close, the flower dangling loosely in his grasp. His expression is unreadable behind his goggles, but there’s something almost... tentative about his posture.

You tilt your head, curious. “What’s that one?” you ask, smiling.

Tech visibly stiffens. His mouth opens, but whatever explanation he had seems to falter halfway through forming. “It does not possess any notable medicinal properties,” he admits, adjusting his grip on the flower. “It is... actually scientifically insignificant.”

You blink at him, confused. “Then why did you want me to hold it?”

For a second you swear you see Tech’s composure crack. He shifts awkwardly, looking anywhere but at you. “I considered it might be useful for... cross-referencing petal structure... for research purposes,” he says, far too quickly and far too technically to the point it sounded weird.

You narrow your eyes in mock suspicion, catching on that there’s definitely more he’s not saying. “Uh-huh. Sure,” you say, voice light but you can’t ignore that your heart beats a little faster. Did he want to give it to you… because he wanted to?

He seems to be silently warring with himself. His fingers twitch like he’s about to hand you the flower after all but at the last second, he stops.

Without another word, Tech then turns and — in a move so uncharacteristically flustered it makes you bite back a laugh — he tosses the little flower into the underbrush as he walks away.

You stare after him, baffled and amused in equal measur. Definitely suspicious.

Tech continues gathering flowers as you both wander through the forest, stopping here and there to snip a stem or examine a petal with meticulous care. You gave up asking about each one after the third or fourth as it became obvious he was just handing them to you without much explanation.

Instead, you quietly let him do it, your arms gradually filling with an array of blossoms: soft yellows, rich blues, gentle lilacs, vivid reds. The bundle was chaotic and beautiful.

After a while, Tech finally straightens and looks around the clearing with a satisfied nod. “This will suffice,” he announces.

You stop beside him, brushing your fingertips over the petals lightly, inhaling the gentle, sweet scent. “You picked a really pretty bunch for your research,” you admit softly, smiling over the bouquet at him.

Tech adjusts his goggles with a slight nervous twitch to the motion. “Yes, well...” he starts, voice a little stiffer than usual. “In truth, I would prefer you to keep them.”

You blink, surprised, lowering the flowers slightly to peer at him more clearly. “Keep them?”

He shifts on his feet, clearly uncomfortable but forcing himself to explain. “Omega mentioned that you appreciated flowers. She also suggested that they were considered a... romantic gesture. More appropriate than, say, a customised multitool.” He clears his throat, rapidly gaining momentum as he continues rambling.

“You wanted to get me flowers?” you interrupt softly, the words slipping out before you can stop them.

Tech freezes mid-sentence of his tangent. His mouth opens and closes once — then he nods, sharply, as if resigning himself to it. “Yes. That was the intended outcome.”

Your cheeks burn so hot you swear Tech could probably feel it. You hug the messy bouquet a little tighter to your chest, heart thudding so hard it drowns out the hum of the forest around you.

Tech, seemingly unaware of just how much he’s affecting you, blunders on, still trying to justify himself as if he really needed to. “Initially, Omega suggested a handcrafted gadget. However, after observing flora within the holo-romcoms you frequently view, I concluded that a floral gift might have a statistically higher probability of being well-received, despite its lack of practicality—”

You’re barely listening anymore. You’re too busy staring at the ridiculous, wonderful bouquet in your hands, and the man who meticulously gathered every single stem just to give them to you.

“So... there was no research,” you say, your voice catching slightly.

Tech hesitates, then tilts his head slightly, almost sheepish. “No, not exactly,” he admits.

You bite your lip, trying and failing to hide the grin spreading across your face.

Thinking for a split second, you pull a small flower from the messy bundle — a delicate little thing with soft pink petals — and step toward him. Tech watches you with a sort of curious stillness, almost like he’s bracing for whatever strange human interaction he’s about to experience for the first time. A soft tenderness he yearned for you.

Carefully, you tuck the flower into the side of his goggle band, the bright bloom resting just above his ear. You step back to admire your handiwork, smiling. “There,” you say lightly, “now you look even cuter.”

Tech blinks, his hand automatically coming up to touch the flower like he’s not sure it’s really there. He tilts his head, studying you as a small, almost hesitant smile curling at the edges of his mouth.

“That would suggest that you found me ‘cute’ beforehand.” He exhales through a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding.

You meet his gaze, feeling daring. “Maybe,” you say coyly with a shrug, the word slipping out in a playful lilt.

Something shifts between you. Tech’s smile lingers, but it’s gentler now. His hand drops back to his side, but he takes a small step closer, close enough that you can smell the faint, clean scent of him — old leather, warm metal and tools, and something sharper underneath, something just him.

Your heart thuds painfully against your ribs.

Neither of you speaks. The forest seems to go quiet, the golden leaves above stilling like even the world around you doesn’t want to interrupt.

Slowly, carefully, Tech raises his hand, fingertips brushing against your arm like a silent question. You don’t pull away. If anything, you lean closer, your bouquet pressed tight to your chest like it’s the only thing keeping you anchored.

“Would it... be acceptable,” he says, voice almost a whisper now, “if I—?”

You don’t even let him finish. You nod, once, fast and certain.

The distance closes naturally. His gloved hand slides up, cupping your cheek with a reverence that makes your breath hitch. You tilt into him instinctively, and when he finally, finally leans in, his kiss is as careful and deliberate as everything else he does. A featherlight brush of lips at first, testing the waters, before deepening ever so slightly as he feels you melt against him.

It’s sweet, and a little clumsy, and absolutely perfect.

When you finally pull away, you’re both smiling genuine smiles that don’t need words to explain.

The flower you tucked behind his goggles is a little crooked now, and somehow, that just makes it even better.

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[areyoufuckingcrazy]

Hii! :) Can you do a bb x fem reader where omega kinda looks up to her as a mother figure. You can make up whatever scenarios you want but i thought of one where she scrapes her knee and it has to have a bandage on it but she specifically wants the reader to help her and not one of the boys because she's her "mom". Also maybe one where Omega accidentally calls reader mom but just rolls with it like yeah you're my mom now 😭

Summary: Omega needs a mom

“Didn’t Mean To Say That”

Bad Batch x Reader

Omega didn’t call you anything special.

She didn’t cling or make big declarations. She just quietly started finding excuses to sit beside you, help you with little tasks, follow you around the Marauder while pretending she was just looking for something.

The others noticed before you did.

“She’s always with you,” Echo said one day while tightening a bolt on the ship’s undercarriage. “Not that it’s a bad thing.”

“She’s learning,” you replied with a shrug.

“She’s copying you,” he corrected, looking up at you. “And I think you’re the only one who can actually tell her no.”

You blinked. “She listens to Hunter.”

“She listens to Hunter like he’s her commander,” Echo said, wiping his hands. “She listens to you like she’s scared she disappointed you.”

You didn’t know what to say to that.

⸻

It wasn’t even a dramatic injury.

The team was resupplying on a quiet green moon, and Omega had been chasing something through the brush—barefoot, of course—when she tripped over a root and fell hard onto a patch of dry, cracked dirt.

You were halfway through checking the food stock when you heard her call out. Not a scream. Just a surprised, breathy “ow!”

Hunter reached her first. He crouched down, gentle and calm as ever. “Let me see, Omega.”

“I’m fine,” she said too quickly. Her voice was tight and embarrassed.

You came up behind them as she rolled her pant leg up to reveal a scraped, dirty knee. It was shallow, but definitely needed cleaning.

“I’ve got it,” you said, setting your kit down beside her.

“I can—” Hunter started, but you shook your head gently, and he stepped back.

Omega didn’t say thank you. But she relaxed the second your hands touched her skin.

You cleaned the scrape carefully, pausing whenever she flinched. “This bit might sting, sweetheart.”

She gave a tiny nod, avoiding your eyes. She always did that—like she was afraid of crying in front of you.

When the bandage was finally in place, you gave her knee a light pat. “All done. You’re okay.”

Omega cleared her throat and stood a little too fast. “Thanks,” she mumbled.

Then she glanced at you, hesitated, and added more quietly, “…you always do it right.”

You smiled at her. “Guess I’ve had practice.”

She didn’t ask what kind of practice. She didn’t want to know if you’d bandaged your own kids, or someone else’s. She just ducked her head and wandered back toward the Marauder without another word.

You caught Hunter watching you as you packed up the kit. He gave you a small, knowing look.

“She didn’t want me to touch it,” he murmured. “Waited for you.”

You sighed. “She doesn’t say it. But… yeah. I know.”

Hunter looked down, thoughtful. “Do you mind?”

You glanced toward the ship, where Omega was already scribbling in her datapad on the ramp, tongue poking out in concentration.

“No,” you said softly. “I don’t mind at all.”

⸻

It was late.

The rest of the squad had turned in for the night. You were up boiling water for a terrible instant tea when Omega padded into the galley, holding her datapad and looking sleepy.

“Can’t sleep?” you asked, keeping your voice low.

She shrugged. “Not really.”

You gestured to the bench beside you and she climbed up without hesitation, curling one leg under her body. She handed you the pad.

“You want me to look?” you asked.

She nodded. You scanned the shaky sketch of a jungle creature you’d seen together earlier that week. It was rough, but you could already see her eye for shape and color improving.

“This is really good, Omega,” you said. “You’re getting better.”

She beamed.

And then, offhandedly, she said, “Thanks, Mum.”

You froze.

She did too.

Omega blinked. Realized. Turned red.

“I meant—I wasn’t—I just—it slipped,” she rushed out, looking mortified. “I didn’t mean it like that. I mean—I know you’re not my real mum, and I didn’t mean to say it, it just—”

“Hey, hey,” you said gently, setting down the pad and taking her hand. “It’s okay.”

She stared at your fingers wrapped around hers. Then, quieter: “You’re just nice, and you take care of me, and I didn’t mean to make it weird—”

“It’s not weird.”

She looked up.

You smiled softly. “I don’t mind if you call me that. If it feels right to you… then it feels right.”

Her eyes were glassy now, and she blinked a few times like she was trying to hold something back.

“I didn’t want to make you feel like you had to be my mum,” she whispered.

You brushed a lock of hair from her face. “You didn’t. I just… started acting like it anyway, didn’t I?”

She gave a tiny laugh through her nose and nodded.

“I don’t have to be your mum,” you added. “But if that’s what you want—if that helps you feel safe—then I’d be honored.”

Omega didn’t answer right away. She just leaned into your side, head against your arm.

“…okay,” she whispered.

You stayed like that for a long while.

⸻

The Next Morning

You didn’t bring it up. Neither did she.

But she was quieter than usual at breakfast, and stuck close to your side like she was worried you might vanish. Crosshair raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Tech glanced between you both like he was running internal diagnostics. Echo watched Omega lean into you and simply nodded to himself.

Wrecker eventually broke the silence, grinning like a fool as he tossed a packet of dried fruit toward her. “Hey kid—you gonna share that awesome drawing you made last night or what?”

Omega perked up and pulled it out of her pouch. She passed it across the table, and the others crowded in.

It was a sketch of all six of you. Bad Batch plus one. You standing in the middle with Omega’s hand in yours.

Everyone had their names labeled underneath. Hunter, Wrecker, Echo, Crosshair, Tech…

And under you: Mum.

Omega’s eyes went wide. She reached for it. “Wait! I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s okay,” Hunter said softly, stopping her hand with his. “You don’t need to fix it.”

“Yeah,” Wrecker added, clearly emotional. “It’s perfect.”

Omega looked at you again.

You just smiled.

She didn’t say anything after that. But she didn’t take the drawing back either.

⸻

[mouwriter]

Hi! I read your Star Wars and Arcane headcanons and I loved them, congratulations on the amazing writing! I look forward to reading more of your works.

I'd also like to request a Bad Batch x reader headcanons/fic/blurb, you choose it. I had this idea that since they don't have a good relationship with regs, it'd be hard for them to receive appropriate medical care from clone medics, because of that a medic!reader would be assigned to assist them on their missions. In the beginning they'd be skeptical, but slowly they would warm up to the reader and secretly each of them would start to fall in love with their medic. How would they proceed? Would they be willing to share?

If any of this makes you uncomfortable or you don't write for these themes I understand and please feel free to ignore this, thank you in advance! <3

(Also English is not my first language, if there are mistakes or it's confusing I apologize, thanks again ;))

oh my goodness, first request on this acc!! tysm, this is such a cute concept!!! :D

wc: 1.7 k

reluctant bad batch x medic!reader

characters: Crosshair, Echo, Tech, Wrecker, Hunter

You’ve worked with some… difficult patients before, so when you were assigned to specifically join a force of specialized clones, you figured you knew what you were getting into.

Boy, were you wrong.

Not only were these men difficult, but there was something off about them; at first you thought it was your imagination, but as time passed, you wondered if maybe there really was something there—but what? 

Wrecker started off as your favorite. His wariness wore off within two hours of meeting you; you laughed at one of his jokes, and it was then that he knew he was going to like you. And he told you so, even though you’d assume the opposite when you were treating him.

Despite his tough, brutish appearance, Wrecker was a bit of a whiner when it came to wound care. He’d hiss at the cold packs, flinch away when you tried to disinfect anything. 

“Why can’t you just put me in the bacta tank?” he asked you one day, cursing and gritting his teeth while you pulled debris out of a nasty scrape.

“Because we don’t have a bacta tank,” you said with a gentle smile. “I’m sorry, I know this sucks.” You grabbed his hand and gave it a quick squeeze before returning to work.

He glanced at you through squinting eyes, and for a moment his face relaxed. He couldn’t watch you work—it’d freak him out too much—so he fixed his gaze on your face. You had been too focused to notice, but you did notice that suddenly he stopped twitching. He even seemed relaxed. 

If you had looked up, you would’ve seen the faint smile on his face. It was less than his usual grin, the one he gave you whenever you finished patching him up. It was something softer, something stemming from somewhere deep within him. 

He might’ve been your favorite, but you were certainly his favorite. Always laughing with him, amusing him when he wanted to show you something… you were almost kinder to him than his brothers were. What wasn’t there to love?

“All done,” you said, and he switched to his broader grin just in time. He threw a large arm around you, pulling you close enough that he could feel your heartbeat against his side.

“Thanks, Y/n! You’re good to me,” he chuckled, looking at you with a little too much fondness. You grinned, then both of you blushed and looked away.

“No problem,” you replied, clearing your throat.

Echo was another interesting one. An ex-reg, now half machine, half man. Sometimes you didn’t know what to do with him; you were trained in medicine, not mechanics. 

But he was patient, and mostly self-sufficient besides. He’d answer any questions you had when you (attempted to) treat him. 

You always noticed that he seemed… fragile, somehow. Make no mistake, he was probably the toughest guy in the troop, considering what he’d been through. But whenever it was just the two of you, sitting in silence, you could sense that there was something deep within him that he tried valiantly to protect—something soft.

You never pried. Instead you’d make casual conversation, even joke around with him. You weren’t sure what else to do, but it seemed to work with him.

Little did you know that he was fully aware that you had him figured out. But you didn’t treat him like a sob-story; that was what really got him. 

If anything, you were the mystery. He was curious about you; he’d try to ask questions while you worked, but he didn’t want to make anything obvious.

Make what obvious? he asked himself one night. What was there that he was trying to hide from you? Certainly not his past; you already knew about that. What more could there be?

At first, he didn’t want to say anything. Or do anything. Why would he? He valued your friendship above everything. But after a while—specifically after he was reminded time and time again that life doesn’t last forever—he decided he might try something.

That something turned into several things; small, but hopefully you’d get the point. Grabbing your hand to lead you somewhere, whispering in your ear, praising you. 

He feared he wasn’t being obvious enough, but you already knew from the moment he even wondered if he liked you. You always had him figured out.

Crosshair was, by far, your worst patient. He wasn’t a fighter—well, he wasn’t a fighter once you actually convinced him to sit down and let you treat him. Even when he was on the ground, unable to move, he’d curse and tell you to get away as you approached.

All that fire dimmed into red hot embers when you were close to him. He’d never look you in the eye. Occasionally he’d glance at what you were doing, making a snide comment about how he could probably do it better.

“Maybe,” you responded one day, “but then why would I be here?”

He just scoffed, but that did get him thinking. The thought of you gone somehow didn’t seem right. Had he gotten used to you being here? That couldn’t be it; every time he saw you, there was a distinct frustration stirring in his chest.

That frustration would spike whenever he saw you. The mere sight of your face would make him roll his eyes and scoff. 

Whenever you weren’t looking, he’d stare at you. Half of the time it was because he wanted you to notice and get uncomfortable. But as he developed this habit, he found himself memorizing your features. The curve of your nose, the exact hue of your skin. The way you smiled and laughed.

Why didn’t you smile at him like that? The answer was obvious, but not to him. Eventually he developed a kind of jealousy, a desire to be noticed by you in a way that wasn’t entirely negative. 

But he’d never actually put in the work to do that. His version of showing his newfound affection is continuing his snide comments, but with some odd twists.

“Wrap it up already, mesh’la-troan.” 

Compliments, and always in Mando’a. You’d ask the others what they meant, and they’d just look at each other with a little grin. 

“Crosshair said that?”

Tech was actually the most welcoming; or at least he claimed to be. When he heard you’d be joining the team, he was supportive.

“Having a designated medic is advisable for any operative group,” he had told his brothers.

But whenever you’d try to treat him, he’d backseat-doctor the entire time. You could tell that, internally, he was still getting used to not having to act as the medic anymore. 

For that reason he was also a very difficult patient. You once caught him trying to put a dislocated knee back in place by himself, and he insisted that he “knew how” when you tried to intervene.

“I know that you know, but just let me help you!” you pleaded, pulling his hands off his leg. 

He just sighed, gritting his teeth and letting you do your thing. Through all the pain, your words repeated in his head. He reflected that you never talked down to him while he tried to tell you how to do your job; but you never really did what he said, either.

You were aware of his knowledge, and you acknowledged it. But you knew what you were doing, too. As difficult as it was, he realized that he’d just have to trust you.

He tried talking about other things when you’d treat him. You were a good listener, though you may also have been considered a captive listener. 

Sometimes you’d reference the things he said to you offhandedly. When you returned to a particular planet, you’d spout off a few facts that he’d told you before. 

He found himself telling you more and more, trying to see what you’d remember. Or perhaps it was just the feeling that you were actually listening to what he was saying and keeping it in your head. 

Once, while he was ranting to you, he let it slip.

“The population of one of the planet’s moons is considered to be the most attractive in the galaxy, though I’d argue that you hold that title.”

You had stopped moving, looking up at him with wide eyes. He glanced away, clearing his throat and continuing his rant with bright pink cheeks. You just smiled to yourself, giving his arm a subtle squeeze.

Hunter was a little intimidating sometimes; as the sergeant of the group, he had a certain air of authority about him, which did nothing for your confidence. That, and the fact that he was deadly silent around you.

You knew that he had something to say whenever you’d treat him, but he wouldn’t be saying it to you. 

You would overhear him once in a while talking to his brothers about you, though. Mostly neutral or even positive comments—genuine or not, you weren’t sure. Maybe he was just trying to get the others to come around. At least at first.

It took a long time for him to warm up to you. Perhaps it was seeing how his brothers opened up to you, or perhaps it was the way you never gave up on him, but at last he came around.

You always talked to him while treating him, but never expected him to reply. Mostly you were just explaining whatever you were doing to him. He never seemed to care, and would just nod and let you do your thing.

Eventually you noticed a change. It was subtle, but it was there. He’d sit closer to you on the cot. He’d actually reply verbally when you tried to talk to him. And all that praise that he’d use to warm up his brothers, he actually said to your face.

“Thanks. You do good work.” Then he smiled. 

He’d pat your shoulder or your head next. Then he’d actually start calling for you when he needed you, or when his brothers did. 

“There you are. We need you.” 

You blinked at him, hands freezing on your kit. He nodded at you with a grave face, reaching out to you. You smiled, stepping closer and opening your kit. His hand rested on the small of your back for a moment before he stepped away, letting you get to work.

His words rang in your head; they were genuine, not just him trying to get his brothers to like you.

Privately, they were all thinking the same thing. They did need you; you were a fantastic medic, sure, but you were something more to them. You represented safety. You were what they fell back on after a harsh beating, physically or mentally. 

Because at the end of the day, they knew they’d be returning to you, and that you’d be waiting with open arms and a smile that made their hearts hitch.

might make a part 2 to this honestly, I had a lot of fun with this :D but take care lovelies, and ty for reading!! <3

[neon-junkie]

The Tower

Summary: Gasping for air, unsteady hands, blurred vision - Why did this have to occur during the midst of battle?

At least Tech knows how to help.

Word count: 1.7k

Pairing: Tech x GN!Reader. Can be read as platonic or romantic.

Tags: Panic attacks, Anxiety attacks, Angst, Comfort, Happy ending.

Notes: I've had maaaaany requests for some angsty comfort with Tech. About time I wrote it! Based on my favourite tarot card - The Tower.

When the tower begins to crumble, it's bound to fall.

Built on an uneasy foundation, it was only so long until your walls began to chip away, and with it, the rest of the structure started to collapse.

And whilst you are somewhat used to that sensation, you're not used to this out-of-place timing.

"We'll regroup at the Marauder," Hunter's voice comes through your comm, strapped to your wrist. Tech is the first to reply, mumbling a swift, "affirmative," before returning his full focus to his blasters. He is, as always, quick and precise with them, saving ammunition until he's certain that his shot will be a hit - a trait that he's picked up from one of his brothers.

One by one, the droids fall, and whilst this is child's play, you seem to be struggling.

There's a pain in your chest, a weight, gripping at your lungs and crushing them from the inside out. Your hands, often steady with your weapon, are jittering more and more as every moment passes. And your throat fails to relax, causing your breaths to become shorter, faster, until your head begins to spin from lack of oxygen.

Knowing that you need a moment - a brief moment to set your bearings straight - you duck behind a crate and press your back up against it, barely looking up to watch Tech finish off what's left of your opponents.

This brief moment blurs on for an eternity, and the more that time passes, the worse you become. Your knees come up to press against your chest, palms gripping onto your weapon, as if it's somehow going to steady you during this emotional ride. The sound of your name being called out to you fades from your ears, and a ringing takes its place.

That is, until a firm hand finds your shoulder, and you flinch.

"Oh," Tech sighs, his fingers flexing shut as he watches your eyes meet his. Reddened cheeks, wide pupils, tears threatening to spill from your waterline - something isn't right, but it doesn't take a genius like Tech to realise that.

Rather than placing his hand on you again, Tech speaks your name in a soft tone. "Are you alright?" he brings the important question to light, and from your silent response, he takes it that the answer is no.

Once more, Tech mutters your name, and he's extremely cautious as he gently wraps his hand around your bicep, attempting to offer you some form of stability. "Are you hurt?" Tech questions, and to his surprise, you manage to shake your head.

"Alright," Tech nods, calm and patient. He pauses, his eyes wandering over your form, analysing the state that you're in. By now, you're sobbing, but there's still a washed glisten of fear in your vision, as if you're staring down at your worst nightmare - an imaginary ghost that he cannot see.

Tech crouches down, positioning himself on one knee by your side. His thumb subconsciously begins to rub back and forth against your arm. "I think I understand what's happening," Tech comments. "Although, I do not know how to help. If I can be of any assistance, then please, inform me how."

Sniffles fill the air after you suck in a few deep breaths. "I don't know," your words merge into one, but Tech manages to make them out.

"We need to remove you from this environment," Tech decides, forming the first steps of his recovery mission. "May I take your hand?" he offers.

Tech's heart softens out as you slide your hand into his, allowing him to pull you up with ease. You're a jittering mess, that much is obvious as Tech wraps your arm around his, and begins guiding you out of this hellhole. Thank the Maker that your opponents are down, else that would only worsen things.

"Our safest place is the Marauder. Are you comfortable with me comming Hunter, and asking him to pick us up?"

You instantly nod, knowing that the Marauder brings you a feeling of warmth and security. "But I don't want the others to see me like this," you blurt out, and Tech simply nods his head with understanding.

"Of course," he confirms. "I will lead us onto the shuffle, and keep the others distracted whilst you retreat to your private quarters. I'll inform the others that you need assistance, but sway them from interfering. From there, I'll join you, and we will set our next steps to recovery."

Tech follows up his plan with a simple, "how does that sound?" and lets out a pleasant hum when you agree to it. From there, his plan begins springing into motion, and before you know it, the Marauder is coming into your line of sight with the cockpit door lowered.

As always, Wrecker is waiting at the doorway with his hand extended, always eager to help you on board, but Tech politely pushes past and begins muttering something under his breath. Through Wrecker's fully armoured form, you can tell that he's taken aback, but backs off unquestionably, allowing you to scurry past and disappear down the hallway.

The second that you reach your dorm, the downpour of your tears breaks out into a thunder, and you barely manage to shrug off your coat and shoes before curling up into your bunk.

It takes Tech exactly twenty-three seconds before he's entering your dorm without a knock, seeing as you consented to it beforehand. "Oh dear," he coos as he enters, and his hand hovers over the lock before questioning, "shall I lock it?"

"No, thank you," you shake your head at the same time, and with it, Tech eases off.

A tall glass of water is placed on your bedside table, almost overflowing with how close the water is reaching the rim. Tech takes a seat beside you, and a hand comes to rest on your forearm. To his surprise, you shrug it off, only to wrap your hands around his waist in a desperate attempt for comfort. Tech accepts you, cradling you against his chest, hushing you in a soft tone.

"Let it all out," Tech coos, comforting you as the tears continue to fall. His hands stroke and grasp at your back, attempting to provide as much comfort as he can. Tech is somewhat familiar with this subject, although it's been a long time since he's ever had to support it, and an even longer time since he has received such support.

Tech's last occurrence was back when he was a Cadet. One of his fellow brothers broke down into a state of panic, and Tech, being the sweetheart that he has always been, could only hug them as the moment passed. 

Since the war broke out, it's rare to find a moment for your emotions to overspill, seeing as everyone is always up on their feet - Troopers and Jedi alike. You’re no stranger to the sight of seeing men hunched over at the end of battle, their form exhausted, stress lines present on their skin, and a look of desperation in their eyes. Perhaps they have also noticed that in you. 

The hard form of Tech's chest armour lies pressed against your cheek, and only when your panicked state starts to relax, do you realise how uncomfortable the plastoid surface is. With an uncomfortable expression, you move your head away, gazing up at Tech with tear filled eyes.

"It appears my armour has left its mark," Tech comments, earning a soft laugh from you.

"Remind me to never cry into your armour again," you swat back. Your hand trails over the indent left on your cheek, and for whatever reason, that pulls you from your dark thoughts.

Warm eyes meet yours, still laced with concern, his brows raised accordingly. “I will bear it in mind, if the… incident ever occurs again.” 

“I hope it doesn’t,” you state with a sigh. The sides of your fists come up to rub your eyes, attempting to fresh the life up in them. “I’m sorry you had to see that,” you apologise, your hands now finding comfort in your lap, fingertips fidgeting with each other.

“Do not apologise,” Tech responds with sternness. “Please, I will never accept your apology for something like that.” 

You can’t help but let out a chuckle. “Message received,” you say with a smile. “Let’s just hope it doesn’t happen again.” 

“And if it does, you know I will always be here to assist you. I am… no stranger to what just happened,” Tech explains, his eyes drifting from yours as his shoulders soften. Now, you’re no longer the saddest person in the room. 

“Care to share?” you question. 

“Ah, well-” Tech waves his hands as his back straightens. “It is not my information to share, but I can inform you that I have seen this happen before. Multiple times, really. Being a Cadet was never easy…” 

Your hand comes to rest on his forearm, a gesture that is not left unnoticed. “I’m sorry,” is all you can sigh. 

“Did I not just inform you to never apologise for such things?” Tech responds in a firm tone, yet there’s a playful smile on his lips. You mimic his expression, soon letting out a laugh. Tech’s hand rests atop of yours, giving you a firm squeeze before suggesting, “shall we go and see the others? Wrecker especially looked awfully concerned about you.” 

“Yes,” you agree with a nod. “I wouldn’t want to keep any of them worrying. I’m alright now.” 

“That, you are,” Tech confirms. He rises to his feet, and offers you a hand. You accept it, steadying yourself on uneven legs, your muscles still relaxing after a storm of negativity. 

Before exiting your dorm, Tech lets out a soft, “do not forget your water,” as he holds the door open for you. A glass of water in hand, and you head out to regroup with your squad, your friend close behind, always ready to have your back - if you ever need it.

[sagittariuswritings]

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*Unattached by @motherroam-rs

Captain Rex

Where Trust Falls Apart by @captn-trex

Wolffe

First Kiss part 1 & *2 by @tanobatcher

Howzer

*Domination by @merlincmgirl

Cal Kestis

*Balance by @multi-fan-dom-madness

Din Djarin

Stormy Skies by @deakyjoe ^*Bloodlust by @dindjarindiaries definitely more to add, i've just been on a tbb kick, din will be next and you'll see like 30 more added (most will unsurprisingly probably by @dindjarindiaries)

[clonetrooperjournals]

Summer on Pabu Masterlist

It's summer time!

Nothing says summer like warm sandy beaches and fun adventures! Now that the Bad Batch are officially retired from their lives of soldiers they are embarking on a new adventure, a simple life. A part of living a simple life is the not so simple act of falling in love and everything that comes with it. Are these ex-soldiers ready to take the chance at a summer romance? 

Main masterlist here

HUNTER ~

WRECKER ~

TECH ~

CROSSHAIR ~

ECHO ~

OMEGA ~

dividers by @saradika-graphics

[ghos-twinter]

The Bad Batch when you fall asleep against their shoulder

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦: 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴:,)

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐵𝑎𝑑 𝐵𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 (𝑆𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒)

ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ:

Freezes for a moment when he felt you gently place your head against his shoulder, he knew you were exhausted after the mission but he just didn’t expect you to suddenly fall asleep like that it actually makes him feel warm inside though, you trusted him to let your guard down around him which to him meant that you felt safe around him too.

He sees Crosshair smirk at him but he quickly brushes it off he’ll make sure not to move around a lot so you can get plenty of rest.

He might actually close his eyes for a bit too the warmth your body radiated was comforting to him in a way and it helped calm down his senses after you wake up you quickly apologize to him but he tells he doesn’t mind it at all.

ᴄʀᴏssʜᴀɪʀ:

At first he wanted to shrug you off his shoulder but then he remembered you telling him you were having troubles sleeping at night at times you didn’t get into the details about why that was but he completely understood what you meant, at times he could stay awake for hours and would have to report for a mission the next day lacking sleep.

Wrecker sends him a smug look but Crosshair rolls his eyes and mouths “don’t be loud” to Wrecker he would quickly send glares to anyone who got too loud while you slept.

Crosshair felt weird though you being close to him felt somewhat comforting to him he didn’t know why it made him feel that way.

If you wake up you quickly apologize to Crosshair but he shrugs mumbling a “didn’t matter to me you looked tired anyways.” Doesn’t mind lending you his shoulder again if you need a quick nap.

ᴡʀᴇᴄᴋᴇʀ:

It doesn’t take you a long time before you fall asleep against Wrecker’s shoulder he’s too warm which makes you sleepy at first Wrecker is confused and debates on waking you up or not but when Tech tells him you’re probably just exhausted from the mission he decides not to wake you up. He completely gets it though during a mission his adrenaline can be pumping but afterwords he’s totally exhausted.

Even though at times Wrecker can be loud he’s completely silent so he doesn’t disturb your sleep he can’t help but find it cute when you mumble a few words in your sleep, some of the words he can make out and some others he can’t.

You apologize to Wrecker about sleeping on him but he shrugs “I didn’t mind! Hey did you know you talk in your sleep?” You can only hope you didn’t say anything too weird.

ᴇᴄʜᴏ:

He’s actually used to it especially when it’s you he remembers whenever you would travel with them on missions you would fall asleep on his shoulder or Five’s shoulder (depending who was the closest to you) so it wasn’t someone new to him.

Might join in with you on taking a power nap but if he stays awake he’s quick to shush the others if they start getting too loud

“I did it again didn’t I?” You ask Echo as you finally wake up from your nap he chuckles “you really need to get your sleep schedule adjusted.” You groaned “tell me about it.. sorry Echo.” He smiles at you “I don’t mind.” Echo is willing to lead you his shoulder again if you need a quick nap which in return makes you happy.

ᴛᴇᴄʜ:

Tech doesn’t shrug you off but will definitely lightly scold you about your sleeping pattern and needing a better sleeping routine you let out a small grumble before falling asleep again, Tech doesn’t mind it honestly though he’s still able to work on his datapad and plus the others can fly the marauder.

He does appreciate though that you can easily let your guard down around him he’s like oh they find me safe and warm? That’s new but he’s smiling about it.

When you wake up you apologize to Tech about falling asleep on him he’s quick to reassure you that he doesn’t mind but PLEASE get your sleeping routine in check. Seriously the amount of times he’s found you awake until the sun rises is concerning…

[sinfulsalutations]

𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕖𝕒𝕥 ⋆*･ﾟ𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜱᴇx, ᴄᴜɴɴɪʟɪɴɢᴜꜱ, ꜰᴀᴄᴇ-ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜰɪxᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛꜱ

⋆ ★ ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇʟʏ ɪᴅʀᴋ. ɪ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛᴀɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰɪʟᴛʜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴘʟᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ. ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰᴜɴ

➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

Hunter - Actively drowns himself

Hunter thinks the best place he could ever be is buried deep into your cunt. He loves the feeling of every jerk of your legs, every single fold and crevice of your sex. Even then he feels like it isn’t enough, and presses himself to you so adamantly and for so long he leaves with his entire face drenched.

I’ve expressed before that his nose is a clit tickler and I still stand by that. He presses against it while he lets his tongue fuck into your hole, letting out heavy breaths that make you sigh and twitch against his face.

He wants everything from you. Wants you whining and bucking into him. Groans into your cunt “C’mon pretty, give it to me. Let me have it, oh, let me give you this,” when he’s making you reach your peak.

Tech - Treats it like a scientific experiment

There’s a method to making you orgasm thoroughly and pleasurably, Tech has discovered, and as a man of logic, it wouldn’t be correct to treat pleasuring you any differently than he does other situations.

The first time you let him between your legs, Tech takes his time to thoroughly take you in, and he collects his observations, infers what might make you cum the hardest, the fastest, and soon after he begins to run his “experiments.”

He concludes quickly that it’s all about the combinations of stimulation and how they’re applied, how hard or gently he sucks your clit in his mouth while his fingers probe your entrance, the speed of his index and middle pumping into you while his tongue gently licks around your folds. Tech won’t rest until he’s figured out everything that makes you click and cum.

Wrecker - Wants to be your chair

If you think Hunter is messy about how he eats your pussy, you haven’t seen Wrecker yet. This boy wants to be so roughed up and drenched you’ll be in need of a shower before he even gets his cock wet.

And he wants you to sit. Not hover, not squat, sit. You may express insecurities or worries of hurting him at first, but Wrecker is extremely adamant it’ll all be alright. I mean, come on. The man is huge, and any worry of crushing him is gone the instant he grabs onto your hips and situates you right on him.

Wrecker is incredibly eager when he laps at your cunt, tongue and fingers reaching any place he can, encouraging you to move and grind all over him so you can get your fill. If he gets your spend dripping down his chin and trailing down his neck, that just means hes given you and you’ve given him everything you can feasibly give, and he can wipe it away with a pussy drunk look on his face before asking if he can make you come again.

Crosshair - Does it more for himself than you

You could reasonably argue that Crosshair likes eating you out more than you like getting eaten out. This man craves it like he’s addicted, forever hooked on your taste, your body, every twitch and sigh and slight movement of your body forever ingrained in his mind.

Somehow, despite giving, he manages to be selfish. Crosshair is groaning into you, whispering things he knows you can’t hear because hes talking to himself (or your cunt). Even through that, he makes it good for you; being selfish doesn’t mean it won’t be enjoyable for the receiving party. If he’s slow and thorough about it (which rarely happens) he can make you see stars with the gentlest of pets. But usually, you come fast and hard. And no matter what, he makes you feel good.

Echo - Slowly but surely

Echo is probably one of, if not, the most romantic when it comes to eating you out. He doesn’t want you to do any work; “Don’t grind your hips, sweetheart. I’ve got it. Just feel good for me.”

Giving is something he feels is necessary to show his love and appreciation in the bedroom, so he wants you to lie back and let him make you fall apart at his own pace. And Maker do you fall apart.

Echo knows every single rhythm with his licks and pumps and sucks, every pattern he could follow that will make you feel so good your eyes are brimmed with tears once you do finally finish. But he’s quick to rise up and kiss them away, whispering little nothings while his hand traces the curves of your body, easing you back down from the high.

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[vekreng]

Tech - Totally Not Crushing

prompt: "...something with tech and an awkward reader maybe they admit feelings for each other or they are caught being cute by the rest of the batch and they tease them?.." pairing: Tech x Reader words: 2.2k requested: yes!

You didn’t know if you wanted to scream for the sake of screaming or if you wanted to throw yourself in front of some wild beast.

It had been an absolute age since you met the Batch, and him. The individual members were all striking in their own way, but none stood out more to you than Tech.

Your throat buzzed with an idle hum as you watched him tinker on the Marauder. He wasn’t as physically strong as his other brothers, no, but his intellect was unmatched. He could see patterns in nature and people that were indecipherable to most, pointing out what was about to happen before even Hunter could pick it up at times. His mind stored a vast wealth of knowledge on just about everything you could name and then some. He lacked subtlety in only the most adorable way. His round, soft eyes looked gentler still through the amber lenses of his goggles. He checked on you after every mission or trip, asked for your assistance on just about every task.

Time and time again you tried to confess, and time and time again the words died on your tongue. You tried when you were paired up alone on a mission, when you two had to sneak through a palace, when you two were the only ones awake one night in hyperspace. It was always so perfect, except for… for what? Why could you never tell him? Nerves, maybe? Perhaps the way his eyes locked with yours caused you to instantly short circuit and forget everything you ever knew. Yeah. That was definitely it. A very logical explanation. 

Your eyes followed the fluid movement of his hands, his skillful fingers practically dancing through the ship’s wires as he teased out minor bugs in favor of much larger ones that he will try to convince Hunter are actually improvements.

God, you loved him.

If only you could just say it.

“Staring is only going to put him off, you know,” a voice drawled from behind. You whipped around in a panic, only to see Crosshair grinning your way. “Pretty sure you don’t want that.”

“Cross!” You scolded, pinching the bridge of your nose. God, of course it had to be him. “Give a bit of warning next time, maybe?”

“I’m a sniper. It’s quite literally my job to not give any warning.” He pushed himself off the door frame he was leaning on and made his way to your side, leaning down ever so slightly to be more level with you while you both watched Tech work. “What’s your goal here? Memorize every aspect of what he looks like so you can dream about him at night? Or are you going to say something like a normal person?”

“You’re such an ass,” you grumbled, glaring at the ground. “You have no idea how hard this is for me. What if he rejects me? We all live on one very tiny ship, I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle that tension! Or what if I do tell him and he just doesn’t get what I’m saying and I have to spend ages trying to get more and more blunt and obvious about it. Do you really expect me to live out the rest of my life reliving that moment forever?”

“And what if you tell him and he says he feels the same way?” Crosshair argued back. “Talk to him or leave him alone. You make me want to throw up every time I see how lovesick you are over him.”

“I can’t, Crosshair! I freeze up every time I try!” 

The sniper spun you around to face him. “In this line of work, freezing up could mean death for you and your teammates. You take action when it’s needed; I’ve seen you do it. What’s so different about this? Get it together, walk over there, and tell him how you really feel, before you don’t get to tell him at all.”

You could only blink at him.

------

Hunter peeked around the edge of the Marauder briefly to watch you and Crosshair fighting before turning back to Tech. “You’re going to have to face them eventually, you know.”

“I do not understand your meaning. I face them every day.” Tech soldered a broken wire together, tugging lightly on one end to ensure the connection was strong. “Your statement is baseless.”

“You’re misinterpreting my words on purpose,” Hunter pointed out as he waved to Wrecker. The strongest of them all brought over a massive crate of spare parts and started handing bits of them to Tech. “I’ve seen how you are. Somehow, you’ve mastered the art of having as much interaction with them as possible while also avoiding them.”

“I do not avoid anyone.”

Hunter barked out a laugh. “Oh, really? Then why do you only take piloting shifts when theirs isn’t right before or after yours, or run off into only known safe markets and leave us all behind?” He passed a spanner to his brother. “But when we’re in unfamiliar territory, you refuse to leave their side unless one of us is already sticking with them, and even then you try to weasel your way in. Face it, Tech. We all know you’ve got a bit of a crush on them.”

Tech maneuvered to the underside of the ship, his face a light sheen of red. “Ensuring the safety of a teammate is not evidence of a crush, Hunter. I am merely showing caution in hostile territory.”

“I think the only person who doesn’t know that you’re in love is them,” Wrecker butted in, jerking his thumb over his shoulder to where you and Crosshair were squabbling. Hunter glanced over to see that Crosshair had put you in a headlock and refused to release you until you cried uncle. “You’re not really good at hidin’ it, to be honest.”

Tech huffed. “As I keep telling you both, I—”

Hunter suddenly called out your name, cutting Tech off. “We need to get a few more supplies before we take off. Can you help Tech finish things up here while we head to the stalls?”

Crosshair kicked your leg when you opened your mouth. “Yeah, we can’t trust you to get actual essentials. Besides, you probably know as much about the Marauder as Tech does by this point.”

Before you could protest, the three brothers vanished into the shadows of the docking station.

You gulped. Crosshair’s words looped in your head.

It had to happen at some point, you suppose.

Slowly, you walked to where Tech was gathering up his tools. “I thought you had more work to do?”

“I do,” Tech replied, not looking up from his task, “but the remaining repairs are inside the ship.”

Great, you thought as you followed, all alone and in a confined space. What could possibly go wrong?

------

You were pretty sure that you were going to implode if you spent another minute helping Tech in the cockpit. 

Somehow the man was far too close and much too far away at the same time. You inched nearer and he pulled back. You gave him space and he closed in. Every time you opened your mouth to speak he would unknowingly interrupt with some sort of commentary or delegation, and when you closed it he looked at you expectantly for a comment. Ugh, it was infuriating. Just speak already! Tell him you love him!

You took a deep breath. Alright, this time, for sure. No more backing out. You can do this. It’s just three words. You’ve got this.

You steadied the rickety stepladder that Tech insisted on using to reach a panel in the ceiling. A few safety lights had gone out and Hunter was worried that it was an indication of something bad despite the protests of his sibling.

This was it.

Another breath. “Hey, uh, Tech?”

Tech hummed. His head was completely buried in the darkness of the ship’s interior system.

You squeezed your eyes shut to muster up all the courage you possibly could. “Look, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you, for… a while now. And I was hoping that, since everyone else is gone, we could talk— HOLY—”

Tech shouted in surprise as the ancient stepladder finally gave out from underfoot, his flailing limbs knocking the both of you over, crashing hard enough into the floor for you both to see stars briefly.

“That hurt,” you muttered as you forced your eyes back open. It took a second for them to focus, but once they did, you realized with a start that you were looking into Tech’s.

Which were mere inches away from yours.

Because he had also fallen.

Conveniently, you cushioned his fall.

Oh no.

Tech’s mouth opened, then closed. Then opened again, and closed again. Even in your horror you couldn’t help but think that he looked an awful lot like a fish.

“I apologize,” he finally spluttered, scrambling off of you and sitting against the wall. “I, it was not my intention to, I mean, that is….” He hesitated. “I’m sorry. Are you injured?”

You slowly sat up, rubbing a hand over the shoulder that hit the ground first. “A little sore, but I’ll be okay. What about you?”

Tech carefully tilted his head back and forth. “Nothing is broken. My fall was successfully broken, albeit accidentally.” He looked back at you, his goggles askew and one lens fractured. “I should have calculated the risks of using that ladder more thoroughly. My carelessness resulted in your harm; I will grab the bacta patches. Remain here.”

“Tech, wait!”

He paused when your hand landed unexpectedly on his upper arm, staring blankly at it before focusing on you. “Yes?”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “Your… oh, just hold still for a second.” You reached up and removed his goggles, peering at the right lens. The crack didn’t stretch fully across, but the glass was compromised nonetheless and would need a replacement. “They’ll work for now, but I really hope you have a repair kit somewhere for these. Or a whole separate pair.” Carefully, you pulled the bent frame edges back into place before refitting them to his face. “How’s that?”

Tech let out a small puff, the air surprisingly cold against your hot skin.

Wait. Hot?

Oh, you were much closer than you previously thought. Oh. Oh no.

 “Thank you.” Your name escaped Tech’s lips in a whisper.

“Yeah,” you breathed, your head reeling from the proximity between you two. Or the fall and subsequent head injury. “Any time.”

The silence that followed felt like a lifetime, but a clock proved it to be only a few seconds.

“...Tech,” you said slowly, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. The timing felt so off, so wrong, so inappropriate somehow, but you already let too many ‘proper’ opportunities slip by. You couldn’t take the chance again. “Look, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while now. I wanted to tell you that I’m—”

“I love you!” Tech blurted out, grimacing right after for cutting you off.

Now it was your turn to make an impression of a fish.

“I’m… I’ve loved you for some time now. I love your smile, I love the crinkle by your eyes when you squint, I love how you look when you’re lost in thought. I love your laugh, your kindness, the way you look after my brothers just as we do to you. I love the effort you put into helping in any way you can, and how you show grace when someone makes a mistake. I know you’re leaving, but I had to tell you.”

Your finger tapped an uncertain rhythm on the floor of the Marauder, your brain running a thousand miles per second. Tech loved you back? And he thought you were leaving? “Why do you think I’m going away?”

“Echo has gone to work with Captain Rex once more; it was only logical that your recent shift in behavior and desire to express something important indicated you felt similarly,” Tech explained. “Was that… not accurate?”

You couldn’t help but laugh and oh, the sound was so sweet to your own ears. It was a mixture of pure joy and relief. “No, Tech, it wasn’t that. I just wanted to let you know that I love you too.” Your hand found his, your foreheads gently knocking together. “I love how serious you are, how studious you can be, how attentive you are to the world around you. I love how you ask me to explain social mannerisms in exchange for a personalized research dive on whatever I want. I love watching you be confident and skillful in your work, and I love when you let me convince you to relax and let someone else take over. I love you, Tech, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“That makes two of us, then,” Tech smiled. “Though I think any further discussion should be put on hold until we get a bacta patch on your shoulder.”

A snort escaped your nose. “I’ll allow a distraction just this once, so long as you promise to help me out with it.”

“Naturally.”

[zoeykallus]

Hello there!

Would you mind giving us something angsty? Like, Reader confesses her love to the batchers (and maybe Rex and Mayday?). They do feel the same, but they react in the wrong way somehow, so that reader gets hurt, but in the end there is something like a happy end? Like separate little short fics or one-shots.

I know that's probably a lot of work, so please don't feel pressured to do this.

Aloha! Yeah, I think I can do that 😊

The Bad Batch/ Mayday/Rex x Reader Prompts – Confessions

Part 1/7 - Tech

Warnnings: Love Confessions/Angst/Hurt/Comfort/Fluff

Masterlist Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

AC: I tried to tackle this one with the thought in mind that Tech is/might be in some autistic spectrum. Now please don't throw any stones at me, I have no real life experience on that subject, so I kinda wrote this one the way I feel Tech after almost three season.

You've had feelings for him for a while now. Your heart beats faster, you feel warm when he approaches you and your eyes meet. You could listen to him day and night, no matter what he talks about. You think a part of him knows this, must know it, because when he discovers something new and wants to tell someone about it, he usually comes to you automatically. Because you listen to him attentively, every time. Your feelings go beyond friendship, you long to be close to him, you miss him every second he's not around. But you know Tech is somehow different. Sometimes he's very forthcoming, seems to enjoy being around you, but other times, he's more distant, almost as if he's trying to keep you at arm's length, as if he can't handle your presence right now. You have no idea how exactly to assess this behavior, it often feels like a roller coaster ride. It's not always easy to deal with and adjust to. But you want to do the right thing, so you don't push him when you realize he's pulling away, even if it hurts.

But one day, you summon up all your courage. Tech and you are working on damage to the outer hull of the Marauder. Until just now, he was telling you about his idea to improve the alloy for the metal of the outer hull and how he plans to make certain modifications to the ship in the future. Now, however, there is a brief pause, and you continue to work in silence. Your gaze wanders thoughtfully from his helmet, which is resting on a toolbox behind him, back to him Your heart is pounding in your throat, your hands are even shaking a little as you decide to finally tell him, to tell him how you feel about him. "Tech?" His name comes over your lips, almost like a whisper. He heard you, though. Normally he would answer you and listen without looking up from his work, but something about the way you say his name catches his attention this time. He pauses, turns his head in your direction and looks at you, his eyes widening a little. "What's wrong?"

His gaze, those beautiful eyes, like dark brown amber. Your knees go weak. You try to hold his gaze, but every now and then, you blink and look to the side before looking at him again as you speak. "There's something I need to tell you" His brows move up questioningly. "Is it something important?" You hesitate for a second before saying, "I guess it's a matter of opinion. It's very important to me" Surprised, you watch as Tech puts down his tools and turns to you. "Then let me hear it," he says promptly. Now you have his undivided attention. Your stomach is tingling, your heart is doing wild tricks in your chest. Your mouth goes dry, and you hastily reach for the water bottle to take a few sips. As you put the bottle down, your hand trembles so much that you can barely put the bottle down properly. Tech doesn't miss this, of course, his brows draw together in concern, but he waits silently for you to tell him. "I have feelings for you," you suddenly say so quickly, with a look on your face as if you were ripping off a band-aid. Then you smile nervously, inwardly cursing at yourself.

He stands there, motionless, and looks at you. Occasionally he blinks. You don't know what you were expecting, but some kind of reaction would have been nice. You nervously hold your breath.

"Romantic?" he finally asks after what feels like an eternity.

You finally dare to breathe again. He sounds thoughtful, confused, maybe even overwhelmed, but you can't quite put your finger on it right now, your own thoughts and your heartbeat are so incredibly loud.

"Yes, Tech. You know, accelerated pulse when you're near me, tingly feeling in my stomach, the need to be close to you, to want to please you. Bittersweet nervousness..."

For a moment, he looks at you as if you have a rare disease that might be contagious, and your stomach tightens at the sight. You regret saying a single word. "I'm not sure how to deal with this," he says thoughtfully, averting his eyes, "I can't... process" You can't help but stare at him helplessly. You feel the blood drain from your face, and your whole body suddenly seems to become much heavier. You swallow and say in a helpless attempt to pretend everything is okay, "It's okay, Tech, we don't have to talk about it" You turn back to your work, avert your gaze, and you miss Tech's confused, questioning look as he asks, "Don't we have to? You said it's important to you" "No," you say and put the tool to work, "We don't have to, everything can just stay the way it was before" He looks at you silently for a while longer, lost in his thoughts, before resuming his work. _______ Over the next few days, you hardly speak a word, in fact you avoid him. You feel like an idiot, hurt and exposed. The thought that Tech knows about your feelings makes you feel like you're walking around naked and every one of his questioning, scrutinizing glances weighs heavily on you.

One evening, as you sit alone in the cockpit, you hear someone walk toward you, and by now you can already tell that Tech is approaching by the sound of his footsteps. You shrink into the co-pilot's seat and focus obsessively on the datapad in your hands. As he says your name, your shoulders shrink down, you try to make yourself even smaller, you don't look up as you answer, "Yes?" His voice sounds soft, but still in his very own matter-of-fact way, as he says, "A few days ago, when you told me about your feelings, you said we didn't have to talk about it and everything could be the same. But it's not. You're avoiding me, avoiding eye contact. I realized that my first reaction made you feel insecure, probably even gave you the wrong impression. I've come to the conclusion that nothing is the same as before and that there is a real need to talk about it" You sigh softly and ask, "Is there something on your mind?" Instead of answering, Tech leans down towards you. Surprised and a little startled, your eyes do wander in his direction. He kisses your cheek gently and chastely, then sits down in the pilot's seat.

Your fingers automatically move to the spot where his lips touched your cheek, leaving a soft, tingling sensation. You feel warm, but at the same time you are confused and can't help but stare at him questioningly. "After some time to process what I've heard, said and felt, I've realized that these feelings are apparently mutual. I hope that's not a problem" You blink several times and straighten up a little in your seat. A soft smile at the corners of your mouth. "That's not a problem, Tech, not at all" He nods, smiling. "Good, so we can explore this new territory together, right?" You resist the urge to fall around his neck, you know that Tech processes things differently, especially in the interpersonal sphere, that he takes longer and values physical contact very differently. You nod, your smile a little wider. "I'd love to, Tech," you say softly. Your heart almost leaps out of your chest with joy as he reaches for your hand, tentatively at first, but eventually with gentle determination. With a cautious smile, he says, "I hope you'll be patient with me" You laugh softly, gently, and beam at him as you reply, "I have all the time in the world for you, Tech"

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Shifting Loyalties NSFW

Word Count: 7.7k Pairings: The Bad Batch x fem!reader, Tech girlies you get an extra treat. Warnings: I'm not gonna lie y'all, this is smut with almost no plot. I can't list it all. I have no excuses, it's all the batch at once so that should give you an idea of what you're walking into. But no clonecest here. Barely proofread. Summary: The Bad Batch and you are supporting the 501st on a mission, where you are reunited with your old squad. The Batch get a bit jealous and Jesse fans the flame. NSFW

Fives is alive for this because, who doesn’t need more Fives and who doesn’t want to scream at canon sometimes.

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“It’s obnoxious is what it is.” Crosshair spat, biting down hard enough on his toothpick to snap it in two.

The source of his irritation was the scene unfolding amongst the men of the 501st. During another last-minute mission as General Skywalker's backup, you and Echo had settled in with your former squad before it was time to turn in for the night. Gathered in a loose circle were Echo, Rex, Jesse, Fives, Kix, and you, catching up while the Batch observed from a distance.

Perched on a crate, with Fives at your side leaning on an elbow and talking your ear off, you crossed your ankles and swayed your feet lightly, clearly enjoying the conversation. When Fives' hand casually landed on your thigh, emphasizing his point, Wrecker couldn't suppress a low groan.

"What's so special about those guys, anyway?" Wrecker grumbled, tossing a hand in your direction as a loud laugh escaped you. "I bet it's not even that funny!"

Paying as little attention to the situation as possible, Tech interjected, "There's nothing 'special' about them. It’s simply a shared history." He glanced up to see Fives stand a bit taller, gesturing animatedly as he dominated the conversation. Fives leaned closer to you, his hands gripping your knees for balance.

Logically, there was nothing wrong with their behavior. As Tech understood it, such comradery was not uncommon amongst the regs. Yet seeing you at the center of it set his teeth on edge.

Kix and Jesse had picked up on the Batch’s attitude the moment you stepped off the Marauder. Rex warmed up to the 99’s but the rest of the 501st maintained their distance. That distance solidified into distaste when you left the 501st to join the Batch.

As Rex and Echo broke away on their own, Jesse sidled up to your side, opposite of Fives, with Kix at his side. While Fives pulled every laugh out of you he could, Kix noticed the scowl Tech was leveling him and subtly nudged Jesse.

“Looks like we’ve got an audience.” Kix muttered.

Jesse glanced briefly towards the four Batch members who were watching intently. "Oh, really?" Jesse scoffed, his gaze sweeping over the group before returning to you with a renewed, cocky smile. “Well, then let’s give them something to look at.”

Hopping up next to you, Jesse leaned into your space to position behind your back and hovering over your waist. “Say, Shorty?” He finally interrupted Fives’ ramblings, getting the ARC trooper to push off of you.

“Oh!” You laughed. “Back to ‘Shorty’ are we?”

Fives crossed his arms and grinned, “Well, seeing as how you are shorter than us - you’ll always be a shorty to us.” He nodded towards his brothers at your side. You rolled your eyes, but the small smile tugging at you betrayed your enjoyment

Catching this, Jesse and Fives shared a knowing look, Fives briefly glancing at Jesse's hand still poised near your side. Fives then uncrossed his arms and nodded subtly.

“As I was saying…” Jesse continued, his tone teasing. “You ever get over that little twitch of yours?”

A confused look passed over you. With a small shake of your head you asked, “What ‘twitch?’”

Without warning, Jesse’s hand snapped to your side, his fingers wiggling into your ribs, eliciting a yelp as you jumped into him. In a desperate attempt to escape his tickling, you shimmied forward, laughing through the discomfort. The sudden movement toppled you off the crate, straight into Fives’ waiting arms. Without missing a beat, he caught you with one arm cradling your ass and the other holding you by your waist.

Jesse and Kix chuckled as you shoved against Fives, your feigned anger fooling no one. Kix leaned over to Jesse, musing, "Oh, they didn't like that one bit."

“Looks like someone should go lend them some comfort.” Jesse said sarcastically, sauntering off towards the four troopers.

From their side, the Batch watched on in disgust as you sat in Fives’ arms losing yourself in laughter. He hoisted you over his shoulder, bouncing you a couple of times for show, before setting you back on your feet.

"Show off," Hunter muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes as he turned from the spectacle. He gestured to his brothers with a brisk nod. "C'mon lads, let’s head inside." Despite the order, Tech, Wrecker, and Crosshair remained firmly in place as Jesse approached, his presence igniting further irritation.

A guttural growl rumbled from Crosshair as Jesse closed in, his tone playful yet provocative. "You're not heading out so soon, are you, fellas?" He jerked a thumb back in your direction, his grin sharp. "You’re missing all the fun over here."

“Oh goody.” Crosshair angled a mean smile at him, placing a toothpick between his lips. “Tell me, are all regs as dull as you?”

Maintaining his composure, Jesse leaned in slightly, his confidence unshaken. “With her smiling like that, I can’t say I’m too worried about being dull. We always kept her smiling. In fact, most nights with us ended with her being happy.” He casually rested a hand on his hip, his smirk widening. “Guess you fellas are only good with clankers.”

Tech, standing next to Crosshair, frowned deeply, his eyes flicking between the men of the 501st and you. His voice was sharp, clinical. “What exactly are you insinuating?”

Before Jesse could reply, Wrecker pushed forward, his massive frame towering as he stepped between his brothers. His voice was deep and menacing, each word dripping with threat., “Yeah, what are you in-sin-ua-ting?”

Jesse stepped closer, meeting the challenge and smirking up at the large clone. “I’m saying, we must’ve been doing something you aren't.” His gaze briefly flickering over to where you were mingling with others, finally realizing where Jesse had strayed off to. While he could, Jesse snuck in one more jab. “Guess Echo didn’t tell you everything. We were more than a squad to her.”

The implication ripped a growl from Crosshair, but before he could escalate the situation, your warm voice broke the tension. “You wouldn’t be causing trouble now, would you, Jesse?”

Jesse turned toward you with a feigned innocence, his chuckle light. “Of course not,” he replied smoothly. “Just catching them up on the old days.” As he clapped a hand on your shoulder and gave it a playful shake, he threw in, “Speaking of which, why don’t you bunk with us tonight, Shorty? It’ll be just like old times.”

His use of your nickname in front of your squad heated your face. From the noise Crosshair made, you were going to have trouble living that down.

With a laugh, you rolled his hand off your shoulder, your tone light but firm. “Oh, I don’t think so. I actually need to get some sleep.” You poked a finger into Jesse’s chest plate playfully yet pointedly. “Which I’m sure wouldn’t happen with your lot around.”

Wrecker's eyebrows flew up as he shot a look at Hunter, who wore a similarly stunned expression. They were just beginning to catch glimpses of your unfiltered self, and while they had suspected the men of the 501st were trying to rile them up, they never dreamt of the level of intimacy you just admitted to.

Seeing you banter so comfortably with the regs, with laughter and playful jabs, left the Batch glowering. For the first time in their lives, they were truly jealous of these regs. They were getting used to being the closest to you, the ones you leaned on during missions, and this unexpected side of you—closer with regs than them—struck a chord.

“Let’s go, lads.” Hunter ordered with a firmness that turned your head. You knew your squad was on edge with the regs, but Hunter sounded almost angry. He left without another word and his brothers trailed behind shortly after. Crosshair was the last to leave, flicking his toothpick past Jesse, barely missing his face.

Watching them retreat to the makeshift barracks adjacent to the 501st’s, you turned to Jesse, your expression one of exasperation. "What did you do?" you demanded.

Jesse put his hands up innocently, saying, “Not my fault your squad doesn’t like to share.”

Share? Weighing the worth of further questioning him against checking in with the Batch, you grumbled in frustration and pointed a warning finger at your former squadmate, “You’re just as bad.” Not allowing him to get under your skin as well you made for your barracks. 

You walked in on the Batch quietly conversing, standing around Wrecker as he sat on a bottom bunk. Out of the lot, Tech and Wrecker turned slightly to see you walking in their direction. You gave a little wave as you neared. The conversation fell silent the nearer you got, widening your nervous smile. They are not happy, you inwardly groaned

Attempting to break the tension you said in a light tone, “Can’t believe we’re actually sleeping in the barracks.” Pulling up to the corner of Wrecker’s bunk, you leaned against the post, arms crossed. “Echo will be pleasantly surprised.”

Crosshair snorted, “It fits. He’s full of surprises.” His odd response, again, pinched your brows.

Widening your eyes and raising your brows in the awkward moment, you flared your fingers out around your arms. “Well, I’ll just pick a bunk.”

You pushed off the bunk only for Wrecker to catch you by the elbow and tug you into his lap, teetering on his thigh, with a hand at the small of your back.

You twisted in your spot to smile at Wrecker, who was looking unexpectedly bashful. “What’s all this?” They boys had only recently started toeing past physical boundaries, this was a bit of a jump for them. Further trying to dissipate the tension, you rocked into Wrecker with your hip. “Scared of sleeping alone suddenly?”

Wrecker swallowed hard, his eyes darting briefly to his brothers as if seeking support or reassurance.

Maintaining a polite, albeit confused, smile you followed his line of sight.. While Tech kept his nose in his datapad, Crosshair stepped up next to Hunter, prompting the Sergeant to step forward and take a knee in front of you.

Hunter's gaze was heavy as he took a deep breath, then slowly lifted his eyes to meet yours. The intensity there caused you to catch and hold your breath, something going taut between you.

"We've been thinking," Hunter began, his voice cautious, as if testing the waters. His hand gently came to rest over your knee, his touch causing you to straighten instinctively, pressing you further into Wrecker’s lap. Until then, you had almost forgotten your position with Wrecker, but his large hand then settled more firmly around your waist.

The dual sensation of their touches sent a shiver through you, a subtle tremble that Wrecker evidently felt too, eliciting a soft, strained noise from him.

“There’s something we’d like to do for you.” Hunter smiled, his hand sliding north of your knee.

You went stock still, eyes blown wide as Hunter leaned in. You shot a look at Crosshair to find him twirling a toothpick between his fingers with a satisfied smile. Next to him, Tech caught your eyes. Where Hunter’s eyes had stilled you, Tech’s thrilled you. You were happy to be seated with Wrecker, because having Tech’s full attention made you feel weak.

“What’s that?” You asked, voice just above a whisper, as you broke away from Tech to find Hunter still watching you. You heart jumped into your throat when Hunter’s thumb smoothed over your inner thigh.

“Have you ever thought about-” Hunter paused, clearing his throat to cover up his hesitation. Slowly and calmly he started again, “Have you ever thought about spending the night with us?”

“I already-”

“Think a little harder.” Crosshair cut you off with an amused tune. Your eyes snapped to Crosshair and, somehow, the arrogance in his stance filled you in on Hunter’s meaning. Heat flared through you, flushing your face so quickly you knew even your ears were red. 

On more than one occasion you’d found release lost in the fantasy of being the center of their attention. Every time you witnessed them sans armor you had to manually breathe through professionalism.

Again you looked to Hunter, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth with a slow nod. Hunter dipped his head, hiding the way his smile widened. Barely lifting his head, he chuffed and followed up with, “Would you like to spend tonight with us?” 

You were able to swallow the whine in your throat enough to nod another affirmative. Hunter opened his mouth but was interrupted by Tech.

“That will not suffice.” Both you and Hunter looked to Tech for clarification. Tech adjusted his goggles but shook his head. “If this is something you want, you will need to agree to what we are asking verbally.” Your legs squeezed together at Tech’s stern tone.

You felt Hunter’s gaze shift back to you, but you eyes were trained on Tech. A smile, wobbly and excited, fluttered over your lips. “Yes,” Heat pooled between your legs, you squirmed in Wrecker’s lap, and you said. “I want to spend the night the night with you guys.”

Wrecker’s other hand found your side, firming his grip to hold you in place. He laughed through his nerves, “Watch it with that.”

Suddenly, you became very aware of where you were seated in his lap. Pushed back over his knee, just an inch or so from his crotch. If you twisted even the slightest you’d pressed him. With intent, you carefully turned into him to offer a smile. As Wrecker groaned against the pressure of your leg you offered a half-assed apology. 

Wrecker took one look at you and crashed his lips into yours. A moment of shock hit you before your started moving against him, melting into the feel of his tongue against yours. When Wrecker leaned you back and deepened the kiss, a little needy noise escaped you 

It was enough for Crosshair to kick Wrecker’s foot.  “Ease up.” Crosshair. Wrecker did indeed ease up, breaking the kiss and leaving you dazed and panting in his eyes.

“Sorry,” He chuckled, lifting a thumb to wipe your lips dry. “Got a lil excited there.”

All you could manage was a hum as he righted you in his lap. Hunter tilted his head back, his smile turning into a challe, “You sure wanna do this?”

You answered by sliding from Wrecker’s knee onto his, slipping your arms around his neck, and stopping just as your lips hovered over his. Lightly squeezing his thigh between yours, you said on a breath. “I’ll only say it once more. I want this.” Grinding onto him, you added. “Badly.”

Catching his lips in a slow kiss, you moved with his hands as they found your hips and pressed you harder onto his knee. With every brush of your clit against him, an ache, hot and desperate, grew in your core. The sound of shuffling armor only reached you as Hunter tapped your thigh, easing you back into reality. “Let’s get you out of those clothes.”

Eager to continue as quickly as possible, you bounced off of Hunter’s knee to make quick work of your attire. By the time you were down to your underthings they were all down to their blacks in some way. Tech’s was still zipped up, Crosshair and Hunter had theirs stripped to the waist, and Wrecker was stepping out of his. 

Just the sight of them fully dressed was enough to fluster you, finally seeing them bare made you feel downright feral. 

Wrecker stepped over to you, his already erect cock swaying with him. Your mouth went dry at his size, though it was fitting for a man of his stature. He tilted his head with a grin and gestured for the bunk behind you.

As you sat, you came face to face with his massive member before he dropped to a knee. The idea of taking him first, after not having anyone for a long time, thrilled you as much as it intimidated you. A warm body pressed against your back as a pair of long legs, still dressed in black, appeared on either side of you.

Wrecker hooked his fingers into your panties and pulled them off as Tech, in a low tone, said into your ear, “He’s going to warm you up.” 

The chill his voice sent through you hit at the same time Wrecker’s tongue slid over you. Arching into Tech, you whined as Wrecker picked up a steady pace of long flat licks that ended with covering your clit with his mouth. 

Tech wormed a hand between your bodies to discard your bra and give him access to your chest. Gloved hands cupped around your breasts, gently tracing the shape of them before rolling your nipples between his fingers.

Your entire body tensed as Tech played with your nipples. From between your legs, Wrecker chuckled as he slid his middle finger into you, “Oh, she likes that.” The ache Hunter had ignited grew as Wrecker kissed and sucked on your clit while working his finger into you.

“Is it true that you enjoy this?” Tech asked, applying more pressure as you writhed against him.

“Yes,” You barely managed to pant as you quickly reached your peak. “I do, I do, I-”

As you tightened around Wrecker’s finger, he suddenly broke away from you, leaving you empty and at the painful edge of release. “Not yet.” Wrecker left a kiss on your inner thigh as you grabbed to pull him back, only stopped by Tech holding you against him.

“Not yet.” Tech repeated sternly, again stilling you with his voice in your ear.

Wrecker stood as Tech slid out from behind you. Wrecker took his place, positioning you on top of his lap to spread your knees with his. Taking his finger, still wet with you, he traced your slit all the way to your ass. You were starting to tense at the sensation when Wrecker cooed as he slid his finger into you. “Don’t worry, I gotcha.”

Spread wide as Wrecker fingered you, Hunter could see how badly you ached to be filled. With each stroke of Wrecker’s finger, you visibly clenched. Hunter finally released the length of him when you pressed a hand over your mouth to restrain a moan.

Crosshair stepped in to pull your hand away, letting the tail end of your noises loose. “They could hear.” You whined louder than you wanted.

Crosshair held your face in his hand, angling you to face him. With a hand braced on the top bunk, Crosshair leaned down to your eye level. Sucking on a tooth, he smirked as his eyes roamed your writhing form. Meeting your gaze again he gave you a gentle shake as he practically purred, “Then let’s give them something to listen to.”

He’d distracted you enough that Hunter’s sliding into between your legs startled you. Crosshair released your face when Hunter’s cock made contact with you. You leaned forward for a glimpse of him. His swollen head slid over you until he brushed up passed your clit. Precum leaked from him and slid down to mix with your own wetness. Hunter traced you a few times before he tipped your chin up. 

Lined up with you, Hunter asked, “Ready?” Wrecker buried his finger in you as they both waited for your answer.

“Hunter, please.” You quickly whined, bracing your hand on his shoulders, truly desperate to be filled with him.

Hunter leaned in and rolled his hips into you, slowly breaching you until he was completely inside. “You feel,” Huntered groaned, “So good.” As he started pulling out, Wrecker timed his fingers with him. 

Standing within reach of you, Crosshair pulled himself free of his blacks as he watched on. Your attention only pulled away from where you and Hunter were joined when you caught sight of Crosshair stroking himself.

Your noises grew in volume as the Hunter and Wrecker filled you over and over. Only a few strokes in and your toes were already curlling. Feeling your sudden grip, Hunter fully sheathed himself in you as Wrecker left you empty.

“You good?” Hunter asked in a strained voice as he throbbed within you.

You nodded, a blissful smile flashing over you. “Really good.” 

Beneath you, Wrecker squirmed to reposition himself, even raising you out of his way as he did. You heard Wrecker spit but couldn’t tell what on. Hunter pulled you against him for support as Wrecker pressed up against your ass and slid over its entrance. You tried to whip around but Hunter held you firm. 

Pressing a kiss into your neck, Hunter mumbled, “Tell us to stop and we will.”

While Wrecker waited, throbbing against you, Hunter lightly rocked his hips, moving just enough to rub into your cervix. You watched Crosshair’s head angle to get a view of your ass, then your heaving chest, before settling back on your eyes. He continued stroking himself, smirk growing as a needy expression flooded you. 

You swallowed hard when precum spilled out of Crosshair’s cock. “Keep going.” You moaned, granting Wrecker the permission to pull you down onto him. Your body went taught when the flare of his glans pushed past your threshold. Inhaling, you whined and waited for more of Wrecker.

You only waited a second longer before you were grinding yourself over him, not only taking more of Wrecker but grinding farther onto Hunter. “That’s a good girl.” Wrecker sighed happily as he leaned back on one hand and supported your ass as you moved over him. 

The two of them had you completely filled, stretching you in a way that made you see stars. You knew you’d never be the same after feeling this. Hunter angled your hips enough that each thrust pushed into your G-spot. Each of their thrusts had you whimpering louder as you felt the ache in your core tighten.

Giving your ass cheek a firm grasp, Wrecker’s head fall back in ecstacy. It took everything in him to not move faster and push harder into you. He wanted to feel you make you come completely undone around him, break apart for him even, but he sat back and let you pleasure yourself on him.

Eyes still on Crosshair, you extended an open hand to him, urging him closer. The sniper snorted but obliged you, giving you full access to his body. Resting back on Wrecker, you let Hunter take over the rhythm as you pulled Crosshair closer. 

Swiping a thumb over Crosshair’s slit, his precum spilled over you. Crosshair ran a hand over your hair and around to your jawline. “Of course that’s not enough for you,” Crosshair mused. His cock, thick in your hand, had a small patch of silver hair at its base you brushed as you pumped your hand over him.

Each deliberate move of your hand challenged Crosshair’s composure. He clenched his jaw to hide the pleasure he felt. His resolve cracked as his eyes fluttered and he leaned in to your grasp.

The rare sight of Crosshair’s softened features made you whimper and writhe in Hunter’s hold. Your tightening grip rushed Hunter to his limit. He rested his forehead in the crook of your neck. “Mesh’la, keep doing that and I won’t last much longer.” 

Allowing himself a few shallow thrusts, Wrecker groaned, “I’m right there too.” He’d barely gotten the words out when Wrecker groaned loudly, pumping hard into you as he throbbed and lost control.

Hunter picked up his pace until he quickly pulled out and, a second later, coated you in cum. His hips kept rocking against you, rubbing over your clit and fueling the ache in your core. “Right there, right there.” You encouraged him as he kept moving over you until completely emptied himself. 

With Wrecker still throbbing inside you, paired with the sudden pressure on your clit, your orgasm hit you hard. It wracked your body until your legs quivered. Fucked into an euphoric state, you leaned towards Crosshair, still aching for pleasure. You’d never dreamt this would be a reality and you were quickly becoming greedy. 

“Easy now,” Wrecker murmured and, as gently as he could, eased out of you. Without him and Hunter, you felt emptier than ever before. 

Hunter scooted back enough to sit back on his knees, panting and pushing his hair back out of his face. He watched as Wrecker pressed a kiss to your shoulder and helped you crawl over his legs to face Crosshair.

Prying your mouth open with a thumb, Crosshair hummed down to you, “If you want a taste, you better do it quickly.” A chill ran down your spine as Crosshair pulled you by your mouth, guiding you to the tip of his cock. 

You stuck your tongue out to swirl around his head. He hissed as you eagerly took him into your mouth, bobbing over him and swiping your tongue side to side as you did. As promised, Crosshair only allowed you a small taste of him before pulling you off him.

He knelt to your eye level, crouching on the balls of his feet, to ask, “Do you want more?” 

Your brows pulled together and a lazy smile lifted your lips. “I want you, Crosshair.”

Crosshair stilled for a moment, something striking a chord in him. His eyes quickly scanned yours before he caught your lips in a fast, hurried kiss. He broke the kiss just enough to murmur against your lips, “On your knees.”

The sniper helped you to your feet and got you onto the neighboring bunk. He guided you onto your hands and knees, facing his brothers. There was no teasing nor dragging out the moment. No, Crosshair immediately lined himself up with you, leaned over to cage you in his arms, and whispered, “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.” 

In one smooth thrust, Crosshair buried himself inside of you, immediately taking up a steady pace as he fucked you into the bunk. Crosshair draped himself over you, sneaking a hand around you and right to the apex of your thighs. 

“Incoming.” Tech chimed from across the room. 

Crosshair held you in place as the barracks door swooshed open and Echo walked in. A drop of panic hit your stomach when Echo’s sweeping look found you. Confused, horror overtook the cyborg and as he hurried over.

Nearly stumbling over Hunter, still regaining his composure on the floor, Echo ripped around to you. “Crosshair, what do you think you are doing?!”

Crosshair pushed off of you, straightening to posture over you and face Echo. Using your hips as leverage, Crosshair slowed his pace and confidently answered, “Whatever what she wants.”

Echo’s expression went stunned as he knelt in front of you. Slightly dazed, flushed, and cum covered, you tucked your face into the mattress in a rush of embarrassment. Still, you whined each time Crosshair’s hips hit yours. 

Echo reached a concerned hand out, encouraging you to lift yourself again. His eyes searched yours, but you were too far gone to do anything but reach for the man in front of you. You ran your hand as far down Echo’s torso as you could and turned to press a kiss into his palm. “Echo.” His name came out on a moan that brought heat to his cheeks. 

“Looks like there is something else she wants.” Crosshair chuckled behind you. He leaned back over you, bringing his mouth to your ear but holding Echo’s stare. “Why don’t you tell Echo what you want?”

You could barely think through Crosshair’s relentless thrusting and the rhythm of his fingers. “Echo.” His eyes slid to you to catch you kissing his hand again. “I want to taste you.” Licking the length of his hand, you wrapped your mouth around his forefinger.

Echo had been growing hard from the moment he saw your bare skin until the softness of your mouth got him instantly hard. Glancing between you, Echo kept an eye on the hand still reaching for him and slowly brought his hips to meet your touch.

As you pried off his codpiece with one hand, Echo assisted in pulling himself out of his underlayer. 

You pulled Echo by his thigh so that he overshadowed your face. Starting at his base, where his balls met his shaft, you flattened your tongue and ran it up the length of him. Reaching his tip, you steadied him with your hand. 

Echo mumbled under a grunt as you moved your mouth over him, “Oh, stars.” 

The taste of Echo narrowed your focus on him, seeking to hear his pleasure. When Crosshair heard your own muffled moans, felt them with his chest against your back, he lifted off you. He traced a finger down your spine, feeling you arch into his touch as he went.

Echo was still adjusting to the reality he’d walked into when you started working your hand in tandom with your mouth. His hand flew to your head, his fingers threading into your hair. He couldn’t help himself as he kept his hand firm and met your rhythm with his own. You slackened into him as he pushed against the back of your throat.

The way you twitched around Crosshair, pulled a moan from him. Sensing your little struggle as you tried to take more of Echo, Crosshair again reached for your clit. “Relax.” He whispered as his hand made lazy circles around you.

Sliding off of Echo you swallowed and looked up to find him watching you with wide eyes and mouth slightly open. You didn’t look away as you opened wider and took him into your mouth. With a deep breath you relaxed as best you could and pushed him to the back of your throat. Moaning around him you pressed on until you felt him squeeze down your throat.

A moan, breathless and low, finally escaped Echo and he held you fast against him. The sounds you’d worked so hard for twisted that familiar ache in your core. Your eyes watered against the pressure as his cock twitched in your throat. You tasted him spilling inside you as he came undone. 

Crosshair grunted, shuddering as you clenched down on him. Unwilling to finish before you did, Crosshair focused his touch on your clit into light, fast strokes.

You tapped Echo repeatedly until he pulled his softening cock out of you. Gasping for air your fell onto your elbows, head hanging over the side of the bunk. Face down, ass up you sounded on the verge of tears as you warbled, “Cross, I can’t. I’m gonna-”

His thrusts become long, slow, and angled right into the soft spot inside you. “Go on then.” Crosshair urged you on. “We all want to hear you.”

The low tone of his voice finished you. Your eyes rolled back and you cried out as you lost yourself in Crosshair’s hold. He continued pushing you through your release as long as he could until Crosshair had to pull out. Gripping your hips tight, he thrust one final time against you and sent ropes of his cum down your back. In the throws of his own pleasure, his groans matched yours in volume.

It took a few moments for your both to settle back into the present. Your legs were so weak that you were at Crosshair’s mercy to keep you upright. He felt you relax and sag into his him, prompting him to gently lay you to rest on your side. He brushed your hair out of your face, letting you look up at him without moving your head.

He watched you pant a second longer, swallowed and asked, “You okay?”

A little smile came to you. You coughed out an affirmative hum, and warmly croaked, “More than okay.”

Echo came around to your side, looking over you with concern. “What can we do?”

“Relax.” Hunter, already half dressed, came behind Echo and gestured casually towards another area. “Tech’s on it.” His gaze softened as he smiled down at you over Echo’s shoulder. “You really are something.”

His praise sent a wave of warmth through you, though you could only muster a pleasant hum in response, your energy still recovering.

“Tech’s gonna help you get cleaned up. That okay with you?” Hunter waved someone, presumably Tech, over. 

Taking a deep breath, you raised onto your elbow. Tech was indeed inbound carrying some supplies and still full dressed. Suddenly you felt as bare as you were. You couldn’t look away, but gave Hunter the nod he and Crosshair needed to step away.

“C’mon boys, let’s give her some privacy.”

Echo looked you over once more, nodded and followed his brothers lead.

Soon it was just you and Tech in the quiet. For most of what happened, you’d lost track of Tech. Who had, by the looks of it, had steered completely clear of the scene.

Tech settled down next to you, placing a stack of necessities beside your head—clothes, towels, all topped with a bowl of water. You pushed yourself up to a sitting position with one hand, inspecting the items he had brought. “Thank you,” you mumbled shyly, the simple kindness in his preparation bringing some softness you very much needed.

“Sit up.” Tech instructed as he brought the water closer. You followed his order, positioning yourself with your back slightly turned. Looking over your shoulder, you watched Tech dip a small towl in the water before bringing it to your shoulder.

The towel was cool against your flushed skin. Jumping you said through a chill, “That’s cold, Tech.”

“You do not want warm water for this.” Tech said matter-of-factly. “Heat will denature the proteins in the se-”

“Oh! I didn’t know that.” You said quickly, cutting him off while also doing terrible job at covering your embarassment.

Tech rotated between wiping your back and ringing out the towel. When silence again fell over you, Tech asked softly. “Are you in any pain?”

You thought for a moment, doing a mental sweep of your body, and replied, “No, I’m okay.” You squeezed your eyes shut hearing yourself stuttering your words.

Tech immediately questioned you again, “Are you having regrets?”

You flinched to turn around, but kept your back to him. “No.” You replied softly. It went quiet again as Tech did a final swipe of your back.

“Now turn around.” Tech swapped out the towel for a fresh one as you slowly turned to face him. 

Again, Tech dampened the cloth and brought it to your skin, the cool touch hitching your breath. As his hands carefully wiped your skin, he observed your slow, controlled breathing. His eyes darted to yours. 

“You are uncharacteristically silent.” Tech noted bluntly with no follow up theory as to why.

Shoving your nerves to a manageable level, you blurted out, “Why didn’t you join?”

Tech’s hand stilled, but he kept your gaze for a beat. Moving to dampen the towel, he followed it with his eyes. He shrugged, saying, “Not really my thing.”

Your stomach dropped at his simple dismissal. Under your breath you said, “Oh.” 

You kept watching Tech as he brought the towel back to your chest. When it came time to wipe your breast, Tech found your gaze again. He flattened his hand under the cloth and ran his whole hand over your breast, his thumb catching on your nipple.

A brazen surg hit you and you pushed, “So, I’m not really your thing?”

Tech pulled back slightly with his hand wiping you. Raising a brow he asked cautiously, “My thing?”

Despite slightly regretting your line of questioning, your fingers fidgeted together as you clarified, “As in, you’re not interested in being with me.”

His wariness faded as he focused back on his work, again rinsing the towel. “That… is not entirely accurate.” He lowered the towel down between your breasts to your stomach. He wore a cocky smile as he said, “Besides, something such as after care requires a more delicate touch.”

You caught his hand before he made it to your navel. “Then what would be entirely accurate?”

Tech looked up through his goggles, his lip pulling to the side as he weighed what to say next. He wanted to make sure he was indeed being entirely accurate as he confessed, “I’m not interested in being with you in the company of others.”

His insinuation caught you off guard. Sitting a little more upright, your angled your head for a better view of those brown eyes. “So… you do want me?”

Tech’s head sagged slightly as he deadpanned. “Well, of course I do.” In your surprise, you released Tech’s hand and allowed him to finish wiping you down.

Steeling yourself against the warmth following his touch, you prodded further, “What if it was just you and I?”

Missing the subtlety behind you question, Tech simply replied, “That would be different for me.”

“It’s just you and I now, Tech,” You reminded him, voice barely above a whisper.

He was mid rinse when he heard you. The thought caused him to pause only for a moment before he wrung the towel out and turned back to you. Tech didn’t move to touch you. Instead, he muttered, “I did consider that, but I was not certain such an arrangment would interest you.”

Unable to let the chance pass, you grabbed Tech’s wrist again and flat out admitting, “It very much interests me.”

His attention fell to your hold on him for a moment. Gently he pulled out of your hand, moving the cool towel between your legs. Leaning closer as the fabric met your skin, Tech asked, “Does it interest you right now?”

“Well, of course it does.” You repeated his words in an impression of him. He hadn’t anticipated the sudden playfulness in your voice, but it brought a small smile to Tech.

Carefully, he wiped you clean, noting the movement in your face as he found every sensitive bit. When he was satisifed with his work, Tech set all the items he brought on the floor. He sat in front of you, one leg over the side of the bunk, and adjusted his goggles as he took in the full view of you. “You are beautiful," He marveled.

You got to your knees and scooted closer. With bated breath you asked what you've wanted to for weeks, “Can I kiss you?”

Tech blinked once, then twice before responding, “Given the circumstances, that wouldn’t be unwarranted.” There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice that forced a smile from you.

Your reaction pulled a mirrored smile from Tech that had crawling into his lap. With no restraint, you moved in to kiss him. Pecking him with feverish kisses, Tech quickly relaxed into your rhythm to deepen the sensation. It seemed he'd been waiting just as long as you.

His hands slid around to your back and tugged you against him. You held Tech’s face in your hands and ran your tongue across his bottom lip. It took little coaxing for Tech to give you access to his mouth, eagerly meeting your tongue with his.

You sat intertwined, blissfully lost in the taste of each other and comfortable in each other’s hold. Tech hardened beneath you and the angle your were sat on Tech had your crotch directly against his. The realization hit you both at the same time as started moving against one another.

The friction of his blacks made the pressure between your legs that much more mind numbing. Moaning into your kiss, you retreated a fraction with Tech chasing your lips. “Get out of this.” You managed to say.

Tech straightened himself while keeping you in his lap and his mouth on yours. Without breaking away from you, he peeled out of his blacks. Only when he couldn’t budge them farther did Tech pull away. You both were desperate for air, but more desperate for each other.

Dodging Tech’s hands, you helped him the rest of the way out of the clothing and hurried back into his lap. Tech leaned back against the bed post when you were saddled on top of him. With Tech’s assistance you raised yourself over him. The natural curve of his cock allowed you to line up with him without your hands. 

You tried to lower yourself, but Tech’s hand on your ass held you in place. “May I record this?”

Without question you nodded. After he tapped the side of his goggles, he returned your nod and released his hold on you. 

As soon as he eased up you sunk onto him. The sudden fullness of him immediately brightening your smile. Tech firmed his grip on your back, pulling you and your clit against his abdomen. “I’d like you to start slow.”

You gave in to his request, supporting yourself on his shoulders as you patiently rolled your hips. He had you pressed against him in a way that constantly stimulated you, sending more warmth between your legs. When he felt what it did to you, heard his name on your tongue, he started moving beneath you, saying almost in warning, “I’m going to move faster.”

Tech was stronger than you'd imagined, effortlessly sliding you over him and thrusting into you from below. The pace at which you moved against each other, completely intertwined, quickly sent you into delirium. He pressed against you in every way, against the walls of your pussy and the ache in your clit. By the grip you had on Tech, there was no hiding your rising ecstasy.

“That-” Tech grunted out, leaning you further so you were completely against him. “Must feel good.” His tone was confident, arrogant even and it made you want to fuck him until he couldn’t speak.

Still, your new position gave Tech the leverage he needed to find your G-spot. As he grazed it, you cried out his name, encouraging him to maintain that specific angle. “Tech! Keep going right there, please.” Your encouragement ended in pleading.

Doing exactly as you asked, Tech held you in place and drilled into you. Keeping a careful, steady rhythm that in moments took you right to the edge of an orgasm and shoved you right over.

You couldn’t speak as you shook in Tech’s arms. Every inch of you quaked as a softer wave of heat spread through you. Lolling against Tech, he held you close and he rocked you both forward.

Still seated inside you, Tech rested you onto your back with your legs hooked behind him. Turning your cheek with a kiss, Tech exposed your neck. He pumped into you while he trailed kisses to your ear.

“This is the only way I’ll have you.” Tech purred into your ear. You locked your ankles and pulled Tech deeper inside you. Tech noticably throbbed and chuckled softly, “That is not going to help me last.”

You used your legs as leverage to move over him, humming, “Good, I don’t want you to.”

Tech pulled back to flash you smirk. “In that case…” He rested a elbow by your head, held you by your waist and pulled out to thrust back into you. “I’m already close. You need to tell me where you want me.”

Feeling him deep inside you made it an easy decision. You pressed him with another kiss as you said, “Inside.”

Tech rocked hard into you, thoroughly filling you as he came inside you. The two of you settled into each other, spent and panting through mutual trembling. 

“Well,” Tech took a deep breath and pushed up over you. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

After all the heat died down and you were all in fresh clothes, you laid out on your cot with an arm over your eyes. In their respective cots, Crosshair and Echo lounged on the edge of sleep while Wrecker and Hunter and Tech were quietly chatting.

Before the night ended you had one last relentless question.

Popping up on an elbow, you looked towars the still awake men. “Hunter?” You singled out the leader. Once you caught his eye you asked, “What caused all that?” The silence that fell pulled a suspicious smile from you.

With his back to you, Crosshair snorted, broadening your smile. You laughed and asked again, “What?” 

Wrecker groaned, rolling his head back. “It was the regs.”

Echo immediately perked up, twisting to exchange a look with you. “What about them?” Echo asked warily.

Hunter sighed, “Jesse told us about how they used to…” He took a deep breath and rolled his hand as he continued, “Make you happy, let’s say.”

“And Echo knew.” Wrecker grumbled.

“Wait-” You and Echo tried interjecting, but Tech cut in.

“Not to mention you said how you wouldn’t get any sleep with them.”

When the dots connected for you, you covered your mouth, hung open, with a hand but couldn’t back the laugh that bubbled out of you. 

From his cot, Echo covered his face with a groan, “Oh, no.”

Even Crosshair now sat up, exchanging confused looks with Tech, Wrecker, and Hunter.

Crosshair glanced at you and with an annoyed undertone he asked, “What?” He clearly did not like being on the outside of whatever you and Echo knew.

You shook your head and couldn’t fully answer through your laughter. “I never…”

Echo waved his prosthetic in the direction of the wall shared with the 501st. “We never did any of that. Jesse was just getting under your skin.” He groaned again, looking upwards and  begging the Force for help. Gesturing in your direction he added, “And we wouldn’t get any sleep because they’d never stop yapping.”

You took deep breaths to settle down as Crosshair started chuckling. 

“In retrospect, that is the more plausible option.” Tech said, shocked Jesse got the better of him. 

Collapsing on your bunk, you called out warmly, “For the record, I am much happier as a part of this squad.”

Crosshair got the last word in, scoffing the last of his humor away, “Better be.”

taglist: @bruh-myguy-what @baddest-batchers @psychrebel I hope specifically hope this makes you happy

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hey there! I think your tech fics are my favorite of all for him! You write him so well and he feels really in character all the time 🥹 I had an idea about tech and a more reserved/inexperienced reader exploring non sexual intimacy together for the first time? I’d love to request something with them figuring out kissing/cuddling/hand holding or something similar if you feel interested in that! If that’s not something you’re interested in writing though i totally get it ☺️ thank you for always making my day brighter! 🫶🏻

“Measured in Heartbeats”

Tech x Reader

The hum of the Marauder’s systems had always been comforting. A low, steady rhythm beneath your feet, like a pulse—mechanical, but alive. Familiar.

You sat in your usual corner of the common area, datapad in hand but forgotten, eyes drifting to the other side of the room.

Tech was still awake.

Not a surprise.

He was sitting cross-legged on the floor near the nav console, elbow resting against the bench, datapad in hand, but his fingers weren’t moving. Just hovering. Like he wasn’t really reading. Like he was waiting for something.

You swallowed.

He hadn’t gone to bed when the others had. Neither had you.

This had become a quiet routine: the two of you, lingering after lights dimmed, sitting near—but never quite beside—each other. Conversations had slowly evolved over weeks into companionable silence. He’d stopped explaining every calculation. You’d stopped pretending to need clarification. It was easier now. Warmer.

And tonight, it felt like… something had shifted.

You weren’t sure if it was the way his gaze kept flicking up from the screen to you. Or how he was wearing that knit-browed expression of intense thought, only softer than usual. Like his thoughts weren’t equations or mechanics.

Like they were you.

You cleared your throat gently. “You’re still up.”

His head turned toward you, glasses catching the low amber lights. “As are you.”

A pause. Then, more gently: “Are you having difficulty sleeping?”

You gave a tiny shrug, tapping the datapad screen though you weren’t reading anything. “Just… not ready yet, I guess.”

“Ah.” He nodded once, then after a beat: “I… also find it difficult to disengage my thoughts at night. They tend to… linger.”

His voice was unusually tentative. Like he was testing something out. You nodded softly.

Then: “You don’t have to sit over there, you know.”

You said it before you could overthink it.

You watched his lips part—just slightly. Not in surprise, but consideration. His gaze dropped, then rose again. Searching.

“Would you prefer I join you?” he asked, voice quiet.

“I… wouldn’t mind,” you said, your voice almost too soft to hear. Then, after a heartbeat: “I’d like that.”

Another second passed.

Then he stood—uncertainly, as though testing for weak ground—and made his way over, settling onto the bench beside you, slow and deliberate. A measured distance between you.

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It was… thick. Careful. Like neither of you wanted to break it by moving too quickly.

He glanced down at your hands—resting in your lap.

You did the same.

Neither of you moved.

Until finally, in a whisper: “May I?”

His hand hovered near yours. His voice was so low you felt it more than heard it.

Your heart leapt. “Yes.”

It wasn’t a practiced touch.

He took your hand like it was something delicate. Something important. His gloved fingers curled around yours gently, slowly—like he was afraid of doing it wrong.

And when your fingers curled back… he froze. Just for a moment.

Then exhaled.

Like he’d been holding that breath for weeks.

“I’ve… read that hand-holding releases oxytocin,” he murmured, his voice a touch unsteady. “Theoretically, it should reduce anxiety.”

You looked down at your joined hands. His glove was warm. Solid. Him.

“Does it?” you asked softly.

A beat.

“Yes,” he said, without hesitation this time. “It does.”

You smiled. Just a little.

You didn’t let go.

The quiet between you stretched on—but it wasn’t uncomfortable.

If anything, it felt like something inside your chest had finally… softened.

You glanced down at your joined hands again. His grip hadn’t changed. Still gentle. Still cautious. But steady. Like he didn’t want to let go.

Tech didn’t look at you—not directly. His gaze was on your fingers, as if memorizing the exact way they fit between his. His thumb brushed lightly across your knuckles. A single, absentminded stroke.

You wondered if he knew he’d done it.

“Tech,” you said, just above a whisper.

He hummed softly in acknowledgment, still watching the shape of your hands like he was solving some quietly miraculous puzzle.

“…Have you ever done this before?” you asked.

His head turned. Slowly. Carefully.

He blinked behind his goggles. “…Held hands?”

You nodded.

He shook his head once. “No. Not in this context.”

That made you smile—small and honest. “Me neither.”

“I suspected as much,” he said softly. “You tend to… maintain distance. From others.”

“So do you,” you murmured.

His lips quirked. “Yes. Though in my case, it is often interpreted as arrogance.”

You huffed a quiet laugh. “I never thought that.”

“I know,” he said. And then, after a pause, he added, “That is… part of why I feel comfortable with you.”

That made your chest go tight in the most delicate way.

You looked at him then, eyes searching his face.

There was something in the way he was angled toward you now—not in full, but not withdrawn. Like he was on the verge of leaning closer.

“Tech,” you said again, softly. “Would it be okay if I… rested my head here?”

You gestured gently toward his shoulder. Careful not to assume. Careful not to push.

He blinked, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of nerves behind his glasses. But then he nodded.

“Yes,” he said, with a quiet breath. “Of course. If that would bring you comfort.”

It would. More than you could explain.

You shifted carefully, tucking yourself closer until your temple touched the edge of his shoulder—solid, warm, steady. Not tense, not withdrawn. He held still as you settled against him, and after a long moment, he adjusted his position ever so slightly to allow for it.

His cheek tilted subtly toward your hair.

And still—he didn’t let go of your hand.

The moment stretched on. The hum of the Marauder’s systems surrounded you, a lullaby of quiet machinery. It made the world feel small. Safe.

“I can feel your heart,” you whispered, eyes drifting closed.

He was silent for a beat. “Yes,” he said softly. “It’s… beating rather quickly.”

You smiled into the fabric of his shirt. “Mine too.”

A breath of a chuckle. “Curious. It does not feel unpleasant.”

“No,” you murmured. “It doesn’t.”

His hand squeezed yours just a little tighter.

And then, after another minute of shared silence, his voice again—quieter now, softer:

“…Would it be inappropriate to ask to do this again sometime?”

You smiled with your eyes closed. “It would be inappropriate not to.”

He let out a slow breath. Not quite a laugh. Not quite a sigh. Something in between.

And you stayed like that—shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand—until the quiet and the warmth became sleep.

Neither of you said anything else.

You didn’t need to.

[vodika-vibes]

Hi!! If requests are open could I please request something soft and fluffy with Tech and maybe he is reading to his s/o or just telling them facts or something cozy? 💗 or anything you want really! Ty!!

Tell Me A Story

Summary: When Tech forgets another date, you decide to change the way you do dates.

Pairing: TBB Tech x GN! Reader

Word Count: 853

Warnings: None

A/N: Hihi! My requests are always open because I'm like a request-hoarding dragon! Anyway, I really liked this request, but it might not be the greatest because I definitely typed it before I had any coffee. Also, tumblr isn't allowing me to tag certain people, I'm not sure why but it might be a setting on your part. Finally, my stories are going to be short this week, because my husband is on vacation and I like spending time with him.

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“You forgot,” You press your fingers against your temple, and smother a sigh. This is the fifth date that Tech has forgotten about. Not in a row, lucky for him, but in total. “You promised you were going to set a reminder, Tech. In fact, I watched you set a reminder.”

Your boyfriend of almost six months has the grace to look sheepish.

“I did set a reminder,” He promises, “But then I got distracted and just dismissed the alarm without reading it.”

This time, when you sigh, you don’t bother smothering it. Tech cringes at the sound, and for a moment, you’re glad for it. At least he knows that he karked up.

“It’s fine, Tech.” You finally say.

“No. No it is not.” He counters, “You should be more important to me than my work.”

“Don’t say it like that. It sounds like I’m not.”

“No. You are. You are the most important.” He pushes his hand through his curls, “I kept thinking that if I finished that project, then I could spend the whole night with you. But—” He trails off, “I would understand if you were angry.”

“I’m not angry, Tech.”

“You should be angry.”

“I’m not in the habit of kicking people when they’re down, love.” You take a step towards him, and smoothly slide you arms around his waist, “It was an accident. It happens.”

“It happens too much.” He slides his arms around your waist as well, “Crosshair warned me that, if I am not careful, you will leave me.”

“Crosshair is a dumbass and doesn’t speak for me.”

He scans your face, and you watch as some of the anxious tension drains from his features, “I would like to have that date, if we can?”

“Everything’s closed, Tech. Well, save for the bars and clubs. It’s nearly midnight.” You watch as the anxious tension returns to his features, and a slightly amused huff slips from you.

“We could go to the bar?” He offers.

“You hate the bar, and the club.” You remind him, as you reach up and press your hand against his cheek so you’re able to smooth your thumb across his cheekbone.

“I do not hate them—” He lies, poorly, and then he averts his gaze at your disbelieving look, “I just prefer not to visit them.”

You laugh softly, “I’m not going to drag you to a bar or a club, Tech. Even if it’s the only thing open. Besides, if we go to the club, people might assume I’m working, and I hate that.”

“Well,” Slowly Tech drops his forehead against yours, “You are a stunning dancer, I would not blame them.”

“Charmer,”

He grins at you, though it fades quickly, “I do want to spend time with you, to make up for our date.”

“I know,” You allow your gaze to wander away from his face for a moment, trying to find something in the room that the both of you can enjoy together, and then your gaze lands on his datapad. “Oh, I have an idea!”

“You do?”

Carefully, you wiggle out of his grip, pulling a disgruntled noise from him, and you hurry over to his datapad. You power it on as you scoop it up from the table, and then you press it into his hands, “Read to me.”

“...what?”

“You still have work you need to do, right? But you want to spend time with me. So. Read to me.”

“And, you will be happy with that?”

“Uh-huh.”

“...alright.”

For a moment, you think Tech is going to sit in his chair and read to you, as though you’re in kindergarten again, but he surprises you by heading to his bed and stretching out across it.

Happily, you drop on his bed and rest your head on his chest, shifting and squirming until you can hear his heartbeat, strong and steady, in your ear before you wrap an arm around him and cast your gaze to his face.

He’s watching you, a smile on his lips and something soft and affectionate in his gaze, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he wraps an arm over your shoulder and tugs you closer, before he opens his datapad to one of the many books on it.

His voice is quiet and smooth as he reads to you from the dry technical book, and you know it’s only a matter of time before you fall asleep on him. But you don’t think he’ll mind, based on the way he’s holding you.

It might not be the date you planned, it’ll definitely get you teased by your friends about being so stuck on this guy that you’re happy to have him reading to you, but right here, right now, you’re happy.

Tech makes you happy. Being with Tech makes you happy, even if you’re just listening to him talk about things you have no knowledge about.

And maybe it’s too soon to use the “L” word, but you’ve always known your heart. But for now, you’ll hold your tongue, until you’re sure that Tech is ready.

It’s fine. You can wait forever.

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