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HHH AHH KWJDJD I LOVE THIS SO MUCH AHH !!! oh tech !! <333 blushing squealing squirming !!!

building feelings / tech x gn!reader

pairing: tech x gn!reader (no y/n)

description: tech teaches you how to fix something on the marauder, and you've always admired him and his intellect.

word count: 1,819

warnings: none. tech is a sweetheart.

two fics in several days?!?! what?!? this is ANOTHER request from another lovely twitter mutual who asked for tech teaching the reader how to fix something on the marauder! i have never written for tech before but i had?? so much fun?? i loved writing his dialogue so much. i loved writing HIM. i hope you enjoy it!

disclaimer: i don't know anything about mechanics, let alone mechanics in the star wars universe. but i tried my best!

also posted this on ao3. feedback is welcomed, reblogs are appreciated.

Your feet echoed as you came down the Marauder’s gangplank. Currently situated in a Tatooine landing bay, Clone Force 99 had made a quick stop between missions for repairs after being damaged in a firefight as they left nearby Christophsis. While the other members of the squad had been ordered by Hunter to gather and replenish their supplies from whatever vendors they could find, you and Tech had been ordered to stay with the ship. You, as their official GAR liaison and medic, and unofficial cheerleader, took stock of medical supplies and caught up on filling reports as Tech tinkered with the hull.

But having finished all your tasks, and the boys still weren’t back yet, you ventured out of the stuffy and slightly odorous Marauder, and out into the Tatooine sun that bathed the landing bay.

You heard the spark of a welding tool and the clattering of rummaging through the toolbox before you saw him. Rounding the corner, you found Tech with his back to you as he faced the open belly of the Marauder. His tall lean frame reached up to tighten a valve, and you watched his body strain with the movement, and you imagined his face was screwed up, an intense furrow on his brow and his jaw clenched. You felt your face heat up.

You would be lying if your heart didn’t flutter a little around Tech. There was something so endearing about his eagerness to share his knowledge, and his conviction in whatever he did. He was kind, even if he wasn’t actively trying to be. He excelled at anything he did, and most of all, he was a good brother. He cared so much about them, but in ways you had to look for. Modifying the ship so it performed the best it could, ensuring their safety when flying. Volunteering for the first watch and staying up extra late working on a project so they could get extra sleep. Researching anything they came across, so everyone was informed and no one got hurt. And more recently, enhancing Echo’s cybernetics so they were comfortable for him, and caused less strain and increased efficiency for his cerebral interface.

You knew that to Tech, these things were just things he did. But once you noticed, it wasn’t hard to see the care and love behind them.  

“Hey, Tech,” you called out to him as you approached.

Tech turned around and met your gaze. He greeted you with your name.

“How’s it going?” you asked.

“Quite well. Though more systems were damaged than the initial diagnostic detected, everything is fixable. I have even increased the efficiency of the power flux stabilisers, so there is less strain on hyperdrive priming and more output for faster ignition.”

You smiled at him and moved to sit on a crate. You only partially understood what he was saying. “That’s good to hear.”

Tech nodded and resumed his work. You watched him, fascinated. His aptitude for engineering of any kind was admirable. Though you weren’t techno-illiterate – you could work a datapad and fly a ship, you knew nothing about mechanics beyond recognising the names of things. Tech always knew exactly what parts were what and how to use them, which tool to take to them. You could stitch up wounds, but this was different. He could build things – pull together seemingly complicated and unrelated components to make something tangible and operational.

“How can you remember what part is what? And how to fix it?” you asked after a stretch of silence.

Tech stopped and looked at you. “My genetic enhancements are increased intellect and aptitude for technology.”

“I know, but how do you remember it all? How do you have space for it up there?” You tapped your temple with a curious smile.

You could see gears turning in his head as his hands stilled. “I’m not sure I understand the question…I just simply do.”

Tech put down the Harris wrench in the box and met your gaze, which must’ve been furrowed pensively at his vagueness because then he picked up a calibrator and continued talking as he turned back to the ship.

“Though increased neuron capacity and information processing factor into my abilities, I still had to learn; to form a basis of knowledge that could be built upon as my understanding of concepts grew. I wasn’t born knowing the schematics of a T1 Hyperdrive and how to wire its various transmitters.”

You tittered but listened as he turned back and placed the calibrator away.

“However, we all have our aptitudes. The same way you know all the ways a body works, and how to fix them – I know all the ways machines work, and how to fix them.”

You smiled at his words. “I suppose you’re right.”

He twirled a tool between his fingers. “I often am.”

You grinned, meeting his honey-eye gaze behind his goggles. Tech’s mouth turned up at the corners slightly before turning away again, the open hull engulfing him as he rewired something. He suddenly stopped, head lifting up and turning to you with a thoughtful look.

“What?” you frowned in concern.

“Come here.”

Your frown deepened and you pushed yourself off the crate, moving closer to him. He guided you closer with a hand to the small of your back, and you brushed up against him as he maneuvered you to stand in front of him. Your face flushed and you were very glad he couldn’t see it.

“These are the wires to the power couplings that syphon power from the auxiliary engines to the main thrusters,” he told you, his gloved fingers running along the four coloured wires in front of you slowly.

You look up at him slightly confused before nodding. “Okay?”

Tech pointed and ran the tip of his finger over one of the wires. “See how one is slightly more charred than the others?”

You swallowed and nodded.

“That wire has short-circuited, causing lag when the Marauder accelerates because three wires are doing the job of four. What do you think will happen to the other wires if we don’t fix the short?”

You looked back at him, frown increasing. “I thought you knew all about this?”

Tech raised an amused brow at you. “I do. I am teaching you.”

“Oh!” Your cheeks flamed and butterflies swooped in your stomach. Embarrassed and nervous, you cleared your throat to answer his question. “Um, well I suppose if the other wires are being overworked, then they’ll short out too?”

“That is correct,” he nodded. “If wires transmit more power than their capacity, then not only can they short, but they can also degrade the ship’s performance.”

“Well, we can’t have that,” you joked lightly.

“No, we can’t. So, you’re going to help me rewire this one.”

Tech stepped away to grab a new wire from the case next to the toolbox, and your heart sped up, hands tingling with nervous energy.

“Are you sure? What if I do something wrong?”

Tech pushed his goggles up his nose. “You won’t. I’m an excellent teacher.”

And he was. He guided you through the process clearly, showing you the parts and the tools before he watched you use a micro-welder to fix the shorted wire.

“Keep it steady,” he said, placing a hand on yours, helping you move it across the ends of the wire. Your heartbeat quickened and your face heated up. His slender and dexterous hand engulfed yours, and you could feel the grooves of his white plastoid armour against your shoulder as his body brushed against you. If you leaned back, your back would meet his chest, and those dexterous hands of his might even steady you with a hold of your hips. You pushed the thoughts from your mind, doing everything you could to focus on the tool in your hand and not how close he was, and how easy it would be to get even closer.

“There,” Tech declared, removing his hand from yours. “That should do it.”

You cradled the tool to your chest, tightening your grip on it as he took a step back. You simultaneously felt cold and hot all over as you watched Tech grab his datapad, pressing a few buttons before hovering it over the length of the wire. “The diagnostic report shows that the wire is functional.”

You blinked in surprise. “I did it?”

“Of course, you did,” Tech adjusted his goggles. “With my excellent instruction and your intellect, changing a shorted wire is quite simple.”

Your chest tightened. “You think I’m smart?”

Tech paused for a moment before he started tapping the screen again. “You’re a proficient medic, that takes high levels of understanding.”

Your face stretched into a grin, warmth pooling in your stomach as your grip on the tool loosened. “You think I’m smart.”

Tech looked up at you before the corner of his mouth lifted impishly. “Well, perhaps not as smart as me.”

“I don’t think anyone is as smart as you, Tech,” you gave a lilted laugh, placing the micro-welder in the box with the other tools, feeling light inside. Tech’s smile was sort of everything…and to earn one was a privilege.

To be a witness to Tech in his most honest, comfortable form was not something experienced by many people outside of his brothers, and now, you too. You looked at him now, so engrossed in whatever the screen was telling him, and felt your heart swell and fall for him just a little more. You wanted to know why he decided to show you how to fix a shorted wire, but you didn’t want to ruin this moment by revealing feelings that may not be returned. So instead, you settled for:

“Thanks for showing me how to do that.”

His eyes slid to you before nodding and returning his gaze to the screen. “It is a useful skill to have. I’m happy to teach you whatever else you’d like to know.”

You took in a breath. Teaching you this was just another small thing to Tech, but it still showed how much he cared, just like everything else he did. “I’d like that,” you told him after a moment, your heart beating fast, even though you were sure he was just offering to be nice.

Tech’s hand stilled over his datapad before he fully looked up at you, a wrinkle in his brow that softened at your hopeful expression. Tech smiled again, his eyes shining behind those yellow-tinted goggles. And maybe it was just the Tatooine heat, but you could’ve sworn you saw the tips of his ears go pink before he adjusted his goggles and turned back to the Marauder, letting the mechanics envelop him again.

“The landing array needs recalibrating,” he said as he tugged on a part. “Shall I show you how to do that?”

You smiled at him. “Yes, please.”

thank you for reading! i have more requests to get through so i'll likely get through those in a couple of weeks!'

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i'm so glad you love it! I LOVE TAL & BLOODSHOT SM!! 😭💕

Foaming at the mouth because how amazing @tobythefanboy both drew Tal and bloodshot!

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HOLY FUUUUCK !!! HOLY FUCK OH OHOHHHHH

Emmy said I should write about J’lena in this dress and Hunter on his knees. So I did 😌 everyone say THANK YOU EMMY. (Nothing toooo risqué but there’s an air of intimacy)

J’lena purses her lips, as she studies her reflection in the vanity mirror. She turns this way, then that, watching the dress flow with her movements. In one light, the sheer silk appeared pink, but in another, almost purple. That was the trick of Ulserian silk.

The dress by all means was not flashy, but rather ereathal. The way it hung in sleek waves, practically translucent along her legs and chest.

J’lena almost felt demure wearing it.

“Well now,”

With a startled curse, J’lena catches Hunter’s reflection in the mirror. He leans against the balcony, helmet resting on the rail. There’s a lazy but sly grin on his face that J’lena knows all too well.

“Hunter,” She whispers, surprised by his sudden but not unwelcome appearance. She gives a quick glance at the door. Almost certain her mother would have manifested on the spot.

Without another moment to wait, she begins to move towards him. He meets her halfway.

“What are you doing here?” She asks, leaning up on her toes to pepper kisses around his face. She hears the rumble of his amused chuckle and feels as his hand rests on her hips.

“Had to come see my girl before she ships off,” He answers. His eyes begin to travel over her, slowly taking in just what she was wearing.

A slow heat begins to warm J’lena’s face at his gaze. But still, she rolls her green eyes.

“I am just going to Ulseria for Alpenglow,” She clarifies. It had been a long year for her people to fight alongside the Grand Army of the Republic to win back their freedom from the Separatists.

This Alpenglow would be used to celebrate that and remember the fallen.

“I will only be there for two rotations,” She adds.

Hunter hums in response. His fingers brush along the fabric of her dress. “Explains why you’re dressed like a princess,” He says finally.

J’lena scoffs, flicking her finger lightly against his chin. “Ulseria doesn’t have a monarch anymore,”

Hunter’s hands don't cease in their exploration of her dress. Every so often, skimming over her skin over her midriff. J’lena is not able to fight back the shiver that runs through her.

“Aren't your family descendants of Ulseria’s royals?” He asks in a low mumble, his breath by her ear.

J’lena doesn’t answer right away, trying to find her voice. She gives a small nod, her hands coming to grip onto his arms to try and slow his touches.

He does, and it’s the worst mistake J’lena could have made. Each caress leaves a wake of fire along her skin.

It’s when his lips barely brush over hers, that he speaks again.

“Then if I’m in the presence of royalty,” Hunter says thoughtfully, but J’lena could hear the obvious tease in his husky voice. “I should get on my knees,”

J’lena sucks in a sharp breath, her eyes widening slightly. She feels his body sink low against her. He’s on his knees, his eyes narrowed up at her.

“You have me on my knees, angel. Now tell me what you want.”

Her heart races and she knows Hunter can hear it as a smirk pulls at his lips.

She keeps the tremble from her hand as she lifts it. Her thumb starts to trace along his sharp jawline, feeling the beginning roughness of a stubble. At that, she finally hears him let out his own shuddering breath, his body shifting closer.

She keeps her touch agonizingly slow. A small payback. Tracing the tip of her pointer finger along the outline of his face tattoo, enjoying the low sounds that left him. His hands squeeze tightly to her hips.

J’lena hums in satisfaction, letting her thumb brush over his lips once, then twice.

“You,” She finally answers.

Hunter doesn’t wait another moment. His lips find the soft skin of her leg under her dress. J’lena’s eyes flutter shut, and her next breath carries his name.

She feels his lips leisurely make their way up along her thigh, his teeth leaving small nips here and there.

He intended to make a short night, very long. A restive whine leaves J’lena, her hands finding his hair through the slit of the dress. Her fingers tangle into them.

His hand gently presses her exposed stomach, guiding her against the vanity table. Her head rolls back against the mirror.

“Quiet, angel…” Hunter warns, his voice barely above a growl.

J’lena only has a chance to cover her mouth as he drapes one of her legs over his strong shoulder and his lips move higher.

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I AM ABSOLUTELY LOSING MY SHIT AHHH I LOVE THEEEMMM !! THIS IS SO BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN AHHHH 😭❤️❤️❤️

The Greg’li brainrot is SO SUPER REAL, y’all!! I had to write them! Oak’li belongs to @swcowgal who is a treasure for sharing her with us!!! 🩷💕💖

His eyes find her in an instant.

He swears his legs cannot move fast enough towards her. Her back is towards him, but there is no mistake in the long golden tresses of her hair, or the shape of her body that he has come to know so well.

“Caf, Captain?”

Gregor stops suddenly to avoid crashing into one of his brothers that seemed to just appear. He gives them a quick grin and shake of his head. “Ah, no thanks. I’m good.” He declines, side stepping.

She’s still in her spot, and he can see her a bit better as he comes closer, and closer…

“Vod! That was one of your best rescues yet.”

Gregor whips around as another trooper clasps a hand on his shoulder, all but forcing him to turn around and face this. His grin is starting to hurt as Gregor forces it to stay on. “Thanks, mate.” He says, trying to walk away.

“How about some caf?” They call after him. Gregor only waves and turns around.

She was gone.

Again, he comes to a stop. His eyes scan around the room before his grin slowly falls into a frown. It doesn’t last too long. A gentle touch on his arm makes him look over to see Oak’li smiling up to him. A steaming cup of caf in her hand.

“Glad to see you made it back to me in one piece, Gregor.” She says, her voice laced with teasing. But relief at seeing him safe was evident in her blue eyes.

Gregor’s smile comes back, “For you, darling? Every time.” He promises, with a carefree wink. He chuckles at the slight blush that colors her freckled cheeks. “Is that caf for me?” He asks, as his arm comes around her waist.

At that, Oak’li’s eyes roll with a scoff. “I’m pretty sure two of your brothers offered you some caf beforehand. What makes mine so different?” She asks, walking away from the small crowd with him. Her body leans against his comfortably, and she lifts the caf to him.

“You just said it yourself, gorgeous” Gregor points out.

Finally when they're away and alone, his lips find hers in a kiss. A kiss that both could only dream of sharing in the past few days of missing one another, one that said all the words they couldn’t in that moment. One that left them just a bit breathless at the end of it.

Gregor holds her close, feeling Oak’li press her head to his shoulder. “It’s from you,”

[tobythefanboy]

THIS IS AMAZING WREN AHHHH EATS HIM

Testing out some new style stuff with Tech!! I really like how I drew him here, and I hope he remains consistent as I drew him more!

[tobythefanboy]

here's a lil self-indulgent doodle of an idea my friend gave me of kix & i. i am battling a cold atm & i want to draw, but kix says otherwise 🫶🏼

[tobythefanboy]

?!?!? FREEE !!!

you should get the deets from this wonderful lady @swcowgal , it is her OC 🫶🏼

im normal about them @sw-cowgal

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Love men that dual wield

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unfortunately, there isn't! AN ABOMINATION REALLY. THERE NEEDS to be a fanfiction about them!!!

im normal about them @sw-cowgal

[tobythefanboy]

Just in case it wasn't clear.

So, since once again i've had multiple people coming to me telling they've seen reposts (without credit, cropped to hide the signature, with the signature painted over) this is a not-so-friendly reminder that I can very well make all my future posts look like this.

Give Basic respect to artists.

[tobythefanboy]

im normal about them @sw-cowgal

[tobythefanboy]

another beautiful OC from another friend! j'lena baby girl 🫶🏼 @fivesdarlin

i couldn't choose who to draw her w, so i did both hunter & tech hehe

[tobythefanboy]

pla do not apologize, i need more of juntech in my life

Some soft Juntech hugs to make your day a little bit warmer! :)

Sorry I only draw these two, I'm just a sap for nerd affection

[tobythefanboy]

Just a short blurb with J’lena (and some Oak’li towards the end, cause I’m a sucker for her). No editing, we post like men.

J’lena believes she could count on one hand the times dinner in the Deai house did not involve a stranger. Be it a senator, prime minister, hell, even royalty have graced the lengthy table that lined the lavish dining room. While the meals were warm, and the smiles and chatter were friendly enough, there was always a kind of empty cold that hung in the air.

Tonight was no different.

This time it was her father’s business partner. An obnoxiously boisterous man with his equally obnoxious son. Who seemed to inch closer and closer to her as dinner carried on. J’lena believes she can also count on one hand the times her father genuinely laughed and smiled just as he did now.

“Look at that, Deai…” Her father’s partner gets out between tipsy chortles. It seems the Chandrilan wine was finally getting to him after four glasses. “The future of the Deai and Velmic Shipbuilding,” He says motioning between his son, Gert, and Jayven.

From his spot J’lena’s brother hides an exasperated sigh in a long drink of his wine. It takes only a moment for him to plaster on a rictus. “A drunkard and a…,” His eyes drift to the young man at J’lena’s side. “Letch” He cheers drily. J’lena bites back a laugh.

They both ignore the glare they feel their mother fixes their way.

The man barely seemed to take any note of Jayven’s jab and turns his attention back to the father, rambling on again about stocks soaring ever since the start of the war. ‘How grand for business, this war!’

J’lena clutches her fork and knife tightly. Her face remains perfectly impassive, even as anger burns under her skin.

“Pretty nasty scar you got there…”

J’lena feels Gert’s breath by her ear. The long and jagged scar now faded on the right side of her face seemed to prickle painfully at his words. Her green eyes flick towards him, narrowing slightly.

Gert only moves closer. His hand daringly finds its way to her thigh. J’lena breathes in slowly and counts.

“I can be willing to overlook that blemish, if you-” Gert cuts off with a pained gasp. Upon glancing down he sees a fork planted firmly on his hand. It’s prongs threatening to break his skin at any moment. J’lena keeps her hand steady, through her grip remained so tight around the fork, her knuckles turned white.

“Do not touch me,” J’lena warns in a hiss, a bright smile on her lips to ward off any suspicious looks from the others. Gert promptly removes his hand, wincing at the scratch he still got from the fork.

Without much pageantry, J’lena tosses the fork back onto the table with a clatter and stands, making sure her seat scraps loudly against the marbled floor. She smiles at the winces that everyone makes and relaxes as attention is turned to her.

“I’m quite full and I should like to be excused,” She states, rounding the table not waiting for either of her parent’s approval.

Gert speaks as he fumbles to stand, “Should I escort-”

“Gert,” Jayven cuts in. “I doubt my sister needs help finding her room in her own house,” He remarks coolly.

The slamming of her bedroom door from the next floor echoes through the house.

*

“And I just want to rip that poor excuse of a mustache off his face!”

Oak’li’s hologram image grins, “Jeez, Lena, sounds like you might hate this guy,” she jokes.

J’lena groans, dropping her head against the pillows. “Hate is not strong enough of a word,” She grumbles, rubbing a hand over her eyes. Oak’li chuckles. “Please tell me you’ll be back on Coruscant soon, love. I am going to go insane.” J’lena sighs.

“Two more days, hon.” Oak’li promises. J’lena sits up with a pout, gazing at her best friend. “Then I promise, we’ll have a proper girls night. We can even vandalize that creep’s speeder.” She says with her winning smile, tapping her fingertips together in a scheming manner.

J’lena lets out a small laugh before falling into a peel of laughter. Oak’li joins along. Their goodbyes takes another good hour before they finally end their transmission. It was the first time this week J’lena actually felt happy.

Laying back, her mood only brightens more as her data pad flashes with the alert of a transmission message.

Sent from Hunter.

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need a hand bro?

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drew this for a friend ( @sw-cowgal ) of her amazing OC Oak'li with Gregor. they're my everything 🫶🏼

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HUBBA HUBBA !!! this is incredible !! <3

another commission for @niobiumao3 ❤️❤️❤️ always lovely to do a commission for them!