Sooo, I changed the name from 'Wish You Were Here' to 'Every Time You Go Away'..... But anyways, here is the Tech x GN!Reader oneshot I've been working on!
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Could you do a tech x s/o reader. Where the reader has just had a nightmare and needs comfort? Please?
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Count The Stars
Tech x s/o Reader
Description: Reader wakes up from yet another nightmare, finds themself in Tech’s arms as they calm down, just looking out at the stars.
Warnings: nightmares, mentions of death, fluff, angst, Tech trying his best.
It was another night on the marauder, nothing unusual. Gonky was shut down, the boys dead asleep on their racks. Omega knocked out cold in the gunners chair.
Nightmares had never been out of the ordinary for you, haunting your dreams every time you shut your eyes. You had grown used to them for the most part, but ever since escaping from the empire, the dreams were new and struck a new kind of fear in you.
You needed a break away from your bunk, just a new space to clear your mind and drink some water. Getting up from yours and Tech’s shared bunk, you realized Tech wasn’t with you. Something that would never be unusual as long as there was something for him to do.
A part of you hesitated, you wanted to go to the cockpit, look at the stars, be alone. But… some company would be nice as well. Especially from your partner.
After a short debate on whether you should enter the cockpit or calm down in the refresher, you decide to go to the cockpit. You find Tech under the console, probably working on the wiring or soldering, you couldn’t exactly tell.
Perhaps he didn’t notice you, or maybe he thought you could use the silence, but it hurt to not be seen by the person you love when you felt so vulnerable.
“T-Tech…” your voice broke into a sob as soon as you opened your mouth. Tears abruptly flooded your eyes as you choked on whatever you might’ve uttered next.
Tech was quick to drop whatever he was doing and come to your aid, removing his helmet and placing a hand on your shoulder. You immediately fall into him, breathing out another sob as your body trembled.
“Another nightmare, ner kar'taylir darasuum?” Tech asks, gently embracing her while simultaneously keeping her up right as the two stagger back into one of the seats. A whimper left your lips as you try to answer, but can only nod in response.
Tech adjusts you in his lap as you nuzzled your face into his neck to cry. He rubs your arm and caresses your cheek, wiping every tear that falls into your flushed skin. He knew these were happening, but he never knew they were this bad.
Tech had awoken before to you abruptly jerking awake, drenched in sweat and hyperventilating. Of course, he hadn’t been exactly sure what to do besides hold you a little tighter that night after you had returned, calmed down and ready to go back to sleep. You had spoken to him about it later, explaining that you’d had them for a while, but they’d never seem to go away.
Tech has done many things in an attempt to help, some (mostly) working while others completely failed. The nightmares never seemed to go away though, only when you were medicated to sleep, but they couldn’t exactly afford to have you take medicine every night.
As your sobs began to slow to small hiccups and sniffles, he removed your face from his neck. He cupped your cheek and placed a gentle kiss to your tear stained cheeks. He was glad to see you crack a smile at this action.
“Are you ready to talk about it?” He asks, brushing the strands of hair that had stuck to her face behind her ear. You press your face against his palm and kiss the base of it.
“Yeah…” you whisper, reaching your hand up to his wrist and holding his hand there. You didn’t even care if there may have been grime on his glove, you just wanted his hands on you. “It was about us…”
“Mesh’la, I will always love you, no matter what.” Tech reassures, making you smile ever so slightly as another tear slips from your eye.
“I know, my love. B-but… this was different. Y-you…” your breath caught in your throat, making you cough out another sob and close your eyes. “You were dead… I-I couldn’t stop it, Crosshair had shot you and you just slipped away. I-I didn’t even get to say goodbye. We had to leave… Omega was hurt a-and… and you were just gone and… and…”
You broke down once more, your grip on him tightened, as did his. He pulled you closer to him, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, telling you that he was right there and that he wasn’t going anywhere.
In the moment, that could only do so much. The possibility was always there, something Tech would usually absentmindedly state without realizing the damage it may inflict. You all knew… that’s what you had signed up for, that’s what they were born into.
‘It’s not fair…’ you think as your sobs calm once more, your head throbbing as you blink away whatever tears remained. Tech continues to rub your skin in a gentle caress as he stares intensely at your face. You smile away a laugh, it looked like he was trying to read your mind and perhaps he could.
“Our situation is not desirable, but I will do everything in my ability to make sure we will be safe. We are partners and we will always stick together.” He reassures as soon as you smiled, wanting to make sure that smile doesn’t leave your lips again.
“I’m sorry if I’m interrupting something.” You apologize, the overwhelming sense of guilt flooding over as you look back to where he once laid. Tech moved your face back to his, so close his goggles barely grazed your skin.
“Do not apologize, cyar’ika. You are my priority.” Tech answers, bringing the tears back to your eyes once more as you let out a small groan at the cheesiness. He grins slightly. “What? It is true.”
“I know, but it was just so cute you said it with such a serious face.” You answer, laughing as you press your nose to his cheek, placing a kiss to his jaw. He hums and gently pulls you away to look you in the eyes.
“You should go back to bed, I don’t want you to be tired in the morning.” Tech states, cupping her cheek.
“Only if you come with me.” She answers.
“Ner cyare, I can’t do that I need to finish this or else the ship won’t be working when we wake.” Tech answers, then pauses momentarily. “You should count the stars.”
“Count the stars? Tech that’s childish.” You answer in disbelief. “I might as well be in the bunk counting banthas.”
“Well if that’s easier for you—”
“No, I want to be with you right now.”
“Alright then. Look out at the sky and start counting. I want to hear you.” He answers.
“You’re not allowed to go back to work until I fall asleep.” You answer, shifting off of his lap and into another chair.
“I wasn’t planning on it. Now, start counting.” He instructs, standing up behind her and rubbing her shoulders. She sighs, her eyes darting through the sky.
“Tech this is silly.”
“Count, mesh’la.” You sigh once more, knowing that you weren’t going to win.
“One, two, three, four…” you trail on, eyes towing heavy. Between the counting and the massage, you were beginning to lose your focus. Your already tired mind was starting to shut down and all you could do was smile and let the shine of the stars, slowly turn to darkness as you finally fall back asleep.
Tech – Thank You For Loving Me 8 – Experimental (2/2) – Not Fully Functional
Tech x Fem!Reader FF
Warnings: Mention Of Sexual Encounter/ Angst/Tension/ Nervous Tech/Soft Tech/ Withdrawn Tech/ Overwhelmed Tech/ Fluff
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Author's Comment:
Things are not going the way they should and Tech is having a hard time processing the situation. Giving you a hard time aswell.
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What Happened Before:
Nervous Flutter
Help Me To Let Go
Asking For Advice
Devotion
The Explorer
You’re The Best
Experimental (½)
Part 8 - Experimental (2/2) - Not Fully Functional
Things had taken a completely different course than Tech and you had planned. You were sitting on the bed in your pajamas and Tech had put on his Blacks and gone into the living room, retreating.
You sighed quietly, not quite knowing what to do. Tech had been too overzealous and ultimately too nervous. At first, the fact that he was allowed to use toys with you had turned him on so much that he had finally climaxed much faster than expected. Quite the gentleman, he had of course also brought you to climax, although not as planned with his manhood inside you.
He had asked you for another try, you had agreed of course, but Tech was so nervous and insecure by his, as he called it, failure that he couldn't get hard for the moment.
Tech apologized several times despite your assurances that this was not a problem at all and quite normal when a man got too nervous. You told him that he should take a breath and come cuddle, that there was no pressure to perform and you just wanted to enjoy his presence.
But Tech pulled away, muttering more nervous apologies, got dressed and disappeared into the living area of the hotel room with his shoulders slumped.
He was ashamed, it was obvious, and he was annoyed with himself, no matter what you said.
You left him alone for a few minutes to collect himself before going into the living area as well.
Tech was sitting on the sofa in the dark, with only a little light from the bedroom spilling into the room. When you turned on the light, he ducked his head and avoided your gaze like a shy forest animal. You turned off the light again and walked towards the sofa, finally sitting down next to him.
Gently, you asked, "Is everything all right, Tech?"
He shook his head.
"No, not really," he returned meekly.
You sighed softly and told him, "We had a wonderful time, I had more fun sexually as well as romantically in those few days than probably in my entire life before combined. There is absolutely nothing for you to be angry or ashamed about"
Cautiously, he lifted his eyes and looked at you like a beaten dog.
"Really?"
You nodded and stroked his neck, your fingertips playing with the hairline on the back of his neck.
"But I failed, I wasn't fully functional like I planned. First it all happened way too fast and then..." he broke off, avoiding your gaze again and sighing wistfully.
"You put way too much pressure on yourself," you explained to him calmly "You already gave me so much pleasure in advance, it wasn't at all necessary to accomplish anything more at all. You're asking too much of yourself. Especially considering that you have hardly any experience yet. Most people need quite a while to get used to each other. Be patient, Darling."
You had convinced Tech to come back to bed and cuddle with you. He snuggled silently against you, his goggles finally off. His head rested just above your chest, his arms wrapped around you. You stroked his hair until he fell asleep, breathing softly, evenly.
You stared at the dark ceiling for a while, worrying about how long this thing would keep him occupied. Somehow, you had a feeling it would be for quite a while.
Tech was a gentle, sensitive guy, you didn't want him to worry or feel bad about anything to do with you. You feared he would pull away again, out of shame. You had just become so wonderfully close, after some time of chaste restraint, and you were afraid he would fall back into his very tentative patterns.
If that would be the case, you had to be patient and give him time, show him that he could take all the time in the world and you would continue to stand by him and nothing would change between you.
With a last soft sigh, you finally closed your eyes and fell asleep after a while.
Your fears were confirmed when you returned to the Marauder. Tech threw himself into work almost immediately, was permanently busy from the first minute he set foot on the ship.
His change in behavior did not go unnoticed by his brothers. One morning, Crosshair, of all people, took you aside and addressed you.
"Sorry to interfere Kitten, but what the hell happened at the hotel, Tech is acting like you guys are practically not talking to each other anymore. The opposite should actually be true," he murmured to you as you stood apart from the others outside the Marauders.
With a sigh you said, "I don't know if I should talk to you about that, maybe you should ask Tech about it instead."
"I did" Crosshair said rolling his eyes "He dodged me, changed the subject and finally got back into his work. So I ask you. What's going on?"
Shrugging your shoulders uncertainly you said "It's actually pretty private"
Crosshair leaned against the outer hull of the ship, rolled the toothpick from one corner of his mouth to the other and said, " Girl, you going to the hotel was my idea and I don't want to be blamed if something is wrong between you. Was the whole thing too fast for Tech?"
You shook your head.
"Not exactly."
"Then what's the damn problem?" the Sniper huffed impatiently.
There was no one to talk to about it, and a little voice in the back of your head hoped that maybe he could actually help you. So you decided to tell him the truth, even if you were a little afraid that Tech might take offense.
"We had a great time. Tech was amazingly skilled and open to everything. We gradually made our approach, it was sensual and romantic.... well I definitely had my fun and felt very comfortable. But in the end, he wanted too much, put too much pressure on himself and failed in his opinion because he made himself way too nervous"
Crosshair blinked, rolled the toothpick into the other corner of his mouth again, and snorted softly.
"You had fun?"
"Yes"
"He made you orgasm?"
You felt your face getting hot but you nodded.
"Yes, several times"
Crosshair asked, "Then in what way does he think he failed?"
When you hesitated he prodded, "Come on, we're adults, it's just us, you know me, you can be frank with me."
So you told him the whole story. Crosshair listened, slowly raised his eyebrows, finally rolled his eyes again and laughed softly.
"That's so typical of Tech, I should have guessed that. He's so crazy about you that he just wants to be perfect, hence the pressure he puts on himself. When something is important to him, he is an absolute perfectionist."
With a tired sigh, you nodded in agreement.
"But now everything is so distant and strange, he avoids me, withdraws completely. It kind of hurts, you know," you admitted meekly.
Crosshair's expression softened unusually, he even took the toothpick out of his mouth for a moment.
"That's certainly not his intention. He's overwhelmed, you know he can't handle things like this the way we can. He feels overwhelmed, ashamed because he can't reach his self-imposed standard. He can't handle it, so he withdraws," he calmly explained to you.
Uncertainly, you looked up at the tall man.
"We were just getting closer, now it feels like we have to start completely over," you spoke wistfully.
Crosshair nodded slowly.
"I'm afraid that's exactly how it is. He's practically gone back to factory settings, so if you really like him and care about him, you'll have to gradually get closer to him again."
You sat down a few steps away on a storage crate and sighed.
"Of course I like him, very much," you said honestly "More than I know how to express in words. But he avoids me completely, where do I begin?"
Crosshair shrugged his shoulders for a moment "Maybe he needs a little well-intentioned ass-kicking to get back on track"
"You mean I should insist that he talks to me?"
Crosshair nodded.
"If you ask him to talk to you and he tries to turn you down again, you have to be stern, act firm, maybe even show a hint of anger to get him to wake up. He needs to see that his actions have an impact on you, because I don't think he's aware of that right now."
That sounded pretty reasonable and you were grateful that Corsshair helped you understand Tech better.
You thought about his words after Crosshair went back into the ship. Probably he was right, he knew Tech much better than you. Even though Crosshair wasn't usually the one you would ask for advice, Echo was actually the one you discussed such things with, but he was out running errands with Wrecker again.
Your heart was pounding as you ran into the cockpit. Tech was sitting between some tools on the floor next to the hyperdrive, tinkering with it.
When he heard your footsteps, he looked up briefly, but immediately turned back to his work, shoulders hunched, as if he could hardly bear to look at you.
You suppressed a sigh with all your strength.
"Hey Tech, can you-"
"Not now," you interrupted Hunter who was about to enter the cockpit, closing the cockpit door in his face.
You would apologize for this later, but now you had to do what you had just mustered all your courage to do and you couldn't be distracted now, Tech neither.
Tech looked at you from the side in surprise, he had caught your action.
"We need to talk," you said seriously.
"Mesh'la.... Y/N, my dear... I... now is not a good time... I still have so much..."
"I don't care, we need to talk, now, whatever you're doing right now can wait a few more minutes," you spoke in a firm voice, with a slightly sour undertone, as Crosshair had recommended.
Tech slowly put down the tool he had in his hand and raised himself up slowly, his head still slightly lowered and his shoulders slumped.
He looked so vulnerable and fragile that you almost felt sorry, but you had to get your act together now.
"You need to stop ignoring me and you need to stop feeling sorry for yourself. It's perfectly okay if you want to slow down the pace all the way again and we'll take things slow again for now. But you're hurting me by ignoring me so completely and pulling away from me."
Tech blinked and looked at you from wide eyes behind his goggles.
"That was definitely not my intention" he said softly, stepping closer to you.
Carefully, he took your hands in his and kissed your cheek, soft and chaste.
"I'm sorry" he whispered close to your ear "I was just upset with myself.... I tend to brood and withdraw when I'm stuck. I have to get used to the fact that my actions now affect you too."
Carefully you moved closer and put your arms around him, he returned the hug.
"Can you forgive me?" he asked meekly.
"Of course, Tech," you said, so relieved that you almost cried.
The tension released from your body and with a devoted sigh, you snuggled a little tighter against him. Tech held you gently and kissed the top of your head.
As the cockpit door opened, you heard Tech say, "Give us another minute or two."
Hunter chuckled, "Okay, glad to see you two are still getting along, I was getting worried".
The door closed again and you were alone again for the moment.
"You were right" he finally said "I put too much pressure on myself and made myself nervous. Would you be okay with it if we took things really slow again, little by little?"
"Anything you want, as long as you don't completely withdraw from me".
"I'm so sorry. Would you like to sleep in the bunk with me tonight, I could hold you in my arms until you fall asleep"
You looked up at him with a soft warm smile on your lips.
"Aaaaw, yes that would be fantastic, I've missed you so much these past few days".
Tech was in love with you but didn’t know how to tell you, luckily his brothers push him in the right direction and hopefully his creation will win your affections.
warnings: none, fluff, idiots in love. tech pining over reader. Batchers being wingmen.
Happy Tech Tuesday💛
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When Hunter first told Tech that they’ll be having an additional member to the squad join them, he was conflicted. Conflicted that there was simply not enough room for six of you on board the Marauder and conflicted because this came out of the blue.
However, when he first laid his eyes on you, he was smitten. A lone figure walking up to meet them, a gracious smile on their face with eyes that lit up beautifully was what set his heart aflame. Unfortunately for him, his brothers knew instantly.
How did they know? Well, Tech didn’t utter a single word to you for a few days. Loth-cat had literally got his tongue. It wasn’t until you had overheard him talking that got you to get him to talk to you.
“What was that you were just saying? About Purrgil’s?”
His cheeks were flaming red as you looked at him innocently, a genuine interest shown that you wanted him to talk to you about something. Anything.
“Uh… I…”
Wrecker watched painfully as Tech tried to string a sentence together so harshly hit his back, practically jumpstarting Tech.
Wrecker moved out of the cockpit, leaving you alone with the stuttering clone but you waited patiently. You didn’t know that this was unlike him as it was pretty much your first conversation so atleast he had that in his favour.
“I was just telling Wrecker, that, uh, sentients were impressed with how the creatures could travel through hyperspace.” He managed out quickly, pushing his goggles up as they rolled slowly down his nose.
“How come?” You pressed on, leaning forward to show interest.
Tech relaxed, merely. It was rare to find someone who enjoyed his interests in gathering information and so to share it with someone who was interested was rather lovely.
“Well they wanted to see how they could access alternative dimensions that we jump through. This was several millennia before the-.”
“The Cold War?”
“Y-Yes!” He stared at you, wide eyed. It certainly wasn’t the ration bar he ate this morning that was sending his heart into a frenzy.
“Wow.” You say slowly, looking out the windshield as conveniently, you were travelling through hyperspace. “I suppose the gas Clouzon-36 was beneficial in helping scientists understand how coaxium could form at places subject to intense interstellar energy.” The words rolled off your tongue like a verse from a book that could only be found in an archive in the greatest library in the solar system. Tech felt as if his heart was beating out of his chest and he stared at you in pure awe as you very suddenly began to light up his life.
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“I can’t cope anymore.”
Hunter looked over at Crosshair who was sitting on the ramp of the ship, practically glaring into the back of Tech’s head.
“What?” Hunter asks, looking back and forth.
“Mister googly-eyes over there. He just stares at her from afar and doesn’t try to pursue it.” Crosshair rolled his eyes, looking away before beginning to polish his rifle that he had set aside just to grow annoyed at his brother's longing for you. He would never admit that it did make him happy however to see Tech smitten.
Hunter chuckled and placed his hands on his hips, watching Tech to attempt to sit inconspicuously on a patch of grass, head first in his datapad whilst glancing up at you as you sat by a tree.
Your hair was loose, letting it flow naturally in comparison to it being usually pinned back. Dressed in civvies and jotting some notes down into a scrapbook. You said it was for research purposes to the boys but it was actually a little diary. You could’ve used a datapad to lock down your thoughts, adventures and feelings but it felt more personal to grab some flimsi, stick it together with a leather casing and jot things down.
“Should we push him in the right direction?” Echo pipes up, overhearing the conversation as he finishes a quick task.
“What d’ya mean?” Wrecker then joins in, the four of them now looking over at Tech, his back to them as his head tilted to the side upon gazing in your direction. “Oh. I see.”
Hunter thinks for a moment, knowing that jumping into Tech’s personal life wasn’t the wisest idea but then again he doesn’t think he could stomach watching Tech sit in pure jealousy as guys approached you left, right and centre at bars again.
He hesitates for a brief moment before calling out to Tech who physically jolts in his spot, whipping his head round to the boys who hold back their laughs as Hunter beckons him over. Tech stands and then stops infront of his vod, each with mischievous looks on their faces.
“Are you just going to look at me or ask for my assurance?” Tech asked impatiently, highkey hating the somewhat scrutinising looks he was getting.
“You mean look at you like the way you’ve been looking at madam over there?” Echo smirks, folding his arms over his chest as Tech’s cheeks burn red.
“N-no, I was merely-.”
“Stalking?” Crosshair interrupts earning a quick shove from Hunter.
“We get it bud, you like her but why aren’t you doing anything about it?”
Tech chewed on the inside of his cheek, slightly irked that his brothers were snooping into his personal life just like Hunter had thought but they did have a point. He liked you - well - to the point that he loved you, the knowledge you process as well as your beauty.
“I am fairly certain that she doesn’t return how I feel about her.” Tech mumbles, looking over his shoulder towards you, watching you squiggle away in your self-made book. You looked so at peace, all the fighting was currently on hold and it was pleasant, for all of them, to be at ease for a while.
Wrecker firmly pats Tech’s shoulders. “Well you don’t know if ya don’t try!” He beamed and the others nod in agreement.
“Get her a gift and tell her how you feel.” Crosshair suggests but Tech shakes his head.
“Y/N doesn’t really like materialistic things, she likes handmade things.” Tech points out and Echo nearly winces at his words in frustration.
“Handmade? Tech! You can literally make her anything. She’ll appreciate the effort.” Echo tells him flat out, throwing his hands up in the air in vex at how blind Tech could be.
“So a gift... like I said.” Crosshair scowled, not liking how his suggestion was swept under the carpet.
The goggled clone ponders, rubbing his chin as he thought. “I think I know what to make her. Whether it’ll explain my feelings... I don’t know.”
“Better doing it and finding out rather than never knowing at all.” Hunter comforts his brother, all of them smiling in success as Tech dives into the ship to get started on his gift.
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“Are you finally done?”
“Finally done.” Tech confirms Hunters question with a nod, holding the device in his hands.
Wrecker peers over the back of Tech’s chair in the cockpit, eyebrows furrowed before turning to Crosshair who looked just as confused as he did. “Er, what is it?”
“Never mind that.” Echo dismisses Wrecker and Crosshair with a wave of his scomp, practically dragging Tech out of his seat and pushing him towards the ramp door. “She’s out there.”
Tech takes a deep breath but freezes in his spot, his feet suddenly stuck to the floor of the ship. “Maybe this is a bad idea. The estimate of her liking me back is purely 50-50 maybe even 30-50 if she actually finds my ‘info dumping’ as Crosshair calls it,” he sneaks a glance to Crosshair who shrugs, “irritating.”
“You’re just overthinking because it’s about to happen. Besides, if she doesn’t like you that way back then it’s not the end of the world.” Echo eases; only for it to be ruined by Wrecker.
“Yeah! Me and the others can have a crack at it instead.” Wrecker roared with laughter, Echo glaring at him meanwhile Hunter shakes his head and pats his shoulder.
“Go. You’ve been working on it for days.”
He sighed. “Alright, can someone pass me my helmet first I need to check something.” Wrecker moves out of the way, retrieving said helmet and they all watch as Tech secures it onto his head and takes another deep breath.
With a final nudge, this time by Crosshair who basically pushes him off the ship and sealing the ramp door closed, Tech lets his feet walk up to you.
Currently, you were stood with one arm wrapped around your waist with one hand tucked under your chin and seeming to be in deep thought when you heard the crunch of leaves behind you. Turning, an instant smile lights up your face as Tech approaches.
“Hi.” You say somewhat breathlessly, always finding him irresistibly cute with his helmet. Probably because you could see his bright eyes, showing so much expression that made you like it.
“Good evening.” He replies, hands tucked behind his back as he stands beside you. “What were you thinking about?”
Although you weren’t particularly thinking of anything, someone was on your mind more than usual. And he just so happened to be standing beside you. You had been travelling with them for just over seven months now and you wouldn’t have changed a thing. Aside from more downtime, perhaps.
“It is estimated that the galaxy holds 400 billion stars, maybe more.” Tech looked at you, anything to do with the galaxy had his ears perk up. Then again, whenever you said anything his ears would perk up as well as his heart rate.
“That is correct.”
“And there are 3.2 billion systems that are habitable.” You then say, head tilting to gaze up at the sky.
“That is also correct.” Tech agrees, trying to stop his hands from shaking as you express your amazement for the galaxy. Last thing he wanted to do was to drop the gift he had made for you.
“So it’s funny really isn’t it?” You turn to him then, catching him off guard.
“W-what is?”
“So many planets… moons… star systems… and yet the probability of us meeting are quite slim.” Tech blinks at you, holding on to every single word you say.
You smiled at him, fondly. “I suppose what I’m trying to say is that I’m glad that the universe has worked its mysterious ways so we could meet. Chance or not.”
Tech could hear the rapid beating of his heart in his ear canal, a cavern of repetitive and echoing drumming. Was this a way of you telling him you liked him? Or were you just being friendly? He wasn’t too sure.
“Well, I am pleased that you feel that way.” Tech replies, diminishing any thought in his mind of summing up all probibikriy factors.
You hummed contently, then looked down at his arms. “You have a gift for me?”
Tech’s eyes went wide behind his goggles, mouth slack open. “H-how did you know?”
This time it was your turn to mirror his reaction. “Oh! I was just joking.” You say with a small laugh, a sudden interest in what exactly it was he had been hiding behind his back. “But… you got me a gift?” You ask with a small jump, a look of hopefulness in your eyes as your eyes clasped together infront of you.
Even without giving you the gift itself your amusement and look of excitement on your face, it was enough for Tech to be content with.
“Ah, yes, well, do you recall us talking about the lighting on the ship? More importantly about the lighting in your bunk?” He rocks on the balls of his feet, unbeknownst to him that his brothers were watching with intrigue from the windshield.
“I do indeed….” you say slowly, getting more and more curious.
He brings his arm around from his back, holding out an electronic device that had wires (nearly tucked away) and a large bulb attacked it. “It may not look exciting,” he rubs the back of his neck as you take it into your grasp, examining it up close, “but if I can install it into your bunk you’ll be able to change the colour rather than that flickering white one you currently have.” He points towards some of the controls, not being able to manage to look up to grasp your reaction. “You will also be able to change the contrast, sharpness, brightness, warmth too to suit what mood you’re in.”
You listen to him ramble but for the first time, nothing went in. He made this for me? You think to yourself but decided to also ask it out loud to him as well.
“You made this for me, Tech?” You ask softly, looking up at him with warm eyes and the softest smile on your lips.
Your reaction was like liquid gold to him, nothing could be more perfect than seeing the light shine in your eyes from something he did. He had lost the will to speak and instead just nodded.
Your heart could burst but you kept it at bay. “Tech, this is the sweetest thing someone has ever done for me. Thank you.” You nod at him, eyes locking before you look back down at the device in your hand. “But, why?”
This is it. The moment he had been waiting for. You had asked and he had the answer but his voice was hitched in his throat and a mental block stopped any coherent sentences from forming.
You waited for his response, looking back up at him to see him actually looking perplexed. As if he wanted to say something but he couldn’t. It was funny since you could only see his eyes which showed that you could read him very well.
“I...uh… I just thought it would help you sleep or research better.” He replies. Lame. What a kriffing idiot, he thinks to himself. The internal monologue in his mind was just him swearing at himself along with lines that he knows what his brothers will say to him.
Analysing him silently, you couldn’t help but think that you expected him to say something else. Maybe something he was afraid to say? Which seemed impossible as it was Tech but the sweet clone could never really express his true feelings, not ever. So, thinking you read the situation correctly you thought you’d take a gamble.
“Well in that case I have a gift for you too.”You reply, feigning a small innocence as your hands tuck away behind your back.
You? Had a gift? For him? Once again his cheeks bristled a glorious pink that were shielded by his helmet but now even the tips of his ears burned crimson.
“You have a gift for me?” He asks, bewildered after standing around and gawking at you like you had told him he had seven heads.
“Well I wanted to give you one for a while now so now seems the perfect time. It’s only a little something, it’s not as good as the gift you got me.” You say with a giggle, placing the device on the floor for the time being. “But under one condition.”
“Which is?”
“You need to take off your helmet, just so I can see your reaction.” You smirk, pointing at him. The air were thick in your lungs, sudden nerves taking over you as you watched the clone remove his helmet and hold onto it by his side.
“I need you to close your eyes too.” You say slightly hurriedly.
He raises a brow at this. “But you said you wanted to see my reaction?”
“I need to get it out of my pocket.” You lie with a roll of your eyes, laughing softly. “I’ll count down from three and then you can open. No peeking either!”
He hummed and closed his eyes reluctantly as you requested, and waited for the countdown somewhat impatiently.
“Three…” you took a step closer to Tech, your voice soft and laced with enticement as you shuffled on your spot, practically preparing yourself as you shook out the nerves from your hands.
“Two…” this time you gently raised your arms, placing each hand on either side of his shoulders as your chest gently pressed up against his breastplate. You felt him stiffen, standing to attention but his leg shook with nerves at your foreign touch.
You leaned forward, your nose gently brushing against his as you tilt your head to the side and eliciting a perfect gasp from Tech. Your lips barely brushed against his. “One…”
As requested, his eyes opened but yours had closed when you firmly planted your lips to his parted ones due to his precious gasp, letting your lips lock perfectly.
The feeling of warm, soft and plump lips against his made Tech’s mind fuzzy, his eyes fluttering closed and dropping his helmet to the floor with a thump. His hand hovers over your waist, unsure whether he could or should touch you or not.
Testing the waters, your lips glide along his in perfect synchronicity and you feel his rigid state falter. Now replaced with want as your hands move up his shoulders and to the back of his neck, fingers lacing through his short and soft hair. He breathes into you, making you knees almost buckle but luckily his hands manage to take hold of your waist to stop you from slipping away from him.
Eventually, you pull away to allow him to catch his breath while you smile somewhat goofily at him. “How was that?” You whisper, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, his slender arms wrapping around you and pulling you close.
“Wow.” You chuckle at his sweet choice of words or word even, pulling back to look at him.
“How long have you liked me?” You then ask, fingers continue to gently stroke through his soft hair.
“Honestly? Probably the first time we spoke. I was in pure awe of how intelligent and of course, beautiful you were.” He replies bashfully, his helmet no longer hiding his blush.
“Funny. That’s probably the same for me too.”
Tech stares down at you in amazement and ducks his head back down, chasing your lips for a second kiss where you both had slowly begun to deepen the kiss that evening.
Meanwhile, back on the Marauder, the sound of cheering and laughter was blocked out by the ship's walls as Wrecker lifted Crosshair, Echo and Hunter up into his arms. He was jumping up and down in joy as they all celebrated the success of Tech finally winning over the girl who lights up his heart.
The fifth and final instalment of the Touch Starved Series with the gorgeous Tech.
warnings: none, touch starved Tech, fluff, a little suggestive if you squint. Enjoy 🤍 SCHEDULED POST.
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Affection was not something Tech had any particular interest in when growing up nor was it something he was ever on the receiving thing of. It didn’t bother him, no. In fact, he never felt as though he needed to hug someone or shake someone’s hand to show comfort or gratitude. Why would he when his mind was racing with a thousand different ways to show these types of feelings?
That all changed however when you came into his life.
You had met him and the rest of the batch on Kamino, working under Master Jedi Shaaki Ti as one of the medical team. It was her who had signed you up to work with Clone Force 99 and although you all seemed reluctant, it was the best thing to ever happen.
There was no mistaking that Tech had found you attractive, every one of his brothers did and it didn’t help that you were also incredibly kind-hearted and funny. You were patient but brutally honest when you had to be and most of all? You listened to him.
It was a calm day for the Batch, relaxing on the sands of Tatooine and waiting for the next set of missions to come fire their way and Tech was doing his typical daily repairs. However, he ran into a small problem with one of the compartments under the control panel that controls the reflector shields and needed an assistant.
You just so happened to be walking past and glance in his way to see the harsh concentration grace his sharp features. “Everything alright, Tech?”
Glancing up from under the panel upon hearing the sound of the voice, an idea popped into his mind. “Ah! I don’t suppose you could spare a minute or two and assist me with some general repairs?”
“Are you sure? I’m not exactly good at that kind of stuff.” It’s not that you did not want to help but the thought of possibly accidentally breaking something triggered in your mind. It wasn’t until Tech said that you only had to hold some wires and maybe pass him some tools that finally convinced you to help.
“Well, okay then. Let me just take my jacket off and I’ll come under.”
“Not a problem, I can wait.” Tech confirmed by pulling himself back under the panel, laying on the flat piece of his armour on his back and awaited your return.
When you did, the top half of your body only sported a vest top since the ship was hotter than usual (obviously because of the planet and obviously because Wrecker had accidentally broken the cooling system… another task for another day) and got on your knees beside him.
“Alright I’m ready! Can I come under?”
Tech made a noise of what could only be a grunt of approval, slightly shifting more to his left to give you some room as you lay on your back and shimmied your way up beside him. “Okay sir, what would you like me to do?”
Your formal address to him made him chuckle in amusement. “Please, you do not need to call me such formalities as I am nothing more than your teammate. But, I would like you to hold onto this yellow wire whilst I calibrate the circuit board just here.”
Subtly, you rolled your eyes at Tech’s correction to the nickname you gave him but nonetheless took the yellow between your fingers and watched him tinker away.
As you watched him, your eyes traveled down to spot the side of his face, small beads of sweat trickling down from his temple. His face remained set in concentration, jaw clenching and slightly gritting his teeth.
Safe to say that if you were wearing something with a collar, you'd be hot underneath it.
Out of all the members of the Batch, you were probably closest to Tech and but that has unfortunately led to you feeling some kind of way around him. You tried to brush it off as a little crush but the more he taught you, spoke to you… it was definitely more than a little crush.
You tore your eyes away once he asked for the wire back and as you passed the wire towards him, his gloved fingers wrapped around your index finger accidentally causing Tech to gasp and pull back quickly.
Eyes widening a little at his reaction, the first thought that came to mind was that he had an electric shock of some kind.
“Tech, what was that? You okay?” You asked quickly, shifting a little on your side to look at him better as he inspected his fingers closely after dropping his spanner onto his chest.
“I am not too sure what it was but I can assure you that I am alright and you should not be alarmed.” He said simply but on the inside, his blood was boiling and his heart was racing.
He didn’t want to panic you further and he also didn’t want to stop half-way through his current task and so pushed the foreign feeling to the side and picked up the wire and tool once more and got back to it.
You however were still thinking about his reaction and how casually he had dismissed it but you knew better than to bring it up when he’s working. instead, you watch him busy himself again until you’re needed.
A few minutes passed and even though you did not ask, he saw no harm in telling you what it was he was doing whenever it came to him switching wires over, welding something back into place or whatnot. He never got the impression you got bored of him speaking. Asking for your help again, he requested for you to shine a torch into a small crook but this consisted of you brushing up beside him and that’s when Tech felt that sudden shot of heat again.
He grunts and you gave him a quizzical look but he said nothing, gritting his teeth as he focused on the task at hand despite the odd warmth you were providing.
“Forgive me,” he said after a short while, twirling a small tool around in his fingers as he prodded at the circuits, “but you are radiating a lot of heat right now and it’s quite hard for me to focus.”
Okay, his words kind of stung which was never his intention. “O-oh, I’m sorry.” You shift back to your right to give him some more space but Tech quickly snapped his head back in your direction.
“Why have you vacated more that way? I still need your help with holding the light.”
You raise a brow. “You told me that I was distracting you?”
Tech noted that what he said obviously came across as obnoxious and sucked on the inside of his cheek before saying, “That is true but I also didn’t mean I wanted to part from you. So if you’ll please…?” He then pats the spot back closer to him, a shy smile on his lips and you couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips either.
You scooted right back next to him, keeping a little distance to not overwhelm him with the body heat you didn’t even realise you were projecting. You didn’t feel overly hot and you also weren't sweating. Odd.
So, you carried on helping Tech until you were both finally done around twenty minutes later.
“You reckon it’s all fixed?” You ask as you move out from under the panel, stretching out your arms and legs as Tech moves down from under the panel too, joining your side.
“If my calculations were correct and with your brilliant help,” you watch as he pulls his datapad from his belt and you were glad he looked down at it rather than at you as you burned red at his praise, “everything should be running smoothly. Albeit the heating.”
“That’s good. Thanks for also telling me about how to fix certain parts of the ship. Not a clue what we’d do without you, Tech.” Now it was his time to gush a little at your words and he ducks his head lower into his datapad, pushing his goggles up the bridge of his nose.
“I’m sure you’ll be able to fix the ship now without me.”
“Doubt it!” You scoff with a small laugh, you’re too valuable in this squad to let someone like me fix your ship.”
“Well…” he thinks for a moment, unsure what to say to your incoming compliments but his eyes travel over your body for a moment, eyes landing on the soft skin of your bare arms that made his mouth ever so slightly salivate. Have you always looked this… good? Slightly disheveled from being under a warm and sweaty console for just under an hour? Obviously he thought you were attractive before but now? He was unsure how to feel.
“What are you looking at, Tech?”
His eyes snapped wide, not even realising he was staring at you until you had addressed him. “A-ah, nothing.” Then he thought about the sudden feeling he got from you under the console. “But, I do want to conduct an experiment. If you’ll allow me to?”
There was a subtleness of nervousness radiating off Tech that you noticed; something that was rarely shown. But, you nodded.
“Sure. What is it?”
Tech hesitated a moment just in case you would turn around and punch him in the throat but he requested you to take off your glove and so you did without a question and then watched as Tech slowly, and unsure if it was the trick of the light, shakily removed his own.
“Just a little curious. Allow me?” He extends his hand out to you, a silent invitation.
You looked at his hand, then at him and back to his hand before reluctantly placing your hand into his and watched as his whole body shuddered, eyes fluttering closed and hearing his breath hitch in his throat.
But he said nothing. Nothing at all. Instead, his fingers closed around yours with his thumb trailing over the back of your hand.
All the air in your lungs seemed to be sucked out, watching with bewildered eyes as the intellectual clone faltered under just holding your hand. “What… what is it?” You asked eventually, watching as he opened his eyes behind his goggles.
His gaze was a little hazy but they soon widened a little as he realised that he was holding your hand. Your hand. And you hadn’t hit him yet.
There was no mistaking that when he held your hand that a rush of warmth coursed through his veins like a thousand suns shone down on him that very moment. His heart was racing and his racing mind was all over the place as his eyes trailed over your soft features.
“Well,” he clears his throat after a short while, “it appears that your touch is somewhat creating an unexplainable feeling for me. As you can see,” he then lifts his other arm to you, showing his vitals, “my heart rate has increased significantly by your touch alone.”
He goes to pull his hand back, thinking that this was possibly too much for you but you stop him by scooting just a little bit closer, your legs crossed and your knees bumping against his leg just a tad. “Oh. Is it a bad feeling?”
Tech’s mouth ran dry. “No. I think that I quite like… this.” He sighs softly as you turn his hand over and gently traced your fingers over his palm. His hands were surprisingly soft despite how worn they appeared from all his hard work and craft. They were well kept and you trail a finger along the lines in his skin.
He lets out a soft gasp, shuddering at the sensation and you paused, looking back up at him. “Do you want me to stop?” Your voice was so gentle, music to his ears.
“No. It is just a peculiar feeling for me as I have never had someone-.” He goes to carry on but cuts himself short, cheeks reddening a little at his almost confession. You, however, coaxed him into telling you by gently digging your fingers into his hand, a gentle hint of reassurance in the form of a massage.
“Never, what?”
“I have never had someone have this effect on me. If you were to pull away now, I only fear that I will crave more of your touch.” He admits, a small hint of a plea that he didn’t want to let go nor wanted you to let him go.
You hummed, finally understanding what the issue - if you could call it that - was.
“So, you’re touch starved?” You question, a warm feeling flaring inside you as Tech moved just a little closer to you so you were side by side with your arms touching whilst you continued to caress his hand.
Tech blinked. “I am unfamiliar with that term.”
“It means that you’ve not really had a lot of affection from others. So me doing this,” you indicate to your hands that were now interlocked with each other, “has made you feel, dare I say it, a little soft? Needy?”
Tech pushed his goggles up the bridge of his nose, cheeks turning a slight crimson colour. “I see. I suppose that would explain why I am not wanting to let go. Well, and another thing.”
Your ears perked at this. “Another thing…?” You nudged him to continue and that’s when he went more quiet than usual. You studied his reaction, watching him glance away from you but his hold on your hand tightened just a touch. You knew.
Almost leaping for joy, discovering that Tech may like you just as you liked him, you could have sworn that he leaned a little towards you whilst looking at your lips. As if a string pulled you both closer, both of your breaths became heavy from nerves and the exciting possibility of what could happen next.
You didn’t realise at first until you felt a gentle squeeze on your left hand that Tech had brought both of your hands into his, your hands emanating a surreal heat he had never felt before.
Was this what it was like to be shown affection? Your insides flipping, boiling and tingling wonderfully all at the same time? Tech would definitely do his research but he was soon cut off when he noticed that your face was inches from his, minted breath wafting his nostrils.
You were so close to him that your eyes drifted closed, Tech’s mind clustered with thoughts on how to possibly kiss you but let his conscience guide him.
“Tech!”
You both jump far away from one another, eyes wide as you pretend to be doing something else whilst Tech glared at the cockpit door as Wrecker comes stumbling up to the front, completely unaware of what he just ruined.
“What is it, Wrecker?” Tech sighed as he tried to show that his heart rate wasn’t through the ship's roof meanwhile you fumbled around cluelessly with putting the tools back.
“I need a med-patch.”
“You already used the last one yesterday.” Tech mumbled, pulling himself up to his feet.
“Gah!” Wrecker sighed, rubbing the side of his arm which is when you looked up at the brute of a soldier with a heart of gold.
“I’ll help you out.” You go to stand but Tech has instantly stuck his hand down towards you. You gave him a slight smug look, one Wrecker couldn’t see as you gently slipped your hand into his, watching him physically melt under the touch before hoisting yourself up.
Purposely or not (you decide) you fall into his chest, arms wrapping around the back of his neck for ‘support’.
He stumbled, tips of his ears burning at the close proximity of your chest against his but listens as you laughed it off. “Oops! Sorry Tech.” You grin, patting his shoulder to make it look not suspicious in front of Wrecker.
However, you did lean into him a little as you moved around him and lowered your voice into a whisper. “Meet me at my bunk later tonight?”
Tech felt his chest tighten and he nodded his head quickly, hands that had slipped to your waist being removed as you left the cockpit with Wrecker.
What an interesting morning it turned out to be.
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When the evening rolled around, Tech sat in the cockpit chair with his face glued to his holopad and in fact researching the terminology of being touch starved. Surprisingly, some forums opened up and he read through them as others came to the holonet to question this. He was glad to see it wasn’t just him who experienced this.
Then, there was your request. He waited a while longer as the others said they wanted to go explore Tattooines nightlife. You had already ‘turned in’ and he made up the excuse that he wasn’t overly happy with how the hyperdrive had been performing.
Knowing it was just the two of you left on the ship, Tech had stood and unclipped the top half of his armour to get comfortable before he made his way towards your bunk.
As expected, you were there sitting on the edge of your bunk cleaning a weapon you owned and glance up upon hearing him clear his throat.
“Tech.” You greet him with a soft smile, standing to your feet and stuffing your hands into the pockets of your pants.
He replies with your name and shifted awkwardly in his spot, “any reason why you wanted to see me?”
You smirk a little and raise a brow. “I just thought we could talk a little more is all… unless you wanted to do something else?”
Tech inhaled a sharp breath and straightened out his posture, hands down to his sides before taking a step towards you. “Instead of talking, what else did you have in mind?” He enquires, again pushing his goggles up the bridge of his blushed nose.
Humouring him, you take a small step towards him, swaying a little in your movement. “Oh I don’t know… I quite liked what we were doing earlier.”
“Do I have permission to touch you?” He asked instantly, making you jump a little at his abrupt eagerness. He cursed internally at his boldness, feeling a little sheepish but you relaxed him with a laugh and nod.
“Yes, you have permission to touch me. Or hug me, even.”
Tech bit his lip and nodded his head. You watched as he opened his arms towards you, a little awkward but you did him the courtesy of practically jumping into his arms, arms wrapped around his shoulders whilst he embraced your waist and held you close.
Tech thought holding hands was good but this was behind another level. You were so close, the feeling of your increased heartbeat thumping away against your ribs and his chest. He rested his head on top of yours, closing his eyes as ecstasy engulfed him.
“You’re a good hugger.” You compliment bashfully after a few minutes, pulling away so you could look up at him and feeling your heart swell at the adorable blush on his skin.
“As are you, mesh’la.”
You gave him a confused look at the name. “What does that mean?”
“Would you like me to tell you?” He asks, a hand raising from your waist and to your cheek. The touch made you shiver but regardless, you leaned into him.
“Y-yes please.” You sigh softly, feeling as light as air under his touch. Maybe you were just as touch starved as he was.
“Or…” he trails off, unsure whether or not to take the plunge or not but if he had read the situation correctly, he may as well, “or I could show you.”
All it took was a little nod of your head for Tech to lean down and capture his lips with yours. You hummed upon the impact, eyes still open as you watched his tightly knit shut but slowly closed as you felt him begin to move his lips against yours.
Cupping your jaw, your fingers trail along the short tassels of hair at the back of his neck and gasped as he backed you up slightly against the wall.
Your gasp startled him, eyes opening with worry if he took it too far and pulls away. “Is this okay?”
You answer him by kissing his lips again. “Just unexpected. Keep kissing me Tech.” You breathe softly against him and he did just that.
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