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[milkytheholy1]

Drunk Confidence

A/N: Woah, I actually released a fic on Tech Tuesday, I swear that never happens? Anyway, have this crappy excuse of a story! Would anyone like to see a part 2 for this because I've got some ideas in mind?

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Tech x Gender Neutral reader

Part 2 - Sober Suspicions

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A night out on the town, it was all you needed to feel alive again. No longer dragging your feet around the ship out of exhaustion, no longer begging for some caf; no matter how crappy it tasted. You simply let the music take you and the alcohol fuel you, there wasn't a better way of living than that.

And the batch had agreed with you, you had all had some hard missions this week and if anything were to save you all it would be a drink with only the highest amounts of alcohol in them. You had practically rushed out of the Havock at the very thought of getting drunk that night, the only thing on your mind was a party, to have fun and dance the night away.

Some members of the group were a little more...apprehensive about the whole experience, rather choosing to slowly drink away at their glass than go all out like the rest of you did. That person was Tech, he cared more about his words and behaviour while drunk than any of you did. Where you slurred words and laughed uncontrollably, Tech spoke fully articulated and sat up straight in the booth.

Although, he had to admit that he did find your drunken state humourous, to say the least. You were much more loose than you usually were, but he knew alcohol had that effect on people. Take Hunter, for example, their usually stoic Sergent was cracking jokes and dancing in his chair to the distant music playing from the bar's speakers. Any other day, the trooper would be caught dead dancing, only cracking some snarky comments on a mission, but with alcohol enthused into his veins, he was a completely different person.

Yes, Tech had noted the effects of their murky drink on each of the batch members. Wrecker was louder, if that was even possible, Crosshairs was more open, even if his emotions came out in the form of harsh sarcasm and Echo, well like Tech, he tended to drink less; a smart move on his part really.

But he had to admit he much preferred your drunken state compared to his brothers; he'd die in a hole if his brothers had flirted with him the way you did. You were currently joined to the hip with Tech, arms rubbing against his armour as you cackled at something Wrecker had said, head thrown back in hysterics.

Tech wasn't quite sure what his brother had said to make you laugh so hard, he was too distracted by your face to even care. He'd never admit it to you while you were fully sober, but Tech found himself falling more and more in love with you as time went on. It took him a while to come to that conclusion, that he was in love with you, it just didn't seem right to him. He knew he was a defect from the original clone recipe, but to fall in love?

It wasn't uncommon for that to happen, especially in the wider world outside of the clone anatomy, but for it to happen to him felt like a joke. A cruel prank by the universe, the force if he so chooses. But the blink of your lashes against your rosy cheeks, the dip in your nose from a few missions back when you got caught under debris, the shine in your eyes. He couldn't help but fall for you, it was logical after all, he had done the math.

He had calculated the possibility of you liking him back, 67% for those who wondered, it was a high percentage indeed but there was still a 33% chance that you didn't like him either. Tech didn't want to ruin the relationship he had with you, an awkward partnership that soon dubbed into a friendship. He'd hate to ruin that, and there lied his apprehension to mention it to you, no matter how logical the step seemed.

"And that's when the guy jumped from behind me, all it took was a simple wrench manoeuver and the guy was down!" Wrecker cheered, his drink spilling as his animated form flung to the air, "Heh, he won't be leaving that med bed for a while."

"Well, he won't be getting up at all, a broken spine tends to do that, Wrecker." Crosshairs huffed, sipping his drink, but a dark smirk was wet on his lips. You spluttered out a laugh, again, leaning against Tech's arm as you wept tears of joy.

"Stop, stop- it-it's too goood!" you muttered, trying hard to catch your breath. Hunter slipped away from the booth unnoticed, stumbling his way to the bar and back with a fresh new round, Tech was surprised he hadn't spilt any on the way back. As the Sergent handed out the next round, Tech intercepted your drink and pulled it far from you.

You blinked at your empty hand, brain still catching up with what was going on, "Wha- heeeeey~" you groaned out, slowly turning your head to catch Tech's eyes. The man in question smiled at your childlike nature, shaking his head as he promptly spoke, "You've had too much to drink for one night, you're perhaps forgetting we have a mission in two days and I would prefer it if you weren't hungover the whole time."

"Pffft, I- I won't be hungover, I'mmm not even drunk!" you laughed out, eyes blinking slowly. Tech let a chuckle slip out through his lips, "I highly doubt that, my dear."

"GAsp, you 'hink I'm drunk, don't youuu?" you slurred out, suddenly turning to the rest of the group, hands pounding on the table. The drinks shook with the vibrations causing Crosshairs to moan out when a small drop fell to the table, "Guyysss, Tech here, thinks I'mm 'runk! Amm I?" you questioned.

A chorus of cheers screamed "No!" while Echo muttered a weak: "Yes."

"So it's decided, I'm taking you back to the ship before you get into any serious trouble. Excuse me, Hunter." Tech announced, moving to stand as best as he could to get out of the booth. His hand worked its way around your wrist and effectively dragged you out with him, sliding past Hunter, you begged him to let you stay.

The boss just laughed, bandana falling down to cover his left eye, "Sssorry, can't help ya!" he roared, ultimately causing you to groan. Tech refused to let go of your arm, still pulling you along with him, eventually you gave up trying to escape and clung to him without shame. It surprised the clone, he wasn't prepared for you at all to do that but in theory, he should have seen it coming with your far more tipsy state.

"Tech~" you mused, drawing your nose to bump against the cut of his jaw, wobbling on your tip-toes to reach the giant. Tech stopped walking, knowing you would fall if he carried on, he turned to face you with a sigh, "Yes, (Y/N)?"

You leaned up closer, nose dragging over his cheeks, inciting a red blush to follow wherever you went. Finally reaching your destination, you bumped your own nose against his, "Boop." you laughed, pulling back and leaning heavily against his chest, arms flung over his shoulders. Tech wrapped his arms around your waist, gone past the point where he could ask for your permission to do so.

He begged that his face let up from the pink virus he had captured when it came to you, hoping he wouldn't make a fool of himself in front of you. With another empty sigh, Tech, not so gracefully, lifted you over his shoulder so he could get back to his ship quicker. Ignoring all the stares from whoever was out that late at night, you cheered along, hitting your palms against his back as you sang out of tune.

When he finally approached the Havock, Tech went to place you down but immediately stopped when you objected.

"Wait! I-I gotta doo somethin' first!" you protested, leaving Tech confused for once in his life. So doing as he was told, Tech resumed the same position as before, you slung over his shoulder, albeit a little further down than before. Tech waited for you to do something, maybe you were trying to pass up gas or something, similar to an infant.

What he didn't expect, however, was a light tap on his armour closer to his...out of reach regions, let's say. Tech's body shook, he pulled you down instantly, arms moving away from touching you and face pale yet bright red at the same time. He watched as you giggled away, the smallest hint of a blush on your cheeks and around the bridge of your nose.

He didn't know what to do, stunned by a single action, an action by you no less.

"Let'sss gooooo!" you shouted, preparing to charge up the ship's ramp. But your first large step ended in misery as you quickly began to tip backwards, waving your arms to centre yourself, your body leaned heavily forwards. Expecting to hit the ground and feel it more in the morning, you embraced the feeling of falling, nothing quite like the thrill of it all.

Tech launched after you, wrapping his arms around your hips without thought and dragging your back to rest against his chest. His laboured breaths warmed the tips of your ears, a toasty blush now on your face.

"Maker, don't do that." he huffed out, pulling you into a position where he could get the both of you into the ship. He could feel your fingers tracing the side of his armour as he walked you to the bunks, a disaster zone by the time the others would get back.

You flopped face-first into the bunk, groaning when it hurt slightly. From the noise alone, Tech's eyes widened in panic, he turned so your back was against the covers and inspected you for any injuries, even if they were minor.

Pushing his hands away with your own, you cheekily wrapped your fingers around his so he couldn't escape, "I'm fineee," you groaned out, smiling up at him with pearly whites. Tech felt the light squeeze in his hands, flicking his gaze over to capture his right hand entangled with yours.

"Stay with me~" you begged, face buried into the cover, eyes closed. Tech didn't know what to say, well that was a lie the obvious answer was yes, the answer his heart was churning for. But when did he ever let his heart decide? His brain was his heart in Tech's own opinion and it had never let him down before.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, you need to rest." he carefully untangled your fingers from his, gently laying your hands on top of your chest as your breathing evened out. Moving away from your passed out form, Tech swore he heard your lips murmur something, "(Y/N)?" he questioned, stepping back over to the bunk.

You didn't wake from your calming sleep, just murmuring to yourself, perhaps lost in a dream Tech could only describe. His fingers reached out on their own accords, startling Tech, but he did little to stop the movement. His fingers danced across your hairline, pulling the stray strands away from your face and back into the bundle of hair on top of your head.

He couldn't do this, couldn't keep a secret so large from you. Well, there was no one around, everyone else still at the bar or at the very least making their way back. And you were practically knocked out unconscious, so why couldn't he let his feelings out?

Taking a deep breath in, Tech hummed out his feelings, a small "I-I love you," declared from his lips. Pulling away, Tech left you alone, the door swooping shut behind him. He made his way to the cockpit, the trusty old cockpit. He fell into the chair, back hitting it hard and slightly knocking the wind out of him, at least he said it, got it out into the world.

"Maker, what are you doing to me." he whispered out, eyes focused on the stars through the window above.

[milkytheholy1]

Sober Suspicions

A/N: Okay, so here's part 2 to Drunken Confidence! Hope you all enjoy it and let me know if you want more Tech content!

Part 1 - Drunken Confidence

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The morning was here, awakening you with the moans and groans of the other patrons in the room. Wrecker had groaned the loudest, slowly sitting up in bed and rubbing his head, a headache no doubt, "Ugh, remind me to never drink again," he grumbled. Hunter sat from his bunk, elbows braced against his knees, hand running through his thick hair, "I second that,"

You wanted to laugh but the icky feeling in your stomach silenced you. You took a deep breath, standing on wobbly legs and moving your way past the bunks and to the sliding door. Walking past Crosshairs bunk, you batted against it with a bawled fist, but no sign of life came from it, "You're wasting your time, (Y/N), knowing Cross, he's probably lurking in a tree somewhere." Hunter snided.

Before you could get to the exit, the door swooshed open and a bright light flooded the dark misery of the bunks. You all hissed like vampires, squinting your eyes to look upon Echo's amused smile, "About time you guys got up, Omega's made you all some caf."

"Omega made us some caf?" you mused, tilting your head in confusion, "What does she want?" Hunter asked from behind you, placing a steady hand against the door, his arm brushing against the hairs on the top of your head.

Echo shrugged his shoulders, turning around to walk back into the hallways of the Havock, "Beats me, guess she heard all the groans and assumed you needed a little life support."

"Ugh, but I hate the caf here, tastes like dirt." Wrecker whined, eventually joining you all. You noted the three dainty cups on the side, practically sprinting for it to soothe your buzzing mind. The ramp to the outside was down, allowing the bright sunshine of whatever planet you were on to beam into the Havock like a welcomed friend. There was a warm breeze, it gently swayed the flowers, the leaves on the trees rustling.

Echo slumped down the ramp, quickly joining back with Omega who sat playing with the flowers, weaving their stems into a crown to rest upon his head. Wrecker downed his caf, wiping away the remnants from his lips with the back of his hand. Slamming the metal cup down, he dashed from the Havock and tumbled into the grass, jogging his way over to the pair before falling to his ass and laughing with Omega.

You had no clue how he could be so positive while escaping a hangover, Hunter seemed to agree, he sent you an roll eye, soft smile hidden by his cup. He nudged his head over to the sealed doors of the cockpit, no doubt where the resident genius was residing, "You gonna go see him?" his voice wavered.

You shrugged your shoulders, choosing to stare into the brown abyss of your drink than rather looking into Hunter's eyes, "I don't know, I will at some point just...not yet." You didn't know why you were so apprehensive to see Tech, well that was a lie, you knew the exact reason.

Last night in your drunken, passed out form, you heard Tech speaking to you. He was nervous but what else was new, he was rambling about something before it all went quiet, the only sounds were your laboured breaths. Then he said it: "I love you."

You never thought you'd hear those words fall from anyone's lips let alone Tech's, he always seemed so reserved around you. Sure, he had his snarky comments and moments of playfulness, but they also seemed so spread apart. You had liked Tech for while now, you had assumed it to be obvious with the amount of times you've flirted with him, especially while drunk. But each morning you'd both wake up and act like it never happened, hence leading you to believe he'd never feel the same way.

"Maybe you should go talk to him," Hunter interrupted your train of thought, bringing you back into the real world. You finally looked to him, eyes pleading him to not talk further on the subject, he could sense your change in emotions, "Look, I don't know what happened between the two of you last night, but when we got back Tech was acting weird...well, weirder than usual."

"Nothing happened," You argued, sipping the remains of your drink, albeit slightly colder than when you had originally started drinking it. Hunter frowned, he didn't like liars, especially when they were on his team, "(Y/N), you can't avoid him forever."

"I'm not..avoiding him, just- just getting over my hangover."

Hunter walked past you, one hand holding his cup while the other rested on your shoulder, he looked deeply into your eyes, "It's a small ship, (Y/N)." was all he said before he left to join the others. You watched as he shuffled down the ramp, casting your gaze to the floor as you thought deeply about what to do.

Leaning back against the cockpit doors, which in hindsight was a bad idea, you settled the mug into a more comfortable position and stared out at the ship. Eyes flicking onto every piece of furniture, onto Gonky in the back, everything. In a matter of seconds, the doors you were resting on disappeared, replaced by a hard chest. The swooshing sound you were used to changed to a startled "Oh!"

Pacing yourself, you looked up with wide eyes. You could feel his arms braced against your sides, chest heaving beneath your back, breath fanning across your face. Tech stared down at you in equal shock, not at all expecting you to be there, rather, he assumed you'd be with the others outdoors.

"(Y-Y/N)," he stuttered out, still staring at you, neither of you deciding to move yet. You swallowed down the lump in your throat, fidgeting out of his grip until you were stood on two feet again, "Tech," you stated.

You stepped away from each other, refusing to make eye contact, the atmosphere around you both unnerving and tense. Tech took in a breath, the holopad in his hands pushed against his chest, "Well, then," he muttered. His voice sent a shiver down your spine, looking up you met his regretful eyes, "Uh-huh," you huffed.

He stepped around you, ready to dash away to the depths of the ship and never be seen again. But you stopped him, back turned to him, front facing the cockpit as you looked at the bright blue skies through the windows.

"We can't keep doing this," you whispered, Tech's ears perked at your voice, he turned to face you, "Can't keep doing what, exactly?"

You turned to face him, looking anywhere but at his dumb, handsome face, "We can't keep saying things then avoid each other like the plague."

"I don't know what you're referring t-"

"I heard you, you know? Last night." you uttered to Tech, his words going dull on his tongue. He took a timid step closer, you could hear his footfalls echo against the ships ground. The tip of his finger made contact with your arm, soon his whole hand joining along, grasping the appendage and pushing you with his chest into the cockpit.

The doors shut, trapping you both in the moment. You had yet to face him, eyes still glistening at the sight before you, the scenery like nothing you had ever seen before. Both of you standing in the cockpit with the sun passing through the glass. Tech's eyes widened, finally looking at you with guilt he moved to apologise, but you stopped him before he could utter a single word.

"I love you too," you whispered calmly, although your mind was anything but calm. Tech's movements faulted, mouth agape and eyes wide behind his tinted goggles, "I-you-I'm sorry, I think you've just broken my brain." he began to ramble, "Well not in reality, while a brain can technically be 'broken', it cannot split unless forced to by another and not by emotions-"

He continued to splutter out phrases and words that meant nothing to you, but that's one thing you loved about Tech, his brain, his awkwardness. You stepped towards him, having to crane your neck to look into his eyes, which weren't on you as he rolled them around while he talked, similar to his hands; he was always one for theatrics when he spoke.

Pushing a finger to his lips, you silenced him, a rosy blush tinting his cheeks. You grinned at him, "Tech, as much as I love your nerdy little rambles, I'm afraid I'm going to have to cut you off."

"A-and how will you do that?" he questioned as well as he could, still speaking with your finger pressed against him. You leaned onto the tips of your toes, edging closer and closer towards him until your lips replaced your finger. Tech's whole body straightened when he felt you against him, arms braced by his side and holopad dropped to the floor. Slowly, his arms snaked around your hips, hesitant in his actions, he waited for you to initiate everything.

Pulling away, a small gap between you both and hot pants on each other's faces, you beamed up at him. He stretched a hand up to readjust his goggles, "I see," he mused, a smile now on his lips.

"You know, I appreciate everything you do for me when I'm..."

"Intoxicated beyond belief?" he finished for you, you punched him in the breastplate, knowing no harm would come to him. He wrapped a hand around your fist, flattening your palm so he could encase it with his own, "I read somewhere that being outside is meant to help with hangovers, fresh air is proven to 'unclog' the mind, as it were."

"Ugh, I love it when you talk nerdy to me." you teased, pressing your lips against his for the second time that day. This time Tech embraced it, pulling and pushing against you as your lips overlapped, hands squeezing your sides with love.

"I assume you worked things out?" Crosshairs voice slinked from the entrance, too enthralled with each other you barely picked up on the sound of the door opening. With your arms wrapped around Tech's neck and his around your waist, you stared at Crosshairs with broad eyes.

"Relax, we all knew you'd bang anyway." he walked off, presumably back to the bunks, leaving you and Tech in a state of embarrassment; bright red cheeks and muted thoughts.

[milkytheholy1]

A baby for hire

Bad Batch Tech x GNReader

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The Havoc Marauder had just landed on some mossy, overgrown planet. You could already feel the tussles of your hair frizz at the hot air burning off of the surface. It wasn't a swamp but the land wasn't exactly dry either, it was a weird inbetween and it made you uncomfortable. You groaned as your boot sunk further and further into the mud, mind buzzing at the thoughts of getting back to the ship and jumping into a shower; you wouldn't even care if the water had gone cold.

Tech was ahead of you, sailing through the slosh and easing his way through low hanging branches. You couldn't see his face, disguised by the helmet that sat upon his shoulder, you could faintly hear his chuttering breaths but that was all. The holopad he held in his hands illuminated the helmet, the scratched up white faded into a baby blue.

"Keep up, wouldn't want you getting lost now would we?" he bartered, flicking his head in your direction. He caught your harsh gaze, trying hard to hold back a smile at the state of your hair. It looked more like expanding foam with the way it was moving outwards, engulfing your head for protection.

You muttered under your breath as you caught up with him, kicking mud up along your trousers as you picked up the pace. "Can't we just say this planet is full of mud and go already? I think I'm starting to taste this crap in my mouth." you huffed out. Tech scoffed at your comment, continuing forward, fingers tapping along his holopad as he wrote down notes of your surroundings.

"We are on a scavenging mission, we will return to the ship when we are done." he almost sounded like Hunter with that attitude. You rolled your eyes, giving him a pout, you pushed past him and wandered ahead. Tech watched you go, unable to move his legs as he took in your form. Pushing his goggles further up his face through the small gap in the helmet, he mumbled to himself: "There we go."

After another thirty minutes of walking, Tech by your side this time, you approached what appeared to be a village. The viewfinder on Tech's helmet fell before his eyes as he scanned the place, a small beep emitting when it was done, "This village appears to be empty, no heat signatures detected at all. If someone were here, they have long since been gone."

"Ugh, creepy, abandoned, ghost towns, what could be better?" you teased, nudging Tech with your elbow. Tech's posture straightened, "Many things would be better than this, for examp- oh, you were joking." he shook his head and stepped towards the town, unbothered by its menacing stature. You dashed for him, not wanting to be left alone in a place like this, "Where do you think everyone went?" you asked.

You passed by what looked like a shop, the countertops were covered in dust and what food was left was rotting. "Not sure," Tech shrugged, readjusting his goggles to get a better look at the decay, "This planet is known for mudslides and floods, but this village seems unaffected by either of those disasters. This has to be something else."

You proceeded to explore, at some points having to bash your shoulder against the old wooden doors until they gave; you'd be sore and bruised come morning. Everything was left as though the people had disappeared in their spots, pots and pans either left at the stove or dropped to the floor, books left opened. A shiver ran down your spine, skin plucked and shaking, something about this village gave you major horror vibes.

"Tech, I-I think we should leave, maybe whatever thing caused the people to leave is still here?" You could feel your teeth chatter together in fear, but to Tech, you played it off as though you were cold. He turned to you with a raised brow, "Are you implying that something wreaked havoc and that's why the people left? Well, if something did attack the town I doubt they were able to leave."

"Tech!" you scolded, arms braced against your hips, you looked at him as though he was a boy. He shrugged his shoulders again, his sign of dismissing things, you knew it all too well. "I am just being theoretical about this, we have to look at the situation with logic, (Y/N). This planet isn't owned by the Empire or what remains of the Republic, during the war it was neutral ground. I believe it was too far from the outer rim, hence why the war never quite reached here."

You turned away from him, hearing a sound in the distance, except it wasn't in the distance. You continued to walk around the room, pressing your ear up against the wall to get a better idea of where the sound was coming from. How can something sound so close yet so far at the same time? Tech still hadn't noticed your odd behaviour, rather, he was too invested in his impromptu history lesson.

"And this planet doesn't have any known predators or enemies from off-world, so my only evaluation for the disappearance of the people is-"

"Shhh," you whispered harshly at him, back facing him as you pushed your body up against one wall in particular. He stared at you, many thoughts racing through his mind but none of them making sense, he felt his brain literally breaking while he watched you; and yet he couldn't be sure if it was because of what you were doing or the feelings he had developed for you over time. "D-did you just shush me?" he stuttered out, eyes wide and observing every action you made.

You shushed him again, growing impatient with this constant sound but no reason or answers as to where and why. Tech walked up to you, the paters of his shoes seemingly echoing around the empty space, "Shh" you hushed again. Tech lifted his hands in surrender, "I didn't even say anything," he huffed out to himself.

You knocked against the wall, head perking up when you caught the echo of it. Placing a hand against one of Tech's shoulder pieces, you pulled him close to you without warning, the poor boy stammering into you and apologising profusely. "Take that helmet off and tap that wall," you commanded, eyes solely focused on the dry plaster. Tech looked between you and the wall, silently judging your decisions but agreeing nevertheless because it was you, and he was absolutely smitten.

Pulling his helmet off, revealing the beauty that was his face, Tech pressed his ear up against the wall like you had done and tapped. His eyes widened when he caught onto what you were implying, "It's hallow on the other side," you nodded in agreement, a wide smile enveloping your face.

"And if it's hollow it means something has to be behind there, someone was trying to hide something." You beamed, suddenly finding this scavenging mission a lot more fun. "Step back," Tech warned, pulling out his blaster from his hip. You threw your body against the wall, arms splayed out as you tried your best to shield it, "What're you doing? What if it breaks while you shoot it!"

"It will only break if there does happen to be something behind the wall, I give it a 78% chance that there is something there and not just some basic remodelling." Tech reasoned, but you wouldn't budge. You shook your head repeatedly, "No, I know I heard a sound coming from behind there. Whatever it is, it's alive and can be hurt. We're just going to have to do this the good ol' fashioned way." you chided.

Ten minutes later and you had finally made a dent into the wall, the plaster had started crumbling away and you could finally get a glimpse of what was hidden away. Deciding that you would be the first to look, Tech heard your audible gasp out loud, your movements suddenly becoming panicky and fast. "What, what is it?"

Tech was the next to look, his own reaction quite similar to yours. Inside this hidden little room was a pile of cloth and linen, on top laid a sleeping baby, so small and round. It looked unharmed but who knew if it was a facade or not. Tech didn't utter a single word but immediately worked harder and harder on pulling away the drywall. Larger pieces soon fell to the floor, dust seeping into every crack in his armour, they would be a real pain to cleanout.

But the hard work paid off, the baby was finally free and embraced in your arms, still fast asleep and unharmed. Tech scanned the poor thing, his reports coming back clean, "Male, specious unknown, no signs of possible injuries or internal damage. Whoever left him here must have been fairly recent, unless the drywall was protected with some type of forcefield or-"

"We need to get him back to the ship," you rushed out, already making your way to the door. "Right," Tech claimed, running to catch you up. He took the lead, now fighting for the three of you if anything came out into the open. "Poor guy, I can't believe someone would just leave him there."

"Perhaps they were protecting him from whatever was attacking them at the time," Tech offered, easily finding his way back to the ship.

"Nope, we've already got one, I'm not dealing with this." Hunter moaned, leaving the ship's entrance and no doubt hiding in the cockpit or the bunks. You and Tech both stared at each other in shock, and slight panic, but the gentle cooing in your arms quickly distracted you. "You are kinda cute, huh?" you smiled, shaking your body slightly, bouncing the baby, his giggles screamed loud and proud. Tech couldn't do anything but watch on in awe, he would have never pegged you down as someone who was good with babies.

"What?" you questioned, catching his gaze. Tech's cheeks bloomed a bright pink, embarrassed that he had been so easily caught, "Oh n-nothing, I am just a little jarred that you're so good at this. I would have never thought you'd be so good with, erm, children as you currently are."

"Oh," you spat out, you shrugged your shoulders as best as you could, trying not to make any speedy movements with the child in your arms, "I guess it's just that natural parental instinct?" you mused, still unsure yourself, but whatever it was felt right. You moved with the child into the Havoc Marauder, starting to feel the presence of night as the air finally grew cold. Tech followed you inside instantly, like a puppy trailing its owner.

Hours later and Tech's sat in the cockpit, a holopad on his lap and his nose in a book. He flipped through page after page but found nothing on the species the baby could be, or even what was attacking them for that matter. There were countless piles of books littered around his feet, all lead to nowhere. Suddenly, the doors to the cockpit swooshed open, the loud, obnoxious cries from the child disrupted Tech's peace.

"He's crying," you huffed out, falling into the co-piolets seat, child in your arms. His face was red, raw screams coming from his lips, little cheeks tear-stained. "Baby's cry, that's what they do." Tech remarked matter-of-factly, still pursuing the books. You pouted at him, aware that he wasn't going to see it anyway, "Yeah, but what do I do to make him stop it?" you whined, head falling back against the seat, eyes closed in frustration.

"Have you fed him?"

"Yes,"

"Has he had a nap?"

"Yes,"

"How about a diaper change?"

"Uh...Can we just skip that one?" you begged, looking at the child with disgust. Tech looked over to you, giving you a weak smile and a small chuckle. Pulling away from his books, he reached over and took the child from your arms, you slumped further down in a more relaxing position. You hinged an eye open when silence flooded the room, turning to Tech you noted that the baby had stopped crying and was laying his body against Tech's, a content smile on his face.

His chubby cheeks were smushed against Tech's armour, his tiny fists idle on Tech's chest. "Wow, are you the baby whisperer or something?" you teased, but you were generally impressed by his newfound skill. "Come again?" he repeated, tilting his head in the most adorable way ever.

"Oh, nothing." you whispered, light laughter slipping from your lips. "You seem rather tired, I suggest getting some sleep in the bunks." Tech suggested, eyes roaming over your frame with worry. You dismissed him with a simple wave of your hand, "I'll be fi-" a yawn ripped through your words, effectively silencing any further points you had.

Tech sent you a glare, you can't believe him of all clones was the one sending you to bed. Giving in when another yawn came from you, you stood from your seat on shaky legs and moved to the entrance of the cockpit. Before you left, however, you turned to Tech and placed a light kiss against his forehead. Tech had felt his whole face transition to the colour red, the colour change not going unnoticed by you. His hold body stiffened, but soon relaxed when he heard your carefree laughter, "What was that for?" he questioned, although he wished he didn't.

"Just a little thank you, you know, for taking care of the baby. Aannddd maybe, just maybe, it's something I've always wanted to do." you whispered out, brain spouting out sober thoughts. "Something you've always wanted to do?" Tech repeated, not quite believing this was happening, "Goodnight, Tech." you answered back, leaving the cockpit with elegance even in your half-asleep state.

"I've always wanted to do that too," Tech hummed to himself, turning back to the holopad that had long since dimmed in his absence, the books surrounding him gone unused for the time being. The child in his arms proved to be a challenge to manoeuver around, but Tech had soon accommodated the added hurdle and was back to reading in no time. The baby fast asleep in his arms, a sleepy smile on his little face, he must have felt right at home.

[milkytheholy1]

Starlit night

A/N: I'm not going to lie, I really just wanted to write a Tech fic but had literally no ideas for it so have this garbage. Enjoy!

Tech x GNReader

Star wars masterlist. Ultimate masterlist

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The stars were out, shining bright in the sky, dotting the treeline. The air was peaceful, quiet chirps of whatever animal that roamed the planet echoed amongst the soft breeze. You seemed to recall someone saying that the night sky was at a disadvantage, most people simply miss its beauty because they are asleep, there are only the few that understand its true uniqueness.

With that thought in mind, you pushed your knees closer towards your chest, arms wrapped around them to keep them in place. You were sat on a hillside, the Havoc Marauder sitting silently behind you, it's occupants no doubt inside. The batch had stopped onto this planet for a simple rest, a quick snooze where no one could shoot at them. You don't remember the name of the planet you're on, memory hazy whenever Tech spoke.

You found your eyes were glued to the stars, blissfully unaware of anything happening around you; which had its advantages and disadvantages. The prickle of lush, green grass, brush past your skin sent shivers down your spine. The moment interrupted by timid steps from the background, rushed but at the same time delayed. Nervous.

The newcomer stood beside you, his head tilting to observe you, checking if you were okay before going to look at the scenery. You hadn't spoken a word to him since you told the crew you needed a moment to breathe, and that was only twenty minutes ago.

"Tech, if you don't sit down in the next few minutes then I'll pull you down myself." you huffed out, eyes unmoving. You heard Tech scoff at you, but after a few silent thoughts, he gracefully fell next to you. His armour clashed with the ground, scratching and chafing as he moved into a more comfortable position. "You know, this clone armour wasn't meant for leisurely spots of stargazing." he quipped, his tone snarky.

You hummed out a small whim of laughter, finally turning to take in his form. You roamed his frame, armour jagged and sticking out, it looked awfully uncomfortable. His arms were splayed over themselves as he held his datapad, typing and deleting away. His legs were folded over, crisscrossed like a youngling. "You need to relax more," you chided, "There's a whole star system out there and you're too busy with your nose stuck in some dumb holopad."

"I've got the whole galaxy on this holopad, so I think I'll be fine. But thank you for your concern." his voice sounded robotic, but you knew that to just be normal. With a huff and puff, you swivelled to face him, posture similar to his. Without warning you pushed at his chest plates, using all your nonexistent strength to push the tall genius over.

"What are you doing?" he questioned, a smile hidden by his helmet. You refused to make eye contact with those yellow-tinted goggles and that dumb look on his face. Instead, you continued to push with all you might, hissing out a quick: "Trying to make you relax."

Tech took the moment to think about it, like he usually did with most things. Embracing this child-like nature you suddenly enthused, he fell back, allowing your weight to topple him onto the grass. His armour wounded his back, the pain only lasting a mere second before he broke out into a wide grin. "Ah yes, you were right, sitting on uneven ground is much more relaxing."

"Don't be a smartass, Tech." you teased, looking up at him. You frowned, eyes boring into the peepers of his helmet. He tilted his head to the best of his ability, confused by your slight hatred towards his gear, "What is it?" he fussed. His hands went to reach for his face, regretfully forgetting the barrier of hard plastic that blocked him. You swatted his hands away, placing a palm on each side of his face and silently asking him for permission.

Tech's hands reached up on top of your own, aiding you in the process of sliding his helmet off. Once the contraption was gone and thrown to the side like leftover vegetables, you beamed up at him, finger scraping along the peak of his cheekbone. "There, much better." you mused, mischief in your eyes. Tech returned with a slanted smile, forehead bumping with your own, "I suppose so,"

It remained quiet, the faint breathing coming from you and Tech seemed to be the only sound around for miles. The chirping had long since stopped, and so did the commotion on the Havoc Marauder, which could only mean everyone was back in their bunks; or spying on you and their genius brother, that was always a possibility.

"Isn't it beautiful out tonight, Tech?" you sighed, rolling next to him and gazing up at the inky black sky. Tech snaked an arm around your waist, his confidence soaring when you snuggled closer. He took his train of thought away from you, for once, and looked towards the stars. His eyes marvelled as he began rattling away about the constellations. The moment his mouth had opened he couldn't appear to stop, going into specifics about how a star is 'born', etc.

But it seemed at some point it had caught up to him, he cut himself off midsentence and huffed out a breath. You were just about to face him but he spoke up again, "It is rather relaxing, isn't it?" you smiled, a big, warm smile.

"See, we could do this every night if you weren't so invested in that holopad. Think of all the things you could miss out on."

He remained mute again, this time his attention purely on you. "Well, I definitely wouldn't want to miss out on this, now would I?" he spoke honestly. He began moving, causing you to move as a side effect, and faced you with hesitation in his eyes. "(Y/N), I- I don't want to be the clone with all the knowledge but no experience. I don't want to miss out on the things that will make me happy, make you happy." he began, mouth moving a mile a minute.

As he spoke, he leaned closer and closer towards you, eventually, you replicated. "I'd rather experience the galaxy with you, if you would have me?" his fingers tussled together, legs jittery as he prayed to the maker you would understand such a noble gesture.

"Are you implying you want to kiss me?"

"I'm implying much more than that," he placed a finger against his goggles, pushing them further up his nose to release some tension in his fingers. With a devious smirk adorning your lips, you booped your nose against his, enjoying the fuzzy pink tinting his cheeks. "I'd like that a lot," you whispered, the air between the two of you nonexistent.

"Well, that's a relief." he sighed with a nervous smile, eyes flicking down to your lips. He thought the action had gone unnoticed, but he was very wrong. You pushed your lips against his, surprised at how much softer they were than in your imagination. It took him by astonishment, eyes wide and mouth clearly occupied, he couldn't utter a single word.

Your hands wandered from the clumps of grass pulled from the ground and soothed their way up to his hair. Tech's palms hovered over your frame, too afraid to touch you in case he woke up and realised it was all a dream. But with the confirmation of you wanting this just as badly as he did, his fingers gripped the fibres of your clothes and bruised his lips against yours.

Pulling apart, your breaths came out in endless pants, eyes hazy but full of lust. "Do- do," you huffed out, regaining your breath, "Do you feel relaxed yet?" you teased. Tech smirked, a curt chuckle leaving his swollen lips, "Darling, I've never been more relaxed in my entire life than when I'm with you."

He dived back in without warning, tongue grazing the bottom of your lips. You released a squeal, a moan so high pitched only dogs could hear. The stars glistened above you, shining down on the newly formed couple. The dark shadows it cast hiding the watching brothers hidden in the entrance of their ship, proud smiles and low hoots emitting from them.

[milkytheholy1]

Coffee Run

Howdy, another Tech fic because I love him. Also, I'm probably not the first person that said it, but I totally called that no one could drive the ship unless they read like all the manuals and knew how to fix it, I totally said Tech would be the kinda guy to do that and I think it's pretty funny how it's kinda confirmed in the latest episode. Anyway, without further ado, the new fic. Enjoy!

Tech x GNReader

Star wars masterlist. Ultimate masterlist.

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You nudged your way through the great crowds of Coruscant, a cup of coffee in each hand, liquids sloshing around, barely protected by the flimsy plastic lid. You muttered quick apologies and quiet demands, squeezing through the bustling crowd just to get back to the Havoc.

You had stepped away for a brief break, after the boy's last mission, the ship had taken quite the beating, leaving only you and the resident genius, Tech, to fix it. You had been working on the exterior all morning, sweat brimming at your hairline and clamming up your palms. You had pulled away from the ship, searching the area for Tech to see if he too shared your current enthusiasm for a break.

When you did find him, legs splayed out from under some metallic trash, you almost tripped over him. Scrambling back to an awkward stance, Tech rolled out, helmet covering his face, most likely protecting it from the grease coating his body. He stared at you with what you could only imagine as a raised brow, slowly sitting up and using an old rag to clean his hands, "Done already?" he mused, although a hint of astoundment laced his voice.

"No," you chuckled, thumb rubbing the skin of your hand, "I was actually wondering if you wanted to take a break with me? I heard they sell a hell of a coffee in this cafe not too far from here." you proposed. Tech thought it over, eyes flicking back to the repairs he still needed to get through, although a coffee date with you did seem rather nice, but getting the ship off the ground was deemed more important.

"I'm afraid I'll have to decline, the ship needs significant work for it to even lift off of the ground. However, I wouldn't object to a coffee, if that's alright, of course?"

You shuffled around, wading from foot to foot, "Oh, erm, of course, I'll be, er, right back." you wobbled out, quickly turning away and cursing yourself for not being more forward. Tech shuffled back under the ship, shouting a lasting comment to you before you could completely disappear, "I already long for your return, my dear!" you rolled your eyes at his corniness, but that damn smile on your face grew in size at the notion.

So you had wandered down the narrow streets, searching for that coffee shop you had read on some billboard. Many patrons strolling past you, arms full of various fruits and rags, people from all life were here in this tiny market, getting along with their life just like you. A heavenly smell stopped you from going further, deciding to follow it, you were led to the very coffee shop you were hunting down. The line seemed short enough, only ten or so people waiting patiently for their drink, although you did note the tapping of heels against the ground and the miffed-off folded arms.

But you waited your turn like any other, standing in line like the good little soldier you were. Your thoughts moved from what coffee you'd get to the enhanced genius under the Havoc: what was he doing now? What was he thinking? Was he thinking of you?

Your cheeks bloomed at the thought, caught in a state of shame and embarrassment when recalling painful interactions with Tech. You had a schoolyard crush, a sweetheart, a clone that couldn't fall in love. Although, you had read once on Tech's holopad that some clones have found love, one going as far as to get married and raise a few kids. It surprised you for sure, assuming soldiers like that wouldn't be programmed for such emotion, but it did fill you will hope; a determination that you and Tech could work out.

"Hey, ya gonna move or what?" a gruff voice mumbled from behind you, turning to the tall Devorian you looked ahead and noted the line had gone significantly down. With a nervous laugh and your fingers rubbing your neck, you hummed a quick apology and took big steps until you could no longer. Your cheeks remained a bright scarlet, foolish to have been so in your own head about Tech and his non-existent feelings for you that you were ignoring your own surroundings.

"Howdy, welcome to Green Bean. What can I get you today?" the perky seller asked, a forced smile on her cheeks. You rubbed your chin, deep in thought again, although this time you were sure you wouldn't go into an existential crisis.

"C'mon! Some of us haven't got all day, ya know?" the same guy groaned, brows furrowed in frustration. You felt pressured, but you had waited your turn just like everyone else, and you weren't going to mess up this order even if your life depends on it. You ignored the moron's complaints and went back to thinking, opening your mouth then quickly closing it to frustrate the man behind you even more.

"C'mon all ready!" he yelled, yet you didn't yield, opening your mouth with your order on the cusp of your tongue, "Get outta the way!" you were suddenly shoved to the side, pushed to the ground like scum. Standing up, you patted the dry dirt off of your trousers and stepped back up to the cashier. You glared at the Devorian, poking his shoulder until he turned to you, "What?" he snarled.

"I do believe I was in front of you," your tone was light, juxtaposing the hatred in your eyes. The grouch rolled his eyes, baring his shoulder to you with a shrug, "Yeah, so? You ain't here now are ya?" he turned back to the cashier and began to order.

You coughed aloud, gaining his attention again, "Okay, sir, I don't think you heard me the last time so I'll say it slower. I was in front of you."

"Aha, you think ya a real wise guy, eh?"

"Smarter than your average bear, definitely smarter than you but then again, I don't think it's much of a competition when your muscles clog up your brain." you had been used to demeaning comments from Crosshairs before he...y'know, so you were quite good at coming up with snappy one-liners just like that.

The Devorian cracked his fingers, next moving to his wrists, if it took him this long to throw a punch you may as well lie down on the floor from boredom. He took a swing at you, but what this poor gentlemonster failed to know about you is that you've spent years training with one of the most successful and dangerous clone batches in history.

Grabbing his fist mid-air, you spun around and heaved him over your shoulder, watching as he fell onto his back with a pained groan; Wrecker had taught you that move. Dusting your hands off of his filth, you went back to the cashier and placed your order, smiling to yourself as the small crowd that had formed clapped and whistled for you.

The woman had easily made your coffees and left them for you to retrieve, just as your hands cupped them, the man from the floor stood, cracking his neck like an ape.

"Oh, it is on!" he roared, rushing at you. Your eyes widened, grip on the coffee tightening, "Add it to a tab, I'll pay for it later." you muttered to the cashier, not waiting for a reply as you dashed off back towards the ship. You could hear the thunderous pows of the Devorian chasing you, calling you through the crowds, hefty threats following after.

You were able to create a reasonable distance between you and the hound dog, but he was still on your tail no matter how many alleys you went down. You soon saw the saviour that was the Havoc and the pilot that would whisk you away. He was walking around the ship, observing his fine handy work, cleaning his hands free of dirt with the rag from earlier.

"Tech!" you screamed, getting closer to him. He turned to you, helmet still covering his face, "(Y/N)? Where have you been, I was worried something had happened to you." he stated, his gaze flicking between your anxious expression and the shaking coffees in your hands.

"You have a minute?" you hurried out, constantly flipping your head over your shoulder to check behind you.

"Hmm, what's up?" he hummed out, taking one coffee from your hand, lifting the lid to check the order, secretly thrilled he picked the right one.

"I have a problem," you huffed, eyes widening when you saw the large crowds departing in areas, no doubt your assailant catching up to you again.

"Well, now you have two," Tech mumbled, walking to the entrance of the Havoc, standing on the ramp when you responded.

"How's that?" you frowned, whipping your head over to him, slowly becoming disgusted with the idea that Tech won't help you.

"I'm not interested in your first problem." he smirked, yet it was hidden under his helmet so it hid his playfulness. However, when he saw your sunken expression, he went to quickly change his phrasing. Well, he would have if a giant brute the same size as Wrecker didn't just show up, pants coming out in harsh grunts, "I found you! Thought you could get away from me, I'm about to show you what it's like to have these muscles!"

"Ugh, he couldn't have come up with something a little better." Tech sighed, not panicking at all, unlike you. You had dived behind Tech, arm wrapped around one of his as you attempted to drag him into the ship..which...couldn't....fly.

Ugh, why do you do these things to yourself!

"Why are you not freaking out right now? He's literally running at us!" you screamed out, coffee dropping to the ground in fear. Tech rolled his eyes under his mask, coffee still held in one grip, he used the other hand to raise his blaster and stunned the violent alien. The Devorian fell to the ground with a puff of dirt encircling him, knocked out cold.

"W-what just happened?" you questioned, peeking out from over Tech's shoulder. Tech pocketed his blaster back in its rightful strap, using his now free hand to pull his helmet off, "Simple, I stunned him. I don't really think he had a battle plan."

"Or any plan at all,"

"Hmm, don't come to a blaster fight with a knife as they say," Tech mused, sipping his coffee, "Wow, you were right, this is rather good." he praised, taking another sip, after working all day this is truly what he needed.

"I wouldn't know," you huffed, now feeling bitter that you had gone through all the commotion and dropped your coffee without having a single taste. Tech mused the idea burning in his head, rolling the possibilities around, but the good seemed to outweigh the bad.

"C'mon," he gently tugged on your hand, pulling you off of the Havoc's ramp and around the Devorian's unconscious body.

"Where are we going? We have to keep repairing the ship,"

"I did it all while you were gone, and you haven't had the opportunity to try this coffee, gracious knows I'm not offering you mine."

"You're such a gentleman, Tech."

"Aha, anything for you, my dear, anything for you."

You and Tech had spent the rest of the day sipping coffee and just talking, well, Tech did most of the talking but you were happy to listen along. Look's like you got to have your coffee date after all, weird how things work.

[milkytheholy1]

A sitcom reality

A/N: Howdy everyone, today I offer you a new Tech fic...mayhaps even a series? I was very much inspired by Wandavision but the plot doesn't really fit with the show so you don't have to worry about that. Hope you enjoy and perhaps want more because I have some cool ideas for this series if it goes ahead!

Tech x Female reader

Star wars masterlist. Ultimate masterlist. Part 2.

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"These trousers are awfully loose," Tech muttered, pinching the fabric between his index finger and his thumb, the material bunching closer to his legs. You huffed out another sigh, growing irritated with his constant complaints throughout the entirety of the journey.

"You're only saying that because your blacks are skin-tight, it's a good thing to let your legs breath in a while." you offered a good point, one that Tech couldn't ignore even if he wanted to. Pointing his finger up as he opened his mouth to speak, very few words made it out, "Bantha got your tongue?" you mused with a smug grin lining your lips.

Tech shook his head, brows furrowing as he continued to pick apart his outfit, "I believe this shirt is too formal for where we're going, maybe I should go find another one in that box Cid provided us with." He stood quickly, ready to scamper away to the depths of the small ship you were given. Sticking your arm out against his hips, you stopped him, "Ease up, soldier, you look fine, now sit down and prepare for landing."

At your command, Tech sat back in his chair with a few mumbles of his own before complying and helping you land the ship. Once you got closer to the planet, it's beauty radiated tenfold, the deep blues of the oceans and bright greens of the grasslands told you this planet would be fun. Tech had obviously ran a quick diagnosis of the planet the moment it was mentioned where you two would be jetted off to, his reports telling him the planet was mostly harmless and less advanced than other parts of the galaxy.

You had landed in a wooded area close to a small little town, per Cid's orders. The sky was blue, the grass was green what more could you want? Grabbing some bags and other equipment with you, Tech led the way to the exit of the ship with a datapad in hand, "What's this planet called again?" you asked, awestruck by the sights surrounding the outer fields of the forest.

"Earth, their tongue is similar to our own in this particular region so there is no need to learn the language." Tech began to ramble, telling you in great detail about all the tribes of people that lived all over the planet, each having their own time zones and settings. You had tracked for a few minutes, finally reaching the border of the forest and finding a thin dirt path that flooded into the town.

"What a quaint little town," you hummed, following Tech as he walked past shop windows humming in agreement. His face was stuck in his datapad, glasses dipping down his nose when he bent his neck too far. You continued to gaze into the big windows as you walked down the main street, trusting Tech to get you to the right place. Clothes, food and all sorts of material shimmered and shined in the window displays, you couldn't wait to investigate this planet even more.

"Wow, there's so much stuff here. We definitely have to look around at some point," you told Tech, jogging to catch up with him, seemingly in your distracted state you had slowed down a bit. Tech flicked his gaze to the storefronts, only nodding his head, "Yes, but only after we complete the mission."

Oh right, the mission. Cid had got a message from an unknown source saying they were looking for a missing person, their men had tracked them to this planet but needed someone with a more delicate touch to find them. Of course, Cid took the hefty payment and sent you and Tech to follow the case, apparently you were, in her words, "The only two people to mess up the least."

"This way, our accommodation should be down this street." Tech sauntered away, "Why can't you just say house?" you sighed, but it was more out of humour than it was to discourage him. With your eyes drawn to your feet on the ground, you collided against Tech's back, knocking him a few steps forward, "Oops, sorry." you grinned nervously.

Tech thought nothing of it, smiling down towards you and signalling you were at your destination, "No worries, (Y/N). Besides, it appears we have made it to our accom- er, house." you wanted to laugh but held back from doing so, a noticeable giggle falling from your lips instead.

Tech walked up to the front door, producing a key from his back pocket and opening the pinewood wide enough for you to both fit through. The house was small but a perfect size for the two of you, a spacious kitchen and an open floor plan living room, the bedroom was upstairs with an ensuite bathroom. You both marvelled at the spectacle, Tech suddenly shook himself from his trance and took the bags from your hands, "This will do," he mumbled out.

You shut the door behind you, heels clicking against the wooden floor of the living room and echoing across the checkered tiles of the kitchen, "It's beautiful," you awed. Tech was moving around you, pulling only the important bags onto the marbled counter to get the right equipment out, "Yes, it is definitely nicer than any places we have stayed in before."

"How long do we get to stay here for again?" you questioned, opening the fridge to see nothing inside, what a surprise. Tech continued to rummage around the bag, "Until we find the person that unknown source is looking for, or at the very least more information on their whereabouts if we are unable to locate them on this planet."

"Well we may need to go get some supplies, this place aside from some furniture, is completely empty." you huffed, already feeling the dull rumbles of your stomach shake, you hadn't eaten since last night at Cid's bar and even then it was just some Mantel Mix Omega kindly shared with you. Tech nodded in agreement, "I understand, once I've set up this comm link and connected it to the Havock's comm channel we can go and venture for supplies."

"Well what should I do while I wait?" you inquired, leaning against the counters after opening up every single cupboard door. Tech pointed over his shoulder to the packed bags, "Perhaps you could make a start on unpacking, there's no point taking clothes from them when we've been provided with superior storage options."

You dragged the handles of two bags up the stairs with you, the sound of each one banging against the wooden floorboards, "Do you require assistance?" Tech asked, only being able to see your legs from where he was stood in the kitchen. You shook your head, muttering 'dumb' under your breath, "No, I got it, thanks though!"

If you were impressed by the downstairs then you were blown away by the upstairs. Carpets led the way to the bedroom, the walls a soft baby blue and the furniture handcrafted it appeared. You slung the bags onto the bed, watching as the mattress shook, it gave you an idea. Turning around with your back facing the bed, you slipped off your heels and threw yourself backwards. Your fall was soft, heavenly even, you felt your muscles sink into the mattress, sounds of joy and comfort emitting into the air and around the house.

"Are you alright, (Y/N) what's going on in here?" Tech's body came around the corner, his side perched against the door frame as he watched you lay contently across the bed, "What are you doing?" he quirked a brow at you. You turned your head to face him, arms waving against the bedding like you were making a snow angel, "Tech! You have to sit on this mattress, it's amazing!"

The genius shrugged his shoulders and approached you, gently laughing as your skirt fanned around your legs, revealing more of your thighs; a light blush blooming on his cheeks. He didn't have very high expectations for the mattress, knowing it would be better than sleeping in the bunks back on the Muarder for sure. The moment his ass made contact with the soft material and his feet were lifted from the air, Tech allowed himself those few moments to relax and envy how wrong he was.

He eventually leaned back, more so from force than anything else, his head bumped against the top of yours, a weak 'sorry' escaping his lips. He heard you giggle in response, "See? Didn't I tell you this thing was amazing!"

"You were right, I feel like I'm sinking...but in a- in a good way." he paused, feeling his eyes close shut, maybe this mission wouldn't be so bad if he got to sleep here every night. He felt the mattress lighten, sitting up he noted you had moved to the spacious bathroom, "I know I've already said this, but: THIS PLACE IS AMAZING!"

Tech couldn't help the hearty chuckle, the vibrations reverberating in his chest, "I've calculated that you've said that over three times in the span of twenty minutes."

"And every single one was worthy," you beamed coming back into the bedroom, you zipped open the bag and began to unpack your belongings, leaving Tech to do his own. You had known the batch for a while now, officially meeting them on Kamino many moons ago, so you knew Tech had a very particular way of arranging his belongings; it was best you didn't interrupt.

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With clothes and other personal belongings set aside, you ventured back downstairs to the kitchen and saw what Tech had been working on. He waltzed over to it, messing with a few final things before turning it on. The machine buzzed a low hum, a small blinking light indicating it was transmitting, "Now we just have to wait for the others to receive the signal." Tech lectured.

You left him to it, instead opting to write down some things you'd need while you went to get supplies. One thing was for sure, you had to make sure you blended in with the crowd, sure you looked the part, but could you really talk the talk and walk the walk; you prayed to the force that you could. With little knowledge of what this planet supplied, coming up with basic ideas was all you could do, "Food, drinks, sanitation...What else am I missing?" you mumbled to yourself, the pen dancing around your fingers pushed against your lips.

Tech watched you from his place by the counter, his main attention was initially on the comm device but he couldn't help but be drawn to you. The way you so effortlessly looked beautiful doing anything, it drove the poor intellect crazy, mad with unacquainted love. The moment you looked up and caught his gaze, Tech forced his eyes away from you and back onto the comm device; cheeks steaming with embarrassment.

"Tech, (Y/N)...come in? Do you *static* read me? Hello?" It was Hunter, his smokiness barely detectable over all the static. Tech jutted forward, pressing a button on the side as he spoke, "Yes, Hunter, it's Tech, we hear you. We've successfully landed on Earth and have set up camp."

"Camp? I thought Cid said you were staying in a house?" Hunter questioned hushed whispers from the others muted in the background. You jumped forward, hip bashing against Tech's side as you pushed his finger against the button, "That's what he means, we're actually just about to go out and get some basic supplies."

"Very well, just don't get distracted. Stay on mission, got it? We could get paid big for this one."

You looked to Tech from the corner of your eye, "I'm hurt, Hunter. You know me and Tech would never get distracted." He only huffed in response, the microphone cutting out as he did. Tech hadn't said a word since you so ungracefully silenced him, his finger still tight in your grip as you held his finger against the comm. He could feel his whole body shake the moment your skin touched his, he wanted to chase this feeling.

The comm went quiet, notably, Hunter had ended the call and went back to whatever they were doing at Cid's bar. You backed away from Tech, resuming your list before ultimately giving up and grabbing your purse. Before you left, you and Tech had been kitted out with everything you needed to blend in with this planet's population, and if that meant paper with weird words on it then so be it. Moving to the front door, skirt swaying above your ankles as you went.

Tech continued to watch you go, only blinking back into existence when you summoned him over, "C'mon, let's get some grub, I'm starving." your stomach roaring to punctuate your point further. Tech nodded his head and turned the comms off with one swift spin, he walked with hurried steps over to you and pulled the door wide open.

"After you," he hummed with a smile, you thanked him quietly and left, heels clicking against the concrete pathway that led from your house to the street. The sky was bright and the sun was comfortable, luckily the skirt allowed heat to escape quite easily. Tech joined by your side, hooping your arms together and taking lead down the street, the golden bands wrapped around both of your fingers shining in the sun.

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Part 2?

[milkytheholy1]

Sitcom Reality: Part 2

Star wars masterlist. Ultimate masterlist. Part 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You swiped up as many bags as you could, knowing if Wrecker were here he could probably carry all of them in just one hand. Tech took up the others, looking as though the weight of all the frozen meat you brought meant nothing to him, and it probably didn't to be fair. There were many times you had walked around the ship to see Tech handling repairs, lifting large pieces of sheet metal, heavy engines, it amazed you to no end; especially when he looked like a twig.

You emerged back out into the sunny heat, feeling the sun's warmth burn away all the goosebumps, "Feeling better now, dear?" Tech asked, giving you a side-glance. You hummed in delight, but the tiredness in your arms dawned on you quite suddenly, you picked up your pace, quickly overtaking Tech with ease.

"C'mon, this stuff isn't going to get home by itself." you huffed out, determination running through your blood. Tech sent you a quizzical look, of which you couldn't see, but carried on by your side.

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You had made it home without any more trouble, like clockwork, Tech had unlocked the door and you had immediately unloaded all the shopping then proceeded to collapse against the plush couches. Tech stood in front of you with his arms folded over his chest, "I hope you don't plan on staying there while I put away the shopping, some assistance would be nice."

His tone left no room to discuss or argue, with an outstretched hand, Tech heaved you up from the couch and led you back into the kitchen where the shopping bags looked significantly deflated. One by one you emptied the bags and found the right places for them in the kitchen, with supplies like this and years of using rations this stuff could last you months!

A sweet sound flowed through the house, coming from the front door, Tech left you to it to see what the tune was about. Through the glass embedded into the door, Tech could see the giddy smiles of another couple waving at him. He opened the door with caution, unsure who and what their motives were.

"Howdy neighbour, glad to finally meet you!" the woman beamed, grabbing at one of Tech's hands and bringing it into a firm handshake; he felt his whole arm be put into motion. Pulling back, the man beside the lady stepped forward and did the same, albeit with a tighter grip, "Pleasure to meet you, son."

"Son? I'm afraid you must be confused, I do not have a father, I'm a combination of DNA from Jango-"

"Well who's this, dear?" you cut Tech off before he could ultimately unveil your true identities. You heard the commotion from the kitchen and decided to save your sweet husband from whatever it was that he got himself into. The woman looked you up and down, her smile getting even larger if that were possible, "I'm (Y/N)," you grinned back. The lady wrapped her arms around you, practically dragging you from your doorstep into a hug, "Charmed, I'm Monica and this is my husband Ralph."

"Afternoon," he hummed, nodding his head towards you. The couple looked expectantly at Tech, the air going awkwardly quiet. You jabbed an elbow into Tech's side discreetly, jumping him into action, "Oh, I'm, erm, Tech."

"Tech, why that's such a bizarre name?" Monica gasped, holding a palm to hide her open mouth. You and Tech began to panic, your only saviour was a quick throwaway line, "It's foreign!" The couple stood in silence processing the new information, but they soon erupted into fits of laughter, "Foreign, how swell, I should've known with that accent of yours. Welcome to our country." Monica clarified, coming across as a bit more offensive than she maybe intended to.

Tech seemed uncomfortable with the situation so you decided to take over, "So how can we help you, neighbour?" the word sounded alien in your mouth. Monica shook her head with a light giggle, "Oh don't be silly and tell me you've already forgotten."

You turned your head to Tech to gauge his reaction but he seemed equally as confused as you were, "Forgotten what, exactly?" you asked, becoming nervous. "Why the BBQ, of course." Ralph spoke, as though it was common knowledge, "BBQ?" Tech questioned, his head tilting.

"Yes, we left a message on your answering machine this morning, everyone knows everyone here, silly goose." Monica laughed, hands clutching the tiny purse she carried. You opened the door wider, and waved them in with your hand, "Oooh that BBQ, yes, I know what you mean now."

"You do?" Tech whispered to you over your shoulder, you shook your head "No." you huffed out. "Right this way," you lead them to the outside garden, glaring daggers at Tech who remained in the kitchen. Now you knew what that beeping machine was, life support system my ass you groaned mentally.

Leaving the duo to marvel at your cut grass, you waddled back to Tech and shoved him to the front door, "What are you doing?"

"You need to go back to that supply place and get us stuff for this BBQ!"

"I don't even know what a BBQ is, how am I meant to get the right things for it?"

"I don't know, you're smart you'll figure something out." you groaned, waving your hands in front of you, a very Tech thing to do.

"What will you do while I'm gone?"

"I'll entertain our guests, just don't be long, I don't want to blow our cover. For all we know this could be a test to see if we fit in and we need to pass if we want to continue our mission!"

"Then it is imperative that I return with the correct supplies for a...BBQ, I already know you hate their company so I promise to be back in ample time." Tech hummed, stepping foot outside the door.

"How'd you know I already hate them?" you mused, leaning against the pine. Tech turned back around with a smirk of his own, "I've known you since the early years of the clone wars all the way to the fall of Kamino, I like to think I know how you act during those years spent together."

"It has been a while, hasn't it?"

"Hmm, be good." Tech hummed, spontaneously leaning closer to you and pressing a light kiss on your cheek. Your skin immediately blossomed a bright pink, only a shade lighter than Tech's. He turned back around and essentially sprinted to the grocery store, trying deep down to ignore the burning feeling in his heart and on his skin.

"Aw, you guys are so cute, like two peaches in a cherry tree." Monica teased, hands clasped together as she let out another loving sigh. You jumped at her presence, shutting the door until the light grew dull and faced her with your own forced smile.

"We've just known each other for a long time, is all."

"Must be destined to be together then." Monica grinned, wandering back into the garden to join her own husband. You stood there watching her leave, her comment swirling around your head, "Yeah, destined.." you whispered out.