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Year posted - 2021
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"Excuse the fuck outta me, but how do you know about that!?" (Y/n) asked Tech, who had just mentioned something she loved, but never talked about. "Uh you mentioned it before?" He tried. "I sure as shit did not mention it ever, that's a secret I indulge in strictly on my phone." She thought to herself for a moment while the young God attempted to back out of the room subtly. "You little shit, you've been tracking my activity on my phone haven't you!?" (Y/n) accused, the look of being caught red handed washing over Techs face. "What else have you been doing on my phone?" (Y/n) hissed at him, suddenly wondering if the feeling of being watched lately was because of him. "W-well I um." He stammered over his words, confirming her suspicion. "You mother fucker!" (Y/n) yelled before straight throwing her phone at him as hard as she could. Tech was quick to doge it however, resulting in the delicate piece of technology to smash when it slammed into the wall. "Asshole!" (Y/n) hissed before storming out of the room, leaving Tech standing there feeling guilty.
Requested by: Anonymous
Wordcount: 1745
Summary: Tech-Boy finds it hard to tell you how he feels. It’s a good thing you’re a master of communication.
Notes: Language. It is Techboy after all.
Technology is meant to be cold. It’s meant to be used for your purposes and then upgraded, and then thrown away. It wasn’t supposed to develop any sort of feeling. It’s representation as one of the ‘New Gods’ wasn’t like the others, who things were sacrificed to in order to incite favor. It was just supposed to work. And so it did for many, many years. Doing the thing that it was just supposed to do - until Mr. World had come into play, and stirred things up. And you. You had been the last thing that the Technical Boy had expected to come into his life and shake it like James Bond’s martini.
One of the New Gods yourself, you were on the fence about the war, having friends on both sides. Tech-Boy had been sent to try to lure you over onto his side. The winning side, he had promised. And with that charming tongue, he enticed you and you moved from neutral onto the new side, but preferred the sidelines because all of this violence and taunting was not your style.
It was his, so he did it on behalf of both of you.
“Irrelevant, medieval,” He ranted as you sat on your couch, sipping at a glass of wine. He had been turned down again by one of the other Gods, and turned to you in order to bitch about it. You didn’t speak, knowing that it was much better to let him get it out of his system. Shadow Moon - Wednesday - Bilquis. He would talk about all of them while you listened. He didn’t need advice. He wouldn’t have welcomed it, not even from you. He knew best.
He managed to get most of it out of his system, and then collapsed next to you on the couch. He brought his vape out of his pocket, and took a puff. It exuded a smoke that smelled of watermelon. Your favorite. You lightly tapped against his knees in a morse code pattern, telling him that everything was going to be okay.
“What in the fuck are they doing to me? Sending me as their errand boy,” He said, leaning his head back, exposing his long neck. “If I didn’t have you, I’d fucking explode.”
That wasn’t altogether new, but it was an unexpected compliment from him.
“All I do is listen,” You said, making little circles over his knees now. Communication was your talent, your gift to the world - made more prevalent by the psychiatrists of the last century and a half who found new ways of doing it. Body language. Different types of love languages. You even worked with technology on many things - morse code, binary. Media was your sister in many ways, and combined you created social media. That was the thing about Gods - they could merge. They became many things over time. Developed new skills as humanity became more and more creative about what they wanted and what they needed. “You’re more skilled than you realize. You’ve brought me and others onto your side. You just need to ... find the right language.”
He looked over at you, and seemed to evaluate what working with you on this would bring him. And then he nodded, agreeing with you. He paced around the couch and then settled down beside you, pulling his bony knees up to sit cross-legged. Such a Tech-Boy thing to do. He had troubles sitting still. He always felt the need to evolve. To be better. Restlessness was his demon.
“I-” He started. You turned your head to look at him, eye to eye. Whatever he was going to say didn’t come out. He looked like he had lost his nerve. You tilted your head to the side, patiently waiting for him to continue with it. “I...”
He’d never lost his words like this before. Been interrupted and stopped speaking, sure. But when all was silent, he always managed to fill it, even if it wasn’t in the most eloquent way. He was probably about as elegant as a gigantic elephant, stomping around, but instead of loud footsteps, he had his foul language. Not your greatest achievement in language.
“I appreciate it,” He finally managed to say. You nodded, and finished off your glass of wine, setting the goblet onto the table, and stretched out, your legs going over his body. It was hardly the first time. In fact, you were the only person that he allowed to get so close like this. His arm settled on top of your leg, and he had his thinking expression on. There was always something going on behind those dark eyes of his. And it was rare that he stuttered like that. Below his dignity, you would have thought.
“You seem like you want to say something else,” You said, speaking aloud what you were picking up on. He was tense. He was stressed quite a bit, but rarely tense. Of course you were going to notice. And of course you were going to grow worried. “What is it?”
“Fuck,” He said, rubbing the space between his eyes, breaking off the contact. That alone told you something. It was something about you. He was having trouble saying it.
“Just say it, boy,” You said, nudging him in the stomach with your knee. He held your leg down now, so you wouldn’t be able to do it again. He was stronger than those little twig arms would have you believe.
“I really fucking hate it when you call me that,” He said, glaring at you then looked away quickly. You sighed, and started to massage your own neck.
“Well, we’re going to be joining the old Gods by the time that you finally say whatever it is,” You spoke a bit dramatically. But that was what it was going to take. He was worrying you. But if you showed that to him, he would just revoke whatever it was. He wouldn’t say it. He’d go on ranting so he would seem normal again.
“I never speak properly to you,” He said, like this was some sort of revelation.
“What do you mean?”
“All I do is talk about this fucking war, how annoying media is, how much I hate Shadow...”
“Well, yes, but those are big parts of your life, our lives right now,” You said, reaching over and putting a hand on his shoulder. “Though you do seem really focused on Shadow Moon for some reason. You would feel a lot better if you just left that to Mr. World. You aren’t the only soldier in his army, after all.”
“Fucking right I’m not,” He grumbled.
His hands started to rub at your leg. It didn’t seem like he knew that he was doing it. His fingers made any tension that you were holding under your skin disappear. You weren’t about to start complaining. You smiled lazily, and moaned through your nose, enjoying it. He kept his eyes on you, watching you. “I need to tell you something,” He said, emphasizing the word need. You nodded, and decided to wait patiently this time. Clearly the pressure of earlier hadn’t worked.
He started to look like a fish that had been taken out of water. Or like a child in a school choir who forgot the words and was miming singing. “A little to the left,” You whispered, and his hands moved of their own volition, getting the sweet spot.
The room was preternaturally quiet. You did not keep clocks around in your house, so there wasn’t even the sound of one ticking.
“I -” He started, but then failed again. “Why do you have to make communicating so fucking hard sometimes? Isn’t it your job to make it easy?”
“I’m not trying to make it hard for you,” You said, watching him struggle. It hurt you a bit to see him that way. “Is there any other way that you could tell me?”
“What do you think I’m fucking doing here?” He asked. You pursed your lips and looked over all that he was doing. You took in all of those visual cues to try to understand what he was getting at. When it hit you, it hit you fast and by surprise. You hadn’t been expecting this message, let alone for it to be so loud and clear.
“And yet you still cannot say it?” You teased. It might have been malicious, he certainly thought that it was, but he smirked and looked away from you, focusing his attentions on the table.
“I ... love wine., He picked up your abandoned glass. There were still a few drops, clinging onto the bottom. Not enough to swirl but he attempted it anyway. You laughed lightly, and shook your head. Well, some people were better at other forms of commuication than others. Tech-Boys wasn’t verbal, as was becoming abundantly clear. But it was physical.
“Silly boy,” You said, moving in closer to him.
“Don’t fuckin-” He was going to complain about you calling him that once again, but you stopped him with a bit of physical communication of your own. A kiss, put on his lips from yours. It was enough to make him shut up for a moment. Right in the middle of a swear too, which was no small feat.
He kissed back with a hunger that had been growing in his stomach for weeks. It had started off with a small craving, like one that he got whenever he discovered a new drug out there. But then when he had tried to brush it off, wipe it out of his mind, focus on work, it grew and it grew. It became so large, that he didn’t even have the room to develop the words to make it happen. His body went on autopilot, doing the work for him.
There were sparks flying during this kiss - both literally and figuratively. Little bits of electricity shocked the skin of both of you, until it became almost too much to bear and you pulled away, giggling at all of these sensations.
“Are you always this premature, or am I just lucky?” You asked.
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Year posted - 2021
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"Well why don't you try convincing Shadow to join our cause." Mr. World suggested as he turned to (Y/n), who sat beside her boyfriend the Technical Boy. "Considering how much he likes you." World added casually, his words causing Tech to look up from his phone. "What's that supposed to mean?" Tech asked in an accusing tone, his attention solely on World, who simply smiled at the younger God. "Didn't you know, Shadow has quite the crush on your girlfriend." Media cut in with a laugh, Techs eyes glaring them down. "What the fuck." He practically hissed, before looking to (Y/n). "Don't worry babe, he's not my type. I prefer God's, not demigod wanna bes." (Y/n) assured her boyfriend before placing a kiss against his cheek, only calming his nerves a little. "I'm gonna kill him." Tech hissed, making (Y/n) giggle. "Awe babe." She cooed as she leaned into his side, a smile spreading across her face when he subconsciously pulled her further into his grasp. "You are not going anywhere near Shadow." Tech murmured under his breath, his jealous temper making her feel rather special.
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Year posted - 2021
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Tech froze in what he was saying, his face scrunching up a little. (Y/n) watching with confused eyes, realization dawning on her when he sneezed rather aggressively, his body going all pixely for a moment before going back to normal. "Oh my fuck, that was adorable." (Y/n) giggled as she smiled at Tech, who frowned at her a little. "Shush." He sassed with a pout, making (Y/n) snicker at him as she pulled him into a hug. "I'm serious babe, that was adorable." (Y/n) cooed before placing a kiss onto his cheek, a small smile tugging at the young gods lips despite his desire to remain grumpy. "You're so cute." She hummed a she nuzzled into his neck, finally making a proper smile stretch across his face. "So are you." Tech whispered softly as he wrapped his arms around her body.
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*I haven't actually gotten far enough into the show to see what is actually happening in the gif. He might be sneezing idk, but if he is sneezing it's adorable.
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Year posted - 2021
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He knew something was off with you, he'd known for a while now, but he couldn't figure out what it was. And when he found out you had an upcoming doctor's appointment, he was determined to go with you, convincing you with a bribe of your favorite sweets. He knew deep down you were nervous about going by yourself anyways, but he also knew just how stubborn you can be. Tech also insisted to take his limo to the appointment, teasing you by saying your driving genuinely scares him. You honestly hated the looks of passerby's when you arrived at the hospital, but you shrugged it off and led the way into the hospital, taking ahold of Techs hand out of nervousness. He didn't mind though, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze as you neared the front desk.
"I've got an appointment with Doctor Langley." (Y/n) said when the woman at the desk acknowledged her. "Name and date of birth?" The nurse asked as she began typing away on her computer. "(Full name) (Birthday)." (Y/n) answered without hesitation. "Alrighty they'll call for you when their ready." The nurse smiled, and (Y/n) mirrored it as she muttered a thanks. "I'm sure everything's gonna be okay." Tech assured as they took their seat, passing his Nintendo Switch to her to distract her racing mind. "I really hope you're right." (Y/n) murmured as she switched it to her profile, a small smile tugging at her lips as she thought about how Tech always makes an extra account just for her on all his devices. His left hand remained on her thigh, his thumb rubbing against her jeans reassuringly. While he played on his phone with his right hand. The both of them subconsciously trying to distract themselves from their nerves, trying to reassure themselves that everything will be okay. As they were twenty minutes early, they were stuck sitting in the waiting room for a while. "(Y/n)." Another nurse called out, smiling at the young couple as they rushed to follow after her. "The doctor will come by in a little while." The nurse explained after taking (Y/n)'s vitals, and confirming her contact information.
(Y/n) went back to playing on Techs switch, every so often chatting with him about the game she was invested in. A laugh emitting from her chest at a joke Tech made just as the doctor entered. "Glad to see you're in such high spirits." Doctor Langley mused as he closed the door behind himself, "Hey Doc." (Y/n) waved as she passed the switch off to Tech, who slid it into his hoodie pocket. "Well we're going to run a few tests based on the symptoms you told us about." Doctor Langley smiled softly as he spoke, going over her symptoms once more to ensure they had the correct information. The entire time Tech sat there nervously bouncing his knee, chewing on his bottom lip. After a little while the doctor left (Y/n) to change into her gown, something Tech insisted on helping with. "Your hands are shaking." (Y/n) pointed out as Tech tied off the back of the gown. "I know." He muttered softly, his throat tight as his nerves ate away at him. "I'm sorry." Tech added as he turned her around to face him, holding her face between his hands, he smiled at her reassuringly. "Everything's gonna be okay." He whispered, sounding more like he was trying to reassure himself more than her. "Okay." (Y/n) smiled softly, a giggle passing her lips when Tech planted a kiss on her cheek.
Hours went by, test after test. Endless waiting in the room, and fresh pizza when the sun went down, Tech having ordered it without (Y/n) even asking. "You know me so well." (Y/n) mused as she grabbed another slice of pizza, sitting cross legged on the patient bed, while Tech sat at the end of the bed. "I might know you better than you know yourself." Tech taunted playfully after he finished off his slice of pizza. "Probably." (Y/n) agreed with a laugh, the sound bringing a smile to Techs face as he filed away the image of her smiling and so carefree into his memory bank. "Miss (Y/n)." The doctor called out as he knocked on the door, entering a moment afterwards. "Your results came back... Is it alright if we talk in font of your friend?" Doctor Langley asked. "He's my best friend, yeah we can talk in front of him... I think I need him here anyways." (Y/n) assured the doctor, while Tech quickly sat the pizza box aside, taking a seat beside (Y/n) before the doctor told them her results.
"(Y/n) this is never an easy thing to say..." The doctor started before he cleared his throat. His words making (Y/n) and Techs nerves come flooding back. "I'm afraid that you have stage four lung cancer..." The doctor let the news sink in for a moment, Techs hold on (Y/n)'s hand tightening. "What options do we have?" (Y/n) asked with a shaky voice. "Well the only option we have right now is radiation... But it's not guaranteed to work..." The doctor continued to explain how bad the cancer is, and what (Y/n) should expect in the next coming weeks. All the while Tech sat beside her, but he'd zoned out as soon as the news left the doctors lips. He'd been thinking about what he could do to fix this, if he could fix this. "Tech." (Y/n) murmured as she nudged his shoulder with her hand. "What?" He frowned in confusion, noticing that the doctor was now gone, and (Y/n) had changed back into her normal clothes. "Come on, it's time to go." (Y/n) gave him a sad smile as she pulled him to his feet, holding both of his hand in hers.
A month has gone by, and (Y/n)'s changed drastically over the weeks. Her hair had been shaved off when it began falling out from the radiation. She had also lost a significant amount of weight from not being able to keep food down, another brutal side effect of the radiation. Tech hated it so so much, his heart breaking more and more with each passing day. His anger boiling more and more, as every attempt to find someone that can fix her failed. "Tech, what's wrong?" (Y/n) asked as she sat beside him, resting her head on his shoulder, practically feeling his anger coming off of him in waves. "No one is willing to help you... Because of me." He admitted through clenched teeth. "What do you mean?" (Y/n) asked with confusion. "They don't like me, so their going to let you die... They could save you, but they won't because they hate me." He vented. "Tech... I appreciate you trying to save me... But I've come to terms with this, whatever happens, happens." (Y/n) admitted softly, her words crushing his heart, his eyes glossing over as he whipped around to look into her eyes. "Don't say that, you can't die... I can't lose you." He whispered angrily, taking a hold of her face.
"I cannot lose you... I love you and I refuse to let you go." Tech admitted sincerely, a single tear escaping his eye. "Tech." (Y/n) whispered softly, holding her tongue when he shushed her. "Don't say anything... I'm going to fix this... Even if I have to go to Mr. World for help." He promised with a shaky voice, having been avoiding World because of his cruel nature. He leaned forward and kissed her lips gently, pulling away before (Y/n) even had a chance to kiss back. "I'll be back later." Tech promised before leaving (Y/n)'s apartment, making his way to meet up with Mr. World. Something he was incredibly nervous about, because he knew World was going to ask for a heavy price for this favor. But he didn't care anymore, he was not going to loose you. Not now, not ever. Whatever the price would be, he'd pay it. Because if anyone could ensure (Y/n)'s survival, it would be Mr. World, even if he had to force someone else to heal her, he could get it done.
Imagine breaking Tech-Boy out of New Gods’ Headquarters.
It was not easy to get into the headquarters of the New Gods, especially since you weren’t invited, which one of the faceless people, wearing one of it’s generic disguises, picked up on immediately when you tried to enter the building. You took care of that pretty quick. A little shot from your gun and it dissolved into pixels. But then there was more. And more.
At least Mr World wasn’t around, probably off hunting Wednesday, as he did, or rather getting some poor soul to do it for you. You didn’t care who won the war - just as long as you were left alone after all was said and done. You - and Tech.
You finally found him, lying still in the basement, with one of his weird contraptions over his head. No, not still. His fingers were tapping at the device, despite not being able to see it. “Tech?” You asked, lightly putting your hand on his shoulder. He didn’t react at all. He just kept going.
Then suddenly, the device seemed to break down, collapse upon itself, and you were able to see his familiar face, the blonde hair, the blue eyes, the tooth gap that you told him he must never change. It was so reassuring to see it that you almost actually cried out ‘thank God’ but stopped yourself lest one of them actually heard you.
“Y/N?” He asked, sitting up, looking surprised to see you, which made you stop and roll your eyes. As if you wouldn’t come and save his ass any day of the week. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Getting you the fuck outta dodge, what do you think? And now that you’re out of your powernap, can we get moving? My car is gonna get towed if we don’t hurry.”
“Fuck,” Tech-Boy said, getting up and grabbed hold of your hand, pulling you in for a kiss which you returned eagerly. And quickly. Because you weren’t lying. You were on the clock.
“Fuck is right,” You said, pulling back and took his hand. “Now let’s fucking GO.”
