The Perfect Ending :)

The Professor's Crush

Follow up to this wee story. Might be more installments. Do not know.

No content warnings (for now!)

Word Count: 1.2k

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Looking after Omega on missions didn’t last long. The Marauder doesn’t need the extra weight, Hunter said. Our missions are very dangerous, Tech added. We cannot in good conscious put an untrained individual in such circumstances.

Little Omega still went every time because even a skinny maybe-teenager was tougher than a university professor who’d spent with her nose in books and art. With nowhere to go and no one to go to, the Trandoshan woman who seemed to be their employer took you in, allowing you to work as a bartender and waitress in her cantina and provide a place to sleep.

Since she was doing a favor, you’d agreed to work for tips rather than a wage. However, Cid was very skilled at keeping tabs and quickly accounted the debt for her hospitality. Half of the tips were taken for what she called your upkeep, which was a narrow, threadbare cot in a supply closet and a meager, self-cooking dehydrated meal twice a day.

When they were around, one or two of the boys would often ask to join the daily stroll and insist on sampling snacks together from this or that place, giving a reprieve from Cid and the cantina. It was obvious they were living hand to mouth as well and you were so grateful for what they were able to share.

In these walks, their varied personalities slowly became known.

Hunter was usually exuded a mix of annoyance and concern while pointing out what was a potential danger and how to avoid it. Wrecker and Omega always joined together and were excited about everything. Tech shared facts about things and species encountered along the way. He was extremely helpful in acclimating to Ord Mantell and never seemed to mind your questions, often appearing eager to answer and engage in a discussion. Surprisingly, you and Tech were becoming friends.

Echo spoke quietly. He’d ask about your work at the university or the books you’d written and the art you’d made. You’d steer him to something interesting that had been discovered or something you found unexpectedly beautiful in this harsh place.

His presence was the most comforting and, as time went on, the time together felt more like dates even though it was simply friends out for a walk. That thought was pushed out of mind every time it swam up, which was becoming more frequent. Still, your gaze lingered along the curves of his face and plush lips and eyes that felt like an endless, warm lake.

You wanted so badly to ask what had happened to give him robotic limbs and the rivets. But his wide golden-brown eyes often looked so morose, and you couldn’t bear the thought of asking him to relive it just to indulge curiosity.

You were falling - had fallen - for Echo.

*

“How about a bet?”

The man smiled lasciviously while shuffling cards, eyes sliding down the embarrassingly low-cut neckline of your halter top. Business had been slow in the cantina today and tips were so few that after Cid took her cut, you may as well be left with nothing. Flirting usually got a few extra credits out of guys like this.

“Hmm,” you mused, dropping your elbows to the bar and leaning forward to give him a good look, pretending to consider the proposal. “What do I get if I win?”

“Every credit I have on me,” he said.

“Which is only enough for half a carton of Martell Mix, I’m sure.”

“A lot more than that, girlie,” he grinned, reaching out to run a finger along your bare shoulder. “And if I win—"

“Her shift is over. I’ll take it from here,” Cid interrupted. How could such a lumbering person sneak up so quietly? “If you’re looking for a card game and a bet, I’ll take you up on that.”

The man’s jaw clenched, narrowed eyes flicking over to skate up and down your form. He slammed credits on the bar and left, grumbling.

“Cid, how am I supposed to save anything to get out of here if my tips keep getting poached?”

“Find a hustle like everyone else.” She crossed her arms. “But if that’s the hustle . . . I don’t want people thinking this is a house of ill repute, if you catch my meaning.”

“It was just flirting and an eye-full,” you snapped. “Nothing would have happened.”

She let out a heavy sigh and shake of the head.

“Ord Mantell isn’t a safe place. Who knows what’s following when you go for those little walks. I don’t care, but for some reason Omega and the boys like you,” she pointed out. “They make me a lot of dough and I’m not gonna risk losing that because some hoity-toity twit got jumped on my watch.”

*

Echo had joined in your daily walk again and you were both seated in the windowsill of the secluded little alcove that had been found together that gave a lovely view of sunrise and sunset or the night sky. A place you never shared with his brothers or sister.

He’d been silent during tonight’s walk, fidgeting with a datapad. Still silent in this place you saved for him.

“I’d like to talk with you about this,” he finally said, handing over the datapad.

You gasped.

It was one of your books.

“Echo . . . you read this?”

“Yes.” The quickest fleeting smile whispered along his face. The first you’d ever seen. “And I have some notes.”

*

“We should head back,” Echo said after a bracing discussion of the book. It felt so good to defend your work again and engage in good-natured, animated debate. It took effort to not be distracted by the way his hand would go to his forehead or his brow would furrow. In the end, it came to a friendly disagreement to be let go.

Honestly, you knew that book sucked.

Echo rose and took your hand to help you up from the windowsill. The help wasn’t needed but the act was sweet and no one had ever done it before.

Both stood unmoving, hand in hand, looking everywhere except each other. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Echo?”

He looked down, eyes meeting yours. Stars, his eyes were so deep and held the thousand stories that had brought him here to this moment. To you.

Tentatively, you brought a hand to his face and paused before making contact.

“Is this alright?”

He nodded.

You cupped his cheek and felt a pang of sadness at his shudder upon your touch. His left arm ghosted along your back to settle in the middle, unsure of going further. Self-conscious about the cybernetic arm. Self-conscious about all his cybernetics.

You were unbothered and guided the cybernetic arm to encircle your waist then wrapped yours around him and fell into his chest, feeling every rivet and wanting to relieve him of all his troubles. After a few minutes and still locked in each other’s arms, you pulled back to look at him. He angled his face down to yours so close.

“Is this alright?” he asked, lips so nearly brushing yours.

“Yes.”

The kiss.

Echo and Omega Collage (season 2)

Bonus: Can't wait to get a proper gif out of this one when it airs

Request

Hello love! I’ve been enjoying reading your work over the past few days ☺️

Would you be able to write an Echo x Latina (brown) mid/plus size reader?

Echo and reader have been friends for a long time (reader is a part of the gang; and everyone sees them as a couple). Yet their insecurities prevent themselves from forming a relationship since they want the “best” for the other.

Somehow they do overcome their insecurities and end up together :)

Hunter is relieved 😅

Another thing I have never done yet 😅 I hope I can do this right for you, let me give it a try, sweetheart :)) You didn't really say if you wanted fluff/nsfw or suggestive. So I stayed fluffy with some soft body contact, hope that's okay.

Echo x Mid/Plus Size Latina Reader - Friends To Lovers

Fluff / Romance / Soft Body Contact

Sugar

"What's that supposed to mean now?"

Echo looked at Wrecker annoyed, he didn't like it when others interfered in his personal affairs.

Wrecker sighed and said, "Well, listen, it's obvious that you two like each other."

Echo waved it off and said, "It doesn't matter, she deserves better than me."

Hunter spoke up from the background, "Stop it Echo, that's nonsense."

Hunter came walking into the main room of the Marauder and looked at his brother reprovingly.

"Stop making yourself so small all the time, you're a great guy, a damn good soldier and an even better person. She likes you, you like her, that's actually pretty simple."

Echo sighed and straightened up.

"I don't know" he said uncertainly "I really do like her immensely and we are good friends, but if I take one more step now I could ruin it all"

The ramp opened, preventing Hunter from giving Echo an answer. Echo's heart almost stopped when he saw you come into the Marauder. You were wearing civi clothes, a breezy summer dress that gently hugged your wonderful curves, not too raunchy, but not entirely innocent either. Your tanned skin glistened a little from the lotion you always used and that he loved to smell.

His gaze wandered along your body for a moment, he loved your curves so much. But he hurriedly broke away, threw you a soft smile and walked past you to the outside. Crosshair was standing outside, he had accompanied you to get a few things. When he saw Echo come out he nodded silently at him.

"Did you get everything?" asked Echo.

"Most of it," Crosshair grumbled.

"Echo."

Your voice tingled under his skin. He turned to you and saw you coming down the ramp to the outside.

"Yes?" he said almost tentatively.

"Can I talk to you in private for a moment?"

He swallowed, his heart pounding in his throat, but he nodded and said, "Of course."

You were nervous, Echo was so incredibly cute and you liked him way too much not to be nervous.

"I've been thinking," you began and your heart wanted to run away from you, it was beating so fast in your chest.

He looked at you intently and his gaze felt like he was crawling into your soul to cuddle with it, Echo always seemed to you like he could just slip inside you and heal all the wounds that had ever existed inside you.

"About what, Mesh'la?" he asked softly.

You felt heat rise in your cheeks, Mesh'la, whenever he called you that you got all warm, you knew what it meant and it was so incredibly flattering and sweet.

"About you and me," you finally said, bolder than you actually felt.

His eyes grew wide.

"Oh... I, did I do something wrong?"

You frowned, wondering why that was the first thing he thought.

"No. I don't know why you think that but-"

"I know I stare at you a lot but I would never presume to approach you inappropriately or-"

You laughed softly and interrupted him, "No, no, no. Echo, what I wanted to say is.... I'm incredibly fond of you, maybe a lot more than I should be.... I don't know... I just wanted to get that off my chest and," you interrupted yourself, shrugging your shoulders helplessly.

"Please say something," you finally said softly.

Echo took a step toward you, his hand wandering to your cheek and gently nuzzling it.

His head came closer and with a soft sigh, leaned his forehead against yours.

Softly, gently, almost whispering he said," I'm crazy about you Sugar, so blown away. For a very long time I've had a crush on you, but we both know I'm different and I always thought.... I always thought you could never love someone like me."

You let out a stuttering breath. You'd always known he liked you, but you hadn't known how much. His confession seemed to take the air out of your lungs and at the same time give your heart wings.

"Echo," you spoke softly, "I want to be more than friends."

His lips came closer, but before they touched yours he asked, "Are you sure about that?"

"Perfectly"

His lips touched yours, warmer and softer than expected, tentative, gently testing, then more intimate, confident and finally demanding.

His tongue opened your lips and began to hunt yours, each velvety collision a firebrand in your neural pathways, a tingling in your belly that spread in warm waves.

As you both broke breathlessly from the kiss, his arm moved around your waist, pulling you even closer to him. His forehead leaned against yours again and he smiled with his eyes closed.

Behind you a clapping sounded and an exclamation that could only be from Wrecker. You obviously had an audience, but for the moment you didn't care, even though you felt heat rising in your cheeks again.

Feeling his arm around your curvy body was a bit of a shock at first, you were never sure if he could desire you, you weren't one of those girls the guys hung up as posters in their bunks, you were a bit roundish. But Echo pressed you so tenderly and lovingly against him that you forgot any self-doubt and could just enjoy the moment.

@rintheemolion

@andyoufollowyourheart @clone-whore-99

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@misogirl828 @tech-deck

@meshla-madalene

@chxpsi

@thebahdbitch

@nahoney22 @ladykatakuri

I have thought about this many times 🥲

Mainly about my beloved Echo.

Of course, it is more realistic that the creators chopped it off.

BUT I do think that he has a similar body compared to Darth Vader (who lost all four limbs). Echo only lost three limbs, and according to Tech “he is more machine , than man. Percentage wise at least 🤨” but he still has those metals on his head (and are likely still on his neck , back, etc). Meaning that the fourth limb, in Anakins case, can be made up in Echo by the extra metal found on his body. All this to say that: just because he is more “machine than man”; does not mean he lost his manhood.

When we look at the concept artwork for Echo in CW S7- we see many things 😞

1. He is thinner- The dark grey shadow is the typical body of a clone. Clearly Echo lost most of his weight on his upper body, but the legs seems to *slightly* thinner than the regs. To me, it implies that up to his femurs are intact.

2. He has a lot of “rivets” found on his body.

3. Depending on Kaminoans, they may or may not have kept the same machinery on his legs that go up to his waist. If they did leave them there, than that could explain the “percentage”.

4. They gave him a butt that is covered by fabric on the same artwork. Like why give him a booty, if he don’t have an eggplant 👀

5. The techno union prolly gave him a wannabe cod piece just so they don’t have to deal with seeing it.

I rest my case: ECHO can still bang 😎

18+ i guess?

So if the bad batch are all modified and are different height, weight and are different in many other ways from regular clone troopers... (I hope you know where I'm going with this) how big is it. If I can get an answer to only one question I want it to be this one. Seriously. Did they leave it at default? Did they make Wrecker bigger since he is so buff? Did they give Tech a small cock just as another fuck up of a modification like his hair? Is Crosshair as slim as his toothpick looking legs and waist? And since Hunter is like the only one whos proportions are close to the regular clones does this mean he just got what they got? What else is different on the clones of clone force 99? Next up we have did the techno union cut off echos dick. Now this ones interesting. Is he compleatly missing his legs? Like waist down everything? I thknk he does? So. What does he have now. Does he have a robot penis? If yes did he get it after he was rescued? And if we're on the topic of robo dick what would that even be called. Would it be robo dick? Attachable vibrator? Or just simply a dick? Actually another question. If someone were to have a robot cock would it be able to vibrate. Would it? How would it work. I have to know. I have to.

A tender moment of Echo discovering his hair growing back would do wonders for my soul.

I feel like @zoeykallus would be great writing these HCs 🥹

I have an idea for the bad batch/clones fanfiction. Please hear me out!

Helmet kiss!

Like reader spontaneously kisses them on the helmet. I need someone to write this.

Bad batch family game night

Game of life:

Wrecker: *holding echo by the throat* WHY DID YOU STEP ON MY PRIZE TOMATOES

Echo: WHY DID YOU WANT TO POISON MY RACING SNAIL YOU HEARTLESS SH-

Crosshair: *crying* WHY HAVE I GOT FIVE KIDS NO JOB AND NO HOUSE?!

Tech: *balling in cash* because you acknowledged your Fangirls?

Omega: ooo I got to the marry tile-

Hunter: *draws blaster* that ain't happening.

Rex: (•ᴗ•)❤ *watching his kids*

Frustration:

Crosshair: *flips the board over* GIVE ME  A SIX!

Wrecker: my my aren't we not going to anger management

Crosshair: SHOVING YOUR STUFFED TOOKA DOLL IN MY FACE IS NOT FU- *gets a Lula thrown in his face*

Jenga:

Omega: REMEMBER! You can't use both hands!

Echo: ya don't say.

Crosshair: my time has come

Cluedo:

Echo and Tech: teaming up for the heck of it

Wrecker: still trying to figure out what a “revolver” is

Labyrinth:

Tech: Omega that's a wall

Omega: BUT I HAVE MAGIC POWERS AND CAN TRAVEL THROUGH WALLS >:)

Headbands:

Wrecker: who am I?

Tech: it brings about symmetric images-

Crosshair: when I use it it's the best thing ever 😎

(The answer was a mirror)

Me if any member of the bad batch dies in season 2:

Note: Ok I still haven’t read the newest chapter of Captain’s Log because I want conditions to be PERFECT for my read lol

But I would like to humbly submit this thot:

The 501st come back to Coruscant for some much needed R&R. The boys are once again planning some shenanigans at 79’s. They invite Rex, but nobody is surprised when he declines their invitation to file paperwork and get a good night’s rest. Of course, they give him a hard time - booing him playfully and making fun of his inability to have fun.

What they don’t know is that Rex’d been secretly seeing a Holonet News staffer for months. After shaking them off, he sprints to your apartment, comming you on the way there. The lift ride up your high rise feels like a lifetime.

As soon as he rings your bell and your door swishes open, he throws off his helmet to kiss you hungrily. He backs you into a wall, grabbing fistfuls of your ass and kneading your breast as you moan into his mouth. He’d thought about you the whole campaign and he can’t help his desperation after the long trip back to the Triple Zero.

And it’s not like you don’t feel the same. Because you’re pawing at his chest, hands roaming frantically, trying to find the damn clasps. You both stumble into the bedroom, lips only parting to shed pieces of clothing. There’s no time to turn off the lights and set the mood. As soon as you’re both naked, he’s pressing you up against the wall and lifting you up by your thighs, fucking up into you as his hands and hips pin you in place.

Meanwhile, Fives and Echo are crammed into an air taxi with Kix, but they’re stuck in some bullshit traffic, arguing about whether or not they should have taken the train. then Fives goes quiet and his eyes are just wide and Echo is like “what are you looking at??”

he and Kix follow his line of sight to an apartment building. The lit room is like an exhibit against the backdrop of darkness and they can all clearly see two people fucking.

“Holy karking shit — is that…Rex?!”

B EIDICIWIDIE EX FUCKING CUSE ME nndkxisixiwiaie THIS IS LITERALLY ONE OF MY BIGGEST FANTASIES/KINKS IM GOING TO FAINT !!!!

whoops I wrote more:

Your entire front is pressed against the transparisteel window of your room, knowing full well anyone passing by could see you both. Your apartment isn’t that far from the transport lanes below and at this time of day, the suns setting and the waning light of dusk illuminates every single thing that could be going on inside.

Rex’s fists are in your hair, pulling your face back enough for him to watch your expressions with every ruthless snap of his hips. Both of you had gone too long without seeing each other between his long missions and your long nights at Holonet News headquarters. So that ultimately led to how you were now, absolutely tearing into each other passionately.

You were whining and whimpering and calling his name louder with each thrust, the throbbing width of him hitting a spot so deep inside your guts it made you see stars. “Rex…more. More. Please. Harder. I can take it. Please.” You begged, tears of ecstasy dripping down your cheeks as the overwhelming feeling of erotic delight coursed through you.

His fist in your hair maneuvered your head back and onto his shoulder, the center of his broad, powerful hips driving himself upward to split you open more. “I know you can. Ner mesh’la…such a good girl. You must look so fucking good out that window. Turn back around. Show the whole planet how pretty you are when I’m fucking you.” He grunted, pressing his palm between your shoulder blades to push your breasts against the window.

He buried his face in your neck and nipped and sucked deep purple hickies all along the skin, smoothing over each one with his fingertips curling a possessive grip around you now. You smiled and giggled in delight as the swell of pleasure rushed to your core to meet his thrusts, a cascading, warm tingling overwhelming your insides. “So good Rex. You’re so good. I love it. I love when you fuck me…want everyone to see how much…” you mutter, the words catching in your throat as his last jerk into your pussy took your breath away.

“That’s right. Proud of how good my girl takes her Captain. Just want to show you off. Nobody takes my cock better than you, mesh’la. I can’t stop thinking about how you feel. The whole..fuck- the whole fucking mission..stars you’re so tight…” He tossed his head back and moaned, his hands sliding down to lift your leg and plow in harder.

Suddenly, your eyes locked with a familiar sight you absolutely weren’t expecting. 501st blue. Men you recognized. Rex’s men. You slammed your palm on the window to get Rex’s attention and pointed to where Fives, Kix and Echo were staring with jaws dropped up in disbelief at their Captain balls deep in a display so lewd even they couldn’t imagine it. “Rex…they can see us. Your-” you close your eyes and moan illicitly as his pounding cock hits a particularly sensitive spot in you and sends molten pleasure rocketing through your core. “Rex- your men! Should we stop?” You offered, turning to look over your shoulder at him.

His eyes were wild, pupils dark and lids heavy with lust. A dark, determined and almost ferocious scowl deepened on his face and he smirked back at you. Suddenly, his face was directly beside yours, one arm circling around your waist as he positioned your hips perfectly to rub your clit between his fingers. “Never. Give them a show, mesh’la. You’re mine and now they’ll know it. So let’s show them how only a Captain can make you come this good.” He growled, a final snap of his hips making your throbbing walls collapse around him.

The blinding heat of arousal exploded in your belly as you turned to meet the gaze of men that would never in a million years guess their Captain was capable of something this lascivious. Your mouth dropped open in pleasure as Rex’s name spilled out loud enough to be heard over any of the transport lane traffic passing by below. The numbing sensation washed over you and made all the muscles in your body tense under Rex’s overwhelming touch. His hands held you against the glass, his chest pressed into your spine as he thrust one, two, three times more. You writhed under him as your vision went spotty but your eyes stayed open to watch his men drooling over you in utter disbelief.

You could feel his cock twitch in your wall’s vice grip, warm spurts of his own sticky release filling up the empty space eagerly awaiting his return from his last tour of duty. Your fluttering walls coaxed every last drop of him inside you and you felt him shake violently before resting his head on your shoulder in exhaustion. He panted softly, ghosting gentle kisses along your shoulder and tangling his fingers with yours on the window.

He giggled in satisfaction, giving his boys still blinking up in shock at us from their taxi a mock salute. “Look at them. Bunch of jealous di’kuts. I’m putting them on desk duty tomorrow for staring at you too long.” He lifted his head, the warm, loving brown eyes sparkling with pride and happiness now that he’d spent all his energy with exactly the person he needed.

You leaned in and kissed him passionately, your hand resting on the side of his cheek. “Don’t be too hard on them, Rex. I think they’re just surprised by how you’re spending your shore leave.” You giggled, massaging away the cute grumpy angry scowl on his brow now. “You’re just not as by the book as they thought. And that’s good. That’s what makes you such a respectable and…talented Captain.”

Later on, when Rex gets back to barracks with you in tow, Fives, Kix and Echo can barely make eye contact. Rex stops in front them and demands they stand at attention. “I think we can all be mature here and…keep this under wraps.”

“I’d hope you kept it wrapped.” Kix said raising his brows suggestively and trying desperately to keep a straight face.

Echo snorted, closing his eyes to keep from bursting into laughter.

“Hey! Uncalled for…” Rex countered, pointing a scolding finger at Kix.

“What’s gotten into you, Captain?” Echo asked, taking a deep breath and trying to swallow down the hysterical laughter.

“Oh we know exactly what, well- who he’s been getting into.” Fives quipped, finally making the other two lose it with laughter.

You looked at Rex, his face blushing 10 shades redder than usual and you leaned your head on his shoulder. He ran his palm down his face, totally unamused by the three clowns he had to manage.

You giggled and kissed his cheek, “don’t worry, baby. After what they’re going to hear from us later tonight, we’ll see just who’s laughing. They’ll be begging you for pointers, Rex.”

The three men shut up as you dragged Rex by the hand back toward his barracks for more.

The Beginning of Something

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Tech x F!Reader

word count: 2000 words.

Warnings: One shot inspired by this post by @whoneedsname501 where reader spontaneously kisses them on the helmet. Fluff galore. First kiss. Brothers are big teases. Friends to lovers, minor mentions of injuries and medical talk.

Masterlist

Tech Works

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

It was all a blur.

Your heart was in your throat, the taste of iron on your tongue as you felt the building around you begin to rumble and break away.

The shouts of the others become dim in your ears and it’s almost as if your feet are frozen to the ground as brickwork begins to tumble down.

You see a shadow in the corner of your eyes, everything seems to go so slow and you don't even grasp reality at all when a strong force has tackled you to the ground and out of harm’s way.

As soon as your body collides with the ground, everything resumes. Ear shattering sounds of the rubble clashing with the ground erupts around you and you hold your breath and close your eyes as a gust of dust flies in your direction.

After a minute, there’s silence and the dust settles.

Kriff, you almost died! You curse at yourself for the stupidity of not running away from the building collapsing in front of you but then your mind wanders to what saved you… or better yet, who saved you.

You didn’t realise you had a pair of hands around your waist until you glanced down and you gaze over your shoulder to see Tech in view, breathing heavily and clutching the right side of his arm.

“Tech!” You squeak, shifting onto your knees quickly and turning your full body round to face him. As he grunts in response, he also gets onto his knees and flips his visor down and scans you completely.

“Your vitals appear fine, a slight concussion could occur if you suffer a slight knock to the head but overall nothing at all to be concerned about at this moment.” He speaks so casually as if he didn’t bolt straight to you, wrap you in his arms and throws you both into cover from a falling building. “Maybe some dust on the lungs but nothing that could cause us harm.”

“What about you? You’re holding your arm.” You’re panicking a little, hoping he had not sincerely harmed himself because of you.

He smiles a little at your concern but at the moment, you are his priority.

“Just a flesh wound.” He waves it off, giving you a last thorough scan over but you were still a little worried about his own injuries.

“Tech,” you breathe shakily, clasping onto each side of his helmet, “you just saved my life.”

He blinks, flipping his visor back up and nods slowly. “Well of course. You had a survival chance of 93% so really, you were about to die. I would be a terrible soldier if I saw someone in trouble and did not interfere.” He tries to control his breathing but it was hard when you were so close and practically holding onto his head. “And you are my… friend as well as colleague.” He says whilst clearing his throat somewhat awkwardly.

“You could’ve died, Tech.”

“As could you.” He points out.

There was a slight shift in the air as you stared at him and you could curse the design of his helmet because it was hard not to get lost in his bright eyes. Whether it be because of the thrill of the moment or because you could have knocked your head during this mission, you were not thinking straight when you leaned forward and placed a kiss right where the black strip of his helmet was - just where his lips would have been if it weren’t for the armour.

Whilst your eyes were closed, his shot wide open at the gesture. Sure, it wasn’t a proper kiss but it was as close to a kiss than he ever would get.

It only lasted a few seconds until you pulled away, cheeks flaming red but luckily the dust cloud managed to paint your face to hide it.

He’s speechless, for the first time in a long time. He was lucky he was sitting on his knees because he was sure he would have collapsed into a puddle at the gesture if he were standing. You couldn’t see but his lips were moving behind his helmet but no words were coming out. There was a rapid beeping suddenly and frantically he hit the side of his arm because there was no chance he was willing to admit that it was his heart rate telling him it was going through the roof.

“Thanks again, Tech.” You say softly, unsure what to make of his silence but you find yourself raising to your feet and turn around but stumble a little to see a sea of eyes staring at you both, all with smirks on their silly faces.

“You alright missy?” Crosshair smirked at you and you knew that they all saw what you just did to Tech. Oddly enough, yoh felt as though they were more shocked by you ‘kissing’ Tech rather than the building that collapsed around the pair of you

“Just dandy. Nothing like a building nearly falling on me to end the day.” You try to laugh it off, hoping they wouldn’t say anything but of course, Wrecker had to open his mouth.

“Did you two just kiss?!”

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

One rotation passed and you felt a horrible feeling in your gut that Tech was ignoring you. Whenever you entered a room he would make an excuse to leave or whenever you would have the courage to ask him if he wanted any help he would dismiss you. He never dismissed your help.

Yourself and Hunter were in the cockpit when you both heard some loud clanging followed by faint swears. Hunter and yourself looked at eavhother just thinking it was Crosshair and Wrecker fighting but after going to investigate you saw Tech doubled over in pain and once again, clutching his arm.

“Tech?” You say aloud, marching to him quickly and resting a gentle hand on his back for support. “What’s wrong?”

Tech felt quite dizzy which he had been for the last few hours but just now, he had bumped into one of the chairs and dropped his devices to the ground. As a result, it was followed by his arm aching terribly. “I… I am not too sure.” He sighs miserably so you put your medical mind to the forefront and roll up his sleeve to see a very nasty infection spreading on his arm.

You quickly tell Hunter to come look and he winces at the sight for Tech. “You have a nasty infection there.”

“Let me take care of it.” You heard no fuss from Hunter but Tech was about to raise a finger and was instantly shut back down by Hunter before he even opened his mouth. “Let her help you Tech.”

Awkwardly and clumsily, he let you escort him towards the bunks where you could fully assess him. He was a little reluctant but he trusted you enough to get the job done.

You instruct him to sit on the edge of your bed and as he does, he watches you with soft eyes as you rush around to grab the resources you need before settling beside. “Hmm, looks like some debris has cut you and got infected. Does it feel warm?”

“Yes, I suppose it does.” He craned his neck from side to side as he tries to keep a steady breath. One, it’s because you were close to him once again and two, he didn’t want to faint in front of you.

You gently apply a spray, apologising as you hear him wince. “Sorry, I should have given you a warning.” You say sheepishly, looking up at him as he watches your fingers work their magic.

Hoarsely, he replies, “Do not fret. Only a little sting on a small cut.”

“Yeah well that ‘small cut’ could have been a lot better if you had spoken up.” You discipline him with a shake of your head, gently cleaning him up before putting a medpatch over it followed by a requested stim.

Tech feels the stim settle in his body and he feels more relaxed and no longer dizzy. He watches you pack your stuff away and he stands, placing his hands behind his back and clears his throat. “I appreciate your help. Are you aware of the consequences if I had let that cut worse or had it gone unnoticed?”

You couldn’t help but smile as he tried to quiz you, feeling that he was no longer feeling awkward around you and instead felt the need to test your knowledge. “Well, it could’ve led to a much more serious infection such as sepsis or tetanus depending if you’ve had the vaccine when you were younger-.”

“Of course I have had it.”

Finally you turn to face him again. “All in all if you had let it fester you could have died.”

Tech smiles a little. Not at the fact that he could have died but that in just one day he had saved your life and you could well have saved his. “I appreciate the help, cyar’ika.”

This time he saw the blush rise on your cheeks and you just had to look away. The others had called you this before, endearingly of course but there was something so different about the way that Tech said it that made you feel as light as a feather. “No problem Tech.”

He goes to leave but once in the doorway he pauses, foot tapping away on the floor as he contemplates his next set of choices. You had not noticed him stop but you jumped a little as he suddenly spoke, “I would like to show you my appreciation in actions rather than mere words… if you would allow me to do that.”

Your heart races and your hands suddenly got very sweaty. “What kind of action?” You question though you had a sneaky feeling, a hopeful sneaky feeling you knew where this was going.

He steps closer to you, not estimating his steps but you don’t move an inch. “I’d like to,” he swallows nervously but mentally shakes his mind to tell him to spit it out, “I would very much like to kiss you just as you did with me….you could have saved my life.”

Again, your face burns a red the same as their armour and you chew on your lower lip in anticipation. “But, I’m not wearing a helmet?”

There was almost a smug look in his eyes despite how his hands began to shake as they slowly came up and were placed on either side of your face, very gently caressing it. “I would much prefer neither of us wear one this time.”

His words were almost a whisper and judging by the chills on your arms and the way you practically melted into his touch, you were welcoming to his request.

He leans down and softly kisses you with such tenderness that you had to place your hands on the table behind you to stop you from slipping out of his grasp and onto the floor.

You could feel his nerves but as you reciprocated those nerves soon dwindled once he felt your lips slowly find rhythm against one another as you both were willing to give what each other wanted. His thumbs stroke against your cheek and you’re breathing so softly into him that you never wanted it to end.

Eventually, you pulled back but only a little and gave him a dazed smile. “That was lovely, thank you.” Your hands find their way to his wrists, pulling his hands away from your face and instead gesture for him to entwine your fingers with his and he does.

“You’re very welcome. Although I have to say that I would not mind us doing that again soon.” He gushed, tips of his ears red.

“Oh yeah? How soon is soon?” You can’t help but flirt, inching your face back towards him and he instantly picks up on your suggestive tone and smirks a little himself.

“I estimate in around 2.67 seconds.” He lures you back in and only brushes his lips back to yours until… Wrecker.

“Why do you guys keep kissing?!”

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

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Tech Works

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