Omega Finding Random Cute Animals

stereo soldier tech edit is up!! TECH STANS C’MERE

It’s ok guys, season three opens with Omega and Crosshair being rescued and the Batch finding out that Tech survived, trust me I spoke to Mr. Star Wars in person

Well, I guess I owe you one.

Is he alive? I dunno, probably not. But Ykw he deserves to not die a virgin

“Daddy’s Home”

Telling the LADS Men you're pregnant. The setting? Happily Married and both parties want kids. Nothing but fluff here (All these men are substantially financially stable and I love that for us)

Zayne

MC: Zayne I have something important to tell you

Zayne: I'm listening

MC: Im pregnant

Zayne: ....

MC: Baby?

Zayne: Im going to be a father?

MC: Yes we're having a baby

Zayne: I need to childproof the house. I'll need to work more hours.

MC: You already work inhuman hours

Zayne: We need a bigger house. Should I build it? I should build it. Why are you standing? You shouldn't be on your feet

MC: Sir I am 2 minutes pregnant we have time to prepare for this bundle of joy

Zayne: They'll need a college fund, driving lessons, a tutor...

Zayne continues mumbling and mulling over every single detail to himself

MC: I guess I'll relax enough for the both of us

Rafayel

MC: Raf sit down I need to tell you something

Rafayel: Why do I need to sit down?

MC: Its safer

Rafayel: My Lemurian senses are tingling but I'll trust you

MC: Okay breath in

Rafayel: *breathes in*

MC: now breath out

Rafayel: *breathes out*

MC: I'm pregnant

Rafayel: *Chokes on his spit* WHAT!

MC: Im 2 months pregnant

Rafayel: I'm gonna be a mother????

MC: No you're gonna be a father

Rafayel: Can I handle this? Can I still eat seafood? Am I allowed to swim in the ocean?

MC: Why are you acting like you're the one carrying twins?

Rafayel: TWINS?! I GET A TWO FOR ONE DEAL?!

MC: What am I? A yard sale?? Don't say it like that

Rafayel: You’re really pregnant?

Rafayel grabs your hands and holds them to his chest where you can feel his heart racing

MC: Yes we’re going to be parents

Rafayel: you....and i....preg-.... twi-

MC: don't pass out please don't pass out right now

Rafayel: *Passes out anyway*

Xavier

MC: Xavier?

Xavier who was currently laying with his head buried in your lap with his arms wrapped around your waist.

Xavier: Hmm?

MC: Do you want a baby? With me?

Xavier rubbing small circles on your lower back with his thumb as he stirred in his sleepy state

Xavier: I want everything with you

MC: Good

Xavier: *Dozing off*

MC: Because I’m pregnant

Xavier: That’s great

MC: …

Xavier: …

MC: and 3….2……..1

Xavier: Wait what ???

MC: You heard me

Xavier: So I’m a dad?

MC: Father to be

Xavier: We have to start their swordsmanship training right away

MC: How about we take it slow like letting them grow in my stomach first?

Xavier: Oh I guess you’re probably right

MC: yea now lay back down

Xavier snuggles right back into your lap placing soft kisses on your stomach that isn’t even showing yet

Xavier: My little angel

Sylus

MC: I need your help how would you tell someone they're a father?

Luke: Im a father?!

MC: Luke shut up

Kieran: *Shoves Luke*

Luke: Sorry

MC: I just don't know how to tell Sylus

Sylus: Tell me what?

Kieran: Me and Luke are uncles now!

MC: Kieran!

Sylus: You’re pregnant?

MC: *Shows the pregnancy test* We’re having a baby

Sylus: Looks as though my efforts weren’t in vain

MC: You were trying to get me pregnant?

Sylus: Why do you think I constantly had you in a mating press?

MC: Sylus! Don’t talk like that in front of the twins

Sylus: *chuckles* I can’t wait to see you plump and glowing with our child princess

Later….

Kieran: I can’t wait to teach them sarcasm

Luke: I’m definitely doing everything their strict parents tell them not to do

Sylus: You two. Sidebar. In my office. Now.

MC, In the background: ooouu you guys are in trouble … bad uncles and the baby isn’t even here yet

Won the Break-Up (Tech x Reader)

This one shot does not contain spoilers for Season Two. Please do not discuss spoilers in reblogs/comments.

Notes: Tech thinks you're a catch. But so does your ex. Based on the new song "Lost The Breakup" by Maisie Peters. 79's, alcohol consumption, backhanded compliments and psychological warfare, The Return Of Kyle(TM)

This night at 79's would have been perfect. You were wearing your favorite dress, and the dance floor was crowded enough that you could dance like no one was watching. Not to mention someone else was paying for the drinks.

It would have been completely perfect...

...if it weren't for your ex.

He walked in with his new girlfriend and their little group of friends, and you rolled your eyes, ignoring them. You would not let their appearance ruin your night.

However, your ex had other ideas, and pushed and shoved his way through the crowd to stand in front of you, going so far as to wave his arm in front of your face when you tried your best to ignore him.

"Hey, it's been forever," Kyle smirked at you, hands casually in his pockets for that relaxed look.

"Hey," You nodded, breathless from dancing, "Never thought I'd see you here. Where's your girlfriend?" You couldn't help the venom in your voice as you tried not to throw a fit in public, but the douchebag had cheated on you. Civility had leaped out the window miles back.

He shrugged, "Eh, she's talking with her friends. I wanted to come over and talk to you."

So he still wasn't satisfied with cheating on you. He wanted to cheat on his new girl too. Your shoulders tensed as your hand clenched into a fist, but he didn't notice.

Kyle took a step towards you and jerked his chin in the direction of the bar.

"You want to get a drink together?" He asked. He ignored the people dancing around you as you sidestepped flailing elbows and extreme dippers.

"There you are, darling!"

You spun around with the biggest grin on your face to see Tech carrying two drinks over the heads of the crowd. His extra four inches certainly helped.

He smiled at you and handed you a glass, leaning down to speak in your ear above the noise of the crowd, "Just how you like it." He left a kiss on your temple, sticky from the alcohol in his own drink.

"Thanks Tech," You took a sip through the tiny straw, and the bright flavor danced over your tongue, sending laughter bubbling up from your chest.

"Who's this?" Kyle rudely exclaimed. Tech's free hand settled on your hip.

"Oh, right," You said, as if you had forgotten that Kyle was standing right there (who was to say you hadn't forgotten? Tech was standing right there, after all).

"Kyle, this is my boyfriend. Tech, you remember I told you about my ex, Kyle?"

"Harsh," Kyle muttered. You ignored him.

"Ah yes, the one with the close female friend?" Tech said, pulling you closer to him.

"It's nice to meet you Trent!" Kyle tried to regain control of the situation and stuck out his hand.

Tech stared at Kyle's hand for a moment, regarding it as he would Wrecker's underwear left strewn on the navigation console. He slowly removed his hand from your waist, but took a step in front of you to shield you from Kyle and grip his hand.'

You heard Kyle inhale sharply, and he quickly molded his wince into a half-there smirk. You snorted into your drink. Watching Tech staredown your ex was more intoxicating than a hundred drinks.

"Nice grip you got there, Trent," He shook out his hand.

"You know what they say; it's how you make a good first impression." Tech took a sip of his drink. You hadn't even realized it, but his arm was already around you again. You smiled into your glass.

Kyle "accidentally" stumbled forward in the crowd of dancers, tipping your glass too far forward so that it you almost inhaled it, sending the rest splashed over the front of your shirt.

The alcohol burned in your nose as you tried to snort it out, and Tech placed himself in between you and Kyle, quickly procuring a handkerchief to help you dry your face.

"Oh man," Kyle didn't sound super sorry, "Let me buy you a drink to make up for-"

Tech removed his jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders, "No need to worry. Accidents happen."

"Thank you, babe,"

"Of course," Tech kissed your forehead, leaving Kyle slack-jawed in the middle of his reply. Did the mir'sheb truly think you had been calling him by a pet name?

"Oh dear," Tech looked down at his comm, "That would be Hunter. He wanted to discuss the schematics we recovered from the Seperatist's new weapon."

Then Kyle had the audacity to place his hand on your arm, "Why don't we catch up for a while? This braniac couldn't possibly need you for all that junk."

Oh boy. Kyle had done it now. Tech's face was red, and you could fairly see the steam coming from his ears.

"Are you insinuating that she is not smart enough to understand what we will be discussing? When it is in fact the technology that she invented that was stolen by the Seperatists and co-opted for much more nefarious purposes?"

Tech swatted Kyle's hand away, "You are hardly fit to shine her shoes, much less hold a conversation with her!"

With that, Tech wrapped his arm around your shoulders, jacket and all, and ushered you out the door, leaving your glasses with a serving droid.

He stood tall and rigid, foot tapping impatiently as you waited for the taxi speeder. His arm never left your shoulders as you sat in the back seat, and your face grew warmer and warmer. You were hardly embarrassed, but watching Tech stand up for you the way he had with Kyle was undeniably hot.

"Are you alright?" He squeaked. It took a moment for you to realize he had been the one to ask you.

"What?"

"Did I overstep?" He asked. The speeder stopped in front of your apartment, and Tech paid the driver before helping you out. You held the lapels of his jacket with one hand to keep it close around you in the cool night air, but your other hand refused to let go of his.

"Not at all. He deserved it." You sighed, rolling your shoulders to relieve the tension.

"So, what did you think?"

"Your stories do not do justice to his weasely nature," Tech huffed, "The next time he approaches you, run. Come to me or someone else you trust, because I wouldn't even trust him with a secondhand chronometer."

You wrapped your arms around his, "Of course."

Tech glanced down at you with a small smile. You kept your head on his shoulder as he led you up to your apartment. There, your boyfriend helped you out of the jacket and out of your shoes, running you a warm bath to get the sticky alcohol off your skin. He'd even set out your most comfortable pajamas by the time you'd gotten out. When you found him in the kitchen, putting together a bowl of ice cream to split, he was wearing the matching set.

You thought back to long nights with Kyle. He was usually passed out on the couch every time you came out of the shower, some random holofilm on blast. If you dared to turn it off, he would snap that he'd been watching that and if you wanted to help you'd get him a snack or something.

This situation was one you much preferred.

You came up behind Tech, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your face against his back. Tech was used to this by now, and continued with his sundae construction as you recharged.

"I win," You said out loud.

"Hmm?" Tech asked, "What did you win?"

You gave a tug on his shirt and he turned in your arms so that he could face you. His arms were raised awkwardly like a scared hawk-bat, so that he wouldn't hit you with his elbow or the ice cream scoop.

"You," You said, resting your chin on his chest.

"Really?" Tech said. His face was carefully schooled to not give away any emotion, but his tone was teasing.

"Yes," You insisted, "I win."

Tech gently cupped your chin, tilting it upwards so that he could kiss you, pressing his plush lips against yours. He already tasted like the canned starcherries that he was fond of putting on top of his ice cream. You couldn't think of anything sweeter.

A moment later, Tech rested his forehead against yours, giving yourselves a moment to catch your breath.

"Well," He laughed softly, "I will strive to be a worthy prize."

You stretched upward on your tiptoes to kiss him again. The scoop clattered to the floor at his surprise, and his hands came up to cradle your face. You never wanted him to let go.

"You already are, Tech," You murmured against his lips before he stole another kiss, "You already are.

Happy Tech Tuesday! Here’s another post I made because I miss him.

some very pretty Tech pics from my camera roll. happy March 29th.... it's been an entire year 😭 hopefully he will be back soon!! 🤞 i don't know what i'll do if he's gone for good.

Whos gonna tell him?

ME AND XAVIER HEHE