Where He'll Stay - Tech X Gn!reader (no Use Of Pronouns) Warnings: None, Reassurance After Waking Up

where he'll stay - tech x gn!reader (no use of pronouns) warnings: none, reassurance after waking up from a nightmare word count: 740 note: for those in need of comfort. taglist has been spared

It takes a gasp for you to wake. A loud, jarring breath causes you to sit up, eyes blown wide in fear. A drum has replaced your heart and it beats hard, daunting enough for you to place your hand on your chest. Pain rolls through your gut, heavy and full of aching fear.

It’s the type of fear that only subsides when you look over and see him. His slowly rising and falling back, sheets twisted around his torso and legs. Yellow goggles sit on the nightstand, perfectly put together beside his datapad. There is a bit of residue on his fingertips, left behind after a long day spent working on the Marauder, but he smells of freshly washed linen and soap.

And he’s alive. Your nightmare was a horrid thing, full of an agony that sits in your chest even as you watch his back rise and fall. It leaves doubt, even when you hear his breaths easing through his nose.

The need for assurance guides you closer towards him. You put an arm over his back and rest your cheek against his shoulder blade, taking a moment to listen and feel as his heart beats and his chest rises. It’s a gentle beat, a gentle sign of life, but as you listen to it thrum, it eases away the twist of loss in your chest. It washes away the struggle to breathe.

The sheets rustle. You grimace in regret as Tech turns onto his back to look at you.

“Mesh’la,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse with sleep. “Are you alright?”

His arm crosses over your back as he pulls you into his side. While he blinks the sleep out of his gaze, fingertips pressing into the corners of his tired eyes, you snuggle your cheek against his chest and take a deep breath, comforted by his smell and touch.

“Cyare,” he tries again when you do not speak, tipping his chin to look down at you.

You try to speak but when your voice shakes, you seal your lips. Tech’s hand gently rubs up and down your arm, patient as he waits for you to find the strength to speak on your own.

When you speak again, your voice trembles, “I had a nightmare.”

“Of what?”

“Y…” You pause, the words catching in your throat. “N-Nevermind, it’s not important.”

“If it has proven itself bothersome enough to force you out of sleep, perhaps it should be considered important.”

“Tech,” you murmur, shaking your head. “I-I don’t want to talk about it.”

He hums, fingertips leaving goosebumps as they dance up and down your arm. “How may I help? You seem anxious and… afraid.”

“Please, just...,” You squeeze him a bit closer to your chest, aching to pull him as near to you as possible. “Just stay here… be here with me.”

“I have no intention of going anywhere,” he remarks rather pointedly, causing you to manage the smallest smile. When he notices, he flashes his own little trace of amusement. “I am far too comfortable being right here with you.”

“Okay,” you hum, your voice a whisper as you place your palm against his bare chest, just to feel him exist.

Slowly, the lull of night returns, teasing you with another restless sleep. As your eyelids shut and flutter open in your battle to stay awake, you feel lips press against your hairline, lingering for just a moment before pulling away.

The idea of falling asleep reminds you why you sought him in the first place. The slow rise and fall of his fingertips along your arm alerts you to the nightmare and the feeling of loss and panic. Consuming fear.

But it is his body that eases it all away. His breaths, gentle and soothing. His heart, beating like the softest drum against the shell of your ear. The warmth of his chest kisses your cheek while the rise and fall of his steady breaths brings your fear and loss to a standstill, replaced by nothing but assurance.

Tech’s voice is a whisper, soft and full of reassurance as you slowly fall into sleep. His fingertips never cease their gentle touch. His heart, never once pausing its strong beat. He smells of home. He feels like it, warm and alive against the comfort of your touch.

“I am here, mesh’la… and here is where I will stay.”

♡ friends who i think might be needing this: @techs-ass @echos-girlfriend @nahoney22 @neon-junkie @crosshairs-wife @moodymisty @sleepingsun501 @grizabellasolo @techtalksfics

and whoever else needs to be comforted ♡

Tech x Reader

Warnings: None, pure fluff

There was just something so adorable about the walking wikipedia Tech. Maybe it was that his helmet reminded you of a dog...or maybe it was the way his goggles framed his face. You weren't quite sure, to be honest, but the only thing that came to mind to describe it was just...Tech. Just him, as he was, was so alluring and cute to watch.

You were hired as an engineer for the team of oddball clones. You didn't quite mind and you got along with all of them equally, enjoying the banter and the easygoing, unconventional way they went about things.

Today was an easy day, just maintenance around the Havoc Marauder and chilling before the next mission.

While most of the team was out at 79s, you were shoved underneath the control panel, attempting to fix the wiring. One of the panels had been glitching out and you were determined to find the cause of it. You adjusted your glasses on your face.

For company, you had Tech. Out of all the clones, Tech was the one you got along the best with. You found his knowledge about random things intriguing and you loved to learn what you could from him. It was your way of spending time with him and, you hoped, he didn't mind your company.

Currently, you both sat in comfortable silence, working on separate things. You hummed softly, thinking maybe you had found the issue. You touched the two wires together. Sparks flickered.

"Oh, shit."

The words had barely left your mouth before the whole thing exploded in your face. Coughing and spluttering, you waved away the smoke from your face. Maker, what the hell. That's when you registered the warm hands clutching your knees.

"Are you all right?" Tech's sophisticated voice sliced through the commotion and the slight ringing in your ears.

Tech. He was checking in you. His hands were on your knees. Holy hell. You tried to sit up, startled and flustered.

You banged your head on the panel. Son of a-- Embarrassed, you whined and let yourself lay flat on the floor, holding your head. Why of all the things…

Tech was giggling. Oh Maker, he was giggling. You blinked, staring up at the blackness of the panel. It was so cute, a little pitched and rolling. Oh my...your heart skipped a beat. That was the cutest thing.

Tilting your head up a little, you pushed your knees apart to see his body settled beside your hip. He was so close…

"Are you all right?" he asked again, dipping his head down to look you in the face, a crooked silly grin on his face. "I assume you touched the two wires together."

You could only nod, cheeks flushed and you slowly started to slide out. "Y-yeah. How did you know?"

"I've done it before, of course."

Of course. Like it was the most obvious thing. You adjusted your glasses, smiling shyly at him.

He seemed to be studying you, eyes scanning your face with clear intent. You blinked at him, cheeks turning a darker shade of red.

"You have smoke and dust on your face. I think it would be best if you cleaned it off."

Well that...just...wow. Gee, thanks, Tech. "Right, right. Uh, yeah. I'll go do that."

Standing up, you dusted yourself off and kept yourself from looking him in the eye. Rushing to the refresher, you looked at yourself in the mirror and...wow. Yeah. You were blackened and looking a little toasty. Grinning, you grabbed a cloth, wetted it, and started to wipe away the grime. About five minutes and some scrubbing later, you were certain you got it all off. You flicked off the light and headed out, looking down at your hands at you exited.

And ran right into Tech.

You gasped in shock. The cloth dropped out of your hand. You both bent at the same time to grab it. Heads butting, you yelped and held your head, looking up at Tech. He was doubled over, holding his as well and grimacing.

...you couldn't help it. You started to giggle. "I think you and I are a load of trouble."

He snorted, eyeing you. "You're telling me, Sparky."

It took you a moment. "Sparky?"

"Yes, because you ignited the control panel."

"Is...that your nickname for me?" you asked, hopefully, eyes lighting up as you regarded him.

He paused, watching you, then nodded. "It is."

Your chest warmed and expanded, watching him with a smile. Sparky...that was a cute nickname.

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and shuffled down the hall a little ways. "Well, uhh, let me know if you need anything. Sparky."

"Tech?"

He stopped immediately. "Yeah?"

"...can you help me with the control panel?"

"...sure." He didn't want to seem too eager.

You had to hide the smile on your face as you led the way back to the cockpit, sliding underneath the control panel again. You scooted to the side and Tech wiggled his way underneath as well, shoulder brushing against yours. Minutes ticked by as you explained your process to him, both your hands and his messing around within the wires and hardware of the system. He nodded and hummed, deft fingers brushing through the wires and dug into the tangle. You let your hands rest against your sides, content to just watch him do his thing. Eventually, your eyes started to droop in the silence. You blinked. Man...it was cozy down here, cuddled up next to Tech. You hummed softly, eventually becoming unable to fight the warmth and the tiredness.

Five hours later…

The other members of the Bad Batch walked into the ship, laughing and having a good time. It wasn't until they reached the cockpit that they discovered two pairs of legs sticking out from underneath the control panel.

Hunter kicked Tech's foot and knelt down to peer at the pair. You were cuddled up on Tech's chest, molded against the poor clone, nuzzling into the skin on his neck. Your glasses were on the floor on the opposite side of Tech. And Tech? He was giving Hunter the death glare.

"If you wake them," he hissed, eyes narrowed. "I will personally destroy your lives."

@echos-newlegs 💚

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xjulysart

3 years ago

Tech: 😡🥺

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xjulysart

4 years ago

hi just wanted to pop in and say i adore that rex and cody piece you just posted (': idk how long it took you to make it (i imagine quite some time; it's so detailed and pretty?!?!) but i'm glad you decided to take longer on it and do the cool lighting cause it looks amazing!!! (also cody and rex with the different rankings on their greys is really fun and i'm impressed with the attention to accuracy!! ...and also bless you for putting them in greys :D we need more clones in greys and gosh you made them look so good!!!)

Aaah, thank you so much, that means a lot! °д° I wanted to add a lot more details like graffity on the wall and maybe more stuff on the table, but after I’d finished the lighting I just kinda... forgot.

Your message made me super happy (as do your tags... and basically everytime I see you on my dash, you are an absolute darling) so please take this humble offering of Dogma, because I know you like him!

Hi Just Wanted To Pop In And Say I Adore That Rex And Cody Piece You Just Posted (': Idk How Long It

Also in his Greys, only that they’re black because my quick research showed that that’s what non-officers seem to get? Maybe? It’s all very vague.

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xjulysart

3 years ago

MY SLEEPY BABIES

First time drawing Omega I hope I textured her hair right ●_●

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xjulysart

4 years ago

[Image ID: Digital painting of Commander Fox and Riyo Chuchi from Star Wars: the Clone Wars. They are depicted standing in a Coruscant alleyway, shown facing one another from the knees up. Riyo wears a light purple dress with gold ornamentation and a dark indigo shawl with sweeping designs. Her headpiece and hairstyle is similar to hers in the Orto Plutonia arc, added teal beads the only difference. She is on the left and looking up at Commander Fox, who is in his standard Coruscant Guard Armor sans helmet. Riyo looks concerned, while Fox is downcast. The two are holding hands. End ID.] Thanks to @padme–amygdala for letting me add their image ID to this post!

This doubles as fanart from @amukmuk‘s amazing fic, “Perception,” and as a contribution to day six (Secret: private, secluded, undercover) of @foxiyoweek. :)

I won’t spoil anything, but in this scene, Fox was just reminded of how low many people’s opinions of clones are. It makes me angry and breaks my heart at the same time. T____T

I had sooo much fun with the paint job on Fox’s Phase I armor, and playing around with Riyo’s fancy outfit was challenging but also a good time!

Timelapse

AO3

Twitch

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xjulysart

4 years ago

digital colored sketch of emperor palpatine, and commander fox sneaking up on him holding a baseball bat and saying "vibe check!"

digital colored drawing of commander fox leaping into the air and cracking emperor palpatine over the head with a baseball bat. palpatine's head is slightly squished and his arms are out to the sides

get his ass, Fox!

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xjulysart

1 year ago

BLEACH THE HIGHSCHOOL WARFARE

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xjulysart

3 years ago

fellow dad batchers why is it so funny to think about 6'4" tech and 5'11" hunter LMAO

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