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Bad Batch Tech x GNReader: Sober Suspicions

"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.