Characters x Reader Oneshots

A Sitcom Reality: Part 3

The door nudged open, Tech wobbling about on one leg while the other kneed the door to be able to accompany his body and the bags that covered it. Once through, he reorganised himself and threw on a fake smile, but the conversation that fluttered through the house seemed to be taking place from outside.

He shuffled into the kitchen, unceremoniously dropping some of the shopping bags onto the kitchen counter. Releasing a sigh, he turned to the double doors thrown open to the world, the cool breeze of nature rustling the legs of his trousers. He caught your fearful eyes, laughing nervously with a wide, fake smile adorning your lips. You moved around heavily in a feeble attempt to entertain your new guests, something you were never good at; unlike Wrecker.

You made eye contact with Tech, who notably took joy in your embarrassment but pushed it aside and nodded for you to come over. Miraculously, you made it into the house without alerting Monica and Ralph to your hesitancy.

"What took you so long, I've been stood there talking about car engines for over 40 minutes!" you growled at him, being wary to keep your voice down. Tech opened his mouth ready to defend himself but immediately got distracted, "Car engines, you say? Would they differ from the Maraduars, do you think? Actually, there is a high probability that they wouldn't fuel enough to power the Havock, especially when-"

"Would you quit it with the nerd talk for just a moment," you flailed your arms out at him, "We've got two people in our back garden who could blow our cover any minute now, if this 'BBQ' doesn't go well we'll fail our mission!" you stressed out.

"Fear not, for your saviour and amazing husband-" you couldn't retain the blush that flooded to your cheeks at the mere mention of being romantically tied to the man in front of you, "-have brought the necessary supplies for a perfect 'BBQ'." he stated with such confidence and ease. He waved his arms over to the four large bags piled haphazardly on the counter, definitely proud of himself.

You waltzed around the counter, lifting a finger ever so lightly under the plastic carrier. Gaping widely, you stared at the junk in front of you with an emotion you didn't think could exist, most certainly a new one that you had just developed. Tech stood beside you, still not understanding how everything he brought was practically useless.

"So, am I good or am I good?" he boasted, a cocky smirk marked on his lips. You had never seen him excrete such behaviour, maybe this Earth planet was changing Tech into a more confident man. You shook your head, realising you had gotten lost in the smooth brownness of his eyes, only amplified by his glasses.

Letting your quiet love for Tech go, you immediately went back to a panicked state of mind, "No this is not good, I know what a BBQ is now and it certainly didn't have any of this...stuff." You prodded some of the components Tech had managed to wrangle together, amongst the group was a hosepipe tube and some eggs.

"Wha- well how was I supposed to know what you wanted me to get, it's not as though I can read your mind like a Jedi! And without my datapad, I am unable to do significant research per my usual standards."

You flicked your head back up to the screen doors, noticing the subtle angsty movements of your guests. With daunting thoughts of failure, you pushed Tech out of the kitchen and towards the garden, "What are you doing?" he seethed, body resembling a plank of wood with how straight he was.

"You need to go entertain Monica and Ralph while I think of something to...cook."

"You? Cooking? I don't think I've ever heard those two things in the same sentence before." he chided, stopping you abruptly moments away from the back door. He turned around to see your irritated face, pout displaced amongst rosy cheeks, "I can cook, for your information, I just choose not to."