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spacesurfing · 2 years

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Catching the Jitterbug

Tech x Reader Fluff

Summary: Being put into the Bad Batch was something good for you, a turning point in your life. And it was certainly a crazier one when you had found feelings for the technician of the team. Was there anything that could stop you from staring at him?

Warnings: shy!reader, fluffffffff, mentions of Crosshair, the awkwardness of my brain

A/n: I write Tech really poorly, I'm very sorry. :(

GIF NOT MINE!!

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He'd almost caught you once again. As you splashed water on your face, you exhaled with a soft breath. Hunter surely felt your heart rate increase, heard the heavy exhale you had made when you first introduced yourself to the refresher after Tech had looked over at you. Hunter heard everything. Stupid stupid stupid.

You had caught yourself accidentally looking at Tech quite a bit in the past few months. It was a habit you had attempted to throw out the window, to completely remove from your life, but it never seemed to disappear. You'd never tell him that you felt this striking interest whenever you looked over in his general direction, but you did. And if anyone knew at all, it was Hunter. The stupid sergeant and his stupid little senses that made you feel insecure to be in the same room as Tech because if Tech couldn't tell that you were so infatuated in him, then Hunter could. And Tech had absolutely clueless for once in his life.

Tech was smart, smarter than many living creatures for that fact. Though he wasn't smart enough to catch the hint that everytime he caught or almost caught you staring, it wasn't because you were waiting to ask him a question. It was because everytime you looked at him, he was always so in his element. He was downright adorable while working, so focused. And when he spoke to you, he tended to ramble. Fuck it made your heart swell - he was so cute when he got into one of his lectures.

You had dreamt of being next to him, allowing yourself to cuddle into his side as he worked on whatever he was doing. He was good at working while being pushed around by the boys. It made you think about how easy it would be to slip into his arms while he tinkered with whatever project he had going on or while he was reading something on his datapad.

You finally came out of the small, clustered refresher, seeing that Tech's eyes were focused back on his datapad (like always) and Hunter's were looking at you. Wrecker and Echo were outside with training targets set up, teaching Omega how to shoot her bow. You missed the kid and her big hugs even if she was just outside.

"Everything.. alright, Y/n?" Hunter asked, leaning a bit forward from his sitting position. He knew that he knew, faker. You hummed an approving noise as you back down next to the sergeant. You wanted to punch him square in the jaw, but you put that off for another day. Hunter gave you a bit more room, pulling his legs together from when he was man-spreading.

You cleared your throat, gaining the partial attention from Tech as well, "Has Cid called us back yet?"

Hunter only shrugged, "No, said she'll have a mission soon."

The silence clouded the room once again. They really didn't do that much when there was no repairs, this had been the first time in forever that the ship had been cleared for being okay. We'd all almost thought it was one of Tech's dry jokes, that's how much of a tendency we had for repairs. And it absolutely sucked to have nothing to do all day. You should've offered to help train Omega. Or just went back to bed when the Marauder landed on Ord Mantell. Those were both better alternatives than sitting in silence with a man you had a crush on and the only man that knew. Crosshair knew too. But you didn't like talking, or even thinking, about Crosshair.

You made a popping noise with your lips to clear the whole "awkward silence" thing, "I think I'm gonna visit her for a little and get a drink, I miss her attitude."

"That's a first," Tech muttered. As you stood up, you realized he was also on his feet. You didn't want to ask what he was doing, he could stand whenever he wanted to, it was just a coincidence that he also stood up when you had.

"Would you mind if I joined you?"

You looked at him with something between shock and nervousness. You hadn't been so nervous with anyone in your life before you had met the nerdy Tech, was this what a genuine crush felt like? You nodded frantically, realizing you'd stood there for a second too long just looking at him. You didn't that a lot, it became a sort of habit that everyone got used to.

"Sorry, I just.. zoned out I guess," you apologized, leaving your helmet on the table you were sitting at and starting your way down the gangplank.

Tech seemed to follow after you quickly, attempting to catch up. It wasn't odd for him to do that, he most likely had something on his mind that he wanted to share. And you were all there for it. You looked over at him, taking in his features - handsome with these soft caramel eyes, hidden by his goggles. You wanted to take them off for once, just to see what they actually looked like without the lens and all. They didn't seem to come off ever, though Crosshair used to always- never mind.

You thought of what the say to him, fuck you were staring again. Say something. What's new, Boo? No, that's too much for anyone of the boys to hear. Whaddup Tech! No, he's weird with your "civvi words."

"Hi."

Tech looked down at you with a soft expression. "Hello," he replied. He met your gaze for longer than you would have liked and you looked away again, face darkening. "Is there something you have to say?"

"I-uh no, I just thought I'd say hi since you're, y'know, walking next to me and all."

Gah! You felt your heart rate go through the roof. Why was he so intimidating? Well, he wasn't intimidating but he was Tech and Tech made you nervous and-

He pressed the back of his hand to your forehead, "Your forehead is steaming, Y/n, are you feeling unwell? Maybe we shouldn't visit Cid, it would be ideal that you get some rest."

He stopped, making you also stop as well. He was peering down at you now, hunched over to force eye contact. "If you would like, I have been researching a few home remedies in case a situation like such were to occur with your body."

"No, I'm fine Tech, I just need a drink is all," you spoke, looking back to the path in front of you. You started to walk away, but Tech grabbed your arm, pulling you back into a stumble and putting both of his hands on your shoulders. It kept you in place, letting him look down at you with knitted brows.

"I think that drinking will be the last thing that you do. I will not let you drink under your condition," you heard a slight waver in his voice as he lectured you. Tech? Worried? No, that didn't happen, and on the off chance it did, he had enough confidence in himself to distribute to the entirety of the clone army (they obviously don't need anymore though).

"Tech, I'm not sick. You never pestered Wrecker like this when he was sick."

Tech pushed his goggles further into the bridge of his nose, "Well, Wrecker usually sleeps off his illness fairly quick. You, on the other hand, are small and do not sleep as deeply as Wrecker sleeps."

You tilted your head, nose slightly scrunched as you glared up at him. You were slightly annoyed, not even hot in the face anymore. You forgot that Tech's hands were still on you, letting up from how tense they once were. "What about when Echo caught that bug from Nal Hutta?"

Tech cleared his throat, staring at me while he shuffled through answers to that question in his head. He had an answer to everything, but this - maybe not. Nal Hutta was a disgusting place that you never wanted to visit again, infested with disease and gunk everywhere. It was no surprise Echo got sick. He was upset the whole time and Tech cared about him physically of course but never ordered him to bedrest unless it was to keep him at a healthy amount of sleep.

"Simply because I knew he would be alright. I monitored his temperature, electrolyte intake and I made sure that he was eating exactly the right amount. Did I not?" Tech was always in matter-of-fact mode, so much so that you had almost thought maybe he won this small feud between you two. Being able to use such big words with certainty of what they meant, he could say the most random nonsense and you would have absolutely no clue if it was correct or not. You always assumed it was 100%, he was never wrong.

"You never ordered him to bedrest, you never made him a home remedy."

Tech stopped, his brain was working overtime - how would he get himself out of this? You stared up at him with a competitive glint in your eye, the one you had on the battlefield, always pushing back at him; he was the brains but you were the "brawn". You always had a comeback up your sleeve, you always knew what to say in an emotional aspect. He envied that in a way, wanting to know what it was like to follow your heart, not a logical conclusion set up by a droid - or better yet, the excellence of Tech's brain.

He choked up slightly and you placed both of your hands on his wrists as he let them fall from your shoulders. Maker, you were so soft.

Your face was on fire. Was the temperature rising? If it was, Tech didn't say anything. Gosh this was the worst you had ever been. Now that you were touching him, interacting with him without a wire or tool in your hand. You didn't remember the last time you had been alone with the man if it wasn't for work purposes. If there ever was a time.

"What's going on in that head of yours?" you asked, looking up at him with endearing eyes. His heart wretched at your face, wanting to just... he wanted to touch you. To hold you in his arms. Why did he feel hot all over? Was he also sick?

"I think that the sickness you are having, I have also contracted," he stated. He hoped you had understood. If it really was a sickness, then you could both go back to the ship and bunker down. That would be a simple explanation that would make this situation easy to diffuse. But if it was... something more, he didn't know how to tell you that in words. If he had to though, there was always to trying.

You smiled, shaking your head, "Tech, I don't have a sickness." As soon as you finished your sentence, your smile faded. Wait, he just said-

"Then, if my data is showing functionality, I do indeed harbor feelings for you."

You stared up at him, your lips parted. Your heart felt like it would beat out of your chest, into your throat and spit out of your mouth. Tech? Liked you? You thought you were absolutely out of his league. He never even seemed like he took interest in love, or even people in general. He always put his research and beloved datapad first that it almost escaped you that Tech could have secrets that he never shared, such as being interested in you.

"Tech, I-," you paused, swallowing and looking away from him. Your skin itched like you didn't belong in it, "I like you too."

It was like waiting for fireworks to go off, the anticipation scary. That's what he meant, right? Maker, he looked so adorable at that moment, face tinted pink, his fingers fiddling with something on his utility belt. Such as he had with his own hands earlier, you forgot you were touching him. Your hands no longer kept his wrists still, just flowed with the movement of his hands.

"May I... kiss you?" he asked, his hands already reaching up towards your face. You smiled, guiding his hands up to cup your cheeks. You then lowered your own, pressing them against his chest plate. He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours.

You never expected them to be so soft. Maker, you were lucky that he liked you out of so many sentient beings in the universe - you could kiss him for hours, days, weeks, years. You could have stood there and wasted the daylight away while kissing and never regretted a thing. When he pulled away, he kept his face only inches from yours. His forehead was softly laying on your own, goggles nudging at your brows but you didn't have a care in the world for that. You had just released so much weight off your shoulders from a simple kiss. You felt so alive, and free.

"You are certainly a perfect specimen," he stated, looking into your eyes with a crooked smile. Maybe that wasn't true if he wanted to try running experiments. Though, his statement didn't seem like a hypothesis, it seemed like a resolution.

"And you are the biggest nerd I have ever met. I love it more than I have ever loved anything."

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Masterlist

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midnightdjarin · 11 days

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crosshair drabble cause that man has taken over my thoughts

- crosshair is the type of guy to literally act like your bodyguard. you wanna go on a mission by yourself? funny.

“I’ll be back in a few hours.”

He picks up his helmet, “That’s nice. I’ll meet you on the ship.”

- will absolutely pick you up and throw you over his shoulder whenever you give him attitude.

“roll your eyes again, pretty.”

so you did. the two of you had gotten a little agitated with each other on this particular mission.

he sighs and flicks his toothpick to the ground.

you see his hands reach for your waist, “what are you-“, you cut off with a yelp as he throws you over his shoulder.

“I’ll put you down when you’re done with that attitude.”

“I’m gonna kill you.”

he pats the area behind your knee, “how touching.”

- LOVES to pull you into a random alcove of the marauder and kiss you like the ship is going down. any minute he can get alone with you is a blessing. idc what anyone says, this man is a gentle kisser. the kind to put his hand on the back of your head to keep you in place UGH!!!

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webslinger-holland · 3 months

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The Sergeant's Senator Masterlist

Summary: It is revealed that there is a plot to assassinate a republic senator. With some negotiations, Clone Force 99 is assigned as the security detail and must protect the senator at all costs (FULLY COMPLETED).

Warning: +18 minors DNI, threat to one's life, talks of assassination, multiple assassination attempts, various weapons used throughout series, people getting shot or seriously injured, mutual pining, sexual tension and eventual smut (chapters marked in red), and an overall dangerous series

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Epilogue

THIS IS AN ENTIRE WRITTEN, EDITED, AND COMPLETED SERIES! ALL THAT REMAINS FOR ME TO DO IS POST EACH PART! LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANTED TO BE ADDED TO A TAGLIST

#the bad batch #star wars #the clone wars #clone trooper hunter #tbb hunter #bad batch hunter #tbb hunter x reader #tbb hunter x you #tbb hunter x y/n #tbb hunter x senator #crosshair #echo #tech #wrecker #the marauder ship #tbb hunter series #tbb hunter fluff #tbb hunter angst #Hunter x Fem!Reader Senator

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oceansssblue · 7 days

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If you're still taking clone requests, I would LOVE to see something cute and domestic! A couple ideas I've been rotating in my head lately:

-Fives and reader messing around in the kitchen together, making dinner, dancing to stupid music and teasing each other's cooking skills, which inevitably ends in a huge mess (and dinner probably being forgotten about...)

-Wrecker getting sick and being forced into bed despite trying to keep working. It's totally against his will at first, but soon he starts to enjoy the chance to be soft and gentle. The reader finally convinces him to let them take care of him for once, assuring him that he doesn't always have to be the strong one

-Echo and the reader discussing starting a family, Echo expressing his doubts about what kind of father he would be and the reader reassuring him, telling him how much they love watching him with Omega and how good a father he'd be. The more they talk about it the more excited Echo gets at the idea

Hope these sparked something for you! Have a great day :)

Okay okay! Decided to do the two bottom ones as I've already done a kitchen fluffy one with fives and got a few for him requested as well (one of which I'll be working on next).

They're short, since I wanted to do both of then in the same post under the cut. Hope you like them, enjoy!

"BED REST"

TBB REQUESTS– WRECKER/GN READER 📩💖

WARNINGS: none

Somehow, inherently with being a big, strong person, Wrecker was used to helping people. Maybe it was just Wrecker's personality on itself; the way he felt truly happy when taking care of someone, being part of the solution to someone's problem. Wether it be physicall help or kind words, it made him feel warm.

What Wrecker wasn't used to, however, was to be taken care of. Well, he had a very close relationship with his brothers, and they always had an eye out for each other; but it wasn't like that. It didn't soothe any deeper emotional part of him. It was more of a... physical safety check of sorts. Tech had actually suggested to integrate a monthly therapy session to talk about their respective feelings years ago; but it hadn't ended up being a reality, lost instead in his never ending line of hypothetical ideas.

Maybe that's the reason why Wrecker doesn't say anything about the way he's feeling himself. Maybe that's the reason why he puts up a big smile on his face and sits through the presentation of your project as if he's not feeling downright awful. He's so kind and sweet even in his state you don't even notice it until you're actually home with him; and you see him pulling up an uncomfortable expression when he watches you take out some pasta from your fridge.

"Wrecker?" You look at him confused and slightly worried. "Are you feeling okay, honey?"

Wrecker tries to smile again; but his expresion falls and he quickly takes a hand to his stomach, putting slight preasure to it.

You frown and close the fridge, abandoning the tupper back inside of it and aproaching him closely. You carefully place your hand on his wide shoulder.

"Sweetheart, are you feeling ill?" You guess.

Wrecker hesitates.

"Oh, it's nothing" he quickly answers, even with his face twisting in pain. "Just my stomach being whinny".

You smile and caress his shoulder. Poor Wrecker, trying to ignore himself to push through your presentation and make you happy. You can't have him suffering.

"Why don't you go lay down on bed for a bit? I'll make you some tea and be right there" you suggest.

Wrecker frowns in disagreement.

"Oh, no, love, there's no need. I'm fine, really. I'll probably be as good as new in a pair of hours".

You're a little confused as by why he's so reluctant to admit he's not doing good and let you help. You try to soothe him with another caress and a smile; gentle expression on your face.

"And you can rest til you do" you insist, softly but firm, leaving no space for him to evade you.

Wrecker glances to the side.

"Oh, uh... Love..." he suddenly exhales deeply, as if surrendering, and adds in an embarassed tone "I just don't want you to feel like you need to fuss over me. I can take care of myself".

You blink slowly. Ah. You might be starting to see the problem. Maybe it's related with the fact that he's a soldier; always the hero, the saviour, and not the damsel in distress. Maybe it's just that he's Wrecker; always strong and efficient. Well...

"You don't have to be strong with me all the time" you whisper to him, closing up the distance between each others faces and nuzzling your nose with his, affectionately. "I know you can take care of yourself, Wreck, but I want to take care of you too".

Wrecker sighs, and you know you've almost got him convinced, so you continue.

"You always take such good care of me, love. I want to take care of you now. Wanna make you feel loved and safe. Let me, please?"

Wrecker melts and finally nods. You give him a little smile and direct him to your bedroom. Your boyfriend slowly lays in bed, with his back against the wall, watching you hesitantly; you give him a peck on the cheek before returning to the kitchen and quickly putting up together the best of your teas. You think it might help to settle Wrecker's stomach.

You go back to your bedroom with it in your hand; and you carefully pass it to Wrecker, who inmediately gives it an exploratory sip. He humms in aproval; and you find a spot besides him, both of your thighs pressed together.

You patiently wait til Wrecker has finished his tea and has left the empty cup on your nightstand. Then, you slowly direct the clone to scooch downwards and place his head on your lap. You caress his head, then his shoulders and chest; soothing patterns with the sole purpose to comfort him.

Wrecker melts. This was better than what he had thought of at first. He thought it might be uncomfortable, relinquishing control to some other person, being the one in need; but oh, this is great, with your soft hands and your tender words. He might grow to even like it.

Your hands squeeze a sore spot on his shoulder and he groans.

Yeah. He will.

THE END.

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"TO PLAN A FAMILY"

TBB REQUESTS – ECHO/F READER 📩💖

WARNINGS: Mentions of prosthetics and starting a family.

You first noticed it at the end of your first year dating Echo. The lingering glances, the way he seemed to grow lost in his thoughts, how he sighed deeply as if there was something pulling at his heart. You became observant throughout the first part of that second year together; and you reached your conclusion. It's always Hunter and Omega.

They're incredibly sweet, both of them. It's warming to see them interact together in their own special father and daughter relationship. Hunter's firm and always attentive; Omega in his teenager era trying to be more independent. Trying to show everyone she's capable, though you all know she is.

Inevitably, you start paying more attention to Echo's own interactions with the blond girl. For some reason, Omega has always saved a special spot on her heart for Echo; and since you returned with him to the Marauder after a last dangerous mission with Rex and the Rebellion, she has grown even closer to the man that holds your own heart.

It makes you melt, the way he takes care of her. How he teaches her and how he patiently waits for her to replicate his lesson; gentle hands redirecting her and a proud, small smile pulling on his lips when she achieves it. When things get hard, and Omega grows sad or restless, Echo talks her through it; voice soft but not masking reality, helping her understand and process that things can't always be as they want to, but that there's always a reason to keep trying. Your heart squeezes painfully in your chest when you think on how many times this wonderful man has said those same words to himself.

"Echo" you whisper his name one night when you can't keep holding it in. He slowly turns in bed towards you and hums sleeply. You brace yourself for any possible reaction of his. "Do you ever want to have kids?"

At first, Echo seems to freeze. Then he blinks twice, as if he is trying to move on from the fact that you've actually asked him this question out loud; and then he sighs quietly.

"I don't know if I should, to start with" he answers, voice barely audible in the silence of your bedroom.

You frown, lost.

"Why not?"

Echo mirrors your position in front of him; laying on one side of his body with his prosthetic knees slightly bent and head resting on his left bycep.

His eyes move away from yours, glancing down in that reserved way of his that indicate he's feeling a mix of contradicting emotions. You know him well by now.

"We're not living the safest of lifes, cyare. What kind of father would I be if I had to dissapear to help Rex here and there, or put my son through a constant runaway? Besides... They just might get scared of me".

You know the last statement refers to his appearance –you haven't met him before, so you've always seen this shape of his hot as fuck–; and you gently clasp his shoulder with your hand.

"Don't say that" you answer, softly. "They won't. They won't care if you have methalic legs or arms or a headset. They'd love you just the same, just like I do. It's what good families do".

Echo stays silent, thoughtfull. He shimmies forward in bed so that you're touching now; one of your thighs quickly moving over his hip and snuggling together, noses touching and nuzzling slowly.

"Would you?" He finally asks you. "Have kids?"

Your heart beats steadily inside your chest. You can't lie to him.

"Yes" you whisper, hand moving to caress his cheek delicately. You sigh, wishful, and you confess "I love watching you with Omega. You've just got the perfect ammount of gentleness, firmness, patience and honesty. I can't help but imagine you crouching down to explain something to a little Echo as well".

You kiss him sweetly and whisper in front of his lips "You'd be a great father, riduur".

Echo makes a sound with the back of his throat, pulling you tigther towards him. You close your eyes in the embrace.

Echo pictures it in his mind. A smaller version of himself and you, a perfect mix, running around and asking innocent questions to the both of you. How you'd look with him in your arms and how much you'd both love him. It's so beautiful in his mind it suddenly hurts for it not to be real.

Echo hums and conceeds.

"We can talk thorugh it seriously tomorrow" he agrees, pulling a radiant hopeful smile on your face "But right now it's late, and we both need to sleep".

You nod enthusiastically. You know you won't be able to for at least another hour, too excited at the possibility of your recents dream becoming true; but you'll just close your eyes and listen to his steady heartbeat.

You give his lips a peck and glance downwards. You tap his prosthetics with your index.

"You gonna take this today, mesh'la?" You ask him casually.

Once thing you have learned is that Echo doesn't like his physical problems to be treated as if he were made of glass. He understands the empathy; but it makes him uncomfortable, sometimes. By now, after two years together, you've already perfectioned your ways; and the best one is to just be normal about it, not to avoid it or tone it down. Echo's dissabled, but not uncapable. There's an abism of a difference.

"Yeah" Echo answers, moving to search the joints and attachments to abandon his prosthetic legs to the side. "My hips hurt today".

You hum and patiently wait for him to pull them off, leaving them carefully on the floor, before he rolls back towards you and you instanctly welcome him back into your arms.

You kiss him again and yawn.

"We'll take a warm bath tomorrow and I'll give you a nice massage afterwards" you offer, growing sleepy.

Echo smiles.

"You're too good to me" he whispers, cuddling closer.

You hum in disagreement.

"I'm as good as you deserve".

That night, you both dream of your own little family.

THE END.

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taraaaa! Two in one love, u can't complain! Hahahaha. I hope you liked them, they ended up really fluffy and sweet on my opinion.

I'll be writing either a Fives or Tech request next, stay stunned!

Xx,

Sky.

Back to general masterlist here!

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zoeykallus · 7 months

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Hi Zoey! How are you? I know you are a Tech girl and so am I. I thought maybe you can give us Tech girls some fun and fluff? Any scenario you want. I'm aware that you work a lot these days and don't have much time for writing anymore, and you are still drowning in requests, but maybe some self indulging Tech Fluff makes your day? Maybe something related to any holidays coming up around the time you get to read this? Take care of yourself, don't let anybody or anything get you down 💕

Aloha!

You know, this requests dates back to July, and Halloween is coming up. Not sure if I should laugh or cry about that 😅 And yeah, it's still the same. I'm sorry I'm so late with this!

Okay, that's actually really sweat, some Halloween themed Tech Fluff 🧡 Thanks for this request 😊🧡

Tech x Fem!Reader One-Shot - A First Date With Tech On Halloween

First Date/Shy Tech/Fluff/Slightly Suggestive/Shy Idiots In Love

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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>Master List<

He flinches as a hand lands heavily on his shoulder. Tech sighs softly and turns to face the owner of the hand. "Crosshair," Tech says, more or less surprised, pushing his goggles up the bridge of his nose with his index finger. "What are you wearing?" asks Crosshair who critically furrows his brows and gives his brother a questioning look. "A costume," Tech says matter-of-factly. "Yeah, I can see that, but why? Isn't tonight your first date with that chick you've had the hots for over months?" Tech looks at the Sniper and shakes his head, "Hots for her? I wouldn't call it that." Crosshair smirks, "What do you call it then?" Tech shrugs and says, "I admire her. I like her, her smile, the way she talks, her good heart." Crosshair laughs softly and says, "Oh, so you just so sneakily stole her shirt when we were all together at the beach, and regularly smelling it, hiding it under your pillow, because you totally just like her to a normal degree?" Tech freezes, blinks several times. He's an incredibly bad liar and when he answers his voice is way too high. "I don't know what you mean" Crosshair snickers. "Sure. Anyway," he says, pointing at Tech's outfit, "That still doesn't explain the costume"

Tech wears a black suit, cape and leather gloves, in his mouth a perfectly fitted, homemade set of fangs. "It's Halloween, when we were talking about it the other day she said she loves Halloween, the costumes, decorations, scary movies, well everything that goes with it." "And you're going as a vampire?" asks Crosshair critically. Tech smirks with one of the fangs briefly showing. "Not just any vampire," Tech says with a gloved, raised finger, "Dracula, the most powerful of all vampires." Crosshair crosses his slender arms in front of his chest and raises his brows. "Is there any particular reason for this choice?" Tech smiles dreamily and says, "The myth of the vampire is probably the most romanticized, I just hope she likes it." Crosshair laughs softly and says, "I think you mean sexualized." Techs ears turn red as he replies, "No, I didn't mean that at all" "Of course not" the Sniper replies sarcastically, shoving a couple of condoms into Tech's jacket pocket, "Anyway, just in case" Tech frowns, getting hot and cold. The thought alone makes him super nervous. He takes the condoms back out of his pocket and puts them on the shelf next to the sink. "I'm definitely not going to need these on a first date". Crosshair picks up the condoms and says, "Definitely not with that attitude. Either way, I wouldn't rule anything out if I were you, Dracula" and puts them back in Techs pocket again.

But Tech takes them out again and puts them back on the rack. "Don't do that. She's a decent woman, and I want to do this all right. No condoms on the first date," he grumbles, adjusting his goggles again. Crosshair rolls his eyes and says, "Let me guess, you've been reading another one of those guides that you're sticking to now?" Tech's ears turn red again, and he asks defiantly, "So what? I lack experience, what's wrong with getting some tips and information?" Crosshair grabs him by the shoulders and says emphatically, "Get it from me, not from the holonet" Tech sighs and says, "No offense, but your acquaintances rarely last longer than a weekend." "Because that's what I want," the Sniper grumbles. Tech sighs, "But I want... something real, lasting, something genuine, not a short adventure" Crosshair smiles and says, "She must be something special if she can coax uptight Tech out of his hiding place" Tech says indignantly, "I'm not uptight.... just a little shy and maybe a little picky" "And insecure, shy as a little baby and a virgin and-" Tech interrupts him angrily, "Stop it! You're making me more nervous than I already am!" Crosshair smiles mildly and says softly, "Sorry. Don't worry about it, you'll be fine, I'm sure the date will be great"

"You really think so?" asks Tech uncertainly, tugging at his clothes. "Yes, but only if you're on time for the date." Tech looks at his watch, startled. "Oh my gosh, I have to go!"

When Tech rings your doorbell, and you open the door for him, he looks breathless, as if he's been sprinting. He's a minute early, so he's not really late. You look him up and down. He looks great, his slender body in the black suit and cape. As he smiles at you, you also see the fangs. "What is this handsome vampire doing at my door?", you ask, playfully dramatic. You see his ears turn red and his smile widen a little. Then he shows his fangs for a second and says just as dramatically, "I came to have a taste of the supposedly sweetest blood there is, the blood of an angel"

You both chuckle and blush a little, while Tech nervously rubs the back of his neck.

Tech eyes you and your costume and smiles. "You look great," he says softly, "Very in character for you."

You wear a delicate white dress, little angel wings and a halo made of wire and gold foil. You have long thought about how you should dress up. Finally, you decided that you wanted to appear lovely and unobtrusive and chose this costume. "Thank you," you say, smiling broadly.

Tech wants to give you something.

At first, you think he's holding out a bouquet of flowers, but it's a lot of different Halloween candy, creatively arranged into a colorful bouquet that just looks like a bouquet of flowers. "Clever," you say delightedly, and accept the present with a smile on your face. "What a lovely idea!" Tech straightens, proud and pleased that both his costume and his token are well received by you. He enters the apartment after you invite him in. Your apartment is relatively dark, lit only by many small jack-o'-lanterns and a string of skeleton lights that snakes along the ceiling throughout the apartment. The whole apartment is decorated and the smell of a wonderful pumpkin soup wafts in from the kitchen. He follows you and can hardly believe his luck, his heart beating up to his neck as you grab his hand and gently pull him with you into the kitchen. You eat the soup together by candlelight and keep smiling at each other. Tech is unaccustomed to silence, but he smiles much more than usual, and your heart melts every time he shyly avoids your gaze only to look back at you. "This is delicious," he says, enthusiastically agreeing to a second serving. After dinner, you go into the living room where there are already two plates of cookies you baked yourself, in the shape of Halloween pumpkins with orange icing and in the shape of ghosts with white icing. Tech looks at your movie collection in amazement, you have tons of them on Holodisc, a huge shelf of them, most of them scary and horror movies from 'family friendly 'barely legally available'.

"You're really into Halloween and scary movies," he says with a smirk. "Do you want to pick the first movie?" you ask him. Tech spreads his arms and says, "If you'll bear with me, I'd love to. This is a huge collection, I'll have to take a closer look." Of course, he has his holopad with him and uses it to help him choose. He chooses an older film with practical effects. And during the movie, dear Tech slowly wakes up from his shy silence. He enthusiastically explains how most of the effects work and even bravely puts an arm around your shoulders when you get startled during one scene, not knowing you just played the scared girl. As Tech gestures wildly with his free arm to explain things, something falls out of his pocket and onto the floor. You both bend down and grab it at the same time. Three condoms. Tech's eyes are suddenly huge behind his goggles as you look at him. "Condoms?" you ask, surprised. "They're not mine," Tech blurts out in near panic. "You carry around other people's condoms?" you ask, raising an eyebrow in amusement. Tech hastily straightens up and puts the condoms back in his jacket pocket.

"Crosshair," he mumbles to himself, looks at you and says, "My brother must have slipped these into my pocket when I didn't notice. They're really not mine. I didn't have any ulterior motives, I promise. Except for the arm around your shoulders and maybe a chaste goodnight kiss, later." You smile, suppressing a grin. He was adorably cute looking at you, so nervous and shy. "Okay." "Okay?" he asks softly. " That means I believe you, Tech." He smiles in relief, leans back again and gently puts his arm around your shoulder once more. "Are you okay?" you ask quietly. "Of course, everything's fine," he says hastily, tightening his shoulders. A little calmer he adds, "You know, I want to do this right, our date, that thing between us. I'm not interested in rushing into anything or having a fleeting adventure." You lean against him and put your arms around him, whereupon he lets out a shaky breath.

He suddenly laughs softly, as if getting rid of some nervous tension. "I like that," you say quietly, leaning against his chest. "Very good," Tech says contentedly, "Then nothing can get in the way of that good night kiss later." You grin to yourself and say softly, "Perhaps even two kisses?". Tech clears his throat and says just as softly, "That's not really customary as far as I know, but we could make an exception"

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moonlightdarlings · 10 months

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giving them a surprise hug | the bad batch

a/n: pics not mine! this was genuinely relaxing to write! i’m so sorry this is late- i had such bad writers block and i didn’t want to post anything that i'm not proud of. nonnie, i hope this meets what you wanted and of course, thank you for requesting 🫶🏼🥰

crosshair

the shock! the surprise! he didn't expect you, of all people, to come up and suddenly hug him. it's all very welcome though since he absolutely adores you, but you don't know that. his crush on you is just amplified when you make moves on him.

"get off me. do you have glue on your arms or something?"

“no. you’re stuck with me,” you defiantly replied, “whether you like it or not.”

“well…uh. you’re welcome to stay in my arms,” he softy mumbles.

later in the day, he ends up spilling to you that he’s liked you since you first insulted him. he’s just glad you’re as crazy about him as he is about you.

tech

he doesn’t know how to respond when you come behind him and hug him. he definitely knows that his heart beats faster with you around but he’d rather keep that to himself. he's so in love with you and he's such a softie.

“may i ask why you are hugging me?”

“i like you, tech.”

oh. OH. his brain stops functioning a little after hearing before asking, “did i hear that right?”

he smiles softly to himself as he whispers back, "i like you too, darling." you don't know yet, but he's already daydreaming about the moments you'll share together as a couple.

echo

echo thinks you're so cute when you ran in front of him to give him a massive hug. but somehow, your hugs always last a little longer each time. he knows you have a crush on him, and he knows his feelings toward you.

"you're comfy."

"oh? does that make me your new pillow then?" he teased.

"perhaps..." you muse.

his eyes soften upon realizing that you'd be his forever, quietly whispering, "i think i love you."

"did you say something, echo?"

he smiles at you in response, no words are needed for his feelings anymore.

wrecker

as someone who likes both you and physical affection, wrecker is so happy about the hug. he's not shocked either about you coming to his side and hugging him. in fact, he appreciated your hug as he had just finished a mission that involved high-stress levels and heights.

“just what i needed.”

“what?” you inquire, “a hug? or you mean- my hug?”

"well- i mean, your hugs do feel nice but i prefer your hugs."

you glance up at him, smiling softly as you admire how pretty his eyes are. he knows you're staring, and he knows that you're definitely his future. you make him feel at home, truly loved and that's a bonus in his eyes.

hunter

he’s always admired you from afar. due to his heightened senses, he wasn’t too shocked about you sneaking up behind him, wrapping your arms around his chest. he relished the moments with you, as life seemed to slow down when he was with you.

“oh? what’s this?”

“just a hug for my favorite person,” you giggle, “you’re warm.”

"my waist is free real estate..uh if you'd like another hug?" he states slowly, scratching the back of his neck, not knowing what to do with his hands now that they aren't around you.

you end up confessing your crushes to each other at the same time.

a/n: hi! this is later than i would've preferred to post this, but late is better than never :) i really loved writing the dialogue for this and i was inspired by the kdramas i'm currently invested in! i hope you enjoy and thanks for reading 🫶🏼

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sinfulsalutations · 11 months

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𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕙 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕤 𝕒 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 ⋆*･ﾟ

Burnouts are not something Tech likes to admit has happened to him.

He has to be functioning properly at all times, be useful at all times. It’s part of his purpose of creation, he believes.

But sometimes he gets so tired and stressed and just… needs to regenerate his energy.

Burnt out Tech sits in the cockpit late at night, mindlessly working on something, mumbling to himself or you how he ‘needs to get this done, just give me a moment, I’ll come back to bed…’

He won’t come back to bed unless you physically drag him there.

Burnt out Tech doesn’t wear his goggles and splashes his face in water frequently, grimacing to himself.

Trying to sneak in self care throughout the routine without deferring from whatever his squad needs him to do.

If he manages to catch you alone and he doesn’t feel like he needs to do anything, this boy will knock out.

Hold onto you and snuggle up, snoring loudly with all his limbs spread out over you.

Let him be the little spoon, he just needs the comfort and reassurance he’s doing a good job.

Brushing loose strands of hair behind his ear while he goes completely silent, tracing patterns into your skin.

‘It’s ok to need a break sometimes, Tech. You’re not a droid. We all need some time to relax and get back up on our feet when things become too much,’ you tell him.

‘I don’t want to be a burden on people that need me.’

‘Your brothers will understand. I understand. It’s okay. Just sleep, okay? I’ll make you food when you wake up.’

Tech will never sleep more peacefully than in your arms that night.

a/n: i wanna expand on this/tech’s autism and overstimulating more, but these are just some thoughts i had. might post more tonight as i’m getting on a plane back home, so possibly expect that too 🤍 ~ tags: @pb-jellybeans @corrieguards @badbatchbabe @ladytano420 @jediknightjana @sleepycreativewriter @shinyshayminflower @heidi-lc28 @thebahdbitch

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thejediscrolls · 1 year

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You Drew Stars

Tech x Jedi reader

Unrequited love is a real bantha

Angst / Slow burn / Fluff

Pt 1 of You Drew Stars

Everything… Our home… Our lives… It was all gone. Sunk to the bottom of the sea.

Kamino had became a second home to me when I was first assigned to my squad, Clone Force 99. Otherwise known as the bad batch. The council thought my presence would help the team to be less wreckless, but they were once again wrong.

I did my best to take care of my team, to keep them safe with each battle we were faced with. In time they came to feel the same, our once shaky team became a family.

The few years were filled with funny moments and sad ones from losing friends along the way. My life had been as simple as it could be thrust into a war… That is until order 66.

Everything became messy back then. I ran away that day with Kanan as we fled from the clones we once called friends who were hunting us. I managed to get him somewhere safe before our paths parted. It meant what we wanted, the two of us with our only connections to our lives before and the Jedi. I had to leave the young Padawan, the only safest option to keep our identities hidden. I prayed to the force every night that he was safe as I continued to my journey to find my squad. To somehow reason with them… Months passed before I was able to track down my makeshift family.

When I found them in that dingy bar, I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. It was like the missing pieces in my heart were put back together. Hugs and greetings were made and I still remember the shock I felt when Tech gently wrapped his arms around me.

“It’s good to see you again General.”

It was no secret between the squad that I had a particular soft spot for the intelligent clone. It happened slowly through our days of war and the only thing to keep me from curling in on myself were long conversations with him of absolutely anything. Those moments were carried with me in my recent days of being alone.

“I am no longer your General.” I joked.

“Impossible. You will always be our general.” Was his simple reply.

I smiled into his armor, “I missed you to, Tech.”

It didn’t take long to relise that they were on the run from the empire as well. They told me about how they found out chips were implanted in the heads of every clone trooper forcing them to follow order 66. A heavy weight left my chest from hearing that it wasn’t truly them, but returned just the same thinking about all the poor clones out there who have to commit such atrocities… Then they told me about Crosshair and the feeling of pain only grew.

Though I did meet a new friend by the name of Omega. She was a sweet girl with a brilliant mind and I quickly took her under my wing. Absolutely no one would hurt this bright soul.

From that moment on we spent months chasing after adventures throughout the galaxy and working under Sid. Sid however, knew nothing of me being a Jedi and I’d like to keep it that way.

Everything was different, but not different in a bad way. Our family grew closer as we slowly learned what we could be apart from war. Tech and I grew closer, noticed by all especially Wrecker who seemed to tease Tech any chance he got. I still remember the first time I fully opened my grief to Tech.

It was just after Camino being destroyed, Crosshair staying behind once again for his beliefs, destruction surrounded us all. It was odd that it was in that moment that what we have lost hit me in an aching force.

“I can’t breathe.” The words barely got out as I held on one of the crates lodged in the back of the ship, “I can’t-”

Everything was shaking as if an earthquake was occurring in that very room. It wasn’t until later that I realized it was because of me and my heightened emotions causing an imbalance in the force.

“It is quite normal to be experiencing lack of breath do to an accelerated heart rate. By my calculations you are having a panic attack.”

“Tech.” I pleaded with the clone.

“I apologize… I’m afraid the only thing to stop your condition is to get your heart rate down.”

“How?” I cried out, a wooden crate crumbling into pieces on the other side of the wall.

I didn’t notice the way Hunter entered the room or Tech silently nodding at him to wait outside.

“Everything is gone! Our home is gone! My friends are… Crosshair… The Jedi… My master Secura. My force, Master Billaba didn’t deserve to die either! If only I had stayed to help her, but instead I ran. And your home didn’t deserve to be destroyed! Everything! Everything is just… Gone.”

“You are not gone. I am not gone.” He spoke softly, “Neither is Hunter, Omega, Wrecker, Echo, or Crosshair wherever he may be… And you didn’t run. You helped your friend’s padawan escape, you saved that kid.”

My breathing began to slow down as I took in his words. He was right in a way… We were not gone.

“As for our home is not gone either because a place doesn’t make a home-” He took a small breath, “We make each other a home.”

“Tech…” I spoke his name as soft as a gentle breeze.

“Your heart rate seems back to normal. How do you feel?” He asked.

I wiped the sticky tears from my face as I took a breath, “Better.”

I gave him a soft smile, one he returned.

I think that was the moment my heart began to beat a little faster for the tall trooper. He gave me a feeling that I have only ever felt before I was taken in by the council. When I was, but youngling held close to my mother’s side… A feeling of comfort and home.

My feelings only grew stronger from there as I slowly came to the terms that I was in love with Tech… A problem in and of itself and so here I was trying to solve my problems in a bucket of mantell mix.

“I don’t know what to do Hunter.” I sighed, “Jedi were forbidden to form any attachements… But I am no longer a Jedi under the council.”

“You could always just tell him.” He suggested.

“Have you met your brother? I can barely touch him without the poor man freaking out. Imagine just suddenly telling him I like him… He would go into shock! No, I need to do this slowly… Ease into it maybe?”

“That seems… Stupid.” He chuckled and I followed it with a sigh.

“It’s the only option I have. I don’t want to ruin our friendship by suddenly confessing and I don’t even know if he likes me back yet.” My shoulders slumped, “Oh my force, what if he doesn’t even like me back?”

“I highly doubt that.” Hunter muttered under his breath.

“Come again?” I asked not hearing him.

“Nothing.” Hunter shook his head as he stood up, “Why don’t you try openly showing how you feel and see if he returns it.”

My brows furrowed, “Like flirting?”

Hunter nodded, “Yeah. Although I think it’s stupid to not just admit your feelings, but it’ll give you confidence and when you feel comfortable to confess, do it.”

Wreckers voice echoed throughout the cantina signaling their arrival.

“Oh look who’s back.” Hunter smirked as he patted my shoulder as he left, “Good luck.”

I took a breath before sliding off my stool to greet the other half of our team. I slid in beside Tech, his eyes barely glancing up from his holopad.

“General.” He greeted with ease.

“Tech.” I mused as I carefully pushed the holopad down from where he had it so close to his face.

I could see the confusion and slight embarrassment in his eyes, “How was the mission? I have no doubt you handled it perfectly as you always do, yes?”

“Ah…” He trailed off and I could see his nervousness already starting to rise and I hadn’t even touched him yet.

It was honestly adorable in a way that embodies Tech. I waited patiently for his response in no means of retreating. He was just about to answer just as Omega wrapped me up in a hug.

“You wouldn’t believe the adventure we had!” She smiled as I returned her hug, “There was this huge sea beast and Tech whipped the ship so fast it we almost crashed into a cliff!”

“You what?” Hunter stepped in causing Omega to pull away from and towards him.

“I wouldn’t say crash. I had everything perfectly under control.” Tech intervened.

“Yeah!” She grinned.

“Tech crashing? I’d never believe that.” I glanced back up at Tech with a cheeky grin.

“Indeed.” Tech’s lips twitched upward slightly in return.

If anyone would ask me describe Tech’s eyes. I would say it felt like the warmest of hugs when he would wrap me into his gaze. I thought maybe… Just maybe…

We could be.

“Say… Do you want to go get something to eat?” I asked him hoping that he would agree and we could get some time alone.

“Oh I’m starving! But only if you’re cooking!” Wrecker boomed.

I couldn’t even be angry at the big teddy bear when he rubbed his stomach as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Even though I know fully well that they are because, I made them the food.

I let out a breathy laugh, “Well we should get going then.”

Our family was crazy messy and dramatic, but it was perfect… Until it wasn’t.

“Before you guys go I have another mission for you! It involves one of my informants.” Sid waved at us to follow her into her office.

As we walked by the bar, I grabbed my mantel mix and handed it to Omega so that she could have something to snack on before dinner.

“Thank you!” She accepted the treat, happily shoving a handful in her mouth and passing the box to Wrecker so he could eat.

“She’s going to turn into Wrecker with her eating habits.” Tech sighed.

“I don’t know… She has quite a bit of each of your personalities.” I smiled gently at him as we entered the office, “If it’s any consolation, I like your personality the best.”

He fixed his glasses nervously, “I am intelligent so it’s only natural that you would think so.”

“I wouldn’t see it any other way.” I replied.

“Well now that you’re all here, this is my informant.” Sid motioned to the chair and we all directed our attention to the beautiful woman sitting in it.

“The name’s Phee.” She grinned.

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neyswxrld · 4 months

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a taste of tech

Tech x reader (gn)

summary: Making broken chocolate with Tech!

warnings: none, just fluff

word count: ~740

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a/n: this is the sixteenth fic for my advent calendar and my excuse to shamelessly picture tech with a chef's hat.

When you asked Tech if he wanted to make broken chocolate with you, you didn't expect him to go into full Chocolatier mode.

But then again - it was Tech. What else did you expect?

And that is how you're standing here in your kitchen. While he even chose to wear an apron and a chef's hat, you're lucky you found a similar pair of socks to wear in the morning.

"You know that making broken chocolate isn't a piece of art?" you ask him, a little bit stunned. Even though you think he is slightly overdressed, you still have to admit that he looks absolutely cute with his hat.

"Yes, it is. The chocolate can't get too hot. Otherwise, it won't taste good. And it won't have that beautiful shimmer. On the other hand, the chocolate can not be too cold, or it will be too liquid and the swirls won't look good," he explains, carefully helping you to unwrap some of the chocolate bars and placing them on the baking tray.

"I pre-heated the oven already. That means we won't have to wait for so long until everything is melted," he informs you, going to work right after and putting the tray in the hot oven.

You aren't surprised as he even pulls a thermometer out of his apron's pocket and puts the one end next to the chocolate while he sticks the other end with the small display to the door.

"Have you already thought about how your chocolate pieces will look like?" you ask him, turning around and scanning all the different ingredients you took out of the cabinet while he was dressing up.

"I rather thought about how it will taste. I wanted to put some freeze-dried strawberries and raspberries on it, with a breeze of finely chopped nuts. And maybe, in the end, I have to try and put some salted sticks to a single corner. Wrecker said I should try that, but I am not sure about it, and, admittedly, confused about his preference of a sweet and salty mixture of a snack," he says, putting his thumb and a finger on his chin while thinking. "What about you?"

"Oh, I don't know yet. Maybe I'll try some sprinkles and edible glitter. Or I could make a snowman!" you think aloud, shrugging your shoulders in the end.

"Excellent idea. I think it will look perfectly fine," he encourages you while going over to the oven again, looking at the thermometer.

After some minutes, he pulls out the tray again, placing it carefully on the counter.

"Here," he says, giving you a toothpick and starting to make some swirls, mixing the light and the dark chocolate together.

You do the same, careful that the white chocolate doesn't get too many dark swirls. After that, both of you silently start to decorate your halves of the tray, and while Tech's side is starting to look very tasty and unbelievably pretty, you feel like a unicorn pooped on yours. Maybe -just maybe- it was too much glitter.

Nevertheless, it's about the taste and not about how it looks. You keep telling yourself, at least trying not to let yourself bring down your mood.

Tech looks like he's enjoying himself, and you wouldn't bring his mood down by saying how unsatisfied you are with your side, either.

After quite some time, during which you started to get demotivated by the minute, Tech finally finishes too and happily looks down at his and your creation.

"Now, we just have to let it cool down," he explains, putting the tray in the fridge.

As soon as he turns around, your moroseness fades as quickly as it came.

On his cheek, Tech has some chocolate smeared around, which makes you grin widely.

Before he can even ask why you're grinning like a madman, you almost jump him.

"Taste test!" you laugh airily, licking a wet stripe across his cheek, "cleaning" the chocolate off his face.

Immediately, a sweet taste mixed with the flavor of berries and hazelnuts carries across your tongue. Tech's decision to add those ingredients really was a good one.

"How does it taste?" he asks, a little bit confused.

"Hm... You're sweet like ever. With a little bit of chocolate flavor," you smirk, wiping your sleeve across his cheek carefully. You enjoy the pink shimmer that paints his cheeks, placing a last small kiss on them.

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spacesurfing · 2 years

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Roommate of His Bubble

Tech x Reader Fluff

Summary: Your latest mission was tense and stressful. Time to get comfy and find your favorite cuddle buddy.

Warnings: none

GIF NOT MINE!!

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Fuck, it had been a long day. You didn't even bother to clean off your twin blasters as you set them down on the floor next to Tech's bunk. It was where you usually laid down your armor and weapons. He never minded, he actually was happy with the habit you had made out of keeping everything there. He always seemed to want to inspect your gear himself, modify it if he took an interest in one of the parts.

Every thunk of the armor hitting the floor made you wanna groan in utter relief. You had been getting used to the heavy pieces of plastoid that you carried around on missions - it didn't mean that you wanted the armor weight on you constantly though.

You never quite understood why the guys kept their on. Of course Tech liked taking off everything above the torso when he knew we'd be completely unbothered for a while. Crosshair was the same with the top half of his. If Hunter or Wrecker were taking any of it off, usually they'd just take off all of it. And Echo was hardly seen without his on.

You never were around the guys long enough after a mission to care to keep yours on. You'd been able to get lounge clothes (though it was against regulation, you frankly didn't have a shit to give) and you wore them whenever you had the chance. There were times while on shore leave that you'd keep your armor on just to blend in with other soldiers or to practice carrying all that weight normally. But you were always a sucker for taking it all off and getting cozy around the ship. The Havoc in which you considered your home certainly didn't have a "home"-like smell, but inside was your family. Not an organized family, but it was close enough.

You slipped your boots off, removing your flight suit and everything else to get comfortable. Putting on an actually clean pair of underwear and a breast-band, slipping on Tech's favorite pair of shorts (at least his favorite pair that didn't show your ass off like a trophy) and a black t-shirt he kept in his possession. And of course socks because you would never step around in that ship barefoot even if it was a life or death situation.

You left the small portion of the ship that housed your bunks and saw the boys all around the main hull. Tech was sitting at the mini booth he had set up - after you guys started basically living on the ship due to excess missions, he thought there should at least be somewhere for him to work (and because you wanted a seating area). Echo sat across from him with an e-book on a datapad. Crosshair took his normal seat in the darkest corner of the room, watching over everyone while stroking his rifle with a rag. The universe would be a much different place if he ever thought of putting the thing down. Hunter must've been in the cockpit, getting some piece and quiet from the boys and Wrecker - Wrecker must've also been in the cockpit but that surprised you. Usually the Sergeant wasn't sane enough after missions to keep him around.

You smile and waved at Crosshair like you always did when he was brooding, watching him return a playful smile. It was one that meant he was comfortable around you, he only ever gave those gestured to the boys. It made your heart warm when Hunter had pointed it out.

Your attention returned the the silent Echo and the almost silent Tech if it wasn't for the occasion mumbling to himself. He did it when he was working very often. When he had did it for the first time in front of you, you were convinced he actually wanted to chat or tell you what he was doing, so you listened. You found it cute.

Moving over to the table, you sat down on the semi-hard seats, seeing what Tech was so focused on. He had a few pieces of metal scattered around the durasteel table, tools and such set to the side. His little mess of organized chaos made absolutely no sense to you whatsoever. Whatever he was working on, it had wires everywhere and - were those curved plates?

It looked like an explosive to you, very close to one actually as he started fixing wires together, metal screws and bolts connecting in his head as he pieced parts together - he made it look so simple, almost as if he was building furniture. Without a manual. Nevermind; he was the manual.

You wanted him to hold you, you always did after missions like the ones you just went on. Everything was a bit scary afterward, getting into the habit of replaying every scene, every moment where the whole mission could've derailed. He was your form of stress relief, just in the body of a chatty nerd that never wanted to lay down and itched to do something with his hands constantly. Scanning your eyes over his body, his feet were planted as his legs were in a manspread, arms out at the table working nimbly with his talented hands.

You had a brilliant idea. You scootched over to Tech, basically on your hands and knees as you ducked your head under his arm. Your movement earned a questioning hum from him. His arms stopped moving at the wires. You could tell by the way they were held out straight in front of him that whatever antics you were pulling had gained his full attention.

You felt him watching you as you slipped your body between his and the table, wrapping your arms around his torso, your knees resting on the booth on either side of him. Sitting on his lap, you nuzzled your cheek into his chest, bare of all armor. The plastoid on his thighs weren't the most comfortable seat, but feeling the warmth of Tech all around you made it bearable.

He relaxed his shoulders after you let out a heavy exhale, closing your eyes and just sitting against him.

Maker, you looked adorable under his arms and Tech had to use all of his power to work on not wrapping his arms around you. He wanted to get his shock-wave grenade done before landing so he could present it to the GAR. It would be smarter to have a larger shockwave (even if the people deploying it would require a good arm) but wanted to be the one to craft it. He knew if he only suggested the idea to the GAR, they'd take months to get it approved and months to create it. So he thought he'd just make his own.

Tech relaxed himself, continuing to work on his small project while his chin rested atop your head, feeling the soft strands of hair under his jaw. He could work like this, with you holding onto him like a Ewok. You had the same teddy bear softness as one, and the cute noises you made when you were angry or the way you got all curious when seeing new things while on missions.

The cogs in his mind were turning at a faster pace, encouraged by the fact that he had someone waiting for him to cuddle, tucked into his little bubble of concentration he'd formed long ago. He never expected his small bubble of personal space to ever be invaded or shared. But he soon can to realize that sharing it with you was everything he'd ever wanted.

You were able to snuggle into him whenever while he was working and he enjoyed it a lot more than he expressed. When you spoke, he put his datapad down to listen. And not some half-ass listening - real listening and commenting. You were new terrain for him, making him open his arms wide to welcome you into his once introverted lifestyle. Introverted not meaning that he didn't like interacting with people, just that he liked being alone more often than not.

But with you wrapping your arms around him, tucked into his lap, simply resting your head against him - he'd let you invade his personal space every day he continued to breathe if it meant he got to feel this happy. He usually questioned your every action, but he didn't want to question you in the fear you would move.

And you didn't.

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Sweet Like Candy

Wrecker x GN!Reader

Summary: Wrecker is absolutely enamored with you as the attendant of the Mantell Mix he and Omega frequent. The only problem is that the two of you don’t speak the same language.

Warnings: none! Just some fluffy Wrecker!

Author’s Note: listen I have a lot of trouble seeing Wrecker as anything but friend-shaped but here ya Wrecker lovers go 🤟💛

It was well established among the squad that Wrecker had a sweet tooth. Any kind of sugary snack, dessert, sweet treat - he was all over it. None of his brothers really cared for things like that, and when Omega came into the picture with a taste for sugar to rival his own, that’s when the traditional post-mission Mantell Mix trip began.

Like clockwork a pair of regular customers would show up at your Mantell Mix stand. You had a lot of trouble figuring out just how they knew each other; at first you’d assumed they were father and child, but watching them together, you’d almost think the relationship was more fraternal than anything.

The duo would always get the original mix, but the little one liked to go over all of the options available to her. While she pondered the choices, the large man she came with would try to talk to you. Try being the operative word; most of his attempts didn’t make much sense to you, and you were fairly certain he was speaking another language altogether.

You usually just smiled through it until the girl ultimately decided to stick with the original mix. Serving them their Mantell Mix and sending the bill to Cid Scaleback, you waved as they walked away, the girl chattering happily and the man turning to look back over his hulking shoulder.

Wrecker was pretty sure the pretty Mantell Mix merchant was mute or maybe deaf. They never said anything, just smiled at him. Not that he wasn’t happy with just that, he was overjoyed every time they smiled at him.

Now, Tech definitely does not like Mantell Mix. He appreciates the tradition Wrecker and Omega have established, but wasn’t sure why Wrecker always looked a little more flushed when they returned.

He wasn’t sure why, at least until Wrecker begged him to come along after their latest mission. As they approached the stand, you quirked an eyebrow up, inspecting the newcomer.

Tech could see why Wrecker was always a little different, emotionally, at least, after they visited the stand, but he still wasn’t sure why Wrecker had pleaded for his presence.

“Wrecker, why am I here?” Tech asked quietly, pulling Wrecker aside while Omega looked over the different variations.

“Look at ‘em, Tech! I need you to help me talk to them,” he begged.

“Can’t you just talk with them? Or if you really cannot, have Omega speak to them.”

Wrecker groaned. “I think they’re deaf and I suck at sign language but you’re really good at it!”

Tech sighed, but returned to you, and you smiled sweetly.

“What is it you’d like to say, Wrecker?”

“Ner gai cuyir Wrecker. Ni mirdir gar cuyir mesh'la bal Ni copad at kar'taylir gar gai,” he said, almost reverently, never breaking eye contact with you.

You smiled warmly at Wrecker, but Tech’s brow furrowed, turning to look at his brother like he’d sprouted an extra head.

“Tech!” Wrecker whined. “Rejorhaa'ir val!”

Tech sighed again, far too tired for all of this.

He cleared his throat.

“I apologize for my brother,” he started. “In his emotional state triggered by your presence and appearance, he seems to have slipped into our other native language, Mando’a, instead of speaking to you in Galactic Basic. However, I will translate as he has asked me to, just not from Basic to sign language, as he previously believed you to be deaf.”

Wrecker sputtered and looked wide eyed between you and Tech, his face turning a bright red.

“What he just said to you was ‘my name is Wrecker. I think you are beautiful and I want to know your name.’ When I did not begin to translate, he told me ‘Tech, tell them.’”

You felt a little blush spread across your face. You tell him your name, and the kid laughs.

“I could’ve told you that, Wrecker! They have a name badge!”

“It’s nice to officially meet you, Wrecker,” you say, the grin spread wide across your face as you hold your hand out.

Tech pulls at Wrecker’s shoulder to whisper into his ear something in that other language, Mando’a that you can’t quite make out.

Wrecker takes your hand, and instead of the handshake you were expecting he presses an extremely delicate kiss on your knuckles.

“It’s good to meet you, too,” he whispers, finally in Basic.

Tech takes Omega back to Cid’s and Wrecker stays the rest of your shift with you, a soft smile and dreamy look in his eyes, as his gaze never leaves yours.

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The Sergeants's Senator | Prologue

Summary: The Bad Batch has a newly added member of the team who can't seem to stop asking questions.

Warning: none

Pairing: Hunter x Fem!Reader Senator

Type: Short Series

Word Count: 1.1k words

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Note: In honor of the trailer dropping today, I have decided to release the first part earlier than anticipated! New chapters should come out consistently because the whole story is already written.

(THIS CHAPTER TAKES PLACE AFTER ORDER 66 AND DURING THE FIRST EPISODE OF SEASON 1 OF BAD BATCH FOR THOSE CURIOUS.)

The Marauder was flying silently through hyperspace with a final destination locked into the coordinates. The four remaining members of Clone Force 99 had just narrowly escaped Kamino, leaving behind one of their own. But luckily, they had gained another.

It was a little girl who was named Omega. She had taken an interest in Clone Force 99 upon the return of their mission on Kallar. It was later revealed to them that she was a clone just like them, which inclined them to bring her along with them as they fled Kamino and the newly established Empire.

Now, having just narrowly made an escape, Tech was flying the ship somewhere else. He put in the coordinates for a desolate planet and made sure to hold the wheel steadily as he steered. They'd be heading for Saleucami. Echo sat beside him in the co-pilot seat.

Behind the pilot's seat, Wrecker was sitting beside one of the control panels and Omega sat in the seat across from his. The two of them were talking quietly to themselves, sharing how exciting their escape had just been.

In the background, Hunter silently turned around in his place to exit the cockpit. He wanted to be alone, which meant leaving the others for a short time. Unbeknownst to him, Omega watched him walk away with curious eyes. She wondered if she should follow him.

Now Hunter walked into the backroom where their bunks were located. He lowered himself to sit on his own bunk, leaning forward to rest his forearms on his legs. He sat in silence even though a million thoughts and voices were filling his head.

In the background, Omega had poked her head into the doorway. She made sure not to be seen, but she wanted to see what he was up to. He thought a moment longer before reaching into his back pocket to retrieve a small device. His thumb brushed against the button, pressing it gently to activate the holo-photo.

From Omega's perspective, she wasn't able to see the face of the person in the hologram. She only saw the back of the person's head and the back of the long dress. Her eyes shifted upwards slightly to see Hunter's reaction.

For some reason, there were tears brimming in the corners of his eyes as he stared down at the hologram. His shoulders hunched over; his head drooping low until his chin rested against his chest. He clutched the device tightly. A broken sob escaped past his lips.

Just then, Omega's shoulders seemed to relax at her sides at the sight. She forced herself to take a single step into the room with the desire of wanting to comfort him. However, at the sound of her approaching footsteps, Hunter clicked the hologram off and stuffed it back into his pocket quickly. He sniffled once to hide the tears that nearly streamed down his face. He avoided eye contact with her.

"Who is she?" Omega inquired innocently. Her eyes shined with sympathy for him.

With some hesitation, Hunter quickly glanced at her through the corner of his eye. The walls he built started to come back up once again. He chose to not say anything and redirected his attention elsewhere. But Omega pressed on.

"She looks pretty," Omega's voice hinted at a small smile. She took another step towards him. She tried to meet his gaze, but he continued to avoid her. "Is she a princess?"

"Look kid," Hunter interrupted her. He released a loud sigh. "I don't really want to talk about her."

"O-Okay," Omega nodded her head understandingly. She wondered if he was just tired since it had been a long day. "Maybe some other time."

"No, I mean...I don't want to talk about her," Hunter reinforced his words. He looked her dead in the eyes. "Not now, not ever."

Although Omega had a million questions circling around her head, she thought it would be better to remain quiet in this particular situation. She gave a single nod of the head understandingly, choosing to drop the subject despite her curiosity. She took a step back to give him space.

Leaving the backroom, Omega went back into the cockpit to join the others silently. The door slid closed behind her. She flopped down into one of the seats, which earned a glance from Wrecker who sat in the seat beside her. She took her time to glance at each of the three clones sitting in the cockpit, wondering how much they knew about the situation with the sergeant.

"Who was she?" Omega inquired one final time.

Upon hearing her question, Omega noticed how Tech's shoulders tensed and his grip on the wheel tightened. She also saw how Echo had looked over to Tech as if expecting him to provide an explanation. Now turning to Wrecker, Omega saw the blank expression on his face and how his eyes stared off into nothing. They pondered her question in silence.

"Listen kid," Echo spoke up first. He looked over his shoulder from his seat. "It's an awfully long story. And I'm not sure if we should be the ones telling it."

"Hunter won't say anything," Omega said rather sadly. She shrugged her shoulders. "It's like he doesn't want to talk about her."

"Well, I don't blame him. It's hard to talk about what happened. He's still processing it," Echo defended.

"He's been processing for a while," Wrecker claimed with a groan. He tried to recall how long it had been since it all happened. "It's been two years already."

"Some wounds never heal," Echo replied to this sorrowfully.

"What did happen?" Omega pressed again. She only received silence from them.

For a moment, Echo thought about answering the question. The wheels were turning in his head, processing what kind of response he could come up with. But it wouldn't have been a simple one.

"Let's just say," Tech interrupted his train of thought. "Clones are not supposed to form attachments. And Hunter did."

"With her?" Omega clarified.

"That would be the only logical explanation as to why he has a hologram of her, isn't it?" Tech replied as his usual self. He received a sharp glare from Echo.

"Did he fall in love with her?" Omega wondered. The three clones felt their breaths catch in the back of their thoughts upon hearing the weighted question.

"It...depends on how you define love," Tech tried to convince her.

"Tech," Echo warned him with a hard look.

"Fine," Tech brushed it off with a roll of the eyes. "He did love her...in his own way."

"So what happened to her?" Omega asked sadly.

"Perhaps it would easier if we did tell you," Tech thought. He contemplated for a moment. "We do have a long journey ahead of us."

With that, Omega sat up in her chair with a beaming smile on her face. She leaned forward with anticipation, lowering her eyebrows onto the tops of her knees. She listened intently as the clones began to tell their rendition of the story that happened so long ago.

CHAPTER ONE HERE

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oceansssblue · 4 months

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ONE-SHOTS NOT INCLUDED IN A GROUP OF SERIES/THEMATIC AS THE ONES BELOW. INDEPENDENT AND TELLING THEIR STORY IN JUST ONE POST.

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–"ONE HUG AWAY" HUNTER/READER 💔💖

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SMALL (AND DIFFERENT) ONE-SHOTS IN WHICH YOUR BAD BATCH BOYFRIEND HELPS YOU (OR DISTRACTS YOU) TO GET OVER YOUR ANXIETY AND STRESS.

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CROSSHAIR HATES THE IDEA OF EXCHANGING HIS BODY WITH HIS SOULMATE. HE'S A SOLDIER, FOR MAKERS SAKE.

ECHO'S SOULMATE THINKS SHE WONT EVER FIND THE PERSON WHOSE NAME IS MARKED ON HER SKIN; HUNTER'S SOMEHOW A CREEPY STALKER, WRECKER'S WEAK IN COMPARISSON TO HIS, AND TECH IS, AS ALWAYS, THE TEACHER.

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After Reading your stories again, damn, I missed them, they were so good and fun :D

So I've got this head canon that Echo wears his headset to improve his hearing (which got bad after getting blown up).

So what about it got damaged and tech needs some time to repair it. In the meanwhile the reader tries to help him get along with his impaired hearing. (And maybe they found out something about their feelings in the process ;)

I just love your one shots and Echo is just my favorite ^^°

And as always, just have fun and don't feel pushed to do anything which you don't like to.

Aloha my dear!

So nice to still have you around! I'm glad you are still enjoying my stuff 😊

And again, sorry for the long wait! Let me see what I can do for you...

Echo x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Without Words

Warnings: Mostly Fluff (Possible Trigger: Mentioned Hearing Loss)

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"Do you really have to do this now?" asks Echo critically, frowning unwillingly as Tech sets about taking the headset off him. He feels uncomfortable, his eyes wandering to the clock again and again. He's excited enough as it is, it won't be long until your second date, and he wants to be on time, especially he doesn't want you to notice any more of his problems. It's enough that you know about his legs and his arm, he doesn't really want to reveal his hearing loss to you right away. Not yet. He wants to wait for the right moment, but when is the right moment for that anyway? Tech says matter-of-factly as always, "You want the problems fixed as soon as possible, don't you? It won't take long." Echo sighs somberly. "Yeah, I do, but I'm about to meet her". "Oh? A second date?" asks Tech, surprised. Echo says grumpily, "Don't act surprised, she simply likes me". Tech shrugs and says nonchalantly, "Our squad rarely has prospects of a romantic nature, by that I mean all of us, not just you" Echo laughs softly and says, "She's only dating me though, and I'm certainly not going to share that girl with you" "If you did, that would be weird too" Tech notes dryly.

He loosens the last screws and takes off the headset. Echo blinks a few times, hearing a low hiss he always hears when he's not wearing the headset. "This feels like shit," he grumbles, only partially able to hear his own voice as he does so. He feels Tech tap him on the shoulder and follows his finger pointing, in your direction. You've arrived earlier than scheduled. He sees your smile and can't help it, he has to smile too. "Hi," Echo says softly, almost timidly, and raises his hand in greeting, a gesture you return. But then you say something to him and all he can hear are muffled, distorted sounds that barely penetrate through the constant static noise. Echo raises both hands toward his ears, shakes his head and shrugs helplessly. "I can barely hear anything," he says louder than usual, and it feels very strange to barely hear his own voice as well. You look from one to the other for a moment, but then you smile in understanding and nod. You exchange a few words with Tech, but he can't understand what you're saying. A moment later, you gently grab Echo's hand and pull him with you. Over his shoulder, he calls out to Tech, "Hurry up with that thing, please."

Tech makes a shooing hand gesture to signify for him to go with you. Outside the Marauder, you walk just a few steps, to a bench beyond the landing area under a tree with a sweeping, low-hanging canopy in full bloom. It's a nice spot, and for the moment you're alone. You feel Echo looking around frantically as you walk, hearing phantom noises and expecting to run into someone or get hit by a speeder. You squeeze his hand encouragingly, gently tugging on it so that he closes in on you. You place your other hand on his forearm and smile at Echo. You can't use words, but Echo sees in your expression that you want to tell him you have everything under control, he doesn't have to worry. He's a little wobbly on his feet, every time he walks without his hearing aid his sense of balance suffers a little, but you gently and safely guide him to the bench beneath the flowering tree. His hearing has deteriorated over time after the Citadel, the damaged eardrums simply not recovering, Tech's guess is that this is also due to some nerve damage. Occasionally, however, the headset needs to be serviced and Echo is actually glad that Tech is taking care of this.

You sit down together on the bench, in the shade of the low-hanging branches. You hear him sigh in relief. Echo trusts you, yet he is glad to be able to sit down and not have to rely on his hearing or sense of balance for a moment. He looks at you, and you sense that something is on his mind. When he speaks, he is again much louder than you are used to, but you don't mind. "Didn't think you'd agree to a second date." You laugh softly, and he smiles when he sees it. Then you raise your hand, showing him first one finger, then a second, a third and so on. Showing him the whole again and again with a big smile. "You want more dates?" he asks, surprised. At your nod, he asks with a wry smile, "What do you want with damaged goods like me, anyway?" You pull a pout and shake your head, wagging your finger reproachfully, before smiling and kissing his cheek. When you look at him again, his cheeks have a little more color than usual. He laughs softly and says, "I like you a lot, too."

Your radiant smile makes his heart beat faster, and he has to take a deep breath to collect himself. This feeling that you trigger in him is quite new for him, but yet he already doesn't want to miss it. The fast pulse, the fluttering in his stomach, the tingling under his skin and this constant urge to smile. He's so excited with you and at the same time more relaxed than ever. "You're very special," he says a little breathlessly. You emphatically place your hand on his chest. "Me too?" he asks with a grin. At your energetic nod, he laughs softly again. You hear Tech say, "Finished with the headset. Am I interrupting?" and turn to face him. "No, you're not interrupting." Echo sees his brother with the headset and sighs in relief. You give them both some space and Tech puts the headset back on Echo. When he's done with it, Tech asks, "So, how does it feel? Can you hear me?" Echo gives him a thumbs up and says, "Fine, Tech, thank you very much" "You're welcome anytime." As Tech leaves you alone again, Echo looks at you, he grins and says, "Now let me hear your wonderful voice" You laugh softly and say, "It's not that wonderful"

Echo beams at you in love and says, "Oh yes, for me, it is". The way he looks at you is so wonderfully dreamy, makes your heart beat faster. "So you said last time you wanted to show me something?" you ask curiously. Echo smirks and says, "Hunter let me have the secondary shuttle for the day." You laugh softly and ask, "Are you trying to kidnap me?" "Something like that, of course, only if that's what you want." "As long as we don't go to Tatooine," you say with a little giggle. Echo laughs heartily. "No, don't worry about it. But have you ever seen a sunset in the lake scenery on Naboo?"

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My Pretty Flower Chapter 2|Tech x Medic Reader|

A/n: I really hope that you guys like this! Feel free to tell me what I need to improve on if y'all wish! 😁

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Warning: Torture, needles, injection, passing out, descriptions of pain, angst, fluff

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It had been a while since anyone had come in. Crosshair barely spoke, only awkwardly holding your body. The both of you jumped as the door to the room was flung open. The scientist from before walked in, a nurse right behind him. Crosshair seemed confused when his eyes met the cart that was being wheeled in be the nurse. The usual large syringe was on the cart, but there was something new today. Instead of the dull colored chemicals, there was a bright flourecent blue substance laying next to the syringe.

"Week ain't this cute? That's too bad, cause it's time for you to get up. Experiment time," He had a crazed look I'm his eyes.

This wasn't a good chemical and it was clear by the way that he was looking at you. Crosshair tried to keep you closer to him but failed as you were roughly ripped from his arms. A clone trooper had a hold of you and one had a hold of Crosshair. You could feel your heart rate picking up, as well as hear the blood that was pumping in your ears. They strapped your thrashing, weak body to that metal table.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Crosshair twitching like crazy. His face was as hard as stone as a low growl like sound came from his throat.

"Oh stop fighting it you little twerps."

You couldn't imagine what was going through Cross' mind, especially since they had apparently taken his chip out and then put it back in.

You looked over at the scientist, the same sadistic smile on his disgusting face. He reached over and picked the syringe up. Tauntingly, he set the brake substance up into the syringe. He held onto the syringe, flicking the needle part a couple of times. He looks down at you as if you were an animal that he was about to dissect. He was inspecting your body; seeing where to inject his new concoction. He finally chose the perfect place in his mind, your neck. You felt it when the sharp needle pierced your skin as he injected the liquid into your bloodstream. You could feel the effects of it almost instantly. It felt like electricity was in your skin. You screamed out in agonizing pain so loud that it could possibly burst someone's eardrums. As soon as a tear left, your eyes instantly evaporated. How are you surviving this? Any normal human being would have died so fast. Except you weren't a normal human being anymore, not since you were brought here. Their last experiments had to be the cause of why you weren't surviving this right now. Trying to breathe was futile as pain surged through your body. You screamed so much. Screamed and cried out until you couldn't even make a sound. You tried to stay awake, scared of what would happen if you slipped into the welcoming arms of darkness. You fought the urge until you couldn't ultimately, passing out from the excruciating pain. When you awoke from your deep slumber, you were greeted by Crosshair's sleeping face. How long have you been out for? You seemed to pass out for long periods of time often. Your body ached and your head pounded. That was a side effect of having an electrifying chemical pumped into your veins. As you slowly start to move around, Cross opens his eyes. He was immediately on alert. He scanned the room before looking down at your pained face. How long will this go on? You had to try and gain your strength back. You needed to get back to your family.

"Cross," you choked out, "Once I gain some more strength back, I need you to help me stand."

He stared at you and huffed, leaning back again as you two laid there. After a little while you finally tugged on his arm, signaling to help you up.

He gave you a puzzled look while scoffing, but doing as you asked; albeit painstakingly slow. Putting the majority of your weight on him, you stood up. You had a tight grip on his upper biceps as your knees willed to buckle. Your breath was staggered as your strength was quickly being depleted. After a minute of just standing and holding onto cross hair was when your legs gave out. He didn't realize that your body gave out until you felt cross hair with a tight grip on you. As he gently lowered you to the ground, he whispered something. You didn't hear what he said, but you already knew. He was muttering like he always said when the two of you were in a stressful situation.

"You're doing good Little Bird."

You hadn't heard those words leave his mouth in so long. The last time you remembered hearing those calming words was right before you guys had to leave him behind. You never have found out why he would call you Little Bird. You remember that day so well though.

The ship had just landed as you and the others unloaded. You were all very confused, one of your group less so than the rest. You had no clue as to what had just happened. They were dead, all of them were dead. You're in shock, and it was clear as day just by taking a glance in your direction. You didn't understand any of it.

You and Crosshair were the last ones in the bunk room, quietly sitting on Cross' bed. The two of you had a little fling going on, but you've slowly been pulling away after having witnessed him making out with one of the other medics. You were heartbroken, having fallen in love with the sniper. It was awkward in the room, to say the least. You yearned to be held in his arms. After sitting for what felt like hours, you slowly and finally felt his nimble fingers creep their way around your shoulders. His head came to rest on the top of your head while your back made contact with his hard chest. Your mind was telling you to walk away, go find the others. Your body didn't move though, didn't wish to move.

"I'm so sorry, but I promise you're doing so well Little Bird."

His voice was stoic, emotionless. Tears slowly slide down your cheek as you pulled yourself away from him. Standing up, you looked at him before leaving to go find the others.

Zoning back in, you can feel Cross' shallow breath on the back of your neck. You could tell that he had fallen asleep. You couldn't blame him, though. You were all so exhausted, but you had already slept so much. Your eyes slowly started to betray you. You snuggled more into cross' body as your own body and mind went blank.

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@fandom-friday I’ve had zero bandwidth to submit anything recently, but I’ve got a couple great ones this week!!

Magnetic Pull by The Absent Minded One on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46156762/chapters/116197879

This is a looooong fix-it fic, starting at the end of TBB season 2, but builds on their prior works as well (but not necessary to understand the story). Loads of character development for each member of TBB, there’s loads of suffering and angst for our boys, with tons of soft and brotherly moments sprinkled in. I especially love how TAMO writes Hunter and Crosshair. The guilt is palpable. Also their take on Tech and his special relationship with Crosshair? I absolutely cherish it. Despite the last few chapters giving me a heart attack, TAMO ended the story in spectacular fashion. If you are the the fuck-Hemlock and fuck-Emerie camp, this one is for you.

The Ties that Bind Us by @saggitary :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52734940/chapters/133382281

This is turning into a fantastic and really compelling read. Focused on the 501st Clones and their relationship with Ahsoka. Lots of sibling antics here, but also some hurt and honest feelings, some Domino Twins Shenanigans ❤️, and now we are getting some fascinating Force concepts. I’m really enjoying the development of the family dynamics between everyone here. Really, Rex is the best Big Brother, Jesse is the only semi-responsible one, Kix is stressed, Hardcase and the Domino Twins are menaces, and Ahsoka is learning what being part of a family means.

Finally, a big shout-out to you @wild-karrde as you are continuing your In-Command re-write.

https://wild-karrde.tumblr.com/post/702398234256195584/in-command-master-list

I LOVE THIS FIC - it’s still one of my favorites. The character development of both Captain Rex and Senna are fantastic. Both have their flaws and you really spend time in their headspace, which I love. You make them feel so relatable and real. And the smut this go around?? 🥵🥵🥵 Perfection. Love this and will continue to follow along!

Thank you for always working so hard on these lists @fandom-friday !!

This is a FANTASTIC list and I am honored to be included on it! I'm always down for a good fix-it AU, and both of these fics look like EXCELLENT ones! Thanks so much for putting this list together and sending it in!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

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