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Hey queen! My friend @queen-of-the-night-lights is having a really hard time at her work and with her life in general, so I was wondering if you could please write something about the bad batch being with a tall and plus size reader? She get really self conscious about these traits she has, but I can’t write well to save my life and you are one of her favorite blogs. It can be whatever style you like, you are totally creative and the writer so I leave this to you if you have time for it. 💜
Aloha! So sorry, your friend is having such a hard time 😔
I have no idea If I can do this properly, but I'll give it my best 😊
Sorry for the wait!
The Bad Batch x Tall Plus Size ReaderHCs - Love Yourself
Warnings: Mention Of Negative Self-Perception/Hurt/Comfort/Fluff/ Suggestive As Well As Strong Language (Crosshair)
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Hunter
He has a way of making you feel loved and beautiful. Not only with words, but also with the way he looks at you and touches you. Hunter's warm smile, the way he admires and touches your curves, make you feel like a queen.
He is fascinated by you, attracted to you, just as you are. He would never want to change you, but supports you in any endeavor if you yourself should ever have the desire. His affection goes deeper, he perceives you very differently than you perceive yourself, and he will do everything so that you can see yourself as he sees you, gorgeous and desirable.
To the questions, "Why are you with me?" he answers, "Because you are wonderful, in so many ways that I can hardly put into words. Everything about you is endearing and magnetic".
Of course, even on the worst days when you feel lower than low, he manages to make you smile.
"There it is, that wonderful smile that I love so much, I don't think you should wear more than that tonight, just that smile."
Echo
"Honey, you are wonderful just the way you are"
The moments when you doubt yourself fill him with worry. Echo wants nothing more than for you to feel comfortable and, above all, loved in this relationship. Tender touches, loving, uplifting words, come to his lips with ease, because they are true. Echo is enraptured by you.
On your worst days, he cuddles with you and covers you with tender kisses. "My love, it is hardly possible to put into words how wonderful you are". He is so sweet it almost hurts. It doesn't matter how tall or wide you are, he is addicted to you, every inch of your body. Like an addict, he hangs on your every smile.
"I wish you could see yourself the way I see you, Mesh'la."
"How do you see me?"
Echo smiles dreamily, "As the love of my life. A sweet, adorable treasure, worth protecting, loving and admiring"
Wrecker
He gives you a warm hug.
"My sweet, Mesh'la, do not doubt yourself".
His smile is so warm and vibrant, it gets under your skin. He stands with you in front of the mirror, his big hands wandering along your body, every curve, every inch.
"Look at you, what's not to love?"
Wrecker really doesn't quite understand, he can't imagine how anyone could not be attracted to you.
He looks at you across the mirror so dreamily that your heart beats faster and faster. Wrecker is so direct, so honest and real, everything he says and does, he means exactly that.
"Look at those curves! Wonderful! I can't get enough of them"
He caresses your cheek and croons, "Smile for me beautiful, I want to see you happy my darling".
Tech
He's pretty confident. Not necessarily about his appearance, he doesn't think about that much, his self-confidence is more about his mind and what he's capable of, so he can't immediately grasp what's going on inside you when he first sees you standing in front of the mirror, plagued by self-doubt.
However, Tech wants to understand you, so he asks questions, responds to you. He finally stands next to you, a small smile appears on his lips as your eyes meet in the mirror.
"I like seeing you next to me," he says, putting his hands on your shoulders.
"Oh yeah?"
Tech nods with a smirk, "It makes me proud. I have such a wonderful, being by my side, something I could hardly have dreamed of not so long ago"
"You're sweet," you say with a cautious smile.
"Not nearly as cute as you are," he says with a smirk, "But I must say, together, as a couple, we look extraordinary"
Tech presses a button on his goggles, takes a holo-picture of that moment in front of the mirror and says, "Something like that should be captured for eternity, don't you think?"
He kisses your cheek and says elatedly, "I brought some holomovies, shall we get cozy and watch them?"
Crosshair
Actually, he's more attracted to a certain amount of self-confidence, which is probably why the beginnings of your relationship are a bit bumpy. He likes you, but he struggles with your self-doubt.
However, Crosshair is more adaptable and sensitive than he seems. He has his own very physical way of showing you how great you are. Crosshair desires you, and he shows it to you very directly. His touches are demanding and passionate, but he also has a tender side. He doesn't show it too often, but always right when you need it the most.
"Hey Kitten, what did we do last night?"
Heat creeps into your cheeks, you avoid his gaze in the mirror as he faces you, but he grabs your chin and gently but firmly forces you to look at him over the mirror.
"Ignoring my question would be rude," he says quietly.
"We made love"
He nods and says, "Yeah, fucked your brains out".
Your cheeks get even hotter, and you blink, your eyes jumping from one spot to another.
"Look at me, Mesh'la" he says sternly yet gently.
As you obey him, he says, "Why do you think we did that?"
"You were horny?"
He rolls his eyes, but then smirks, "Well, I guess that's part of it. But no, that's not the main reason. I desire you, I want you, you are mine."
He leans his cheek against your head and says, "I will always desire you, always want you and always want you to be with me."
As you look at him over the mirror, moved by his words and happy, with a beating heart, he says, "Now stop moping, hold that pretty head up high and get into that wonderful new dress I bought you, I want to take you out for dinner"
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I like to think that Gangle does solo videogame/anime adventures and Caine joins her as an interactive spectator bc he has fomo lol. Of course, he can only watch her and not make any decisions for her ; he did, however, grow fond of glamrock Freddy and sometimes forget he's just spectating when making eye contact lol.
Warning: Brief mentions of broken bones and injury. Typical canon violence.
Chapter 5: Meet the Family
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Tech’s pov
Tech carefully watched the woman on the ground beside him as she slept. Y/N looked peaceful despite the fact that just minutes ago she’d gone white as a sheet when Tech examined her broken leg and then promptly passed out when he’d set it. She hadn’t made much of a fuss though, and for that Tech was very glad. He was certain he could physically keep Y/N still if he had to but he would rather not deal with all the drama. Dealing with emotions was something Hunter was naturally good at. He knew the right things to say while Tech always seemed to say the wrong thing. It was annoying. After all, wasn’t it only simple psychology? Tech frowned as his thoughts drifted to his brothers. He hadn’t heard from them since the explosion cut off their exit. He tried his comlink again and was met with a cold silence.
Jammed. Or the signal was lost when the ceiling caved in.
Y/N mumbled something in her sleep and he glanced over at her. With the anger and fear gone from her eyes, she looked younger.
Peaceful
It was such a stark contrast to her earlier attitude. Tech brushed a stray hair from her face. Y/n smiled and moved to nestle her face into his hand. He froze and almost wished she’d wake up and be repulsed by him - or even angry with him. Anything to get rid of this feeling that invaded his senses. It made him feel weak and Tech could not afford to be weak.
Not here.
Not with the empire breathing down our neck.
No, it was simply a reflex. She was cold and his hand was warm. It was only natural that the human body reacted in such a way to seek warmth.
Self preservation.
He nodded to himself, convinced now that there were no unexplained feelings. Just chemical reactions. He had let his imagination get the better of him, something he’d not done for a very long time. He must have hit his head in the explosion. Yet another reason to do a scan once they returned to the Marauder. Tech frowned in concentration as he turned back to the broken comlink. If only he could get somewhere higher to boost the signal.
The console.
That could work.
Carefully taking the wires from the bottom, he hooked one to the left of the com and the other on the right. With a few more tweaks, the comlink crackled to life.
Not perfect, but workable.
“Tech…respond...out…ship…signal” Hunter’s came through the static in pieces. Hopefully the connection would be better on their side. “Tech here,” he began. Best to keep communications short and simple. “Trapped in the console room. Heavy fire has blocked the exit.” His message was met with more screaming static. He was beginning to think the signal had dropped again when Hunter’s voice cut through again. It was much clearer this time.
Thank the Maker.
“…loud and clear, vod.” He could hear Wrecker whoop in the background.
“Good. However, the information has been compromised.” He replied steadily.
“That’s less than ideal but we’re gonna get you out of there. Hang on tight and get away from the door.”
“Understood.” Tech quickly backed away from the entrance just as a loud bang resounded, shaking the walls. The rubble blocking them in burst apart. Tech ducked to avoid being hit by the debris. Light from a headlamp streamed through enough to see Wrecker’s frame burst through the opening.
“See,” he shouted behind him, “I told you it wouldn’t collapse on ‘im!”
“I’d just like to get out before the whole kriffing thing explodes,” grunted Crosshair, annoyed that Wrecker was right. But at the same time, he was glad that his brother was safe.
“Crosshair was worried about ya, Tech.” teased Wrecker.
“Was not. I knew you were smart enough to not get yourself killed even with Mr Blow-It-All-To-Hell over here” Crosshair snarked back.
“Of course I’m smart enough to keep myself alive,” Tech rolled his eyes.
“Guys, enough,” said Hunter coming from behind his two brothers. He glanced at Tech, “Glad you’re ok, but Crosshair is right. We need to get out of here before the whole thing blows.” As if on cue another tremor shook the room. He looked past Tech to the unconscious figure behind him and frowned. “Who’s that?”
Tech glanced at y/n, “She was decoding the information when I arrived. She’s injured.”
“I say leave her,” Crosshair glanced over and then back into the hallway, narrowing his eyes.
“We’re not leaving her.” Tech said harshly. Hunter sighed and nodded at Wrecker who lifted the woman in his arms and began carrying her out the door.
“She could have useful information.” He motioned to Crosshair who slung his rifle over his shoulder and took the rear. Another explosion rocked the ship as the console burst into flames. “We need to leave. Now”
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“…Y/n…”
“….empire….could be a threat…”
“…have some questions…”
Voices faded in and out. Tech was there…with some others.
His brothers.
He’d mentioned something about his brothers before. The room was cold. I shivered and opened my eyes.
Too bright.
I groaned and shut them again.
“She’s awake,” a low voice stated. I opened my eyes again, squinting at the brightness until my eyes slowly adjusted. A tall, gray-haired man with a toothpick in his mouth leaned against the door frame across the room, arms crossed. He had a tattoo of a blaster scope’s crosshairs on his scowling face.
Interesting choice.
He was wearing armor similar to Tech’s.
He doesn’t look too happy.
Nervously, I went to reach for my blaster but was stopped short by the binders securing my wrists to each side of the bed.
Shit. Not good. Very not good.
I gulped, my throat was dry and I felt suffocated.
Pull yourself together!
Breathe.
Don’t panic.
Taking a deep breath, I pulled at the restraints, testing them, trying to free myself.
“Hey, calm down.” Another voice drifted through the room. A man made his way over to me. He had longer hair and the side of his face was heavily tattooed. He didn’t sound threatening, but he didn’t sound calming either. It was more like a command. “We’re not going to hurt you, y/n” he said.
“Yet,” growled the taller man by the doorway.
“Crosshair,” the long haired man warned, giving him a sharp look. Crosshair shrugged and spat out his toothpick before walking out of the room. The long haired man looked back to me and crossed his arms.
“How…” I began. My voice was hoarse and dry. I coughed, swallowing thickly. “How do you know my name?”
“Tech told me,”
“Tech’s here?”
“Yes.”
I looked down at my leg. It didn’t hurt much anymore. Someone had affixed a bone mender to it. He followed my gaze. “Your leg should be healed in a few hours.”
“Thanks?” I spoke cautiously. “Am...am I free to leave?” I pulled at the binders again. He shook his head,
“You’re not going anywhere right now. Not until you answer some questions.” Tendrils of panic gripped again at my lungs, threatening to cut off my air supply. I took a deep breath, trying to will away the suffocating fear.
“And if I don’t?” I narrowed my eyes at him, hoping I didn’t sound as strangled as I felt. My heart pounded.
Torture
Pain
Death
Mutilation
I was sure nothing good was awaiting me with his answer, but he only shrugged,
“Then I guess you’re stuck here.” I huffed in annoyance.
“Hunter?” Tech rounded the corner looking intently at a datapad. “I think we…” he stopped and lowered the datapad. “Oh, you’re awake.”
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I believe awhile ago I had mentioned to @zoeykallus that I'd write an "enemies to lovers" fic for Tech. So here it is! Sorry for the delay.
GIF belongs to @moonstrider9904
Chapter 1 - The Beginning
Warning: not much yet, mentions of anxiety and panic attacks
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
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I swallowed, trying to dislodge choking sensation in the back of my throat that threatened to overcome my senses. The logical part of my mind knew it was simply anxiety, which in itself wasn’t bad - simply my body’s way of self preservation - but dwelt on for too long would evolve into panic which would do no one any good. I licked my drying lips and took a breath.
Logic over emotion, I told myself.
That’s who I was at this moment in time.
Logic over emotion.
I took a deep breath and clipped the cable into my harness and began the descent from my small craft into the dilapidated cruiser below.
Get in. Get the data. Get out. Get in. Get the data. Get out.
I’d never done anything like this before. My job was behind a datapad - working through numbers and code already grabbed by field agents. But this one was on me. Tarron, our usual boots-on-the-ground, was out of commission with a blaster shot to the chest and I was the only other member of the team with the knowledge and capabilities to hack into the system to get the data we needed.
I took a deep breath and my feet hit the grated durasteel walkway. I froze for a moment, listening to the creak of already rusting metal and the crackling of fallen wires.
Good
I breathed a sigh of relief. That meant the wreckage still had some kind of power and I wouldn’t have to add electrician to my list of new skills I’d learned today. Normally I wouldn’t mind taking up a new skill that could prove useful to the crew but the current circumstances were enough to deal with at the moment. I unclipped my harness and hurried over to the console room down the hall, exactly where the blueprints said it would be.
I looked over the flickering lights and screens displayed on the walls.
Just like home.
I slid to my knees in front of the main console in the center of the room and pried open the panel below it.
Now this I know how to do. Just cut the wires. One. Three. Four.
The screen blipped in compliance, granting me access behind the security firewalls.
Wow
I smiled to myself. I had always been amazed at the simple yet effective ways to protect data from prying eyes - yet how easy it was to break into given you knew what you were doing like I did.
Stop.
I shook my head, now is not the time.
I stood up, removing my gloves, and began to decode, letting my fingers glide across the screen as I did what air came here to do. I nodded to myself in satisfaction as I hit the last character.
Done. Easy peasy. Maybe I should do these missions more often.
I grinned and was about to plug in the data stick when the console flashed and beeped angrily. “What!? Nonononono!” I groaned aloud. “Come on!” I shouted at it, forgetting the silent caution I’d been practicing up until now.
Maybe this isn’t as simple as I’d made it out to be.
I bit my lip and went back to the screen.
Alright, let’s try this again, I bitterly thought to myself.
A sudden cough interrupted my train of thought. I froze, ripped from the comfort of my internal monologue back into the dimly lit, console room.
Shit.
“I’m impressed that you were able to have gotten this far,” a male voice spoke from behind me. I slowly turned around, trying to swallow the anxiety that had suddenly forced its way back into my throat.
No. No panicking. Not now.
The voice belonged to a tall, heavily armored man sporting some kind of goggles, pointing a blaster at me.
Pointing a blaster at me. Shit!
My eyes widened, suddenly taking in the reality of my situation.
Shit shit shit. Oh no. I’m caught. I’m caught, I’m gonna die. I didn’t think I’d die like this.
The anxiety in the back of my throat suddenly bloomed into panic. I took a step backwards, hitting the console.
Shit.
I looked up at him. “…but this particular system isn’t built like one would think.” He was still talking, I wasn’t sure he’d taken notice of my current state. “…and if you’d be so kind as to step away… O-oh…” He interrupted himself as he looked at me with a quizzical expression, “you are… not what I was expecting…”
You had always thought that taking blaster fire for your friends was honorable and heroic; however, you didn't count on it hurting this kriffing bad.
The fighting had been intense. You and the bad batch were sent to retrieve imperial information and of course - like most of your missions - it hadn't gone quite as planned. You'd taken down a couple of imperial troopers when you heard a grunt from behind you and you quickly turned around. A vibroblade weilding trooper lay dead with a smoking burn hole in the center of his forehead. To your horror, you realized that he had snuck up behind you and nearly killed you. You glanced up to meet the eye of your silver-haired savior. The sniper smirked at you.
Maker, he's hot.
You must have gotten distracted because suddenly a blaster bolt nearly took your head off. "Get your head in the game, y/n!" Hunter shouted at you. You blushed heavily. He'd caught you staring at Crosshair and that most definitely meant that Crosshair caught you staring at Crosshair. You shook your head, trying to clear the goofy smile you were sure was plastered all over your features. Taking a deep breath, sobered up with Hunter's orders, you dove back into the fight. Scanning the area, your stomach dropped as you saw a trooper take aim from afar. Hunter was engaged with two others. He didn't see them. "Look out!" you yelled and without a second thought you launched yourself at Hunter, knocking him out of the way. He only received a few scratches. You nearly lost your leg.
"Y/n, can you hear me?" Tech's voice sounded muffled. You tried to answer but the pain was too much and you could only groan in response. Tech frowned and furiously typed something into his datapad. Where was Crosshair? Why wasn't he here? Of course there would be no actual need for him to be here. Yet here you were desperately looking for the sniper who'd been occupying your dreams since you met him almost a year ago. The pain made it so hard to think. It made it hard to hear. It made it hard to breathe. You faintly heard Tech again. "...need to breathe..." You yelped and instinctively jerked away as Tech tried to reposition your leg, sending agonizing spears of white hot pain through your body. "I need you to stay still, y/n." Tech said firmly. You tried to breathe but found that everything was happening so fast. Too fast. "She doesn't look so good," a gruff voice sounded by your side.
Crosshair
You lifted your head from the pillow to look which immediately turned out to be a terrible idea. A wave of nausea hit hard.
So dizzy
"...'m gonna be..." you tried to speak to warn them. Someone pressed a bucket in front of you and you gagged, releasing everything you'd eaten that day. A firm hand grasped your shoulder, easing you back down. Everything hurt and the lights were so bright. Tech's careful movements in front of you caught your eye and you panicked. "No don't touch it!" you cried, trying to bat his hands away. Tech sighed, a little annoyed but mostly just worried, "Y/n, I've given you all the pain medication I can safely give you. It simply takes time to kick in." But you didn't care. It was all too much in the moment. "Crosshair!" you sobbed. Right now you didn't care if everyone found out about your crush on their brother. You just wanted comfort and a distraction and you knew that Crosshair could give you both. Tech looked across the room from the bunk you were laying on, beckoning his brother over. "You need to hold her still," he ordered. Suddenly Crosshair stood over you. "Y/n," he growled, "you need to hold yourself together. Can you do that or do I need to tie you down?" You nodded to let him know that you'd behave but as soon as Tech went back to your leg you jerked away again in agony.
"Crosshair!" grunted Tech as your hand nearly smacked the goggles off of his face. Crosshair looked down at your tear-stained face and smirked. "If you don't settle down, doll, I'm going to restrain you myself." He wouldn't. Tech started his ministrations and once again you jerked away from his grasp. Without warning Crosshair straddled you with his knees pressed tightly against your sides and his hands pressed your shoulders into the bed. You looked at him in shock.
"I told you I'd restrain you myself if you kept moving." He growled, then smirked seeing your pale cheeks turn pink. You felt hot but you didn't think you had a fever.
"Well that's something at least..." Tech muttered aloud to himself. Between the pain meds kicking in and Crosshair's body restraining you to the bed, you hardly noticed Tech start working on your leg again. The last thing you saw before falling into a deep sleep was the crosshair tattoo on the sniper's face. As you drifted off, you could've sworn that his usual steely gaze had softened ever so slightly. But there was no way that someone like Crosshair could ever have feelings for someone like you, right? It was probably just the meds.
You're pregnant with Tech's baby and he wants to make sure everything will be ok...even if it is annoying at times.
A/N: Whatever y'all did, I think it might've worked? It took me the entire day to write this though and I forgot to drink water so my brain is a little fried. Whumptober 2022. Prompt #8: Everything Hurts and I'm Dying (Stomach Pain).
Warnings: Pregnant reader. Mention of injections. Mentions of nausea and other pregnancy symptoms. Lots of fluff.
"Tech, my tummy hurts," you whined. Nausea washed over your tired body in waves. You closed your eyes, leaning back into your chair, waiting for it to pass. You'd been like this all morning.
"You need something in your stomach, y/n." Tech said from the other room, "you haven't eaten all day."
You rolled your eyes and placed a hand on your large pregnant belly. "I've already got something in my stomach. It isn't helping."
"If you're referring to the baby, it isn't in your stomach," he poked his head around the corner to look at you with his finger in the air. "Rather, your uterus. Or womb." He paused, coming into the room, "but you already knew that so I assume you were joking." He smiled and bent down to place a kiss on your cheek.
"Let's go for a walk," you kissed him back.
"You're supposed to be on bed rest, cyare." He gently scolded, standing back up.
"Tech pleeease!" You whined, trying to get to your feet, unsuccessfully. Tech bit back a chuckle watching you struggle to lift your heavily pregnant body from the armchair. He gently grabbed your upper arm, easing you back into the chair before you fell. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, resting his forehead on your own as he reached up to cup your face in his warm hands.
"Cyare, you can barely get up on your own. I'm not sure it would be wise to go out on a walk, right now."
You pouted, looking up at him with a quivering lip. Tech's heart nearly broke in two at seeing the tears begin to form. It didn't take much to make you cry nowadays. Tech knew it was the hormones but it still hurt seeing you so upset.
"How about I make you some of that herbal tea you like so much?" he suggested, gently brushing the tears away with his thumb. "It will help settle your stomach and I know it soothes you."
You looked out the window wistfully.
After you'd been prescribed bed rest for the remainder of your pregnancy, you had quickly realized that the Marauder was not going to be the best place for you to get the rest you needed. Tech agreed, and after discussion with the rest of the batch - and a lot of research - decided on a small cottage on Salucemi. It was far enough away from anything to allow you rest and privacy but close enough to Cut and Su in case of emergency. Tech wanted to be certain that there would be someone else there for you in the event that he was needed on the Marauder. His brothers ensured him that they'd be fine for the month or two he'd be gone, but Tech didn't want to leave anything to chance.
"Can't we just go on a little teeny tiny walk?" you begged, "I've been stuck inside for a month, Tech!"
Tech chewed his lip, you really were supposed to stay in bed.
"Please?" You sniffed and smiled up at him, holding his hand in yours.
He sighed, finding your pleas both amusing and endearing. He gently lifted your chin with a twinkle in his eye, kissing you softly on your lips. You giggled and he hummed in contentment.
"I suppose," he relented. He was finding it nearly impossible to say no. "I suppose getting some fresh air would be good for your health." You grinned widely.
Tech raised his infamous index finger and gently poked the tip of your nose. "As long as you take your medicine and let me get you something to eat first."
You wrinkled your nose at his demands, "Do I..."
"Yes." Tech kissed you again, anticipating your question. "I know you don't like it, cyar'ika, but the medicine is important for the health of both you and the baby."
You grumbled but you knew he was right as usual. "Okay fine. I guess I'll be good."
Tech smiled, "That's my girl."
He left and shortly came back with a steaming mug of tea and some toast with peanut butter spread across the top. For whatever reason, peanut butter toast was the only thing you'd been able to eat without being sick for the past week.
"Here," Tech handed you your vitamins and a small cup of water to wash them down.
When you'd finished, Tech led you gently to the bedroom. He kissed the back of your hand as he helped you onto the bed. "Now lie down and I'll be right back."
You frowned but did as you were told. Tech returned quickly with a syringe in hand.
"We'll get this over with quickly and then we can go outside, okay cyar'ika?"
You whined, hugging a pillow to your chest as you lay on your side.
You sniffed, glancing over your shoulder at Tech. He smiled softly and rubbed your back.
"No tears necessary. I'll be quick. I promise." He hated doing this to you but it was imperative you received all the vitamins and minerals you needed, especially considering your limited diet. He tugged down the waist of your pants and you shivered as he sterilized the area.
"And one..."
You squeaked as Tech quickly stuck the needle in with a fluid practiced motion and slowly pressed the plunger, releasing the medicine. It burned, nearly bringing tears to your eyes.
"Breathe, cyare. Almost done." He pulled out the needle and capped it, massaging the area with a warm hand to lessen the pain as he set the syringe aside. He leaned down and kissed the top of your ear, "All done. You did so good."
You turned to glare at him, "you didn't even count to three!"
Tech shrugged, "You tense up too much. It hurts less when you're not as tense."
"You're so mean," you grumbled.
Tech hummed into your ear as he climbed onto the bed, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He curled himself around you protectively, burying his face in your neck. "And does your stomach feel better now that you've eaten and taken your medicine?"
It did actually. The nausea you'd felt all morning was indeed gone thanks to the ministrations made by your husband. However, you weren't quite ready to admit that to him just yet.
"Hmm...I don't know?" you answered playfully.
Tech frowned, propping himself up onto his elbow. "What do you mean? Are you in pain?" You could almost hear the wheels turning in his mind going over any and all possible things that could be wrong with you.
"Tech?" You turned to look at him over your shoulder. His eyebrows were scrunched upwards like they did anytime he overanalyzed. You immediately felt bad. "Tech, honey, I was joking. I feel fine. You did good."
You rolled onto your back, causing Tech to scoot over, sitting up so he could look at you. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." You smiled and grabbed his hand and kissed it. Tech met your eyes and you grinned cheekily. He raised an eyebrow.
"Although," you began with a wink, placing his hand on your swollen stomach, "maybe you'd better check to make sure."
He smiled, eyes crinkling behind his goggles. "I suppose I had better examine you then. Wouldn't want to miss anything."
Maker, how'd you get a man like this? Tech wasn't only smart, he was strong, compassionate, sensual, and - oh maker - he was adorable.
You loved him and despite your initial disbelief, you knew he loved you too.
You grinned as he slowly lifted your shirt, exposing your very pregnant belly. He leaned down placing one hand on each side of the bump, placing a kiss just above your navel.
Left foot. Right foot. Breathe. Left foot. Right foot. Breathe.
You repeated the mantra over again and again in your head as you trudged behind the group. The gash on your side screamed as you tried your best to shield it from view. Almost there. You had all but begged Hunter to allow you to come on this mission; you refused to acknowledge that he may have been right.
"Are you alright, y/n?" Tech asked, stepping in beside you.
You jumped, startled out of your inner monologue, "Yeah I'm fine, " you answered, "I'm good!" You gave him a smile.
Tech frowned, not quite believing your answer. "Are you sure? You're lagging behind far more than you normally do after a mission, you know."
You looked up to see that the Batch was indeed several yards ahead of you. How had you not noticed that you'd fallen so far behind?
"I guess I'm just tired," you shrugged, "That was a pretty intense fight we just won."
"No more so than our usual missions."
"I dunno what to tell you. Maybe I'm just having an off day?"
Tech eyed you closely. "You are sweating," he noted. He grabbed your hand "and your pulse is elevated." He dropped your hand suddenly causing your arm to swing back down, brushing roughly against your injured side.
You hissed at the unexpected pain that burned down your side. You tried to pass it off as a cough, but that was futile. You knew Tech had heard you and saw you wince. Welp that was it. You were done for. Say goodbye to ever going on a mission again.
"So you are injured!" Tech said with satisfactory nod, then suddenly frowned as if his own words just hit him. "You're injured!"
You sighed, "I just caught some shrapnel on my side. It's not that bad."
"Not that bad!?" Tech gave you an incredulous look, "Y/n, you can barely put one foot in front of the other!" As if to prove his point, your foot slipped and you stumbled. Tech caught you by the shoulders, hurriedly looking you over. He looked worried - a foreign expression on his usually confident face.
"I'm fine, Tech." You tried to soothe him.
"Clearly you're not."
"Please don't tell Hunter!" you begged. Tech didn't say anything as he looked you up and down, pulling his lips into a thin line.
"Let me see it," he stated, sounding more like an order than a request. He led you by the arm to a nearby rock and gently but firmly pushed you down to a seated position. You bit your lip, wincing as you lifted your arm to give him access to remove the armor from your side.
"Can we just...not tell Hunter about this please?" you asked timidly.
Tech looked up at you, perplexed. "Why not? It would be the most reasonable course of action to let our leader know that a member of his team is injured."
You sighed, knowing that once again he was right. "It's just... I didn't want you guys to see me as a liability. If Hunter finds out I got hurt, he'll never let me out in the field again!" Your throat constricted as if trying to strangle your words. You wanted to cry.
"Hmm...you may be right." Tech mumbled as he scanned your wound.
Your stomach dropped. It was your turn to give him an incredulous look. "Excuse me?"
"Your injury," Tech stated as he blotted away the excess blood before spraying it with bacta. You unconsciously jerked away but Tech held you steady. "You said it wasn't that bad. You were right, although you may need a few stitches."
"Oh," you sighed, "I thought you... nevermind, you weren't even listening." You sniffed, a couple of unbidden tears streaked down your face. What a mess this day had become. You hissed through your teeth as he rubbed a numbing gel over the wound.
Tech looked up as he finished threading the needle.
"No, I was listening and while I do think it was unwise to hide such an injury, I do not think that Hunter would be angry."
"Why wouldn't he be?" you cried, tears falling harder, "I screwed up."
Tech was silent as he tied off the final stitch. "I think he'd be worried." he said finally. He sealed the bandage over the wound and brought his hand to cup your cheek.
"I was worried too, y/n. It could have been so much worse than it was. Just please...please promise me that you won't ever hide an injury from me again. From any of us." He stood up, giving you a kiss on the top of your head.
You sniffed, wiping your tears from you cheeks, "I promise."
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I'd like to drop a request for Kix (beloved..), from the hurt/comfort prompts:
"How long did you think you could hide that?" + "I'm sorry you had to see me like that."
And if I may be so bold, reader is the one chastising him? 👀
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ALSO... I loved this prompt so much and had a similar idea for an OC of mine, so there will be a Kix x OC version of this as well!
Prompt #20: "How long did you think you could hide that?"
Prompt #26: "I'm sorry you had to see me like that."
The med bay on the Resolute was quiet for once - not that Kix would ever say that aloud. He
didn't want to jinx anything. Every healthcare worker knew that once that Q-word was
uttered, all hell would be soon to break loose - a silly superstition, but one that had been
proven true time and time again. Kix, however, did not have time to prove or disprove
anything like that. He was just glad that none of his co-workers were here to tell him off for
being so careless. Especially you.
He must've been allergic to something down on the planet they'd just been on. It was stupid,
really - clones weren't supposed to get sick or have allergies.
I'm supposed to be better than this. Kix thought miserably. Yet here he was - snivelling like a
child, sinuses so clogged that it felt like his head was in a bubble, and he was so damn tired.
Kriff... if it wasn't for this karking brain fog, maybe he wouldn't have slipped off the loading
dock like that - landing on his side among boxes of medical supplies that he just now
finished cleaning up.
The med-droid on duty stood quietly in the corner, ready to be turned on should an
emergency arise but Kix quickly passed it by, opting to take care of himself in secret.
He groaned quietly, holding his side as he reached for the bacta at the back of the
cold-storage unit. He grimaced, gingerly palpating his side with practiced fingers. Nothing felt
broken, that was good. Just bruised. Nothing he could really do for bruised ribs. Maybe that
was for the best. Kix still had a lot of work to do - reports to file, miles of inventory to catalog,
and two med-droids to repair.
Just some bacta for the pain and stiffness and maybe a stim for good measure - that would
keep him afloat long enough to get all this shit together. Kix was short staffed, very short
staffed. You had just finished up a triple, going on quadruple shift when he'd ordered you to
get some rest.
"Makes no sense having a sleep deprived medic on the field, not to mention
how dangerous that is," he'd scolded, now internally wincing at his own hypocritical actions
just hours later.
But you're a clone. You can take a lot more than any nat-born. He nodded to
himself, scrambling to find any justification for his actions.
"Alright," he grumbled, "quit stalling, Kix. You've got work to do. Then you can
sleep."
He settled down in the small office behind the medbay, bacta on his ribs, a stim in his
system, and a large cup of caf in hand - not the best combination, but it would work for the
time being.
***
It seemed like only minutes had passed when the door slid open with a hiss. Kriff. He knew it
was you despite the boxes of medical supplies that blocked his view and the stacks of
datapads littering his desk. He sighed, rubbing a hand down his face, and stood up. He gripped the edge of the desk as
a wave of vertigo nearly brought him to his knees.
"Hey, I'm sorry," he grunted out, surprising himself with the way the rough edges of his voice
seemed to grate against the dryness of his throat. "I lost track of time."
He heard you shift and lean against the doorway. "That's alright. I figured that's what
happened." The tone of your voice did not match the carefree understanding conveyed by
your words.
You knew something was wrong.
Kix winced quietly as he eased himself back into his chair. Staying seated and unmoving
was the best way for his side to heal up on its own. It was better for you not to see him. Until
he could finish these reports, it was better he keep to himself.
"You wanna join me for breakfast?"
Breakfast!? It couldn't be time for breakfast yet. Maybe you'd just woken up early. Very early.
"Kix?" Your voice startled him from his thought-drifting fatigue.
"Huh?"
"I asked you if you wanted to join me for breakfast."
This time the worry in your voice was apparent and Kix felt his heart sink. The last thing he
wanted to do was worry you.
"I'm really busy. Another time maybe."
"Kix...
"Your shift doesn't start for another three hours. You shouldn't be here." He snapped.
"Uhh...actually it starts in half an hour," you responded slowly. "Yours on the other hand, was
supposed to be over like six hours ago. What are you still doing here?" The question was
laced with the same sharpness he'd just directed towards you.
"Quinn called out. Their kid is sick." He spoke of the civilian contractor they'd been assigned.
The black and gold zabrak made a great medtech but, between various other assignments
and six children, their appearances in his medbay were few and far between.
"So... you're going on four shifts in a row now?"
Kix grunted. He wished you would stop asking him questions. Talking made his throat feel as
though he'd swallowed the general's lighsaber. "I'm fine."
"When was the last time you ate? Or slept!?"
He shrugged absentmindedly, concentrating on the datapad in front of him when it was
suddenly snatched from his hand.
"Hey!" His head snapped up, glaring at his fellow medic who met it with an equally annoyed
fire in her eyes.
"Give it back!" Kix made a grab for it but was suddenly and painfully reminded of his aching
ribs. He collapsed back down into his chair with a defeated hiss of pain at the way the
muscles balked at the tension. The movement took his breath away for a moment.
"Kix!" Your surprised cry pounded through his head as you dropped to your knees beside
him, eyes widening as you thoroughly surveyed him for the first time since stepping into the
room.
"Oh Kix..." you shook your head, reaching for a handheld scanner. He watched with heavy,
lidded eyes as you swept the scanner over him slowly and methodically.
You set down the scanner with a sigh, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "Kix, what
happened!? Your shift was supposed to end at 2300 hours! You need to go to bed!"
Kix rolled his eyes. Only a few more things to do and then he'd gladly follow your direction.
"Relax, I'll just be a few more minutes! It's only -" he paused, looking at the chrono around
his wrist. It read 0725. "Oh."
"Yeah."
He winced at your deadpanned tone. "Sorry. I guess I lost track of time."
"I'll say." You placed the datapad back onto the desk but didn't remove your hand. "You didn't
answer my question."
"What question?"
"What the hell happened to you!? You look awful, you sound like your entire head is clogged,
and you've got two cracked ribs!"
Oh. Cracked. Not bruised.
He opened his mouth to respond just as one of the datapads let out a beep. You frowned
and put a hand up, cutting off yet another desperately fabricated excuse. "And don't tell me
Quinn called out. You just got a message from the Admiral asking you why you canceled
Quinn's shift."
He sighed defeatedly, suppressing a wince at the twinge of pain in his side. He didn't meet
your eyes. "I fell."
"You...fell!?" you questioned, sounding a bit incredulous. "When? How?!" He'd seemed fine
when he'd ordered you to take off.
"'Bout an hour after you left," he admitted. "Must've been allergic to something in the dust
planetside. I was unloading some supplies, got dizzy, and fell off the loading dock."
"And how long did you think you could hide that?" Your voice had once again taken on that
scolding tone which for some reason made him feel both guilty and proud. You'd been a
timid shiny when he first met you. Now here you were, taking charge of the situation with an
air of authority and sass he likened to one of his generals. He shrugged.
"As long as it took to finish all of this." He motioned to the cluttered desk, immediately
regretting the movement causing his ribs to tense painfully again.
Your eyes were piercing -
full of concern and disbelief. "Why are you acting like everything is fine!?" you snapped, suddenly angry at his seemingly unphased attitude.
He didn't answer.
You shook your head. “Why didn’t you call me, Kix? If I’d known you weren’t feeling well, I
could’ve at least helped you with the work!”
Kix didn't blame you. He'd probably have reacted the same way if he were in your shoes. He
looked away.
"I just... I didn't want you to see me like this." he muttered softly. He sounded hoarse and miserable.
You sighed. "Let me get this right....You didn't want me - a medic - to see you sick and
injured? So you - also a medic, who should know better, might I add - decided to hide it from
everyone so that you could get your work done!? You sent away our best medtech so that
you wouldn't be bothered by them realizing something was wrong!?"
Kix frowned. It did sound bad when you put it all out like that.
"Guess that sounds about right."
You stared at him. "That was really dumb, Kix."
"Yeah."
You sighed. "How long has it been since you've eaten anything?"
Kix thought back. When was the last time he'd eaten? His stomach revolted with just the
thought. There was no way he'd be able to eat anything right now.
"I...I don't know," he admitted, not meeting your eyes.
You sighed. "Okay, come on. I'm gonna go get you something to eat."
He shook his head, resting it in the palms of his hands, rubbing his eyes. You were right
about one thing, he was exhausted. But duty came first.
"I can't. I have so much to do." He nodded to the screen of his datapad. It was full of
messages, requests, reports, and a number of reminders and meeting invitations flashed
across the screen.
You laid your hand on his shoulder.
"Just humor me, please. Eat something, take a nap - "
Kix shoved your hand from his shoulder, then instantly regretted the action. Maker, if his ribs
weren't killing him, he could just scream. All he wanted to do was sleep. But he had work to
do. Why couldn't you understand that? He knew he was irritable but his rude reaction
towards you - his friend - flooded him with even more guilt.
"I can't! I just can't! Admiral Yularen needs these reports in by tonight and I'm only halfway
through them because I got interrupted by General Skywalker needing additional information
for the next mission, so I spent two hours tracking that down, come to find out it was all for
nothing because the kriffing Jedi council decided to send them elsewhere."
He took a gasping breath. Fire burned through his side, igniting a feral panic that gripped his
chest with an icy grasp. His ribs were screaming. His head felt as though he’d been forced
beneath the rabid jaws of Kaminoan ocean waves - descending ever downwards, pressure
rising in painful crescendos. His hands were shaking and he couldn't make them stop.
"Hey! Kix, hey!" Gentle pressure pulled him from his spiral with a grounding hand rubbing
circles on his back. Concern clouded your face as you knelt beside him.
"Breathe, Kix. I need you to breathe."
"Can't," he panted.
"I know," you responded evenly, holding an oxygen mask to his nose and mouth. "Just do
the best you can."
"No!" He swatted the mask from your hand. He really had to get this done. Just a little while
longer, then he'd rest - then he'd let you do whatever you needed to do.
You pursed your lips looking at the delirious medic in front of you.
"You know, I really didn't want to have to do this but I - "
Kix rolled his eyes, unconsciously gripping the oxygen to his face as he took another short,
gasping breath. He knew what you'd say next. It was the same thing he'd say to Captain
Rex, or even General Skywalker when they fought him on coming to the medbay.
"Are you really gonna pull the medic rank card on me?" He interrupted.
"Do I have to?" You looked pointedly at him. You were annoyed, yes, but you were also
concerned. He knew you'd seen dying patients with more life in their eyes than he currently
did.
He looked down at the long list of tasks he had yet to do and sighed in defeat. "No. I guess
not."
"Good."
He couldn't identify the look on your face as he allowed you to lead him to a bed. Your hand
lingered on his arm for a moment too long as you delivered a sedative into his veins. But for
some reason he didn't mind.
"Don't worry, Kix." you said softly as you watched his eyes flutter shut. "You're safe. I'll take it
from here."
Kix allowed himself to succumb to the peaceful allure of sleep even as your words echoed
through his brain. "Let me take care of you, you stupid, beautiful, stubborn man."
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It wasn't the fact that you couldn't move that frightened you the most. Neither was it the blinding lights of the laboratory, nor the frigid metal table that chilled your naked skin. It was the goggled clone who entered into the room behind Dr Hemlock.
"T-Tech?" The words were barely a whisper.
Dr Hemlock chuckled, "I'd like to introduce you to my new science officer. You will be under his care from here on out. I suggest you comply with his direction or things could become rather unpleasant and I don't think any of us want that."
Your heart pounded, chest tightening, threatening to choke you with every beat. You glared, the initial fear quickly succumbing to rage. "Kriff you! What did you do to him, you monster!?"
Hemlock seemed unaffected by the outburst, and simply pressed a small button.
A cry of pain wrenched itself from your lips, jaw snapping shut as a burst of electricity coursed through your body. It was over as soon as it had begun, leaving muscles to twitch as you gasped for breath.
He tutted, "Like I said, cooperate and things will go much easier for you."
He turned to the clone, "Report to me immediately if you find anything useful."
"Yes sir."
Hemlock nodded and briskly turned and walked out of the room.
"Oh Tech..." You sighed with shakey voice, unable to stop the tears running from the corners of your eyes. A mixture of horror and guilt settled deeply in your gut, threatening to poison every thought. "What did they do to you!?"
Tech was silent. He turned to a console across the room.
"Subject is alert and attempting to use emotional appeal to influence the decision making of the chief science officer." He spoke to himself, typing something into the console in front of him.
"Tech!" You shouted, tugging at the restraints,
"Answer me, dammit!"
He was silent for a moment. "Subject appears to be agitated and aggressive. Cooperation will need to be coerced if behavior continues."
"Please talk to me..." The anger seemed to melt, flooding you with a warm, heavy helplessness and heartbreak as he turned to you.
This was not your Tech. It couldn't be. That curious light behind his eyes now deadened into a steely emotionless logic.
"Please..." You pled quietly once again, "Don't you remember me?"
He pulled a metal tray beside him filled with various tools and instruments.
Gloved fingers palpated your inner arm drawing a silent gasp. For a brief fraction of a second your heart jumped at his touch - a body's hopeful instinct seeking that physical connection. Those hands had touched you before, but never so callously - never so cold.
"Relax, this will not harm you. I simply need to collect a few blood samples."
If you closed your eyes, maybe you could imagine that you were back on the Marauder. Maybe you could send yourself back to remember how Tech's fingers passionately caressed over your skin - anything to dull the cold precision of his current examining.
You jerked, pulling against the restraints that held you back. The needle didn't hurt as much as much as the look of indifference in his eyes.
"You used to love me, Tech. Don't you remember?"
He entered something into a datapad and looked up.
"This will go a lot easier if you cooperate."
You pulled against the able again, attempting in vain to rid yourself of this prison.
He regarded you cooly as he walked back to the tray beside the table. "I would advise against that."
"Please!" You pled, tears once again running down your temples, "Use that big extraordinary mind of yours to realize this is wrong!"
He was silent again. You tried to meet his eyes but he simply turned away, grabbing something off of the tray.
"Tech, please!" Your wrists were sore and raw, stinging and burning as the restraints bit at them once again, "I won't let you do this!"
He turned back to face you.
"I do not need your cooperation to gather these results. Fighting me will only make this more unpleasant for you. It is your choice."
He paused, allowing you to consider the options. Anger won over the sorrow.
"Kriff you."
He sighed, "Very well."
A barred restraint snapped across your shoulders and chest and another across your forehead. You felt them tighten - squeezing and pulling - until they allowed not even the smallest wiggle.
"Tech!" You gasped, "Please! You know me! Please don't do this!" Your voice cracked, "Please!"
"Relax, and I will be finished shortly."
"I love you, Tech. Whatever you do to me.... Just remember it isn't you."
A moment of hesitation. A fraction of a nanosecond. A tremor of a hand. One blink and it was gone. As you looked up at him, perhaps there was just a glimmer of sorrow - a single tear unshed and hidden far away. Hope that maybe with time, all could be saved.
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