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Omg so if this isn't your thing do say but like headcannons on how the dad batch would react to omega getting her period
Your wish is my command. This is a new one on me so I wanted to give it a go. Never tried writing on this topic before so I hope this is okay!
This is also weirdly long and I don't know why! Maybe I'm making up for lost writing time.
Also, as mentioned briefly in the piece, I have no idea what technology or support they actually have for periods in the Star Wars universe so it's a little vague on the what and focuses on the how they respond part.
Headcannon: Bad Batch & Omega - First Period
Warnings: mentions of periods (?), it's fairly squeamish free but if you don't like period talk for whatever reason, DNI.
Wrecker
Wrecker isn’t embarrassed by periods. He doesn’t think it’s odd to buy products for Omega or help her through this crisis.
He just panics. He panics quite a lot. Too many choices. Too many types. Too many issues to handle. It fries his precious brain a little.
When Omega first approaches Wrecker, he'll scratch the back of his neck in shock at the issue. But he'd look at her pleading little face and immediately fall into dad mode.
He'd be a chaotic combination of panic over what he needs to do to help and happy that Omega had asked him for help.
Before doing anything else, he'd make sure Omega was nice and comfortable in her little den on the Marauder. Sacrificing his Lula to her for cuddling. If she wanted, he'd even tuck her in to make sure she was comfortable.
But as much as he'd try to be comforting, Wrecker is still Wrecker. So he may be a little loud, accidentally drawing a tad too much attention to the situation. But we can all forgive him for that. He's trying his best.
He'd willingly go into the shops for supplies. He has no embarrassment about buying everything she needs. The problem he has is...what the hell does she need?
He's standing in the shop, taking up most of the aisle, trying to read all the boxes to try and understand why there are eight variations of each product and why there is more than one product she can use. And no Wrecker, reading it out loud won't make it make more sense.
If he can't figure it out, he'd comm Tech for support. As much as it would the blind leading the blind, at least Tech could research for Wrecker or logically make a decision for him.
Eventually he'd give in and just fill his arms with various products, hoping he'd picked something right for Omega. It would look like he's ransacking a scrapyard for parts; his arms full of various things that she may need.
He'd return with everything she could possibly need. Literally anything she could possibly need and probably a lot of things she'll never need or use.
When he'd returned, he'd check on her regularly, making sure she was okay and helping however he possibly can. Bounding around, fetching things for her.
Rest assured - Omega is well taken care of.
Lying in her little den, curled in a ball, Omega tries to deal with this new, horrid sensation. The pain in her stomach, even in her legs and head. Holding Lula close, she simply lies there trying to feel comfortable.
As she lies there, she sees Wrecker's large, worried head pop past the curtain of her den. He'd look as if he was experiencing everything she was and the panic in his eyes is evident. He scratches his neck and asks, "you've got everythin' ya need now right? I ain't gotta get you anythin' else? I can go back if ya need something else? You got Lula too right?"
Omega giggles slightly at the accidental panic she'd caused in Wrecker. She loves how concerned he gets for her.
"Yeah, Wrecker, you got everything I could possibly need." She replies softly, still cuddling into Lula as she tries to ignore the pain. When a satisfied Wrecker disappears from view, she whispers, "you got me everything I could possibly need for at least a year."
Much like Wrecker, Tech isn't embarrassed in helping Omega with problems. It's a simple matter of biology, completely natural; so why would he be embarrassed.
When Omega awkwardly approaches Tech about her period, Tech would initially be taken aback by the fact that she had chosen to approach him. He'd probably chalk it up to his analytical and scientific mind being the most approachable for a biological problem.
Naturally, Tech's form of dad mode is a little different than the others. He would quickly gather critical information on how to proceed. The little baby steps that he would need to know.
He would also question Omega, thoroughly, about what exact symptoms she was experiencing, about the flow and anything else he thought would be relevant.
Knowing that the immediate issue is, of course, going to be the sanitary products she would need. Tech would have no qualms about walking into a store and purchasing such things as, in his mind, this is all a matter of biology. So why would it matter that he is the one purchasing them? Although I imagine that, much like Wrecker, it would probably draw an eye or two.
He would pick specific products, strategically, based on the information that Omega provided. So unlike Wrecker, he would purchase precisely what was needed. He would probably also provide a very long (and embarrassing) run down on how exactly Omega needs to use the products.
He would make sure she had the things she needed for any pain and discomfort and would check in on her about her symptoms daily (and this would probably extend across the whole cycle until he had all the data he required to plan ahead on these matters).
In the following weeks, Tech would spend some of his free time researching everything he could on menstrual cycles and would start up an overly complex calendar tracking symptoms and the cycle to ensure that Omega is healthy. It's Tech's way of showing he cares, we all know this by now.
(Author's Note: Now, understandably, I have no idea what contraceptive and medical treatments would be available in the Star Wars universe so I'm avoiding the topic - but if it exists, I'm sure Tech would present these options to Omega, extensively).
Omega lies back, clutching the warm bottle to her stomach, watching Tech conduct research on periods. Occasionally rolling her eyes. She'd been rolling her eyes for the last twenty minutes. Tech was down his Tech-hole of research.
"Fascinating. A period could last anywhere from two to seven days." He says, still reading his screen, "we will need to keep a calendar to ensure that everything is healthy and ensure that there are no unnecessary problems."
"Tech -" Omega tries to interject. But unfortunately he keeps going.
"You will lose anywhere between 20 to 90ml of blood with each period so we will need to make sure that you have sufficient iron levels. I can monitor this quite easily with regular checks, of course."
"Tech -" Omega tries again.
"Then, of course, we will need to consider the side effects you may experience. Although you may not experience all of them. The list is quite extensive." He hasn't even noticed Omega trying to get him to stop. "Mood swings, bloating, stomach cramps, localised pain in the lower back and legs, acne or spotty skin -"
"TECH -" Omega's loud interjection causes Tech to jump slightly as he his eyes snap up to her. "I just need to go and lie down, okay?" Tech mutely nods and as Omega starts to walk away, she hears Tech quietly note, "certainly will be suffering mood swings when on her period."
Hunter would be a little more embarrassed about the prospect of dealing with periods and talking about all things to do with the female body and bodily changes. However, as we all know, Hunter reigns as dad supreme so would overcome the internal issues he has pretty quickly.
When Omega approaches Hunter, he'd internally be thinking "oh please no, not this". But externally, he'd freeze for a moment or two before awkwardly agreeing to help her. After a little time to collect his thoughts, his dad mode would be fully on.
He'd ask her about her symptoms and would probably discreetly research menstrual cycles so that he could make sure to get everything and do everything she'd need. It would be more discreet than Tech and his scientific exercises towards the problem.
After making sure she was comfortable, probably with some pain management from Tech and something warm and comforting for her to lie with, he'd leave to get some supplies for her.
Now, whilst he is in dad mode, he would be far more conscious of what he was doing than Tech or Wrecker. He was a grown man with a face tattoo, shopping for feminine products. I doubt he would consider it his finest moment but he knew that Omega needed it and that was all the support he needed through this moment.
He would probably be extremely confused about why there were so many options and after reading several different kinds, he would probably settle for one box of each (a little less than Wrecker's chaotic approach) and made sure that they all clearly stated what you were supposed to do with them. Although he couldn't get through all the instructions on the tampon box. Sometimes some information should be considered too much information for him.
Whilst he may not be as diligent or scientific about the process, Hunter would help Omega learn to track her own symptoms and make sure she knows that she can come to him anytime she needs help, if she thinks something is wrong or if she's in pain because of her period.
His usual calm and relaxed, and slightly awkward in this scenario, approach to her period would keep Omega calm and happy. Hunter always comes through for her when needed.
"I, uh, checked" he clears his throat awkwardly, "all of the information on what to do with the, uh, product is on the box so just follow the instructions and you'll be fine. You sort yourself out kid." He gently puts a hand on her shoulder, "and I'll go and talk to Tech about pain relief we have."
Once Omega emerged from the fresher area on the Marauder, Hunter gave her a soft, fatherly smile as he got up from his seat beside Tech. He walks over and kneels in front of her. "You okay, kid?" He asks.
"Yeah, I'm okay, Hunter."
"We've got your back, got it? Even you go through these, uh, changes." He clears his throat awkwardly again, scratching his jaw slightly.
When Omega hugs him and thanks him quietly, he's shocked for a moment. Surprised that him helping her with something so straightforward deserves a hug. But he snaps out of it and gives her a gentle hug back.
Another tender family moment checked off our list - just not the one we expected.
Okay so, now we're heading much further into awkward town. Echo, sweet baby Echo, would be incredibly empathetic and caring. He doesn't like to see Omega in pain. But also, periods, feminine body changes, hormones...not really Echo's favourite topic of conversation. But he'll still try.
When Omega approaches Echo, I feel like he'd freeze for a moment. Frozen with an internal scream. Or an internal groan. He was hoping not to be around when this issue first arises. His fault for being closest to the fresher when it happens.
But, next to Hunter, I feel like Echo has a strong dad mode and he likes to help Omega wherever he can. Whilst this wouldn't be his first choice of 'ways to help', he's happy that she's comfortable enough to come to him about this and not bypass him completely.
He'd probably bring Hunter or Tech into the conversation, hoping they'd have some wisdom about what to do. Collectively, they'd help her with any pain or emotional issues she's having, however, even knowing he'd hate it, he volunteers to go and pick up supplies for her.
He'd awkwardly enter the store, trying desperately not to draw anyone's attention. His entire being would just look and be so awkward in this scenario. He'd quickly look at the products and pick up the sturdiest stuff and maybe one or two middling range and settle for that.
If he lingers too long, and an employee approaches him asking if he'd like help, he'd flush entirely with embarrassment and maybe awkwardly ask which is best for a teenage girl. Quickly explaining it's for his younger sister. He'd take any advice they give gratefully but you can tell he wants the ground to swallow him whole.
He'd quickly leave the store and give Omega what she needs. After making sure she's in no pain and needs nothing else, he'd check in with Tech to see if there's anything else he needs to do. Obviously if Tech has become aware of the situation, Echo knows he'll already have researched absolutely everything.
This awkward little bean will try his absolute best.
"Uh, Echo?" Omega says timidly, as she exits the refresher. "I've got a problem." Echo spins quickly in his chair, looking at her with concern.
"What's wrong, kid?"
"I, uh, I have just started my period and I don't have anything for it." Echo freezes, his fear of the problem evident on his face. He quickly shakes it off and gives a curt nod.
"Alright, let me go talk to Hunter. See if we can't sort something out for you." He gives her shoulder a reassuring squeeze before walking over to Hunter to have the most awkward conversation he will surely ever have with the man.
(I consider this a bonus one because we are yet to have a full family on the Marauder and I mostly wrote this because, honestly, I was giggling at the thought of Crosshair being approached about periods)
This will be an automatic call to arms for his brothers. He will not, I repeat not, deal with this. Not at all. For that reason, there shall only be a short snippet of how this would go.
When Omega exits the fresher, she looks around for Hunter or Echo. When she sees no one but Crosshair, not even Wrecker or Tech, on board, she sighs heavily and does an awkward shuffle over to Crosshair.
"Uh, Crosshair?" She says almost shyly. He knows it's going to be awkward, just by the way she approaches him. Her normal bubbly personality seems slightly dimmed.
"Yes, Omega?" He responds, his eyes narrowing slightly as he flips his toothpick from one corner of his mouth to the other.
"I, uh, just started my period and I don't have anything for it." Omega can't bring herself to look at him as she says this. But when he says nothing for several seconds, she finally looks at him. It's the first time she's ever seen him wide-eyed.
Eventually, he responds curtly, "oh, definitely no, kid." He stands abruptly and shouts out the open door of the Marauder, "HUNTER! The kid needs your help!" He exits the shuttle without looking back, leaving Omega standing there dumbstruck.
25 Days of Life Day: Day 8 - Making Gingerbread Houses with Tech
Summary: You're not very good at making gingerbread houses, or patient, but Tech surprisingly is.
A/N: Sorry, I know this one is a bit shorter than the others!! It's been a day lol.
“Actually, darling… it’s supposed to go this way.” Tech tells you, reaching over the table to fix the way that the gingerbread wall is facing.
You groan, irritated with yourself. “I’m not an architect.”
Tech gives you a small smile, amused. “Of that, I am aware. But, you are sufficient with detail.” He puts his finger up matter-of-factly.
You shrug, deflated. “If you say so.”
You’d been trying and failing miserably at putting the Gingerbread house together for the last hour. So much so that it was starting to be too annoying so you decide to just sit and watch Tech get in the zone as he does his. You happily watch as he adds more and more walls and you start to wonder what he’s actually doing until it starts to take shape as an incredibly intricate small mansion with windows and a beautiful tower top.
“Wow.” You murmur, beyond amazed at the creativity that you didn’t expect Tech to have in him.
“What is it?” He asks, pushing his goggles back up on the bridge of his nose when he looks up at you.
“You. You’re incredible.” Your lips are parted in amazement.
“No need to act surprised.” He goes back to decorating and you smile.
That’s the thing, though. You’re never surprised with Tech. He’s a creature of habit. Which you don’t mind one bit, because you can be the same way. But this… this is new. You weren’t expecting him to be so good at it. But you suppose coming at it from a mathematical and systematic angle, it makes sense. But the absolute detail of frosting and gumdrops is what surprises you, really.
“Here…” Tech reaches over and ices the edges and puts them together so that you can start decorating.
You can’t help but smile. He’s always taking care of you in these little ways that never cease to make your chest tighten and warm your insides. How thoughtful he accidentally is.
“Thank you.” You lean over and kiss him on the cheek, making him go warm in the face.
“Of course, darling.” He murmurs, smiling ever so softly.
What you don’t know is that Tech genuinely enjoys doing these things with you, even if he doesn’t seem like it or seems indifferent toward it. The smile on your face alone makes it worth it to him.
Concept: So, around the end of the Clone Wars / Rise of the Empire, Galen Erso absconds from Orson Krennic with his family to live in hiding on a remote farm. This, of course, leaves Krennic without a lead engineer/scientist for the Death Star project for several years.
What if they’re going to have Tech, as a prisoner, begin work on some part of the Death Star? He’s smart, he’ll figure it out and they probably will never even need to tell him what he’s actually making.
I think it’s weird to have randomly brought Krennic in for an episode just to have 0 lines. His presence suggests to me that he is paving a new problem for s3.
Just had to get it off my chest in case I’m right.
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Summary: Reader is having a panic attack and Tech is tasked with calming them down. This was a request from @narcissa-of-kaas so this one is all for you!
Author's Note: I know that someone rambling at you isn't everyone's way of dealing with a panic attack but it definitely works for me every time. I also haven't gone into massive emotional depth with it because well, trigger trigger.
Warnings: May be triggering for some, I don't know. If discussions of intense panic trigger you, I would maybe say DNI? One swear word and a lot of angst.
Word Count: 1.5k
You'd watched your mother die.
It happened right in front of you, and it was all your fault. You'd help these clones hide from the Empire and your mother paid the price. It should've been you. Why wasn't it you?
You did the right thing, my brave, darling girl. Those were her final words before the life dissipated from her eyes, her hand on your cheek. You'd cried into her, holding her to you.
Had it been the right thing? You no longer knew. You'd kept them hidden for several days, got to know them and they knew you. You'd fed them, allowed them to wash, allowed them to wander your home and its grounds at will. It had been a very pleasant experience with a truly horrific ending. The worst ending.
Tech had learned that you were an anxious person, but you overcame that to do the right thing. He admired that about you. When he watched you cry into your mother with the Empire swarming closer and closer to you, he knew he had to get you out of there. Tech placed his hands under your knees and around your middle and lifted you away from your mother. Your wails were now suddenly vibrating through his body as he ran for the Marauder. You called out for her and Tech felt his heart shatter. He'd grown fond of you and of her. Your anguish was hurting him too.
As you pulled away from his chest, you found he had taken you aboard their ship and he held onto you until he reached his bunk on the ship. Tech made space on his bed, wires and cables everywhere, and told you to wait there. To relax there. But you couldn’t relax. Not after that.
It was all your fault. Your fault. Your mistake. It should’ve been you.
It should've been me. It was all my fault, your mind regurgitated these phrases over and over until your whole body was racked with anxiety. You felt the panic begin to surge through your body. Your feet were numbing and your legs were following in close suit. You tried to breath but all you could manage were small gulps and tear stained huffs of air. You couldn't breathe. You couldn't move. You couldn't do a damn thing.
The voices inside your head began cascading into one another and the voices were so loud. So loud you feared that others would hear it. Hunter had certainly picked up on your condition but was focused on escaping the Empire first. Your world had just crumbled around you, your feelings were to be expected. It was my fault, you reminded yourself again. What now? You had no home. No family. Nothing. It had all been demolished by one shot, directly to the heart.
You could do nothing but sit upright with your head in your hands. Your clammy palms felt heated against your cool forehead. Or perhaps your forehead wasn't cool but rather your palms were hot. You didn't know. You lifted your head and clasped your hands together.
The ship veered and shook as Tech and Hunter worked on your escape. When they finally managed the jump to hyperspace, you continued to feel the full force of your mistakes. It only felt stronger the further you got from your mother's body.
Your heart raced. Your palms were drenched even further in sweat as you repeatedly rubbed your hands together. You couldn't stop the motion. Just rubbing until friction was felt and repeating the motion until it hurt a little to do so.
You pawed at your brain. The palm of hand beating into your temple as you did so. Thud. Thud. Thud. You very often bruised your face in this manner. You couldn’t help it. It was as if you needed the physical pain to match the inner pain you were experiencing.
And then you heard it. It was as if you heard the voice at the end of a rather long and exceedingly dark tunnel. Even if they bellowed you feared you’d never hear it clearly. Never hear it over the ringing of the electricity which set your brain alight. The voice called out once more, but the distance was too great.
The voices in your head were hiding whatever voice was calling out to you. Tech had unexpectedly left the cockpit as soon as they'd made the jump to hyperspace. Hunter knew why so didn't question it. He knew how much you mattered to Tech.
“Omega,” you heard the muffled sound of Tech’s voice in the distance. “What did you say her mother did to calm her down?” At the mention of your mother’s name, you heart both soared and broke as you remembered her being shot. You began to rock back and forth, unable to breathe. You felt like you were choking on your grief. "Omega, quickly. Think. She is hardly breathing in here."
There was a muffled response from Omega and suddenly Tech had kneeled in front of you. You were shaking heavily, and you choked on your breath. Suddenly, you felt him grab your hands. Just like your mother used to.
That was the first step. Grounding.
You looked up at Tech through your lashes and he squeezed your hands together gently in his. The voices began to slow; they were a little less loud. Still there, still repeating that it was your fault but you tried to focus on Tech.
“You need to breathe slowly,” Tech said as he grabbed your hands. “I do not know the stories your mother said to calm you. But I believe that it is actually the sound of someone speaking is the thing that calms you down. We can try to regulate your breathing together. I am excellent at talking and storytelling so perhaps I could try?” Tech queried as he gently squeezed at your hands for a second time. He felt the tremor that was coursing through your body, and he suddenly almost felt it as his own. He frowned. But when you nodded furiously, he realised he needed to carry on talking. “I cannot tell her stories and I know she is gone. I know that you are scared, and I fear I will never truly understand why as it is not in my nature. But perhaps I can tell you one of my stories. Perhaps that would help?”
All you could muster was a gentle nod as you clung to his hands trying to centre yourself. You tried to focus on the feeling of his hands in yours. On the solid bed beneath you. But you couldn’t stop your lungs and heart from hyperventilating. Tech decided to start with the tale of Safo Toma. It was an odd, exciting tale and he figured that was an excellent place to start.
As he spoke softly to you, telling you of his time as a racer in an attempt to save their ex-work partner Cid. Of the colourful and chaotic tale of understanding schematics and the adjustments he made to the pod in order to win the race. He sighed and continued on, "Omega and Wrecker thought I was being idiotic, getting rid of the weapons systems. They were simply slowing me down and I needed speed and manoeuvrability in order to succeed in the blocked off tunnel. They say it was a death trap. If that is so then I defied death that day. Though I suppose we defy death every day," and then Tech realised what he had said. Your eyes began watering again, but your breathing had slowed, so he must be on the right track. "I'm sorry, that was a thoughtless comment."
"No, no, it's fine. Your st-story is working," you mumbled, stuttering only occasionally, "so, did you win?" You wanted the end of that story.
"Of course I did," he said confidently, "there was never any doubt." You laughed at that and he was grateful for that. The soft, accented lilt of his voice was extremely calming.
You’d previously thought your mother was the only one who could calm you. But now. Now there was another. Tech. A surprising turn of events. When you finally raised your topaz eyes to look at his, you saw nothing but sympathy and concern. His brow was heavily knitted as he looked at you. Without thought, you reached forward to kiss him but the second your lips connected with his, he lurched backwards.
“I…I’m so sorry,” you spluttered out quickly, blushing profusely, “I shouldn’t have done that. I was stupid to think you want that.” You began rubbing your palms together furiously again as he’d released your hands in all the motion.
Suddenly, his strong nimble fingers held on your wrists, pausing your ministrations. “Meshla,” he whispered, “I very much would like to kiss you. I would even say I want to do more than just that. But I will not let something as important as that to blossom out of panic. I don't want it borne from sadness. When you kiss me, I want you to be sure. I want you to be calm. When you kiss me, I want it to be a positive memory.” He removed one hand from your wrists to adjust his goggles.
And with that, your hands were finally still and your breathing was steady.
