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[snippy-tano]

Old Injuries

surprise! i’m back!

at least for this request anyways. this request came from a commenter on ao3! so thank you AnimeWeeb_2001!! basically they requested a one-shot with Hunter where the reader hurt her leg during a mission they were on together and kept it from Hunter until she literally collapsed and couldn’t walk anymore. basically some solid Hunter fluff.

and I am very happy to oblige! 

so here it is! hope you all enjoy it!

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The mission itself was meant to be easy. 

A quick in-and-out that didn’t require the entire Batch. Which is why it was only you and Hunter who went. And for the most part, it had been going smoothly. 

You had both split up to cover more ground and make sure exit routes were clear. Hunter had commed you moments before stating that his path was clear and he was heading to the rendezvous point. 

You had no sooner echoed your own confirmation of a clear path and turned off the comm when your foot stepped in a small hole and pain exploded throughout your leg. You instantly saw stars and your good knee hit the stone ground. 

You forced your eyes open and looked back, seeing a small cracked hole in the pavement. If you had been paying attention, it was absolutely avoidable. 

Back when you were a teenager, you injured your knee playing a game of boloball with some neighborhood kids. It was as simple as some torn ligaments and you had made a full recovery at that time. But occasionally, if it was particularly cold or if you slept strangely, it would ache. 

In this case, all it took was stepping in a hole for the condition to flare up in the worst possible way. You knew you didn’t tear anything, at least you were pretty sure. It didn’t quite feel as painful as it did the first time, so you were fairly confident that you only slightly re-injured your knee. 

But you had to admit, it kriffing hurt.

You let out a groan of pain, blinking your eyes to get rid of the fuzziness and tears. Your hand went to your knee, as you forced yourself to take a few deep breaths, trying to will the pain away or at least hope that it lessened to a more manageable level. But that was not happening. 

Kriff this was bad. 

Really really bad.

Hunter’s voice calling your name over the comm dragged you out of your fog. “-you okay? Are you there? Report. I’m at the rendezvous.” 

“‘M fine.” You choked out a response, grabbing your blaster and forcing yourself to your feet despite the agonizing pain. “I’m almost there.”

You stumbled to the edge of the alleyway, bracing your hand on the cool brick of a building. You took a few deep breaths, in through your nose and out through your mouth. When your vision focused and you could breathe again, you started moving. 

Each step was like agony. Your knee felt like it was on fire and every slight movement had pain shooting through your leg. It was far more intense than it had been in a long time, which worried you.

But you needed to focus. Hunter was relying on you for this mission. 

You would not fail.

Pain was an old friend. You had this under control.

You spotted a figure in the distance among the busy market and you forced another deep breath into your lungs. The figure turned and you met eyes with Hunter who gave you a nod as you approached. 

His eyes narrowed slightly. “Are you okay?” 

You willed your heart to stop beating so rapidly and your breathing to calm down. You plastered a small smile on your face. “I’m fine, just ready to get this over with.”

Hunter let out a soft chuckle. “You and me both. Come on.” 

He turned and headed into the crowd and you followed as closely as you could. The pain had not lessened in the slightest, in fact it had only gotten worse.

You may not have torn anything this time around, but if you kept walking on your leg, you just might end up reinjuring it. 

Stop. Focus.

Hunter entered a building and you stepped in after him, taking a glance around the darkened bar. He took a moment to gaze around the bar before walking towards a booth in the back corner. 

You headed for the bar, practically collapsing in a stool with a wince. A bartender appeared in front of you almost instantaneously.

“You look like you could use a drink.”

Normally you’d refuse. 

Now was not the time or place to have a drink. You were on a mission and needed to be completely sober. But the throbbing, stabbing pain in your leg was a powerful motivator. 

“Give me something strong.” You rasped out and the bartender grinned. 

“Coming right up.” 

While you waited, you again focused on your breathing. 

Kriff you were so stupid. How could you do this on a mission? Hunter was relying on you and you injured yourself. 

Kark.

A glass appeared in front of you and you gave the bartender a grateful look before lifting the glass and downing the amber liquid in one go. The burn down your throat momentarily distracted you from the pain in your leg. You could feel the warmth beginning to seep into your body and felt yourself take a shuddering breath. 

You glanced over at the corner of the bar and saw Hunter speaking quietly with the man in the corner booth. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it didn’t look like it was going poorly. 

At least not yet. 

You heard the sound of liquid being poured and turned to see the bartender refilling your glass. When he saw your confused look, he chuckled softly. “This one’s on the house. You look like you could use it.”

You gave him a quick grateful smile that he returned before stepping away to tend to other patrons seated at the bar. You looked at the glass in front of you, fingers playing with the cool condensation on the glass. 

You shouldn’t. 

Your first drink wasn’t nearly enough to get you even remotely tipsy, but you really shouldn’t be drinking. Not while on a job. 

But then you thought about your leg and the continuous stabbing pain. 

And you downed the next one. 

You pushed the glass away as the drink burned a path down your throat and again began to warm your limbs. You pulled out some credits, probably more than the first drink was for, but you wanted to repay the bartender at least something for his kindness. 

You felt the ghosting of a hand at your back and turned to see Hunter with a bag now slung over his shoulder. His eyes flicked to the empty glass, but he didn’t say anything. 

You stood up, clenching your jaw and the pain in your knee as it protested you standing on it again. The bartender gave you a small wave and you returned the gesture with a nod as you followed Hunter out of the bar. 

As soon as you were back in the crowd, Hunter began to speak. 

“Are you sure-“

“-did you get what we needed?” You interrupted and he hesitated for a moment. 

You were only here to “recover” something that had been “stolen” from Cid by someone she’d managed to piss off, which didn’t surprise you. You honestly weren’t even sure if it was Cid’s to begin with, but she was insistent and concluded that a small party would be better, hence why it was only you and Hunter.

Your contact, the man in the corner of the bar, had “stolen” what was “stolen” from Cid and offered it for a price that Cid deemed acceptable. It was a ridiculous mission and you’d make sure to tell her when you returned. 

“Yes. We can go.” 

You took another two breaths, in through the nose and out through the mouth. 

You both moved fairly quickly through the busy market streets, heading to where you had parked the Marauder. You were almost there, almost home free.

You could rest your knee and finally get off this planet.  

There was some movement in front of you and you looked up just in time to see two kids running through the street towards you. You barely had time to brace yourself before one of the kids ran into you, shouting an apology as they kept going. 

Normally, it would have been fine.

But normally you weren’t injured. 

You stumbled as a renewed pain shot through your leg and Hunter was quick to grab your arm, steering you away from the busy streets only a few turns away from where the Marauder was waiting. 

So much for the alcohol. 

Your uninjured knee hit the hard ground as you gasped for breath. 

“Hey, talk to me. What’s going on?” Hunter’s steady hand at the crook of your elbow was steadying in a way, but it also reminded you that you were in the middle of a mission and couldn’t afford for this to be happening right now.

“I’m fine, just give me a second.” You choked out, trying to push aside the continually growing pain. 

“What happened? Did you get hurt?” Hunter insisted. “Your heart rate is too erratic.” 

“My knee.” You hissed. 

You felt Hunter’s hand rest gently on your leg and you gasped as a flash of pain exploded through your leg. Your hand clamped on his wrist, as you inhaled sharply. 

“Don’t.” You choked out and he was quick to pull away, arms raised. 

“Can you walk?” He asked and you nodded. 

“Yeah, just give me a sec.” 

You took a few more deep breaths, feeling like the stupidest person in the galaxy for hurting yourself, even if it was an accident. After a few calming breaths, you gave a nod to Hunter and he looped an arm around you, helping you to your feet. 

Once you were standing, he kept his arm in place, supporting you as you wavered slightly. 

“Are you sure you can walk?” He asked and you gritted your teeth.

“Positive.” 

You had a feeling he knew you were lying, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he helped you hobble back out into the busy streets towards the waiting ship. Thankfully, not many of the crowd paid you any attention, so some of your pride was still intact.

You were right around the corner from the ship when you knee buckled beneath you. But this time, Hunter was ready, easily keeping you upright. Before you could protest, he looped an arm under your knees and lifted. 

You hissed in pain at your knee being jostled and Hunter breathed a quick apology.

“I told you I can walk.” You whispered as he moved quickly through the shipyard, the Marauder getting closer with every step. 

“This is faster.” Was all he replied. 

He was probably right.

Unfortunately. 

You made it to the ship and Hunter climbed the steps with ease, setting you down gently in a chair. He gave your face a quick once over as you waved him off. The door to the ship hissed shut as he left you and began starting the ship for take off. . You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus on anything but the pain in your leg.

It wasn’t as harsh as before, but the throbbing was nearly unbearable and any movement had sharp pain shooting through your leg. 

The ship jolted and you inhaled sharply, cursing under your breath. 

A few moments later, as you were starting to feel like you could open your eyes again, you felt a gentle hand on your wrist. You looked up to see Hunter kneeling beside you, eyes soft in a way you only ever really saw him be with Omega. It had your heart clenching in your chest.

He gave your wrist a squeeze before he removed his hand and set down a medpack on the floor. As he riffled through it, he began talking. “What happened?”

“It’s an old injury. Normally it’s fine.”

“But not this time?”

“Apparently not.” 

Hunter nodded as he pulled out a stim and quickly administered it with only a few curse words. 

“When did it happen? Not the original injury, but this? Was it that kid?” He asked and you bit down on your lip.

You avoided his gaze until you heard him say your name softly. 

“Right after we split up to clear paths and check the perimeter. I misstepped.” You replied and he only let out a soft sigh. 

You knew that sigh. 

He did it all the time when Omega and Wrecker mention they put more mantell mix on the tab, or when Tech stays up all night without realizing it, or when Echo neglects to mention one of his prosthetics gets too stiff. 

It’s his “I’m disappointed sigh.”

And it’s never been directed at you. 

You’d always had sympathy for the others when on the receiving end of the sigh, but it was another thing entirely to know he was upset because of you. 

Kriff you’d have to apologize to the others. They were right. This is brutal. 

“You don’t have to hide these things from me.”

Okay. 

You were wrong. 

That statement was even more painful than his “I’m disappointed” sigh. 

“We needed to complete the mission, as stupid as it was. I wasn’t going to say anything because we couldn’t turn back. I knew we would finish it quickly and get back here where I could rest.” You said. “I know it’s stupid and I’m sorry for not saying anything. I just - I just didn’t want to compromise the mission.”

Hunter rubbed his forehead before sighing again. “You’re more important than the mission.” 

You felt a pang in your chest and took a shaky breath. 

“You got that? You can tell me these things.” He again said and you nodded softly. 

“I got it.” Your throat felt tight, but you responded. 

“Okay, now let’s see if we can patch up your knee.” Hunter pulled out the small medkit and you carefully sat yourself up fully, wincing at the sharp pain in your leg. “How did you hurt it initially? You mentioned an old injury.”

“I was a teenager. We were playing boloball in the streets and I tore some ligaments. It healed back then, but sometimes it flares up.” You said as he pulled out a brace and some bacta.

“How often does it flare-up?” 

You sighed. “Sometimes when it’s cold or I step weird it bothers me, but for the most part it’s fine.”

“Except for today.” Hunter asked with a bit of a smirk and you let out a breathless laugh.

“Except for today.” You confirmed and he shook his head. 

“Let’s get your boot off and see if we can get some bacta on your knee.” He said and you quickly leaned forward to untie your boots only for your hands to be batted away by Hunter’s. You watched, stomach swirling, as he very carefully untied your boot and removed it without jostling your leg too much. He then helped you very gently roll up your pant leg until it was slightly easier to access your injured knee. 

Hunter wiped off his hands on a damp towel before beginning to spread the bacta onto your slightly swollen knee.

You did your best to not think about just how gentle he was being or how much it made your heart thump in your chest. You knew Hunter would likely be able to hear any changes in your breathing or heart rate, so you just focused on keeping them both as even as possible. But you weren’t sure if you were succeeding. 

Hunter finished and while he washed his hands again in the small refresher, you slowly worked your pants back down over your leg since the bacta dried quickly. Hunter reappeared and pulled out the knee brace you happened to have lying around. He carefully secured it, helped you put your boot back on, and then assisted you standing up. 

You swayed slightly, Hunter’s hands quick to grab your arms and hold you steady as you bumped into him. You weren’t able to stop the loud thump of your heart in your chest. You were both eager to get out of such a charged situation and also unwilling to move at all. Your hands gripped his arms and you resisted the urge to sway closer. 

Hunter gave you a small smile before leaning forward, pressing his lips to your forehead. 

It was at that moment that you truly felt like you stopped breathing. Your eyes closed and you wished to live in this moment for the rest of your life. 

There was a sudden loud beeping from the cockpit and Hunter pulled away, clearing his throat. “Come on, we’re almost to Ord Mantell.” 

He stepped away, offering his hand. You looked at his hand before looking up at him. He looked shy, more timid than you had ever seen him. It had a smile spreading across your face. You placed your hand in his and he helped you hobble to the cockpit and take a seat in one of the pilot chairs. 

You gave his hand a squeeze before you let go and you felt your mood brighten further when you saw a faint darkening of his cheeks. 

You turned to look at the controls, helping Hunter with the landing sequence after you dropped out of the hyperspace, feeling lighter and happier than you had in a long time. 

Maybe the resurfacing of old childhood injuries weren’t a bad thing, because maybe, just maybe, they would lead to something new and exciting.

[saradika]

ooh thank you so much for the tag @thelightsandtheroses!! This looks so cute and I was really excited to try it 💖💕

picrew here

(no pressure tags: @mandaloriandin, @proxima-writes, @tarabyte3, @celestianstars, @floral-force, @zinzinina, @ifimayhaveaword, @margowritesthings, @wyn-n-tonic, @tarrenterror25, @ohheyitsokay, and you, if you see this!! 💖)

[echos-gal]

finally got around to finishing this tag game, got distracted by new TBB and Mando 😅

thank you for tagging me @hansonveggieclub !!!! ❤️

currently reading: The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien!

last song: Meet Me in the Woods by Lord Huron

last movie: i started watching Loving Vincent but i haven't finished it yet!

currently working on: knitting a navy blue sweater! it'll probably be done a year from now lol

no pressure tags: @mandaloriandin @melymigo @apocalyp-tech-a @ashotofspotchka

[astarionslittletreat]

favorite movie • hobby • animal • character • color • place • season • album/song • food

Thank you for the tag @saradika 💕 yours came out so beautiful 😍 this was a lot of fun to make — but picking a favorite movie and song/album was so hard 😭

No pressure tags: @zinzinina @jangofettswife @mandaloriandin @otheramber @arthurmorganstinkydick @stardustbee

[zinzinina]

Aah thank you and @samspenandsword for the tag! 💕 This is a super cute one.

Tagging: @jangofettswife @bacarasbabe @arthurmorganstinkydick @ohheyitsokay @mandaloriandin @0celestialbitch0 and anybody else who’d like to play x

brb doing this picrew bc it’s adorable! when you click the “?” button, you can be linked to a straight size version of this picrew!!

tagging @saradika @galacticgraffiti @ashotofspotchka @zinzinina @thefact0rygirl and anyone who wants to do this!

[snippy-tano]

Late Night Pastries

This wasn’t a request, but since it’s my birthday today, I thought this would be fun! I’ve been working on a few requests, but have been mostly working on a long OC fic that’s been taking up a lot of my creative energy and time. I will work on requests when I have time! Promise!

masterlist is here!

taglist is here!

tagging: @pro-fangirls-unsocial-life; @marvel-starwars-nerd; @mackstrut; @dissapointingpancake; @ahsokatano-thetogruta; @welcometothepedroverse; @padawancat97; @fractiouskat; @mandaloriandin; @badbatch-simp24; @katelynnwrites; @s1st3r; @leotatombs; @torchbearerkyle; @the-navistar-carol; @bombshe77; @arctrooper69; @social-mockingbird; @littlebluebatbrat; @get-wr3ckered; @flowered-bicycles; @idoubleswearimawriter; @lucyysthings; @dangraccoon

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It was late aboard the Resolute and it was quiet in the medbay where you were currently organizing the new supplies that had just arrived. 

The medbay was mostly empty of troopers and those that were there were sleeping soundly in the back of the large room. So you took the peace and quiet for what it was and enjoyed the time to yourself. You listened to the soft sounds of the machines and the hum of the ship beneath your feet as you counted out the supplies and marked it on the datapad beside you.

You were halfway through the crate of bandages when the door to the medbay opened. You turned in time to see Echo walk in, his hands clasped behind his back. It was a surprise to see him, especially this late, but he was your closest friend. It had been an easy transition for the two of you to go from acquaintances to best friends, in fact, it was the easiest thing in the world.

Echo was everything to you. And you were pretty sure he felt the same way about you. 

A smile spread across your face as he approached. “Hey, what are you doing here?”

Echo shrugged. “I figured I’d find you here. Are you ever going to say no to a nightshift?” 

You chuckled lightly. “They aren’t my favorite, but I’m not going to turn someone down if they ask to switch shifts. Anything I can help you with? You don’t look injured.”

“Oh no, I’m fine.” Echo said. “But I do have a reason for stopping by. Do you know what time it is?”

Your eyes narrowed as you turned and looked at the chronometer on the wall. “Uhh, it’s just after one. Why? Have I missed something?”

Echo looked smug as he smiled softly before shifting his hands from behind it back to reveal a small pastry with a single candle on top. 

“Echo, what is this?” 

He chuckled. “Only you would be so focused that you forget your own birthday.” 

Realization dawned on you as you let out a sigh that turned into a laugh. “Only you would remember my birthday when I totally forgot. Thank you.” 

He shook his head before pulling out a small lighter and lighting the candle. “Just blow out the candle and make a wish.” 

You gave him another look before closing your eyes, a wish finding its way into your mind before you released it to the galaxy, hoping that maybe it’ll come true. Your eyes opened and you leaned forward, quickly blowing out the candle.

Echo smiled at you and you felt your stomach twist as your face warmed, averting your eyes. “Here, let me clear this space and we can share that.” 

“I got this for you. You don’t have to share it.” Echo protested and you gave him a shove as you quickly cleared off the small table in the medbay.

“I know. Which means I can share it with whoever I want.” 

Echo let out a sigh, but didn’t protest further as he set the small pastry on the table. He pulled out the candle as you found two small forks that were wrapped in plastic from you and your fellow medic’s trip to the mess hall. You pulled out a chair, taking a seat as Echo did the same, setting down his helmet. You passed him a fork and he took it with a smile. 

You placed a hand on his arm, giving it a squeeze. “Thank you Echo.” 

He rested his hand on yours. “Happy Birthday, cyare.” 

There were the warm fuzzies again. You gave him another smile before raising your fork in the air. Echo smiled back as he clinked his fork against yours. 

The medbay was quiet around you, save for your quiet conversation with your heads ducked together. The pastry was delicious and Echo refused to give up how he’d managed to find it. But wherever it was, it was amazing and despite the late hour, it was probably the best birthday you’d ever had.

[saradika]

ahh celeste (@0celesteisthebest0)! seeing this was such a perfect little mood boost - thank you so much for the tag 💖

froggy 🐸 picrew

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(no pressure tags 💕: @dearest-readers, @obiknights, @jangofettswife, @mandaloriandin, @vellichormybeloved, @celestianstars, @lavenderursa, @princessxkenobi, @sweetercalypso + you, if you see this!)

[bacarasbabe]

TESS!!!!!!! CONGRATS ON 1K MY FRIEND!!!!!! That is such an amazing accomplishment and you have no doubt reached it due to your humour, wonderful personality and incredible talent at writing and mood-board-creating 💕💕💕

If I may, I'd like to ask for a reaction pic and a personal moodboard please 💕

For the reaction pic, I've been absolutely torn on who to ask for, but I've decided on Kanan please 😊💕

For the moodboard, I think maybe you know my personality, but my favourite colours right now are dark emerald/forest green and gold, and some things I love that fit into my aesthetic are skulls, crows, cats, plants, antiques, rocks, and books. Take what you want from all that and run with it my friend.

Congrats again!!! 💕💕💕

-@mandaloriandin

Thank you so much Kylie! Ilysm 💕💗💖💕💗💖The reaction pic I made for you sent me to tears so I hope you get just as much of a kick out of it as I did lol and per my rules you get a cute reaction pic to go along with the text version 💗

@mandaloriandin

[rexsjaigeyes]

Hey Divs, whatever you do, dont think about Echo coming up behind you while you're trying to work. Dont think about how he'd press your back against him and pull you close, how he'd slide his hands under your arms and reach around to cup your tits. Don't think about the way he'd nuzzle his nose into the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses up to behind your ear while his hands squeeze and touch your breasts. And DON'T think about what happens after he's successfully pulled you away from whatever task you were doing to lead you to the bedroom 😏

K bye my beloved, dont think about any of that, I'm definitely not 🥴

@mandaloriandin

Hey kylie you really didn't have to do this to me 🥴🥴 and i know this is super late but I came back to this thot so many times just to yearn

This is just... SO Echo in the best way, and god he could convince me to stop doing anything if it meant he'd kiss me like that some more. Bestie please say more, SAY MORE

[shiny-mando]

Hello Alex I am here to tell you my favourite things about fall:

-The colours!!! Especially on sunny days with clear blue skies, the orange and reds and yellows look gorgeous

-HALLOWEEN!!!! Absolute favourite holiday

-cozy autumn campfires at my cottage! I love roasting marshmallows and drinking a good stout

-all my best outfits are for fall lol. Unfortunately the weather hasn't been good enough for them yet but maybe this week!

Whats your favourite parts of fall?

-@mandaloriandin

Halloween is the best holiday, I 100% agree.

You have a cottage??? I can't imagine a more perfect setting for fall activities. I'd give anything to be able to roast marshmallows over a fire and drink hot chocolate right now (or stout! it's been forever since i've had any)

Yeah it's been way too hot where I live so I can't wear any cute fall outfits :( But that doesn't mean I can't wear comfy sweaters around the house! One of my favorite things about fall is watching scary movies and going to pumpkin patches with my friends, but unfortunately most of them have graduated so it's just my one super-busy friend and me. Tbh one of my guilty pleasures when the weather gets really cool and the leaves turn is to put on a sweater, make some tea, get a good book, and open a window while I have one of those fireplace ambience videos on. The vibes are immaculate

[saradika]

cannot believe I get to do a mermaid and a cowgirl on the same day 🥰💖 I loved this - thank you for the tag!!

(no pressure tags! 💕: @princessxkenobi, @pinkiemme, @arthurmorganstinkydick, @jangofettswife, @blackmonitor, @floral-force, @newhanovere, @mandaloriandin)

get in, losers; we're going to the wild wild fuckin' west

(yes i made two, i needed a femme version also)

ait, let's hit the hay @joelsversion @swiftispunk @tieronecrush @pedgeitopascal @softlyspector etc

[keravnos-kori]

Hi Haley! I just wanted to say I think you're really cool and you're a super talented and detailed writer! Thanks for always being such a positive blog on my dash! I hope you have a great day, and remember to stay hydrated! 😊💕

-@mandaloriandin

You must have been sending me good vibes all along bc I have been having a great day!!! What a sweet note to come home to, I’m glad you enjoy whatever it is that I post here lmao

You mean the world to me bestie! I hope you’ve been having an absolutely amazing day too💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

[snippy-tano]

*waves* hello there!! I have this Image in my head of Tech liking to ramble about bugs (mostly because the fandom has decided to draw him fawning over them and it’s freaking adorable!) so the idea of Tech finding the reader and telling them about random bugs he found because they’re the only one who listens, and maybe starting to worry he’s imposing on the reader’s space, but hint hint reader thinks it’s the cutest thing ever and falls a little more in love every time he comes up to her with sparkling eyes and a new bug fact 💜

(Take your time please! THANK YOU FOR WRITING seriously you are sustaining all of us going through Tech withdrawal and ignoring canon together😂)

here it is friends!

this was so much fun writing. i think Tech grabbed me by the shoulders and wouldn't let go until i finished this because i was actually working on another one-shot when i suddenly skipped to this one. so yay! enjoy!

[my google targeted ads are going to be so messed up from looking up all these bug facts but it was worth it!]

masterlist is here!

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Little Known Facts

The first time it happened, you weren’t sure why Tech had chosen you. 

You thought maybe it was because he had exhausted all other options and you were the newest member of the team. You also thought it was likely because you were the only one left who had yet to turn him away.

You were deep in the jungles of Kashyyyk when Tech materialized beside you, startling you slightly. 

“My apologies.” He said and you shook your head after you caught yourself on a nearby tree and continued walking beside him. 

“It’s alright Tech. Is everything okay?”

“It is. What do you know about termites?” 

You blinked.

“Leave her alone Tech.” Came Hunter’s exasperated voice from several paces in front of you. 

“Uh. Not much, just that they eat wood among other things.” You replied and you could hear Crosshair scoff in front of you. 

“Your funeral.” He had whispered and you shot him a glare. 

“The queen of a certain termite species can lay 40,000 eggs per day.” Tech stated. “They also use vibrations to communicate with one another.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes.” Tech said, somehow continuing to tap at his datapad without missing a step. “They are also a good form of sustenance as they are rich in iron, calcium, protein, and fatty and amino acids.”

Your nose crinkled. “I think I’d rather not eat termites.”

“As would I, but they would work in a severe survival situation.” Tech concurred and you nodded.

“Thanks Tech. Now I know what I can eat if I have no other options.” “You are most welcome.” “Alright you two. We’re coming up on the camp so it’s time to focus.” Hunter called and Tech gave you a quick nod before jogging to catch up with the Sergeant. 

After that encounter, Tech seemed to take your willingness to converse with you about bugs as an excuse to bring up every single bug fact he knew. The others of the batch would shoot you sympathetic looks (Hunter), make teasing remarks in passing (Crosshair), and slap you on the back forcefully as a way of offering comfort once Tech was out of view (Wrecker). They all assumed that you were just being kind and allowing Tech to talk your ear off about bugs because you felt bad. 

But the thing was, you really didn’t mind. 

You had been around the batch long enough to know that Tech rarely got the opportunity to share “useless” facts. He was usually shut down due to it not being a good time. Which was understandable, he didn’t quite have a filter even if you were in a high pressure situation. 

But every time he would approach you with a new fact rolling off his tongue or a small insect perched on the back of his hand, his eyes would sparkle. 

It had a smile spreading across your face before he even started speaking and a warmth filling your bones. 

*~*~*

“Approximately 2,000 silkworm cocoons are needed to produce one pound of silk.”

“Really? That many?”

“Indeed.”

*~*~*

“About one-third of all insect species are carnivorous, and most hunt for their food rather than eating decaying meat or dung.”

“Good to know. I will make sure to avoid bugs if I am injured.”

*~*~*

“The term ‘honeymoon’ comes from the planet of Alderaan, where it is tradition that a newly married couple is provided with enough honey wine to last for the first month of their married life.”

“That’s actually really sweet. How much honey wine would that be?”

“That would depend on the couple, but an average amount would likely be a crate.”

“Wow. I will have to remember that.”

*~*~*

“Ants can lift and carry more than fifty times their own weight.”

“That’s impressive. Has anyone ever tried to replicate that with technology? I would imagine that it would be useful.”

“I had not considered that. Perhaps I will try.”

“I can’t wait to see it, Tech.”

*~*~*

With each encounter you had with Tech, the swirling in your stomach grew more and more insistent. It was hard not to watch him with a smile as he rattled off fact after fact. And he never told you the same one twice. 

It was an uninterrupted time you were granted with Tech as most of the batch cleared out whenever he started rambling about bugs. You grew to crave these moments. 

And it wasn’t until Crosshair had said something that you figured out why. 

“You know, if you like him, you could just say something. Save yourself the trouble of listening to bug facts all day.” He had teased, startling you as you sorted through the newest crate of supplies you’d picked up off of Kamino. 

“I do not-” You started to protest, but then paused. 

You thought back to every time he approached you with that sparkle in his eyes. How your heart had clenched and you involuntarily began smiling every single time. You started to hope he would come by with a new fact, just for a chance to listen to him talk about something he so clearly loved. You purposefully sought out bugs now, pointing them out in the hopes he would have a fact to share. And every time he did, you felt like you were flying.

Oh kriff you loved him.

“There you go, doll.” Crosshair drawled and you took a step towards him, punching his arm. 

“Not your doll.” You hissed, turning back to the crate to hide your reddening face.

“Maybe not. But you shouldn’t wait too long to tell him.” He said and you stopped stacking ration bars. He took a step closer, fingers playing with the toothpick in his mouth. “A word of advice, Tech is starting to think he’s imposing on you and your space with his facts.”

“He would never bother me!” You cried and Crosshair smirked. 

“Just thought I’d share. Do with this information what you will.” He turned to leave and you let out a laugh. 

“Aww Cross! You do care about Tech’s emotional well-being.” It was your turn to tease and you watched as his jaw clenched. But he didn’t deny it before he stepped out of the room, letting the door slide shut behind him. 

When he left, you sunk down in a nearby chair, mind racing. 

Tech thought he was bothering you? That couldn’t be further from the truth and you had to find a way to tell him. And fast. 

*~*~*

You had your opportunity a few rotations later when you made a brief stop on Naboo. 

You had only really stopped to refuel before heading back out, but you were going to enjoy the sunshine and warm temperatures. While Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair headed into the city you had parked near, you and Tech had opted to stay behind, albeit for different reasons.

Tech wanted to run a few diagnostic tests on the Marauder and you cited organizing some crates, but really you wanted a chance to talk to Tech alone. And judging by the knowing look Crosshair had shot your direction, your flimsy excuse didn’t work on everyone. But no one made any comments and you were left alone with Tech for what was likely going to be a few hours. 

He immediately set to work doing what he had stayed behind to complete and you did take some time to organize a crate or two, but you didn’t do it for long. In fact, you took the time to open up every hatch in the ship with the hopes of helping it air out a bit. 

While you waited for that, you found yourself sitting in the grass outside of the ship, head tilted towards the sunlight. You could hear the breeze moving the nearby trees and the tall grass of the fields surrounding the ship. In the wind, you could smell the blossoms of the blooming flowers. Your eyes were closed as you breathed in fresh air for the first time in a very long time. 

You heard footsteps approaching you from behind and you waited as Tech approached. 

“Is everything alright?”

You hummed in response. “Why do you ask?”

“I thought you were organizing crates and then I turned and you were not there.” He replied and you opened your eyes and turned to look up at him, squinting in the light. Tech shifted and the sun was no longer burning your eyes.

“Sorry, I finished and decided I should enjoy the weather and fresh air while I could.” You said. “You’re welcome to join me.”

“I should finish my calibrations-”

“-come on Tech.” You patted the grass next to you. “Join me. Your calibrations can wait a few minutes.”

Tech hesitated for a second before speaking. “Very well then.”

You smiled as he sat down cross-legged next to you. He continued to tap lightly at his datapad, but you didn’t mind it. You leaned back against your arms and again tilted your face towards the sky, eyes closing. 

The two of you sat in silence, but it was far from awkward. You were enjoying the weather and you were enjoying it even more knowing Tech was here with you. 

“Did you know-” Tech began only to stop talking. 

You opened your eyes and turned to him. “Why’d you stop?”

He stopped tapping at his datapad and you watched as he shifted uncomfortably. “I did not want to bore you with facts you do not care to know. I will leave you to enjoy the weather and return to my calibrations.”

Tech started to move, but stopped when you hand closed over his. You watched as his eyes darted down to your joined hands and then back up at your face.

“I wouldn’t have asked you to stay if I didn’t enjoy your company.” You started. “And I love hearing about bug facts. It’s clearly something you enjoy, so that means I enjoy it too.” 

“But - that seems illogical.”

You laughed, giving his hand a squeeze. “Maybe it is, but it’s true. So please, never stop telling me bug facts.”

Tech regarded you with a strange look on his face. “Fascinating.”

You blinked at him. “What?”

He hummed. “Nothing. I will have to experiment with this further.”

You definitely wanted to know what he meant by that, but you didn’t want to push him. So you removed your hand from his and nudged his arm as you shifted to lay down in the cool grass. You moved around, trying to find a comfortable place to lay, but so far weren’t successful. When you noticed Tech watching you, you waved him on.

“Go ahead. Tell me what you were going to say earlier.” 

“Your head looks uncomfortable. I will go get you a blanket to lay on.” Tech said and began to move. 

“No! It’s okay! It’s not uncomfortable.” You said quickly and he paused, half standing. 

“You should still rest against something more comfortable.” He replied and your mind was racing. “Alright alright, I will. But please sit back down.” You said and he looked like he was going to protest, but you gave his arm a tug and he sat down, legs stretched out in front of him. 

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you shifted on the ground before leaning back, your head coming into contact with his thigh. You felt Tech tense and you looked up at him, hand blocking the sun. 

“This okay?”

He didn’t answer you right away, but after a moment, nodded once. “Yes. It is alright.”

You smiled up at him before dropping your hand to your stomach and closing your eyes. 

“Alright Tech. What facts have you got for me today?”

“Houseflies find sugar with their feet, which are 10 million times more sensitive than human tongues.”

You huffed. “Knowing that makes me wonder why they love our ration bars so much. They’re pretty bland to us, but maybe we’re missing something.”

“It is possible.” Tech noted. “Did you know that true flies have only one pair of wings, and sometimes, none at all. A hind pair of ‘wings’ is reduced to balancing organs called halteres.”

“I did not know that. But I do have a question.” 

“What is your question?”

“Do you know why flies rub their feet together? I see them do it all the time and have always wondered.” You asked and surprisingly, Tech fell silent. 

You allowed a moment or two to pass, thinking maybe he was waiting for you to say more. But he still didn’t speak. You held up a hand, squinting one eye open to see Tech staring down at you with a puzzled look on his face.

“You okay? Did I ask a hard question?” 

He continued to stare at you like he was studying you. It was equally slightly unnerving and exciting. “Curious.”

Your heart thudded loudly in your chest as Tech continued to stare at you. Even though it was comfortable outside, you could feel your cheeks starting to warm. “Uh, Tech?”

“Right, apologies. Flies rub their limbs together to clean them. It may seem illogical given their appetite for dirt, but this cleaning behavior is actually one of their primary activities as they rid themselves of physical and chemical residues and anything that can affect the sensors on their feet.” Tech said and you gave him another look before letting your hand fall and your eyes close again. 

Tech began to rattle off more facts and you did your best to come up with resulting questions. It was peaceful, and there was a part of you that wanted this to never end.

Abruptly, Tech stopped speaking and you squinted up at him. “Everything okay?” 

“Over there. It’s a brown marmorated stink bug. They are rare in this region.” He said and you sat up as quietly as you could. You reached for your glass jar that held the remains of your water, dumping it out on the grass. Very slowly, you climbed to your feet. “What are you doing?”

“You said they’re rare right? Let’s catch this one!” You whispered as you began moving quietly towards where the bug was perched on a nearby tree. 

“We should not harm it.” 

“Of course not. We’ll catch it in this jar to get a closer look and then let it go.” 

Tech slowly stood as well, quietly moving behind you as you approached. Just before you reached the bug, it took off. Both of you shared a look before following. It was hard for you to spot, but Tech seemed to know exactly where it was at all times, so he kept you both on the right path. The trees grew slightly thicker and you made probably too much noise crashing through the woods. 

The bug stopped high on a nearby tree. You didn’t even hesitate before clamoring onto a large nearby rock. 

“Please be careful.” Tech whispered, hands raised like he was concerned you would fall.

“Don’t worry Tech. I’ve got this.” You said, reaching slowly for the small stinky bug. Your foot slipped and you wobbled for a second before righting yourself. You felt the ghost of Tech’s hand appear at your back before disappearing again and you fought the warmth creeping up your neck. 

“Almost, got it.” You said more to yourself as you approached the unsuspecting bug. 

Two things then happened simultaneously. 

One. The rock shifted beneath you ever so slightly, but it was enough to set you off balance. 

Two. Now off balance, your foot slipped on the same spot as before and you began to pitch helplessly backwards. 

The jar slipped out of your hand and hit the forest floor with a soft thud. You looked at the tree and caught a glance of the bug hopping away as you fell backwards. 

You let out a yell of surprise before colliding with something hard. You tried to turn to catch your fall, but weren’t completely successful. Which meant the moment you hit solid ground, the air was thrust out of your lungs in one fell swoop. 

You gasped for air, desperate to breathe again. You coughed once, trying to get your breathing back to normal. Your back was killing you and your shoulder was aching from impact. 

It wasn’t until you felt the ground beneath you start moving that your current situation hit you. 

Your eyes snapped open and you were surprised to see Tech sprawled beneath you. 

“Kriff, are you okay??” You gasped. “I’m so sorry Tech!”

“It is alright. Are you unharmed?” He asked, voice a little scratchy. 

“Uh yeah. Are you sure you’re okay?” 

“Yes. I am fine.” 

You let out a breath of relief before tensing. Your face burned as you realized just how compromising of a situation this was. And suddenly all you could think about was getting out of it as fast as you could. 

You made a move to get up but were stopped by Tech’s hands gripping your waist. You didn’t move any further, instead raising your eyes to meet Tech’s that were already watching you. 

He had the same look as before. One you could only describe as fascination. 

It had your stomach fluttering in response.

“Remarkable.” Was all he said and you found yourself unable to respond. 

You again tried to move, but Tech’s hands held firm. 

“I have been conducting small experiments and I believe I have almost arrived at my conclusion. All I need to do is complete one final test.” He said and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Okay?” 

“I would like you to kiss me.”

Your heart thudded in your chest as your face burned. “Wha - what? Why?”

“I told you before, I need to conduct one last test before I reach my conclusion.” He said, as if it was indisputable science fact. 

You blinked at him. “And to do that I have to kiss you?”

“You do not have to. Although I would prefer it.” 

You looked away from him briefly, trying to process his words. 

Was he serious?

He had to be. Tech never said anything he didn’t mean. 

But why you?

Why now?

“You’re serious?” Was what you finally settled on as you looked at him. 

He gave you a firm nod. “I am rarely unserious.” 

He’s got you there. 

“Alright, but stop me if you need to.” You stated, trying desperately to hype yourself up. 

“I will not need to, but thank you.”

Karking hells.

Before you could say anything else to delay it any longer or completely talk yourself out of it, you leaned down and kissed him. 

You didn’t want to overwhelm or push him so you kept it short and sweet, despite never wanting it to end once you started. He didn’t seem all that responsive, but you tried not to think too hard about that. 

You pulled back, eyes opening to gauge his reaction. 

He tilted his head slightly before opening his eyes and meeting yours. “Once more please.”

Maker, this man was going to be the death of you. 

But far be it from you to say no. 

This time when you leaned down and pressed your lips against his, he reacted by tightening his grip around you. You slumped further against him without realizing it and felt the rumble in his chest as he hummed. 

It was easy to get swept up in the feeling of kissing Tech and before you knew it, you were pulling away because you couldn’t breathe. Your forehead rested against his as you looked down at him, trying to gauge his reaction.

“Well? Did you reach your conclusion?” You asked breathlessly.

Tech nodded once. “I have. I have determined that my feelings towards you are more than platonic.”

You couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face at his words. 

“Good because lucky for you, I feel the same way.” You replied and he met your gaze. 

“Excellent.” He said before raising his hand from its spot on your back to grip the side of your face, pulling you back down towards him. You smiled against him, more than happy to oblige in his request. 

The sun had climbed higher in the sky when you finally forced the two of you apart. The rest of the batch would be returning soon and it was important both of you were back and presentable before that happened. 

The short walk back to the Marauder was full of lingering glances and shy smiles. When you entered the clearing the ship was parked in, to your horror, you saw the rest of the batch was already back. 

Hunter shot you a knowing smile before heading into the ship and calling out to Wrecker instead. Crosshair opened his mouth, likely to make a snide comment, but you cut him off.

“We chased after a bug and it won.” You blurted and Crosshair rolled his eyes.

“Might want to pull the leaves out of your hair if you want that story to be believable doll.” He said before ditching his toothpick and heading into the ship.

“Not your doll!” You called after him, running a hand through your hair and catching several leaves. 

You turned when you felt another hand in your hair and you watched as Tech also removed a small leaf. You gave him a smile which he returned. You reached out, giving his hand a squeeze before turning and heading into the ship. 

You heard Tech follow behind you as you thought back to your moment shared in the woods. 

Who knew hearing bug facts could have such a wonderful outcome? 

[saradika]

expose your fictional crushes

Post 9 of your favorite characters and let people guess your type!

thank you so much for the tag, @cupofjoel! So so hard to narrow it down 💕

(no pressure tagging 💖: @jangofettswife, @obiknights, @celestianstars, @johnwatsn, @vellichormybeloved, @yeehaw-djarin, @psychedelic-ink, @tarrenterror25, @mandaloriandin)

[saradika]

ahh celeste! Thank you so much for the 🐸💕 tag! I love them:

(no pressure tags: @mandaloriandin, @jangofettswife, @dreamydroid, @friskynotebook, @thornsnvultures)

Starting a new picrew chain!

Tagging: @klavierpanda @vancrypt @lostlovepunk @mordcore @girlman-and-the-boy-woman @menace-in-the-void @aster-is-confused @tealaubrey @skullvins

[zinzinina]

Sam! I would LOVE to see you write more Scorch!!! I love that funky little commando so so much and I love how you write him!!!

-@mandaloriandin

Ohh I'm so glad you love Scorch too, Kylie! 💕 He's one of my absolute favourites. I did get a little request a while ago for some Delta headcanons (which I've barely even looked at oopps) so please humbly accept this tiny sneak of the Scorch part for now x

anonymously or not tell me what you'd like to see me write

"Well? Do you like it?"

You turn awkwardly to one side so he can better see the thin ribbons of lace crossing your body. The bra is open; a frame around your breasts rather than any kind of covering. The panties conceal even less. Scorch blinks once and then twice, his mouth wide. And the sudden, loud clatter of Katarn-armoured knees hitting your floor jolts you almost clean out of your skin. Kneeling, Scorch stares up, his mouth still hanging open.

"Babe. Holy motherfucking shit. Babe, please. Step on me."