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Nika6q
she/her, adult, mostly star wars here. currently focusing on the bad batch and Thrawn. sometimes I talk about autism. occasionally NSFW stuff may pop up here. I usually reblog fanfics from @niikasposts
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Me: Ok, after the Bad Batch finale, I'm finally going to be able to buckle down and focus on work.
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Thanks for the tag @wings-and-beskar @amalthiaph @anxiouspineapple99 This is pretty random, but whatever.
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DJ MY LOVE!
May I request, from the cuddle prompts, of you feel so inspired:
- Feeling the rumble of their chest when they talk while cuddling
Or
- Needing their cuddles even though they have something else to do
With Tech! Haven't asked for him in a while and I think we could all use some Tech fluff right about now.
(If you get a bunch of asks for the same Clone or just feel a pull towards another clone, feel free to change it. 😘)
A/N: REBEL MY LOVE! Thank you for this! I’ve never written Tech before, and I was a bit intimidated, so I hope I’ve done justice to our boy. Also, you get two prompts for the price of one 🩵
Pairing: Tech x Reader (GN; reader is shorter than Tech but not otherwise described, aside from having a rough morning and a tendency to keep things bottled up)
Rating: T (but as always, minors DNI)
Wordcount: 789
Warnings and tags: fluff, cuddles, Star Wars swearing, adult language
Summary: You swear to the Maker, if ONE MORE THING goes wrong today, you’re going to lose your mind. Tech has an exceptional idea for how to help.
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“Dank farrik,” you muttered under your breath.
The kriffing durang fruit you’d planned on turning into muffins had gone off. It smelled like death itself, and you gagged as you tossed it into the trash compactor. With a sigh, you glanced at your chronometer and winced.
Late. Kark.
You snatched up your cup of caf as your brain raced to think of an alternative breakfast that you could pull together in a hurry before your scheduled holocomm. Not that Omega or the Batch really needed you to cook breakfast for them, but Benduday morning muffins had become something of a tradition, and you really, really didn’t want to see the matching disappointment in Omega and Wrecker’s eyes when you told them they would need to fend for themselves that day.
Maybe Shep has some extra—
“MOTHERKRIFFER!” you exclaimed, cutting off your own train of thought as the lid on your mug popped loose and you doused yourself in hot caf.
A quiet rustle sounded from the front of the Marauder as Tech slid out from beneath the control console and sat up to watch you, setting aside his hydrospanner. With supreme effort, you managed to keep your eye from twitching as you braced yourself for a well-deserved lecture on your language.
“Is everything all right?” he asked instead.
“Peachy,” you grumbled, grabbing a towel to wipe off your shirt in disgust.
He rose quietly and approached. “I do not believe you.”
“What gave it away?” you snapped, flinging the towel into the sink with a frankly unnecessary level of force.
“You are upset. Given the relatively minor nature of the incident, I deduce that something else is bothering you. Do you wish to discuss it?”
“Not really.”
“Astonishing,” he said dryly.
“The kriff is that supposed to mean?” you demanded.
“Merely that I have observed that you often prefer not to discuss your struggles, though I hope none of us have ever made you feel as though you should not speak freely when something is troubling you.”
You blinked, too surprised to be offended at his earlier sarcasm. “You have?”
“Indeed.”
Well… shit.
“It’s nothing,” you lied. Tech made no response, but he didn’t bother to hide his skepticism. “Fine. It’s a bunch of tiny somethings that have all piled up on top of each other, and nothing is going the way I had planned, and I’m hungry, damn it, and now I have to think of something to cook for breakfast, except I have no kriffing caf left to make my brain work, and I have no other fruit to make muffins, so Wrecker and Omega are going to give me the tooka eyes, and I have a stupid holocomm that I’m expecting at literally any minute, and I don’t even want to talk to them, but I feel like I have to, and I swear to the Maker, if ONE more thing goes wrong, I’m going to lose my ever-loving mind!”
You grabbed the towel and began to scrub the sink furiously, desperate to focus on something other than the conversation that you very much didn’t want to have. After a few seconds, though, you felt a weight on your shoulder. You turned to see Tech’s hand resting there, and for a moment you were so shocked that you stopped scrubbing. He was not usually one to initiate physical contact, and you had always tried to respect his boundaries.
“Tech?” you asked uncertainly.
“I have observed that you often seem to find comfort in Wrecker and Omega's hugs when you are upset. As Wrecker and Omega are not currently present, I would like to offer my own.”
“Are you sure?” you inquired, dumbfounded. “Aren't you busy with the repairs from Omega’s last flight lesson?”
“It can wait,” he replied. “Unless you would prefer not—”
His sentence cut off abruptly as you crashed into him, burying your face against his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist. His arms closed around your shoulders, and he held your head in one hand. You slumped against him, turning your head so you could breathe.
“Thank you,” you murmured.
“You are welcome,” he replied, the rumble of his voice vibrating against your ear as you rested your cheek against his chest. “I do not wish you to feel as though you must face all your struggles alone. Even the tiny ones.”
Just then, your comlink chimed with the dreaded holocomm.
“Do you wish to answer that?” he asked.
“Not really,” you admitted, “but I probably should.”
“May I propose an alternative course of action?”
“Propose away,” you replied.
“Remain with me, like this, and forget the holocomm,” he replied.
“You know what?” you asked. “That's an exceptional proposition. I accept.”
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Wrecker is fine btw after last episode :)
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I love everything about this
Pets 4 Vets Service Animals Masterlist
PFP is Gregor with a service strill by @cobaltbeam
Moderators: @anxiouspineapple99 @freesia-writes
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*Introduction*
In the year following the fall of Palpatine, the Clone Rights and Personhood Act ushered in the age of clones integrating into civilian life.
While Right To Love Matchmaking Services was helping troopers find their way in love, many troopers still found the transition to regular life from combat challenging.
And so Pets 4 Vets was born. P4V Service Pet Services helps clone troopers find forever friends to help them acclimate to their new civilian lives and to assist with the scars of war; both visible and invisible.
Pets 4 Vets is a nonprofit organization, proudly funded by the senate with notable senators such as Padmé Amidala, Riyo Chuchi, and Mon Mothma volunteering time and funds to the cause!
Submit your fics and art!
Submission Requirements • How To Submit • Meet the Founder • Ideas and Suggestions
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Meet Our Founder: Calixte Sey!
Calixte has always been passionate about animal husbandry and from a young age was drawn to the creatures of the galaxy! She sports every scar with pride as they remind her of the beauty of all the animals she has interacted with throughout her life.
As an adult she decided to channel that passion into uniting the sentient and non-sentient beings of the galaxy into the purest union: creature assisted occupational and behavioral therapy.
As soon as the Clone Rights and Personhood Act was signed into law, she knew where the Force was guiding her and immediately began working for establish Pets 4 Vets to support the troopers who fought so valiantly for the Republic!
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Tech
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Husband material
i just love him sm....
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What are all these crates, @capt-traitor?
You said you needed to make ONE stop on Coruscant!
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The results may look half-assed, but the effort was full-fanny.
"I cant draw" then do it bad who gives a fuck.....
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Tech & Non-Verbal Reader
Lazy writing because I want to get this down before I lose it.
As much as I love good dialog, it isn't always realistic. I, for example, have a very hard time verbalizing my thoughts when I'm upset, overstimulated, or overstressed.
And for some reason, Tech popped into my head.
So, to that end ...
The mission wasn't a failure. In fact, in Tech's mind, it was a success. The Batch achieved their goal and everyone was safe. That they had to survive a hail of blaster fire was just par for the course. Naturally, he wasn't looking forward to the numerous repairs that the ship now needed, but it was in his opinion not too gross a price to pay.
But he suspected you had a different opinion. Since returning to the Marauder, you had been distant. You didn't initiate conversations with any of the boys, you moved almost like a droid, all halting and rigid. It was unsettling to see you like this. Not just dour - it was like you were operating on nothing but muscle memory while your mind was clearly elsewhere.
Eventually, all the others fell asleep in their various choice locations, leaving just you and Tech in the cockpit. But still, it was like you didn't notice, staring unblinkingly ahead at the blur of hyperspace.
"Is everything alright?" It's concerning, though unsurprising, how it appears you don't hear him. He highly suspects that for all intent and purposes, you don't.
Ensuring all is correct with the autopilot, Tech turns the pilot seat to face you, grabbing onto your hands, squeezing and hoping that the pressure will ground you. Only when your eyes turn to him - too wide and unseeing for his liking - does he repeat his question.
His stomach churns as you nod and smile. It doesn't reach your eyes - a hollow act meant only for the benefit of others. His first reaction is frustration. Did you not trust him? But then he sees how you're twitching now that you're back to yourself - tapping your fingers against his hand, juggling your leg - and he suspects something deeper at play. He may not have Wrecker's intuition or Hunter's senses, but he is skilled at reading basic body language. You weren't turning away or pulling back. You faced him openly, invitingly. So it wasn't about him but something was weighing on you and stopping you from relying on him.
"What is it? I cannot help if I am unaware of the problem." Finally, you look him dead in the eye, connecting if briefly before looking to the ground, your eyes shifting back and forth. The way you purse your lips to the side would be endearing in any other circumstance. Tech notes each of the numerous times you open your mouth slightly only to close it again. Your twitching increases and you begin blinking rapidly.
"Is it difficult for you to express yourself verbally at times like this?"
Being correct, while a common sensation for him, still always gave Tech a sense of satisfaction. But the relief that coursed through him seeing your eyes shine at being understood was sweeter than any "I told you so" he ever said to his brothers. Your nod confirming his assumption was welcome, though unnecessary.
"Come here, then." Physical intimacy was still something Tech was adjusting to. Not that he didn't enjoy it, rather it was never a need for him and just a facet of life he was unaccustomed to adjusting for. But he knew hugs calmed you down normally - though generally Wrecker would beat him to it when you were upset much to his clandestine chagrin. This, though, was something he would happily adjust to for your benefit.
Pulling you to your feet, Tech slips into the chair under you and sets you in sideways in his lap, knees over the armrest. With only minimal effort, he guides your head to his neck and holds you tight, again applying pressure therapy.
You try to speak a few times, the pathetic squawks and squeaks coming from you pulling at his heart at your attempts to apologize. You were strong, vibrant, bubbly without being overbearing. Pathetic was never a trait he would ascribe to you. Whatever it was that brought you so low must be eradicated.
"It's all right, sweetheart. There is no need to rush, and certainly no need for apologies. I'll be here when you're ready." He pauses, feeling the wet of your tears against his neck, soaking into the collar of his blacks. "And if you're not." The addition is a little unsettling - he does not like the thought of leaving this interaction not knowing exactly what's wrong, how to fight it, how to prevent it. He fixes things, that's what he does. And he can't fix this if he's left ignorant. But it's not about him right now. He just needs to help you enough to get you back to baseline, and if that meant not pressuring you to open up, then that's what he's going to do.
Eventually, you both relax - pressure therapy working on him as well. Tech is objectively impressed how much stress he retained in his body that physical stimulation was able to release.
"Thank you, Tech." Small, but unshaking, your voice is a delight to him. You borrow impossibly deeper into him, warming him from the inside out at the way you find comfort in him. "Can we talk about the rest tomorrow?"
"Of course, my dear. Of course. For now, get some rest."
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Tech's goggles always made me hc him as dyslexic, so here he is in the new shirt Phee got him
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With absolutely zero context, and please don't ask, would you be interested in doing a good deed today? ❤️
Trust only in the force. 😉💕
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you are KIDS. weaponize that. waste her time.
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Lol
Echo: I didn't think you'd remember me.
Emerie: How could I forget the multiple cyborgasms?
(Screenshot edit based on two shots combined to get a split diopter effect.)
Something about this scene gave me the chills.
How could she possibly know him?
For a split second I thought she knew him from Skako Minor.
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