#gn!reaader

[rickydoodahgrimez]

so basically I've been imagining about sarcastic!reader x grumpy!rick grimes and every single time you see rick, he always has a frown on his face and every time you say a sarcastic comment, he's even more grumpy so you make it your next mission to make him smile every time you let out a sarcastic comment and lets say it works even more then you have expected ;)

[venusacrossthestars]

Can you please write anything about Tech? 🥺

Tech x Medic! reader (gender neutral)

A/N: My first ever request! I hope you like it because I poured my heart and soul into it, deadass. This is also the longest fic I have ever written with 4.35k words! I know nothing about medicine and medical practices other that my greys anatomy knowledge so please excuse all that, I also made up statistics and plant names for the sake of the story. And a very special thank you too @arieslost for beta reading and listening to me fangirl over this.

Summary: Reader meets the Bad Batch on their home world of Lothal, things and feelings progress from there.

Warnings: Medical talk, mentions of blood, injuries, kisses, slight angst but mostly fluff, swearing both SW swears and real swears, spelling errors.

Star Wars Masterlist

Life after the fall of the Republic wasn’t easy by any means, especially for the members of the Bad Batch. They had not only lost Crosshair but they lost the very thing they were made for.

The GAR medics and the Kaminoans normally looked after them and their health regards, but now since there was no Republic and they had Crosshair gunning after them it was hard to find good medical help along with any supplies that weren’t black market. And it was after a deal gone bad for Cid on Lothal that they met Y/n. It was by the pure luck of the maker that you found the batch when you did. Wrecker had been trying to show off and take down the squad of imperial troops and in the process had been shot through the plastoid armor. The batch seemingly out of supplies, hence why they were on this job in the first place, and had no idea what to do. You were walking back from your shift at the local cantina when you heard a commotion in the alleyway. Against better judgment you peeked around into the alley way to see 4 silhouettes, three huddled around one that was propped against the wall.

“We need to get him to a med center or he’ll bleed out,” voice 1 proclaimed in a matter-of-fact tone.

“We know Tech, but how are we supposed to bring him to a med center on a planet that is swarming with imperials, its all of us signing our death certificate,” a second voice responded to the first.

“I was only informing you of the urgency of the situation, we have no bacta patches nor shots back on the ship so I can be of no aid.”

Now there were a few options you could do: you could help, leave them be, or if you cared enough find some imperial troopers you could turn them in. Luckily for them you didn’t give two bantha shits about the Empire to turn over this group of men, so that left you with option one and two. On one hand they could be a group of criminals that were dangerous and could kill you with no hesitation, or one the other hand they could be just a group of people that were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Crusing yourself for poor self-survival skills you approached the group cautiously.

“Excuse me,” you began. You didn’t get very far in your sentence before you were face to face with blasters that the three mobile men were holding.

“Take a step closer and I’ll shoot,” the one with the bandana stated.

“I’m not here to hurt you or your friend, I overheard your conversation. If you are trying to hide from the Empire I suggest keeping your voices down. But I can help, I was going to school to become a medic before the Empire took over. Please your friend here looks like he is going to pass out soon.” The three men looked at each other and you waited for the go-ahead from at least on of them.

“If you try anything I won’t hesitate to pull this trigger, do you understand me?” Bandana boy asked, in which you rapidly shook your head in reply.

You proceeded to dump your belonging on the alley way floor looking for the basic aid kit you had in there. Life after the fall of the Republic wasn’t easy for you, you spent most of your academic years studying to become a trauma medic to help serve on the front lines of the GAR. It was your duty to give back somehow to the Republic, but then it was announced that the war was over and the that the Republic was to be reorganized into the first galactic empire, it didn’t seem right, that the war was over that fast. There was no time to dwell on these thoughts as you finally found what you are looking for in your bags small medical case, a stim and a bacta patch. Wonderful things stims are, especially for field medics, it gets most of the brunt work done in a small dose and the bacta patch for the skin wound.

“There you go, you should be all good now, try not to put much strain on the shoulder, the wound might be healed but using it while sore may cause long term damage,” you tell the man you just patched up while handing him a piece of candy you keep in your bag, “something sweet afterwards always helps the mood. Anyways, you guys should be all set, try not to get anymore injuries.” You tell the rest of the group while standing up from your position on the ground.

The one with the scomp link takes a step forward, “Thank you for your help, you didn’t have to. I’m Echo, the one on the ground is Wrecker, the one with the data pad is Tech, and then thre is Hunter, who threatened to shoot you.”

“Y/n,” you introduce, “this isn’t a place for a group of rogue clones to be hanging around, but I can see you already know that,” guestering to the clone you now know as Wrecker.

The four of them look at each other before Tech speaks up, “How did you know-”

“How do I know your clones? Well for the one the armor might be painted but you can still tell by the helmets, and well you kind of all look the same so I made an educated guess based off the two facts I had.”

“Is there anything we can do to repay you? We don’t have much but we could probably be something we can offer.” Hunter offers.

“I heard you have a ship, yes?”

“Yes, we do.”

“Well I want passage off world, you need a chain code now to leave the planet on a public transport, a chaincode that I don’t have, and I want off world as fast as possible, deal?”

“Deal.”

The batch returned to Ord Mantell with Y/n, promising them that after they dropped off Cid’s cargo they would bring them to the planet of their choice. It was while they were in the back dealing with Cid that Y/n met Omega sitting at the bar and the young girl was enamored with Y/n, asking questions about the planet where they grew up, their medical training, and if that Wrecker would be okay. You were patient, answering every question the child had.

“Will you be staying with us?”

“Sorry kiddo I won’t, I asked them for passage to a planet of my choice.”

“But what if Wrecker gets hurt again and the others don’t know what to do! Or what if something happens and I don’t know enough to help them. I can’t loose my brothers, they’re all I have.” Omega gave you these wide pleading eyes, in which you could only sigh to in response. Luckily enough Hunter and the rest had emerged from the back of the cantina.

“Hunter, Hunter,” Omega calls while running up to him.

“What’s wrong ‘Meg,” he asks concerned while glancing at you.

“They’re a medic you have to convince them to stay with us, we need them. What if something happens to you guys and none of us can help? Then what?”

“Omega, I can’t force Y/n to do anything they don’t want to do, if they want to be dropped off at the next planet that’s what we’re going to do.”

“Statistically speaking Hunter, having a medic aboard will cut injury risk anywhere from 43% to 64% and with proper medical knowledge lower the misuse of medical supplies by half. That and we no longer have access to the GAR nor the Kaminoans medical help,” Tech speaks without looking up from his tablet.

Omega and Hunter both look at Tech and then to you, seemingly waiting your input. “What the hell, why not. I’m in no rush to get to a planet and have to try and rebuild my entire life.” And at that statement Omega let out a whoop of celebration and ran a lap around the cantina until she ended up at you waist giving you a huge squeeze.

Life after the fall of the Republic wasn’t easy for the batch wasn’t easy, but they had Omega and now Y/n.

It had only been a few cycles since you joined the batch and things were going smoothly, more or less. You’ve been getting along with the batch pretty easily, especially Tech and Echo. Due to them not having access to the any of the pervious medical supplies it was hard for Echo to be comfortable in with his prosthetics, you’ve been helping him manage the pain by trying different salves and lotions that you had from Lothal.

Tech on the other hand was eager to learn whatever medical knowledge you were willing to share, due to him perviously being the batch’s medic before you came along, he was eager to see where he could improve. The two of you spent many nights on watch discussing different facts and theories.

“Supposedly on some planets there is this plant, that if you digest the roots it help your cells regenerate faster, I read about it in my textbooks when I was in school,” you tell Tech one night while flying back to Ord Mantell.

“Yes, Irink. Native to Kashyyyk, the planet is known to be home to many interesting varieties of flora, such as ones that rely on the protein of insects to help them survive instead of the usual sunlight and water,” Tech adds.

“Ugh, what I would do to get my hands on that plant, I would even sell one of my own kidney’s,” you sign out while throwing your head against the head rest of the co-pilot seat.

Tech doesn’t say anything to this, instead just cast you a side glance while pulling the ship out of hyperspace. Tech hasn’t said any of this to you but, he finds himself being pulled towards you more and more, whether it might be from the different knowledge you care to share with him, or how your patient with all his little information dumps, or how your eyes crinkle when you slime at a corny joke he manages to make once in a great while.

Landing back at the port on Ord Mantell after another mission was a welcomed familiarity, Wrecker and Omega would go off to get the mantell mix; Hunter, Echo and Tech would go and debrief with Cid and you’d normally do whatever until it was time to leave again.

Today you’d decided to wait for the group to finish up their debriefing with Cid instead of roaming the market, and it was safe to say that none of the three men where happy coming out from the back.

“I don’t like this one, that planet is swarming with imperials. I know we’ve done risky ones before but we’ve been doing too risky too often,” Hunter explains to the other.

Just before you go to ask whats wrong Omega and Wrecker come in with laughs and their tasty treat in hand but they quickly go silent when they see the serious expression on Hunters face.

“Hunter what’s the matter,” Wrecker asks while setting Omega down on a nearby stool.

“Cid wants us to go to Corellia to retrieve a retired bounty hunter who supposedly holds information against some of her former bounty hunters that are in league with the empire,” Hunter explains, “It pays well so we can’t say no, but I don’t like it, we’ve been doing risky too much.”

“Those imperials are no match for us,” Wrecker says while cracking his knuckles and neck.

“Do I need to remind you of the situation of how we all first met?” You quirk.

“Y/n’s right,” Tech says,” our success rate for missions has steadily decreased ever since we been taking more mission on planets with imperial presence.”

“For this one Omega I want you to stay here,” Hunter begins, but Omega is quick to respond.

“But-”

“Omega I want no arguments on this one you understand, Y/n will be staying with you.”

“Woah, woah, woah. Slow down there, why am I staying here? Do you really think that’s the best call here? I hate to be the bearer of bad news but what if something happens like the night on Lothal what will you guys do?” You respond.

“I trust that you have restocked the supplies enough for that if something major were to happen we would be able to hold our own until we got back to you.”

“Personally I think its a crap idea.”

“Well I suggest you better go check the supplies and double check we have what we need bc we leave in a hour.”

You don’t respond to Hunter instead you huff and roll your eyes while walking out of Cid’s and to the Marauder. It wasn’t a long walk to the ship, once you arrived you quickly got to work checking that the med pack had everything they needed for every possible worst case scenario. While on your triple check you hear footsteps coming up the ramp.

“Mesh’la, are you alright,” you hear Tech ask.

“I’m fine Tech.”

“No, your tone of voice is too low for you to be fine, whats wrong.” You turn to face Tech and when you meet his eyes you see the genuine concern and tenderness in them.

“I feel as if something is going to go wrong when I’m not there, I won’t be able to help, I don’t like feeling useless,” You confess.

“Your not useless, mesh’la, in fact you probably have the most important job of all, watching over Omega,” you chuckle at this response, “ and besides,” Tech continues,” since that night we met you on Lothal our serious injury percent rate has been at 0%, which is the ideal percentage.”

“Thank you for that Tech,” you say, “it means a lot but I can’t help but worry, its in my nature.”

“No worries mesh’la I only try to help.”

“What does that mean?”

“What does what mean?”

“Mesh’la, what does it mean?”

“He’ll tell you when he gets back,” Echo pipes in from the door followed by Wrecker and Hunter , “we have to go, we need to leave earlier than expected, everything set to go doc?”

You roll your eyes at the nickname, “Yes Echo everything is ready to go,” you turn to Tech, “everything is in there for any emergency I could think of, just please be careful.”

“We’ll try,” Hunter says.

You walk towards the ramp but before you descend you look at Tech and say, “I expect you back in one piece, I want to know what mesh’la means.” To which he doesn’t reply but as he nods his head you can see the faintest of blush on his cheeks. Tech retreats into the ship and not a moment later you are left in the empty hanger with nothing but worry for the rogue group of clones.

Entertaining Omega is easy once you find something that interest her, and today’s topic of interest is shopping. The markets of Ord Mantell have a lot to offer, especially in food and medical supplies. Each planet has their own variations of salves and herbs used for healing. Being on Lothal most of your life didn’t give you an opportunity to dabble in the other off world stuff, but here you had what ever the sellers had. Omega looked around with curious eyes and pointed towards a container holding a pink-ish colored salve.

“That one is used for burns, most of the pink or reddish tones are, however don’t use them on chemical burns, for those you want to use more of the yellowish tinted one,” you explain while pointing to the container next to it.

“What about poisons?” She asks.

“Well normally you want to use an elixir, and those depend on what kind of poison it is. Elixir’s are known to normally have some of the poison mixed into it.”

The majority of the day continues on like this, you shopping through the market picking up supplies that the batch is running low on and some different salves that might help Echo’s scarring between skin and prosthetics. That night you return to Cid’s for dinner awaiting any news from the batch, nothing comes through that night.

The long wait continued for 2 more days, and Omega and yourself were growing restless. Some missions took longer than others, yes, but this was was too long for comfort. That night while you and Omega were eating your stew when your comm rang, it was fast but it was Hunter saying that they were back and to meet them at the docking bay.

Once upon the Marauder, you gave a once over to all of the guys, sending them on their way after, and while checking Tech you noticed a hand wrapping that wasn’t there when they left.

“What did you do to your hand,” you ask Tech as you unwrapped his left hand.

“Nothing too serious, it was a simple miscalculation on my behalf.”

“Hmmm, you’re right, its nothing to serious but what happened to being careful?” You asked him while re-wrapping his hand in a new bandage.

“Well, I cut it on the gift I got you.”

“You got me a gift?”

“Yes, let me grab it.” Tech said as he left the room.

A gift, why did Tech feel the need to get you a gift? But, before you could give more thought into it he came back in the room with a hand behind his back.

You raised your eyebrow at him, “Well, what is it?”

Tech moves the object from behind him right to your level of sight.

“Tech! No way,” you exclaim, “an Irink, how did you manage to get your hands on this?”

“A wookie vendor was selling a variety of plants and I recognized it from your description, although I suspect he did not know anything about the plant and its rumored abilities.”

“Tech thank you so much! I love it! Will you help me dissect it? I want to harvest and preserve all I can then replant what buds remain.”

“Of course mesh’la.”

“Oh you never got to tell me what that means,” you say as you walk towards the workbench that has Tech’s various projects on it. You set the plant down and start to carefully remove the leaves, buds, thorns, and roots. You feel Tech come up behind you and look over your shoulder.

“Beautiful,” he whispers.

“What?” you ask as you turn your head over your shoulder to look at him.

“Mesh’la it means beautiful in mando’a”

“Your calling me beautiful, but why?”

“Because you are”

Without thinking you quickly press your lips against his cheek, “thank you Tech,” you mutter.

“No problem mesh’la, now how about we dissect this plant.”

A few weeks have passed since the mesh’la incident, much hasn’t progressed between Tech and you, but that was alright for the time being. The two of you, however, have been spending more alone time together. The two of you were in the front of the ship making your way to some back water planet that you have already forgotten the name of.

You were on a simple recon mission, just find the location of a building and report back to Cid, an easy mission for an easy pay check, or so you all originally thought.

You and the batch haven’t even been on the planet for more than an hour when Tech spots imperial troops making their approach, and not even 30 minutes later you are in an abandoned sewage pipes running from the imperial troops on your tail. Before you can run any further you run into the back of a still Echo, and that’s where you hear an unfamiliar voice speak up.

“Running away so soon Hunter?”

“Crosshair,” Hunter replies, pushing Omega behind him.

You peak over Echo’s shoulder to see the man, the brother, you’ve only heard stories about.

“What do we have here? Another stray?” Crosshair glances at you, “I didn’t expect you to replace me with a civvie.”

“Crosshair, let us go. This has played out before and you know we’ll get away.”

“Not this time, you see we are at a cross road and I have my troops closing in on every direction, you might be able to run but not for long.”

Panic shoots through you, this was not how you were expecting the day to go, at all. You can see Tech motioning his head up towards Hunter and you move you eyes to where he had just been nodding to. Pipes. Tech must have been scanning the era for any possible distractions. Hunter nods in understanding, and in sync they pull out their blasters and shoot the pipes across from them.

The hall fills with steam, leaving both side to shoot blindly, the blots bounce off the pipes leaving both parties in utter confusion, you hear Hunter shouting for the rest of you to move it and you feel what you presume to be Tech’s hand at the base of your spine leading you in the direction of Hunter’s voice.

One moment you are moving towards Hunter and the others the next you are on the ground screaming in pain. A bolt must of hit the back of your right leg because all you feel is this white-hot fire.

You feel a arm snake around your back and under your right arm hoisting you up from your position on the ground.

“Mesh’la, can you hear me, what happened, are you alright,” Tech asks, voice laced with concern.

“My leg, the blot hit the back of my leg,” you quickly explain as Tech helps you limp along a different path in the tunnels.

“You’re going to be alright, we aren’t far from the ship, my scans indicate that their is an unblocked exit not to far from here, if I help you will you be able to walk til we get there?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Tech! Y/n!” Omega and Echo call.

As you and Tech catch up to Echo as he asks, “what happened back there?”

“I was shot in the back of my leg by one of the stray bolts,” you explain through gritted teeth as the pain slowly moves down your leg and up to your hip.

The six of you make your way towards the exit Tech has directed you to, all the while the pain is becoming to much too handle. Your right leg completely gives out and you nearly fall to the ground, taking Tech with you.

“Okay mesh’la, I’m going to have to carry you the rest of the way back, is that alright,” Tech asks to which you weakly nod your head. As he goes to pick you up, his hand grazes the wound causing you to let out a small sherik of pain, “I’m so sorry Y/n, that wasn’t my intention.”

The rest of the journey is rough, the terrain is rocky making it hard for Tech not to jostle you around, eventually you make it back to the Marauder and Tech quickly set you down on a bunk to go grab your med kit.

The shot was closer towards the top of your kneecap, thankfulling missing your knee tendons. Tech came back with the med kit in hand and make work or removing the fabric of your right pant leg to see the wound.

“Okay so what you are going to need to do first it-” you begin to explain to Tech but you are cut off when you see he has already started the first and second step.

“Mesh’la I know this is your job but please, let me do this for you. I’ve taken notes of all the things you’ve explained to me before, just please let me do this,” he tells you with a slight crack in his voice. You simply nod your head at this and continue to let him work.

Tech works fast and efficiently, patching you up quicking. Once done he helps you sit up against the headboard of the bunk with both your legs stretched out in front of you while he is kneeled on the ground to your side.

“The bacta should kick in soon, but the recovery process won’t be easy, the wound wasn’t deep, thankfully missing the back of all your tendons, and major arteries. Your muscles will be sore for a while, and you skin should be irritated,” he explains while his hands grasp yours.

“Well, this will just give me the excuse to try the Irink now, won’t it”, you smirk to Tech.

Tech lets out a sigh as he stands, “You really scared me today, I was so scared. I didn’t know what was going on all I know is that we were moving away and then you were screaming.”

“Tech, I’m okay, nothing major happened, I was scared too. Its part of the risk I take going with you guys.”

Tech just rubs his fingers under the bridge of his googles sighing, he leans down and kisses the top of your head.

Unsatisfied with this, you pull him down by the collar of this exposed blacks and press your lips to his. Tech slowly wraps his fingers around the back of your head, pressing your lips further into his. You slowly pull away, foreheads remain touching.

“That was nice,” Tech says.

“That is was.”

“We should do that again.”

“For research purposes?”

“For research purposes,” he says as he places both his hands on your cheeks and pulls you in for another sweet kiss.

Life after the fall of the Republic wasn’t easy for Tech or Y/n but for now Tech had his brothers, sister and Y/n; and Y/n had Tech and the rest of the bad batch.