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Sorry, Wrong Comms! : Hunter x Medic!Reader [Chapter 9]

Warnings and Information: Intended audience is 13+ (18 if you squint). This one gets a li'l spicy if you know how to read between the lines; also both angsty and fluffy. Should know the drill on my use of Mando'a, italics and my headcanons by now if you’ve been following along with the AU series this far. Star Wars and real-world swearing. Implied use of One Bed Trope in regards to how and where Hunter slept. Body worship (centered for Hunter; Hunter’s body worship for Reader is a touch more… poetic so it is easy to apply to all sorts of fem-coded Readers 🩷). Consent and boundaries are sexy, folks!

Along with more vague references to Med!Reader’s past, which are up to the imagination of you the reader, there’s mention of Hunter’s war service, both canon and fictionalized just for the purpose of the fic. Brief and vague allusions to the experimentation of all members of CF99 at the hands of the Kaminoans and the “really bad mission” Omega mentioned that Tech knew more details of but it’s kept vague so it’s not explicit and gory [I know that’s not everyone’s cup of tea even for the age rating]. References to Hunter’s nightmares about Plan 99 and a strong implication of a *panic attack. Medic!Reader shows off a little more of why she’d be nicknamed a JOAT-med by helping Hunter through it in a healthy way; we don’t diminish feelings here.

Stuff starts getting more lighthearted after Wrecker pulls the third verbal “sorry, wrong comms!” moment of the series. Domestic!Clones content kicking off, be still my heart~

Word-count: 6,260

“Good morning…” The husky croak of the sergeant’s morning-voice found itself unexpectedly in the shell of the woman’s ear in the morning, both tangled up with the other so comfortably it felt deliberate. Nothing about right now suggested that hesitancy to scooch up beside her on the mattress so she could tend to that headache Hunter developed last night. How, this time, he’d been the one to fall asleep under her hands. His head, free of the bandana he’d tied too tight, settled on the tops of her thighs, his curled brown hair spilling freely across her lap as she’d massaged his head. 

“Mmm… Morning, handsome.”

Handsome indeed… and she thought him resting on his stomach, resting his eyes for just a little… a minute more, mesh'la on the comfortable nest of bedding and pillows on the mattress top last night was something. (The unconscious way he’d found and swaddled the medic’s Tooka doll named in memory of her first pet when she was still awake was nothing short of adorable, for certain.)

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I mean not really a spoiler, but after that Episode, I am going to throw up. I now hate everyone and everything.

Me: "I should go to bed I have somewhere to be at 6am"

Also me at 1am: "Just reading a little fanfic won't hurt"

TBB S2E12 SPOILERS

“What are you doing just standing around?”

Oooooo, buddy im gonna

Let him have his memorial

@mrs-grumpysniper's tags with this was hilarious. This is absolutely beautiful art and I agree with each one of those tags

Just some quick Crosshair anatomy practice!! ^__^

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP KDJSHNGKSLHJglk,jfklh;ldf

It is a legal requirement for people to tag me in icons and gif sets of Crosshair from the new episode sorry I dont make the rules but I sure as fuck enjoy enforcing them

The Bad Batch:

… I don’t know what to say let’s just say I’m fucking crying and screaming and I hate life so fucking much.

today is officially 2 month since graduating and my goodness this feels like I'm just skipping a lot (wouldn't be surprised I skipped an average a 3 day per week) I was definitely so burnt out, but now I miss my old fav teachers

dear teacher sory i did not do your assignment.unfortu nately i have Died FOREVER!!!!!!! ok i will see u tmrw

Just a little PSA yea

I don’t like the bad batch anymore…