Not shocking at all, you're handsome (HOT)
Wrecker: This is my brother! Don't worry, he doesn't bite! :D
The brother in question:
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"
if it isn’t the empire, it’s criminals and convicts
if it isn’t criminals and convicts, it’s a giant machine of death
if it isn’t a giant machine of death, it’s a literal zillo beast
if it isn’t any of these, it’s a TSUNAMI
give them a BREAK
I’m not ok. I’m really not.
Oh my good, Hunter hanging there using just the strength of one arm and his legs, catching something out of mid-air—
I got goth fairy 😂
i got gay daddy too 😂
TBB S2E16 SPOILERS
I need to lie down
I’m devastated
I’m confused
I’m emotionally WRECKED
WHAT IS HAPPENING
I Think the pfp is cursed because today has been absolute hell
my life has turned into a horror movie ever since you put this pfp and now the header?? alanah, goodness, have mercy
No mercy here
NVM that was so cute I love Hunter so much this episode.
anyone else super nervous for tonights episode. I have this gut feeling something big Is going to happen
Bad batch we spoilers ahead-
Dave FUCKING filoni
If you leave Cody on a cliffhanger AGAIN- I SWEAR on my left BIG TOE that I’ll BURN EVERYONE ONE OF YOUR LEFT SHOES
Warnings and Information: Intended audience is 13+ (18 if you squint.) **THIS IS PART TWO OF CHAPTER 7.** I needed to cut the chapter in “half” to avoid a massive word count! Should hopefully know the drill about my use of italics, Mando'a and headcanons by this point in the series. Couple of lines throughout both halves get suggestive.
Party shenanigans continue! The birthday presents are described in a vague, general manner to leave it up to your imagination and better fit all manner of hobbies/interests! Sorry Hunter, siblings will be siblings, and that means some teasing/plotting. Mostly Star Wars swearing. Medic!Reader (finally) meets the Captain. Rex being a proud older brother; bonus healthy emotional outlets for everyone! Some accidental eavesdropping leads to discovering how much our broody sergeant worries about getting involved with the Empire (and other things). Tech takes his turn at trickery. Local Man brags/rambles about his family in a confessional love letter like A Weirdo (Affectionate); the way to Hunter’s heart is caring for his brothers and sister. Mild panic and awkwardness. Hints of the writer’s thinly disguised current romantic fantasies? It’s more likely than you think. Someone steps on glass, but no blood! Unintentional sibling “trickery” (Echo’s, referenced from Chapter 3, if you can even call it that) and two counts of very intentional, suggestive teasing during one instance (ten credits if you guess both correctly, five if you guess one right) are also present amid other occurrences of sibling shenanigans.
Word-count: 8,540
“Start with the smallest present!” Omega called, clambering excitedly into Wrecker’s lap as he barely got himself lowered on the floor after carrying all of the presents into the common area from Echo’s room.
The medic laughed with a curious brow quirking at the smallest Clone who was the big sister of the Batch, plucking the indicated item off the top of the pile at her feet. It was clearly just a small envelope that’d been swaddled in gift paper at the first feel of things. The gift-giver’s name was a short, illegible smear of ink and all [____] could make out was the general markings of “cresh” of the Aurebesh alphabet somewhere in the middle of it. “Uh-oh, things got more than a little messy I see. I wanna see if I can guess who this is from. Ink smear is a little too short to be Crosshair at least.” She teased, carefully removing the wrapping paper before working her nail under the edge of the seal flap to ease it open.
“How sure are you about that?” Crosshair challenged all in good fun with a wicked grin over the rim of his fourth different mocktail combination, “While it’s nothing like your’s, I’ll have you know that’s my best handwriting yet, doc.” The sniper’s sarcastic nature was only further spurred on by the exaggerated eye roll and equally-sarcastic yeah-yeah-yeah murmuring of the medic and Hunter pinching the bridge of his nose with a muted sigh before flashing him two hand signals.
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