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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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Today is February 1st which means it is finally the start of Concert season!!! Which also means 3 days till my first music festival of the season and 6 days until I get to see Carrie Underwood in concert! There is nothing I love more then concerts (of course with the exception of @superiorsniperand @tbbs-best-hair I definitely love them slightly more then a good concert).

Oh my good, Hunter hanging there using just the strength of one arm and his legs, catching something out of mid-air—

We've found the solution to Crosshair leaving the Empire! Just let him eat something and he'll start thinking straight.

He's in his Reputation (Hunter's version) era.

"I don't like your perfect crimes. How you laugh when you lie, you said the gun is mine, isn't cool, NO I DON'T LIKE YOU"

hunter is gonna be in his re/vengeful dad era next season... oh i cannot fucking wait.

I’m in paaaaiiiiinnn

It’s a glorious day to ignore canon

Sorry, Wrong Comms! : Hunter x Medic!Reader [Chapter 7.5]

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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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

Oh no Hunter is in his single dad era :(

My friend just pointed out that Echo just left poor Hunter to be a single parent. XD