Love, Love, Love This So Far

Love, love, love this so far

Sorry, Wrong Comms! : Hunter x Medic!Reader [Chapter 6]

Warnings and Information: Intended audience is 13+ (18 if you squint). Tech’s never beating the space!Tablet Kid allegations for this chapter lmao. A couple of lines here and there get suggestive: CF99’S favorite medic friend is deep in thought about the shortest man of all the Batchers today. ;) Should know the drill on my usage of italics, Mando'a and headcanons by now for the series. Passing reference to a little Twi'lek kid being injured in an upsetting/unsettling way (accidental burns from a fusion cutter), but he’s okay! We cry like men in this house because we’ve learned (slightly) better coping mechanisms almost a year after Order 66 in this AU!! Mentions of medical stitches, prescription medication and paraphernalia. Some fluff. Some angst. Mutual pining if you squint. Mostly Star Wars but also real-world swearing. Occasionally jumping character-focus. Observed mentions (by Tech) of Hunter’s avoidant behaviors near the end of the chapter with Tech lying to Medic!Reader so he doesn’t ruin Hunter’s plan.

Word-count: 7,718

Tech was hurrying out the door and down the short stoop as [____] approached, head buried in his datapad like a distracted kid. “Good morning, Tech! Where are you off to in such a hurry?” she tried, amused to see him already so busy with something. Most of the long-term residents of this spaceport would still be sleeping, but here Tech was, already looking like he’d been awake for hours. Well, with exception of Omega, getting up early was still by and large habitual for this band of brothers, she reminded herself. (A war didn’t stop just because you got a little sleepy…)

There was no stopping the bespectacled Clone, he hardly broke his stride as he stepped away from his front door but made sure to greet her over his shoulder to avoid offense. “Shipyards. Docking fee day. Have to hurry before there’s a line. Good morning, [____]." 

Heh. Catch you another time, then, she thought with a laugh. The shipyards didn’t open for another few minutes, according to her wrist device, but Tech and his love of optimization and efficiency didn’t care much for waiting in line. As she watched his retreating figure walk down the street, she could have sworn one of his arms was moving very gingerly, and his gait looked a little stiff. Weird night of sleep and woke up in some uncomfortable position, perhaps? Wouldn’t be the first time, given he’s been reported to sleep in the pilot’s seat of the Marauder when her friends were off traveling, much to the worry of his family. Or maybe he fell asleep at his desk again, tinkering with another project. 

Perhaps, and stars she hoped not, there’d been some concerns with Hunter last night. Wonder how Hunter slept… How was he? Was he awake now, and would she have time to bid him good morning, see for herself that the man she dreamed about last night was, hopefully, okay? 

Mercifully, her dream was not of what had transpired only yesterday. Instead she’d dreamed about that night she must have fallen asleep on the couch rather suddenly when Hunter had taken care of her injuries, and kindly offered to knead knotted muscle and tissue for her in further apologies for rudely rousing her from sleep. Had she and Hunter not been startled awake because of Omega, perhaps [____] would have been able to first apologize for dozing off on him, quite literally, but also thank Hunter for being a good sport about it. If she knew then what was made a little more evident to her just yesterday, she was nearly positive that that night probably brought up a lot of strong feelings for him. Feelings, and certain actions, Wrecker had told her their family’s marksman had made innuendo of.

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