#they said bad boy romance and they MEANT that shit | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

kaytheday · 11 days ago

Text

It's Always Gonna be Us - Soda and Ace and their Unrequited Love

Ace had known about Soda’s crush on her since the 4th grade. Before, when they were kids, it didn’t seem to matter so much. The foreign ideas of love and devotion getting tangled with the scrawny elbows and skinned knees that messy childhood friendship brought. Ace was just one of the guys. Wrestling at recess and sucking on the honeysuckle flowers on the walk home after school.

Then fourth grade hit and it seemed like everyone tried too hard to grow up. Everyone wanted to be an adult when all Ace wanted to do was stay a kid. They were all worrying about the way that they looked, what adults thought of them, but the worst part was the newest fascination with the opposite sex.

Everyone grew obsessed with their crushes and that’s when Ace noticed it. Sodapop was still the same kid but he became different with her. Softer and more obsessive. If she had known what those words meant in the fourth grade.

He held doors for her and complemented her and gave her a lot more hugs. Ace pretended not to notice but it was really grating on her nerves to be treated differently than the rest of the gang. Not that they ever were qualified as just friends in the first place. The gang had always been closer than closer and thicker than blood, Soda and Ace especially. But while Soda wanted to be more than friends, Ace just wanted everything to stay the same.

So they prattled on through middle school while Ace just made fun of him and pretended not to notice his little crush but mostly made fun of him. She never missed the looks he threw her when he thought she wasn’t looking and she thought she might die of embarrassment. Ace had never thought of herself and the potential of romance. She usually cringed when she heard boys calling their girlfriends ‘my girl’ or some shit. She wasn’t anyone's girl and she certainly wasn’t about to belong to anyone. Even if it was Soda, the same kid that she’d grown up with, the kid that was like her brother. Ace had always belonged to herself. Growing up alone and an orphan will teach you that. You only really have yourself even if you have a big brother that would do anything to protect you.

Then they were fourteen, in middle school and just worried about surviving. Soda was still in love with her but she’d learned to live with it by now. Play it off like she didn’t know, like it didn’t mean anything. They were cutting morning classes one day to bum around town. They’d probably go to the gas station and steal some gum, maybe go get a milkshake. It was just Ace and Soda that day. Steve and Johnny were actually worried about school, Two-Bit was only going to class because he had what he said was a ‘hottie with a body’ in one of his classes and Pony was still in elementary school. Suddenly Soda turned to her, his bubblegum breath hot in her face and smiled that big white toothy grin.

“You goin’ to the dance Acey?” She looked at him, scoffing and shoving his shoulder.

“You mean the school dance? Like the one for school?” He cocked an eyebrow.

“Yeah of course, why? You goin’ to other dances with a boy that I’m unaware of?” Ace just laughed.

“No, I’m not going to the dance Soda. You know how it always is! Too many socy types all drinking daddy's liquor.”

“It’s not that bad. I was thinkin’ maybe we could go. Like together?” Ace tried again to play it off and grin but it was hard when Sodapop Curtis was staring at her with those big blue puppy dog eyes and the most innocent look on his face.

“You want me to get dressed up? Like all them soc girls do? Could you imagine me in a dress? You're full of shit!” He’d laughed if off but Ace didn’t miss the hurt in his eyes. Ace wished more than anything she could feel the same way. That he wouldn’t have to be alone in this too. But her feelings didn’t quite match and she couldn’t stand the thought of faking it and giving him hope for something that would never turn out.

So she kept making fun of him and they made their way back to school. That was the last time Soda had brought up anything remotely related to his love for her.

The next time he brought it up wouldn’t be that easy.

Ace had been on the way to Darrys birthday party when Mr. and Mrs. Curtis were killed. She got there with Two-Bit and Steve, alarmed by the red and blue lights of the cop car sitting out in front of the house. All three greasers hid behind the neighbors roses waiting until the cop car drove off before daring to make a move.

To say that everyone was devastated was an understatement. After a fair amount of comforting, the rest of the gang cleared out so the boys could mourn privately.

Ace was pretty distraught herself. Mrs. Curtis had been around more than her own mom ever was and was one of the only adults in her life besides Gram that loved her unconditionally. It was hard to find adults that cared on the East side. The Curtis parents were a bright spot in a sea of drunks and abusers.

The whole gang went to the funeral. Ace had worn the nicest clothes she had. Which was a black and blue flour sack dress that she had been gifted at a church clothing drive. She’d sat next to Soda and held his hand through the whole thing. He cried as quietly as he could, instead trying to reassure Ponyboy who was sobbing through the whole funeral. He never let go of Ace’s hand though, holding onto it like a lifeline.

After the funeral, they went back to the Curtis house for a pretty pathetic funeral reception. Ponyboy shut himself up in his room, Johnny following while Darry busied himself greeting everyone. Soda looked like some sort of caged animal, nervous with shifting eyes, pulling at his sweaty collar looking like he was ready to jump out the window and start running. Ace wouldn’t even blame him if he did either.

“Can we get outta here?” He asked Ace, looking around and messing with his collar once again. She just nodded and they paired off and started walking. Ace was scared he’d combust if he stayed in that house much longer anyway. Soda undid the top few buttons of his dingy dress shirt, letting out a big breath as he began to roll up his sleeves.

They found their way to the park, the same place they always went when something was wrong. Ace sat down on the merry-go-round, while Soda just stood there. His arms were limp at his sides and he stared listlessly at the ground. She’d expected him to cry or freak out or even just stand there and keep staring at the ground, but he didn’t do any of that. Instead he looked at her with those pleading watery eyes saying words that he’d probably been holding in since the fourth grade. Words that might kill her.

“Ace, I love you… I’m in love with you.” Ace wished she could shove the words back in his mouth as soon as they came out.

“No you don’t Soda.”

“Yes I do.” He said quietly but firmly, dropping his head to meet her eyes with his watery ones. “Please?” To an outsider, the question might have seemed random and off kilter, but Ace knew exactly what he was asking. He was asking her to love him back. To fill the void left by tragedy and heartbreak that he thought only she could fill. Like most things in a greasers life, this conversation wasn’t going to be easy.

“Soda…” She began gently. “Why don’t you sit down? You look real bad off-.” He just threw his hands up in the air and started pacing a little. As glad as Ace was that he was moving again she hated why.

“I’m not bad off! I love you Ace! I’ve loved you since… forever, why can’t you just…” His voice cracks with tears and trails off. He’s swaying on his feet as Ace makes her way to him. To steady him and make sure he doesn’t fall. She helps him sit down on the rickety old merry-go-round, before sitting next to him. She doesn’t know what to say. Ace thought she’d have a few years at least before they had this conversation. She thought she’d have time to prepare.

“Soda, you don’t know what you’re sayin’. It’s been a hard day for everyone-.”

“Ace…” He started, his eyes going a little crazy, clearly on the verge of breaking. “This has nothing to do with my par… my parents, or anything else. I know myself, I know how I feel and I know my feelings for you are real. I love you Ace, I’ve loved you since we were kids and it hasn’t gone away or changed. You are so-.”

“Stop, please Soda.” His voice is taking on a desperate pleading tone, his eyes begging her to understand. Ace suddenly realizes that he’s not going to let this go. There is no way he can’t take another heartbreak, not today.

“I know I was bad in school. I know I’m stupid and not smart like you. And there’s a ton of things I don’t know but I do know this. I love you Ace.”

“Stop Soda, please.” Ace stands up, moving away from Soda.

“I love you Ace.” He repeats and her blood turns cold. “I love you so much, since we were little kids I have been in love with you and that hasn’t changed now. Ace I love-.”

“Stop saying you love me Soda!” She says, low and dangerous. A tone she usually never uses with Soda if she can help it. “You can’t love me! Not like that! We don’t fit together and I don’t think we ever will, not like that.” Ace doesn’t tell him but she doesn’t think she’ll ever fit with any man like that, but it's best to be honest with when he’s being like this. “You can’t love me Sodapop Curtis.” No one can. The last part hangs in the air.

“But I do.”

“Stop saying that! You’re like my brother.” Now it's her voice taking on that pleading tone. “You say that I get on your nerves all the time and you get on mine, do you really think being a couple would change that?”

“I love you Ace.” He says it for what feels like the hundredth time. The four words are broken and bruised, filled with so much loss and heartbreak that it makes Ace’s chest hurt.

“We’d be at each other’s throats by the end of the day and you’d be ashamed of me and we don’t fit together!”

“I could never be ashamed of you because I love you Ace.” He’s quiet and teary, just watching her explode because Ace doesn’t want things to change. Things have changed so much in the week since the Curtis parents died and now they would change again if Soda and her got together. She wanted things to stop changing and just be simple. Like when they were kids. Instead of saying all that, she just turns to him with a cold expression.

“That isn’t going to change the fact that I don’t love you. I am grateful to you and so happy to be your friend but I can’t love you. Not like that, not like you want me to.” He’s quiet for a moment, before dropping his head and emitting a low sound that a whimpering animal might make. Ace’s heart breaks for him but she doesn’t move to touch him, not when she’s so afraid that he’d interpret it wrong.

“Ace… I just have to say it. It’s like… it’s like I’ve been carrying this confession inside me since we were kids and I have to say it now. You and I know more than anyone how quick someone can go and if you left or died or something and I didn’t get a chance to say this to you… I don’t know… I think I would die!” His voice breaks on the last word and he looks up at her again, tears now openly falling down his cheeks. “I would die Ace, you have to know that. I can’t lose anyone else and I don’t know what I would do if you…” He trailed off, obviously not wanting to finish the thought. “Because, if I don’t got you Ace, who do I have?” His voice sounds so heartbroken and desperate that it’s killing her and she’d do anything to soften the blow for him. Ace understands, this confession is his way of telling her that he’s scared of losing someone else. That he believes if she doesn’t reciprocate his love in the same way then she’s lost to him.

This is one thing she can’t give him though. She can’t lie to him about this just to spare him the pain of his parents and all their other losses. Ace softens a little and sits down, grabbing his jaw and pulling him to look at her.

“Soda, you’re always gonna have me have me, you dummy. No matter what.” She tries to smile even though there are tears running down her cheeks. She’s thinking of her dead parents and Sodas who just died and all the others they lost on the way. “Soda, just because I don’t love you like that doesn't mean I don’t love you at all. We’re still close. Like you said, we’ve been close since we were kids and we’re still thicker than blood. Nothin’s gonna change that.” He sits down on the ground, pulling his knees to his chest as tears slip softly down his cheeks. “You gotta believe me Sodapop. Just because I can’t love you like that doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop loving you. It’s always gonna be us Soda.”

That’s when the silent stricken tears turn into ugly snot filled sobs. Soda’s face crumples and he starts crying, really crying, probably the first time he’s really cried since he found out about his parents. The sounds coming out of his mouth no longer sound human, more like a hurt animal as he whimpers.

Ace is quick as she moves to him on the ground. Wrapping an arm around his waist as he sinks into the contact. He cries into her ugly black dress while Ace just pets his hair, whispering soft condolences that will do nothing to fix it.

“Ace… I loved you…” He cries into her dress. “I loved you so much…”

“I know Soda… I know.” It’s all she can say. She knows this isn’t all he’s crying about but she has no idea what to say to make it better.

“What if… What if you go?” He says the last part through a cry but she knows exactly what he means.

“I ain’t never gonna leave you Soda. I promise.” She runs her fingers through his sweaty hair, trying to offer the seldom comfort she knows how. Sometimes, when she was upset as a kid, Steve used to scratch her head and play with her hair.

So they sit on the ground, both trying to pick up the pieces of Soda that this loss has left scattered on the ground.

Ace doesn’t know how long they lay on the ground. Long enough for the Tulsa sky to turn from orange to black and long enough for Darry to start worrying.

Pretty soon, he’s sitting up. He wipes his face off, looking a bit embarrassed as starts to get off of her.

“Sorry for cry-.”

“It’s okay, you don’t gotta apologize for crying.”

That was the last thing she said before they stood. Walking back to the Curtis house with their arms around each other. Soda’s arm around her shoulders and her arm around his waist. His feet look heavy as he tries to walk and she ends up supporting a lot of him. He’s still sniffling and she's pretty sure his silence is partly out of exhaustion and embarrassment. Soon they’re at the porch of the Curtis home.

“You gonna come inside?” Soda looks at her, hopefulness peeking through his exhaustion.

“I don’t know, I was gonna find Steve and-.” Darry Curtis comes storming out on the porch before she can finish whatever she’s saying.

“Where the hell have you-.” He looks angry and scared, starting to yell before giving them a good look and softening. “Ace… Pepsi-Cola? You guys okay?”

“Yeah.” Is all that Soda says before pushing past him to go inside and head upstairs. Ace gives a wave and turns around to leave before she stops at Darry’s hand on her shoulder.

“Ace where you goin’ kid?” She’s about to make a smart remark about how he isn’t any more a kid than she is but thinks better of it.

“I thought I’d leave y’all alone tonight. It’s been a long day for everyone.”

“Just come on inside. You might as well stay the night.” All she can do is nod, she’s exhausted and doesn’t feel like getting into it with Darry or walking home alone in the dark. “Besides, we need you here Ace.”

They make their way inside. She sits on the couch as Darry sits at the kitchen table. Apparently intent on questioning her.

“Where’d y’all go? Is everything okay?”

“Just the park, everythings fine.” She’s quick to reassure him. Soda can tell him what happened if he wants, Ace doesn’t really feel like getting into it.

“The park? Y’all don’t look fine. What happened?”

“You don’t look fine either Darrel.”

“I guess that’s true.” Surprisingly enough, he laughs. “I don’t think any of us are fine.” They stare at each other a minute before Ace speaks.

“Yeah, yeah, none of us are fine, blah blah. You really want to keep questioning me? You look about ready to keel over.”

“I’m fine.” He snaps unconvincingly. “Besides, there’s no way I was gonna sleep with you guys out there.”

“Well, you don’t gotta worry anymore. We’re okay now.”

“Okay.” He says, giving her one more look. “How’s Soda?”

“About as okay as the rest of us.” He nods slowly.

“I guess that's all I can ask for. We’ll figure this out.” He says determinedly, turning to stare at the floor, the silence heavy. Darry always had to fix something, Ace just didn’t know how he was going to fix this. “Okay I'm gonna head to bed. You gonna be okay Ace kid?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” She tries for a smile but it comes out wrong.

“Good night Ace. Thanks.”

“Good night.” She gives him a halfhearted wave as he goes up the stairs. Hopefully to get some sleep that he desperately needs.

Ace closes her eyes but she can’t sleep. Her mind is still racing with the events of the day. Not only is she thinking of the conversation with Soda but she keeps halfway expecting for Mrs. Curtis to come down the stairs. She usually did whenever Ace stayed the night, just trying to make her feel comfortable in a house full of boys. Maybe she would give her a hug and ask her what was wrong. Then Ace might tell her about today and ask her how to help Soda. Mrs. Curtis would know better than anyone how to help her son. The sensitive one with a heart of gold, his momma's little boy. She’d know exactly what to say to fix this.

But that’s the funny thing about grief. It gets harder before it gets easier. You find yourself missing their presence and words and wondering where they could’ve gone.

Finally Ace manages to doze off, shaking awake easily as she hears water running in the bathroom. Closing her eyes again she hears soft footsteps down the stairs before the figure comes and sits in the floor beside the couch. She opens her eyes then.

“Sodapop? Whatchu doin’ up?” He gives her a weak smile in the dark.

“Ace… I couldn’t get a lick of sleep up there. I just kept thinking about how what I said today might have gone and ruined everything between us.” She straightens, sitting up and turning to look at him. “I wanted to apologi-.” She puts a finger to his lips, effectively cutting him off.

“It’s okay Soda, you didn’t ruin anything so you don’t gotta apologize. I know you’re hurtin’ so let’s just say you get a pass.” He looks at her skeptically.

“A pass? After that whole thing you wanna give me a pass?”

“Sure.” She says easily. It always was easy to forgive Soda. For Ace, it’s not really about the pass. This is her way of saying that she doesn’t want to let that conversation change anything. She doesn’t want things to be awkward or turn stale between them because she’s always had Soda and she doesn’t know what she’ll do if that changes. So if giving him a pass will ensure that nothing changes, then she’ll give him as many passes as he needs.

“Do you at least want to at least punch me or something?” There’s a slight smile in his words, so Ace isn’t worried.

“I’m too tired, can I punch you in the morning?”

“Sure.” He laughs, then goes quiet for a moment. “Can I stay down here? Johnny is up there with Pony, so they’ll be fine.”

“Sure, just don’t let me catch you snoring.” He smiles and lays down on the floor next to the couch. She throws down the extra pillow and blanket Darry set out and he curls up underneath it. They’re both quiet for a minute, likely thinking of everything that transpired today. Suddenly, Soda breaks the silence, his voice giving notes of hesitant fear.

“Ace… we okay?” She thinks on the question a moment. She’s one of the people that knows Soda better than anyone. She knows exactly what he’s asking.

“Yeah, we’re okay.” She thinks on everything for a moment, reaching for his hand in the dark, no longer afraid that he’ll misinterpret it or gain hope for that again. After their talk today, Ace feels she can breathe a little easier, knowing that Soda knows how she feels. “It’s always gonna be us Soda.”

With that, both of them fall asleep. Things will get harder before they get easier, that’s the funny thing about grief. But it will always be Soda and Ace and as long they know that, they’ll be just fine.

A03 Link

Tagging those who expressed interest in a fic like this:

@sondheim-girly @annesboloser @brokenlovesong @the-greaserhood @bi4bisamjess @i-think-that-i-would-die @tera-ixie @romeoandjulietyouwish @joshuabassettsfav @mel-street @emtulsa7 @staygoldpbj

28 notes · View notes

fictarian · 1 year ago

Note

yo yo yoooo ayo gang lemme get amm a hobie brown x gn reader whos like a photographer for the fucking news bullshit and like they are a fan of spider man fam thank uuu

𝘾𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 !

ღ You ask and I DELIVER‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️

ღ Thank you guys for 60+ followers, it makes me happy you guys like my shit despite only doing this for 3-5 days 😭

ღ ANYWAYS, here’s a story for my boy @thearabloak06 🙏 Tysm for requesting, I hope you enjoy and I hope this story isn’t ass since it’s my first time in awhile writing a full on fic LMFAO

ღ Paring: Hobie Brown and GN! Reader

ღ Premise: Reader has their own section of the daily newspaper, and they use it to write for the anarchist by the name of ‘Spider-Punk’ while also providing pictures they’ve caught of him in action

ღ Whoopsie daisy I just made this into more of a detective/mystery novel instead of a romance 💀 200-400 likes and i’ll make a part 2 (or even its own series)

ღ Previous part can be found here !

“_____, my office, now!” You let out a heavy sigh as the door to your boss’ office slammed shut after he barked an order, and you could feel the eyes following you as you stood up from your desk and made your way over to the room, tossing your empty coffee cup into the trash before turning the knob and pushing the door open.

“Have a seat” He ordered, but your feet remained glued to the ground. “I’m good standing” You stiffly said, crossing your arms over your chest with narrowed eyes. “You asked for me, sir?” In response, your boss slammed a newspaper onto his desk, pushing it forward so you could get a good look at it— it was the paper for today, and you had a pretty reasonable guess as to why he was so peeved.

“We’ve been over this, _____. I don’t want that spider freak in my newspaper.” He seethed, picking up the newspaper and shoving it in your face, pointing specifically at the section you were assigned to. “You know what this gives us? A bad, bad reputation. We’re already on thin ice as it is, and if you keep this up, my company will get shut down all thanks to your stories!”

Your lips tightened into a thin line, feeling your blood boil at what he was saying. Quite frankly, he could take his worries and shove it up his ass for all you cared. The government was corrupt and violent to the people it’s supposed to protect and serve, and Spider Punk was the only symbol of hope the community had. You admired the infamous anarchist, and you wanted everybody to know about him— the possibly only voice of the people.

So that’s why you used the section of the Daily newspaper granted to you, to spread word of Spider Punk’s actions and his defiance against the government. You wanted the people to know about what was going on, to feel empowered knowing that one of their own was rising up against the injustices against them. And if it costed your job, or even your life, so be it. You weren’t just gonna sit around and act like nothing was happening.

Your boss’ words were only fueling your anger. This wasn’t the first time you two had this conversation, in fact, all of your conversations were about this topic. It took all of your willpower to not punch him in the jaw as you opened your mouth to say “But sir, the newspaper is meant to inform people. And with all the smashed law enforcement cars and protests going on, it would be wise to—�� “I dont’t want to hear it! Keep this up, and you can kiss your place here goodbye!” He yelled in your face, and that was your last straw.

“I don’t have to, ‘cause I quit. You can kiss all of your readers goodbye, ‘cause I know damn well the only reason they read your lousy ass newspaper is because of information I provide!” You snapped, turning on your heel and marching out the door, tuning out the string of curses that followed as you exited the building with smoke practically blowing out of your ears. Ok, maybe you handled that the wrong way. But it was too late to go back now… well, you still had to get your stuff from your desk. ‘Embarrassing’ You thought to yourself, keeping your head held high as you turned back around to enter the building for the last time.

You didn’t stay there long, since you didn’t even have much to begin with. The items that occupied your desk consisted of your notepad, your trusty laptop (it was old enough to be considered a fossil), an uneaten nutter butter, and your camera thats strap wrapped comfortably around your neck while your other belongings were placed inside your satchel. With all your items packed away, you were now walking the streets of London as the reality of the situation set in— you didn’t have a job anymore. No source of money, and no way to have a voice in the community.

‘You’re forgetting to breath’ You told yourself, registering the tightness that was beginning to form in your chest and taking a couple deep breaths to ease the panic. This was fine, you were fine. You could always start a blog of your own, and there were plenty of jobs that needed more employees. ‘But it’s not as easy as it sounds, i’ll need to fill out a application, i’ll need to be interviewed, and—‘ Your thoughts were cut short when you suddenly bumped into someone, and you muttered a quick apology before continuing on. “Oi, you’re that chick that writes fo’ the paper, aren’t you?”

You stop, turning to look back at the person you bumped into. He was quite the looker, if you were being completely honest. The male was tall, and dressed in outfit that screamed ‘punk’. He had well done wicks, and a confident aura surrounded him. “It’s rude to stare, y’know?” “Oh, i’m sorry. I spaced out for a second.” You apologized when he called you out, before adding “My name is _____”. The male nodded his head, his gloved hand tucked away in the pocket of his pants. “‘Obie, ‘Obie Brown” Holy shit, you knew he looked familiar. “Aren’t in a band?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. “I play with ‘em occasionally, but I don’t believe in consistency.”

You slowly nodded your head, not bothering to question what he meant by that. “Riiight…” The sound of sirens caught your attention, and you looked over your shoulder to see the blue and red lights of law enforcement cars dancing off the walls of buildings. “I wouldn’t suggest goin that way, luv. There was a bad scrap with a couple fellas lookin for a bad time” Hobie warned you, causing you to furrow your brows in confusion. Didn’t he come from that way?

The reporter in you told you that there was something amiss, but you didn’t act on the feeling. Not yet. “Yikes, thanks for the warning. I’ll take a different route to my flat.” You informed him, and he nodded his head before turning his back towards you. “I’ll be seein you ‘round, _____. Maybe come to one of my concerts, yeah?” He suggested as he started to walk away. But you weren’t listening.

You were too busy staring at the prominent red, spike having mask that stuck out of Hobie’s back pocket

“Yeah… i’ll take you up on that offer. Cheers!” You called out to Hobie, waiting a couple seconds before lifting your camera up and putting its viewfinder up to your eye, zooming in on the mask before snapping a picture of it. “Christ…” You muttered to yourself, staring at the screen of your camera in disbelief.

You just found yourself with knowledge that could cost you your life

tag list ! @zalayni @luvstarrstruck @jrrantss @pixqlsin @kairiscorner @k4tsu3 @asmobeuses

#across the spiderverse #atsv #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #spider punk x reader #hobie spiderverse #atsv hobie

233 notes · View notes

lilocapoca · 11 months ago

Text

part 2 of this

pairing: rockstar!Eddie Munson x fem!popstar reader

content warning(s): use of “fuck”, “shit” and “dick”. sorry but bad writing

Word count: 1536

summary: after your interview, everybody was expecting you and Eddie to be the next big Hollywood couple, but he did not make a move… so you did and invited him to your concert.

notes: the images DO NOT describe reader’s appearance! Only used for aesthetic/clothes

Yes Eddie was a coward.

Every gossip magazine and tv show was talking about your interview. It was all that people could think about. The most rockstar of all rockstars and the cutes of all the cutest pop singers having a crush on each other was so fucking cute.

Your pretty ribbons. His heavy metal chains. Your impeccable gloves. His big rings. You had flawless skin while his own was marked with ink everywhere. Your high heels were so tiny compared to his big black combat boots. You looked like a pure fairy and he looked like a sexy zombie.

Yeah. It was really fucking cute.

But even after everyone approved this possible romance, Eddie could not find himself going to talk to you. You were so perfect, your nickname was "America's Angel". If this was a fairytale, you would be the princess and Eddie surely would't be the hero... at least he thought so.

But since you confessed your feelings on national tv, the guitarrist was suffering from a big problem: he couldn't fuck or date anyone else.

Eddie was used to bring girls backstage after his shows, sometimes even boys. He enjoyed a good fuck or just someone who could blow his dick. But now? Everytime he took someone backstage he just could not do it. He kept thinking about you. Shit, he never even really talked to you. Just some head nods and smiles at award shows, but no conversations ever.

But at the moment he was holding a note that was sent to him he couldn't belive his eyes.

Well, the thing is, Corroded Coffin was a headliner band of this really big festival, taking on the biggest rock stage of it and... you were one of the headliners of the biggest pop stage of the same festival too. And you both were playing on the same day! which made you send flowers to the band's dressing room, to him.

The boys were really having fun with this. Eddie's face was red and he just could not take his eyes of the note that was attached to the bouquet. White daisies. Just like the name of the first track on the lattest Corroded album.

"Hi honey. I would like very much if you could watch my show tonigth... i'm gonna be looking for your pretty curls in the crowd. I'll be so sad if you can't make it... and you don't wanna make me sad, right?

– your wife"

And a red mark of lipstick at the end that literally screamed you. The pretty handwritting. The hearts on the "i"s.

Oh My God. Tonigth was the nigth a Munson is going to die.

...

The day was already fading away, the stars starting to shine and you were breathing in and out trying to calm yourself. The crowd was waiting for you. Everybody screaming. And Jesus, you swore you'd never seen an crowd this big. Your manager said that were about 40 thousand people there to see your concert. You could literally feel the vomit coming down your throat, something that happens when you are anxious. But you couldn't do this rigth now. You needed to go on the stage in 1:30 minutes, there was no time for anxiety.

But what if he doesn't come?

Oh my God he is not coming, you are sure of that.

Why would he come? He probably didn't meant that he had a crush on you. Well he could have a crush on you, but that don't mean that he actully likes you...

Stop!

Breathe in. Breathe out.

You took one last look at your dress. Such a pretty baby blue mini dress. Checked out your white velvet gloves, matching your long white heel boots. Touched your blue ribbon. Okay. Everything was okay.

The next thing you knew was that you were already walking on the stage with a big and enchanting smile, hearing the most high screams ever.

...

you put his name on the list. His name was in your goddamn list.

The VIP area of the pop stage was filled with the guesses that were on your list. But it wasn't really full, just some people that were probably your friends and some daugthers of famous old singers who worshiped you. The view of the stage was really unique, everything could be seen.

All eyes were on Eddie the moment he crossed the line of the VIP area. He could not care less. Eddie just crossed the room to the front to get a better view of the stage. He smiled at the sight of the gigant crowd waiting for you. The vip area was above the ground next to the stage and the Corroded Coffin front man was so freaking pleased to be there, cause at the moment you were up the stage, he could see your pretty figure: smiling in that beautiful outfit, mic in your hand, ready to rock.

And shit you give a hell of a show. That siren voice was like heaven in Munson's ears and that pretty dances were starting to drive him crazy. You were driving him crazy. He was sure you were born to do this. The people screaming your lyrics and reactin everytime you did something cute or even when you laughed of happines. Cause, c'mon, you're so cute. Sexy and cute. How could you be both? Was what Eddie thought during the whole set.

Ok, the rockstar was falling in love with the popstar.

But when Eddie looked at his watch he realized that he was running late to his own show.

Shit he needed to actully run. But he didn't want to do it. He wanted to stay... to talk to you.

"Hey" he shouted to one of your friends: Daisy Green, the country star that was your best friend. She looked at him with a tired face "can you tell her..."

"I tell her that you came and that you are asking her to see the end of your show and go to your dressing room" she took the words out of his mouth.

"Thanks!" He smiled at her and ran off in the opposite direction.

...

When you went to your backstage, you were hoping to see that wild curls somewhere. But Eddie wasn't there. the euphoria that took over your body at the end of the show was washing away.

Of course that he would't be there. He was busy, he probably was preparing for his set, he would not even want—

Your thoughts are interrupted by Daisy.

“He is waiting for you" she said rolling her eyes seeing your growing smile.

You see her next to her Mallory Grace, the biggest disco sensation , and one of your besties along with Daisy, givin' thumbs up.

...

Ok, you never ran as much as you did to get on the rock stage before Corroded show ended. Jumped all the staff and equipment. Legs were burning. That meant you cared? Not at all. Your goal was accomplished faster than expected when you heard the sound of one of the band's biggest hit from not so far away. And when you hit the backstage, their manager was waiting for you, he guided you to the side of the stage, where you could see Eddie closer than ever.

The way he played that guitar was doin' things to you. Legs squeezing, heart beating fast and wet thoughts. His voice loud and deep, sweaty body and tongue stretched out. God he was hot.

...

When Eddie saw that pretty little thing still dressed in her show clothes at the left side, he couldn't hide the grinn on his face. So he gave a hell of a concert that would turn out to be the most iconic rock concert in the history of the festival... all cause of you.

So when it ended and Corroded team cheer them up for the amazing work. Eddie came towards you. Well he was trying to do so since he left the stage, but everybody was holding him back, but he shut them up, coming in your direction with the biggest smile ever.

Oh god. He was so pretty like that. Shirtless, wild hair, low waist leather pants and boots. Your heart was goin' to explode. But instead of exploding, you just grinned back at him, waiting for Munson to get close.

Eddie was hypnotized by your angel looks. So delicate and beautiful. It was his mind or he was sweating more than when he was playing?

Jesus, what he was going to say? Was he smelling good? Fuck, of course not. He needed a towel to dry himself a bit? But the guitarrist wanted to talk to you... but you are so gorgeous and untouchable, looking like a fairy. Shit.

Before you both realized, he was right in front of you.

"you came" he said mesmerized by the view.

"why would't i? Needed to be good for my husband" and Eddie was dead. How can you say something like that and expect him to be alright?

"Fuck, princess, you're killing me" and you couldn't help but giggle. The most pretty in his opinion.

Princess. You like that. Could get used to it.

#eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #rockstar!eddie x reader #eddie x reader #rockstar eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #x reader #fem!reader #fanfic #fiction #90s #80s #rockstar girlfriend #rockstar au #pop star #stranger things #joseph quinn #joe quinn

113 notes · View notes

zvtara-was-never-canon · 4 months ago

Note

zutarians and their cope kinda remind me of bbrae fans

You're right and you should say it. It's crazy how simmilar they are.

The writers of Teen Titans repeatedly said "We toyed with a few ideas, but Robin and Starfire was the one ship we were set on being endgame" yet these fuckers insist they meant "Robin and Starfire AS WELL AS BEAST BOY AND RAVEN."

The writers of Avatar repeatedly said "Kataang was always the heart of the show", yet zutarians keep saying shit like "Zuko was originally Katara's love interest!"

BBrae fans constantly talk about Raven disliking Terra, Beast Boys actual love interest, "due to both of them liking the same guy", but Raven didn't dislike Terra at all, she just didn't immediately trust her - and for good reason, because Terra was working with the villain, and she even explicitly pointed out that Raven was so furious at her after that revelation because she DID think of Terra as a friend.

Zutara fans insist all the drama with Zuko was because "he posed a threat to Kataang" when anyone who isn't delusional can see that it was about his former role as a villain, and the character that was originally gonna be Aang's rival for Katara's affection was TOPH, who was going to be a boy.

Raven was constantly annoyed at Beast Boy and he repeatedly said he found her creepy? Opposites attract! Even when they don't! CLEARLY the writers are just using this innitial clash in personalities to set up a romance - the fact that they NEVER move past that "innitial" clash is a detail!

Katara was mad at Zuko for wanting to help his dad commit genocide and he hated her on the basis of her resisting said genocide? No, silly, can't you see it's just sexual tension? Why else would a boy and a girl "not get along"? They want to kiss!

BBrae fans continued acting like the ship would have totally been endgame in the original show instead of just in comics or the shitty remake that was Teen Titans Go!, "if only the planned sixth season had not been canceled."

But there was no planned sixth season. The show was supposed to end in season four, but it got a bonus fifth season that was originally planned to be a bit longer, but then end up with the same number of episodes as the others - and the only plot that was "cut" was the return of the main villain, Slade. The movie "Trouble In Tokyo" was made specifically to resolve the romantic plotline of Starfire and Robin, since they couldn't do it on the actual show... yet the writers didn't make Raven and Beast Boy get together despite knowing they'd likely never have another chance at it. Almost like they never WANTED to do that in the first place!

Zutarians constantly about how "There was totally a deleted scene in the finale with Iroh saying Katara was perfect for Zuko" and how Aaron Ehasz supposedly confirmed Kataang being endgame was a last minute change, and that Zutara was supposed to happen in the "planned, but scrapped fourth season."

But there was no "planned" fourth season. Bryke were offered a bonus season, but rejected it almost right away. The interview with Ehasz was fake and so were the rumors about the "deleted" scene with Iroh. It just never existed.

Hell, even a ship I like had some of the fans try to pull that shit. A ton of Robin X Raven fans swear there was a deleted kiss scene in the season four finale (which again, was originally going to be the series finale) - like Robin and Starfire didn't almost get together in the previous episode (and probably were made an item in original version, before the show got a bonus season), and weren't made endgame on the actual conclusion of the show.

Some shippers do that in the hopes that sequels/reboots end up pandering to them - and in the case of Beast Boy and Raven it "worked", but it was shit, because it was in a bad show so clearly it wasn't worth it. Zutarians meanwhile got nothing. Nada. Zilch. No zutara in the comics, in Korra, and apparently not even in the Netflix version.

And at least there ARE moments between BB and Raven that even I call blatant ship tease, and there's five seasons worth of content of them being "the friends that don't get along but care about each other" aka having an actual dynamic that people were meant to get attached to. Zuko and Katara's "dynamic" for two and a half seasons consisted on nothing but taunts in battle, Zuko being an asshole/a legit threat to the heroes' safety and thus being hated by all of them for it. Only in the second half of the third season did they have any meaningful interactions AND half of these were still negative.

I can talk a lot of shit about BBrae fans, but I can never say that Beast Boy and Raven ever lashed out when the other saved them because there was just that much resentment there. Or that the times Raven got a bit too aggressive towards him werent pure slapstick and that she did genuinely want to hurt him, nor that he ever got so mad at her for it that he tried to leave her behind to die. Or that Raven ever hired a hitman on him. Or that Beast Boy full on said he pictured her face when he tried to imagine "the face of the enemy." Or that he ever looked Raven straight in the face and threatened to murder her if she ever did anything against his actual love interest.

That's a level of "Take the L already, Jesus" that BBrae never reached, or even got close to, and I'm surprised Zutarians managed to make people not talk about the fact that they very much did.

"Zutara sexual tension" is literally just two people legit wanting to murder each other, saying as much, actively working towards it, and the shippers sill being like "They don't mean it though."

They do, girl. They very much do. Grab a body bag.

#anti zutara #anti beast boy x raven #anti bbrae

28 notes · View notes

silly-l1ttle-guy · 1 year ago

Text

how i think bucci gang would confess their love

i don't even know anymore man, enjoy the hcs

------

Bruno Bucciarati

very calm about it

it just slipped out one day lmao

he was just chilling with Abbacchio and he was talking about something

"I understand how you feel, Abbacchio. But you have to be more careful, ok? I love you." "I know- WHAT?!"

bruno acted like he meant to say that

he was screaming on the inside tho

the moment he got home he was giggling and kicking his feet

he has a boyfriend now

Leone Abbacchio

he probably confessed while drunk

he's the type of guy to push his feelings away and not pay attention to them

but spoiler alert, you can't push away your intense love for Bruno, dumb goth whore

probably tried to avoid Bruno for a bit

it worked until Bruno took care of him while he was drunk

"Ok Abbacchio, it's time to go home now-" "but I love you!"

Bruno just stared at him for a second before bringing him home and hoping to GOD that Abbacchio wouldn't remember what he said

he did

they had a deep conversation after and started dating

Abba looked a little happier that day

Giorno Giovanna

very straight forward about it

walked up to Fugo and said "we need to talk"

istg Fugo almost shit his pants, he thought he was gonna get in trouble or some shit

instead giogio just sat him down and told him he liked him

"What did you need, Giorno?" "I'm in love with you." "...." ".........." "....WHAT?!"

Giorno started listing everything he loves about Fugo and strawb boy almost fucking fainted he was so flustered

Giorno had to stop halfway through his rant to make sure Fugo was ok

he ended up gaining a boyfriend and was super happy and giddy for the rest of the week

everyone else was wondering why he was smiling so much and flapping his hands (it's because he's autistic)

also clung to fugo like a glue trap

Pannacotta Fugo

another one to push down his feeling and try to dismiss them

he couldn't look at giorno for more than five seconds before turning bright red and looking away

EVERYONE knew he liked giorno lmao (except giorno)

he probably didn't confess, instead giorno overheard mista and narancia teasing him about it

"Still got a crush on the golden boy, Fugoo??" "shut. up." "C'mon! We just wanna know!" "SHUT THE FUCK UP" "I'll take that as a yes" "FUGO LOVES GIORNO!" "I DO NOT-" "You love me, Fugo?"

Fugo immediately shut up at slowly turned to Giorno with the most terrified expression you'll ever see in his life

bro looks like he just pissed himself

cue nara and mista laughing their lungs out in the background

he just quickly brought giorno into another room and quietly explained that he had feelings for him

it was all good because he gained a boyfriend

he was a lot happier for the rest of the week

Guido Mista

verrryy flirty

but he only uses cringy flirts

sometimes they're good but most of the time...

"hey, are you lightning? cuz you're McQueen. KACHOW"

since i don't ship him with anyone YOU (yes you, person reading this) GET TO BE THE UNLUCKY PERSON MISTA CONFESSES HIS LOVE TO

when i say unlucky i mean unlucky

he'll never leave you alone

"I need to go piss hold on" "can I come?"

LIKE NO YOU CANNOT

probably confessed with a love letter (he's a sucker for romance)

but like he just handed you a letter and ran off

he'd be very happy if you said yes

everyone would know that he's dating you by the end of the week

also do NOT sleep in the same bed as this guy, he snores louder than a nuclear explosion

Narancia Ghirga

shy. that's all i'm gonna say

he'd try to act chill and fail miserably

my guy tries to say something flirty and stumbles over his words so bad he trips

"hey, so, uh, d-did it, um, hurt when- when you, uh, y-you fell from heav- heaven? Uh, actually nevermind! OKBYETALKTOYOULATER!" *trips*

cried to Mista about it later

i also don't ship narancia with anyone so YOU, THE READER, ARE THE LUCKY ONE WHO GAINS HIS AFFECTION

and when I say lucky, I mean LUCKY

sweetest boy ever

he'll literally die for you

probably tried to confess romantically but stumbled over his words and got so nervous he almost passed out

just ended up screaming that he loves you

"s-so, basically, uh, the thing is, um, I uh... FUCK IT! I LOVE YOU!"

his face was so red

very giddy and happy for a long while if you say yes

he'd proudly show you off

Trish Una

once again, YOU get to be the one she's attracted to

surprisingly chill about it

she compliments you on a daily basis

expect her to constantly be around you

mf she is NOT leaving you alone

"I need to piss" "let's go piss together queen"

i fully believe trish is a hardcore lesbian

she cringes at the thought of dating men

"I'm sure one day you'll find a kind young man to take care of you" "EW no"

CONFESSES LIKE A NORMAL PERSON

"you wanted to talk to me?" "yeah, so I kinda have a crush on you and I was wondering if you felt the same way?"

very smiley if you say yes

also she will NOT let go of you hand

------

the end

141 notes · View notes

ipatrichor · 2 months ago

Text

dead boy detectives episode seven thoughts

hey what if i cried. what if I lay down on the floor and curled up in a ball and wept and wailed my little heart out?? what then???

ohhh my god. oh my god. i've said like twice now that this show keeps giving me everything i've ever wanted but it just keeps being true!!! i'm going to sob how does every episode just keep getting better How do the writers know exactly what i want and then do it better than i thought of are they in my head??? oh my godddd this episode was devastating

hey i'm gonna cry. what do you mean edwin died scared and alone so he made sure charles didn't. that's devastating actually!!! he died in the dark and he was scared and he had no one, so he brings charles a lamp and answers his questions about ghosts and reads him a detective story with silly voices. what the hell that's so. i do not have words for this it hits so deeply!!! edwin is so deeply kind in a way that doesn't always come across because he's also a prickly bitch, and i love him so much holy shit

hell was genuinely so unsettling what the fuck. the spider MADE OF DOLL HEADS(??!!!?!?!?!?!) was bad enough, but it was such an incredibly good choice to have it appear empty on the way in and only be able to see all the suffering on the way out. it really upped the creep factor in the first part, and then really made the escape feel frenzied. very well done!! the imagery was insane, i really Believed that this was Actual Hell

actually on that point. there was one detail that meant so so much to me, in a way i'm not quite sure how to explain but will give my best effort. after edwin's conversation with simon, after they reach some kind of closure, the blue light implying that simon is able to move on in some way and maybe leave hell... if someone wasn't raised christian & subsequently deconverted idk if that stands out to anyone else, but. okay basically there's a conversation about how hell, by definition, cannot be just because it's infinite punishment for a finite crime. and that wasn't necessarily the point of the scene, but as someone who's been doing a lot of unpacking stuff around this recently it just. it hit hard man. in a good way! that scene actually means so much to me... god this whole episode is fantastic

crystal confronting daniel!!! my god i am so proud of our girl!!! yess take your agency back and regain control of your life!!!!! also jenny frequently being annoyed by crystal but still following her to a spooky abandoned area with a knife just so she won't have to face her abusive ex alone... god i love jenny. like yeah she's abrasive and kinda a dick but also she truly cannot stop herself from providing support to these two weird as hell teenagers living above her shop.

AND NIKO!!!! god niko was absolutely brilliant this episode... absolutely the mvp of the entire show goddamn, she really read the rules and made that the night nurse's problem <3 i love that for her so much. however i will say something has been worrying me. that magic 8 ball that's supposed to tell you when you're going to die has apparently been consistently saying 'outlook not good' and it's been mentioned twice now. and given that this show doesn't establish things like that and let them go to waste... i am Concerned. not to mention, the scene where it was her and the night nurse talking about zombies?? like idk it could be nothing!!! but also that is classic foreshadowing so i am simply concerned!!!

alright i got most of the immediate thoughts CONFESSION SCENE. HOLY SHIT. okay so i know i'm not super into confessions and i tend to nitpick when fictional characters behave certain ways pertaining to romance depending on whether the narrative promotes it or not (yes, i have a complicated relationship with romance, it came free with the demiromanticism. but also my partner is amazing so if written characters aren't that's just kinda a skill issue? lol). ANYWAY. this scene though was amazing. edwin tells charles how he feels, putting no pressure on charles to respond or feel the same. and charles clearly isn't sure how he feels- it doesn't seem like he's ever thought of edwin in that way before, and he's awkward about it but still assures edwin that even if he doesn't know if he can return those feelings, edwin is still incredibly important to him and nothing's gonna change that.

god it's just. such a good way to handle that scene!! literally everything i hoped for ^^ even if charles doesn't feel the same (which i didn't think he would given they've been hinting at romance with crystal and not building romantic feelings towards edwin the same way they've been building edwin's feelings for him but as always who knows) he still reaffirms how much he cares about edwin, because like i've been saying they're the most important person to each other and it truly does not matter if it's platonic or romantic!!!

i also love how well this lined up with established characterization haha. like, of course charles made a deal with the night nurse and leaped into hell headfirst and alone to rescue edwin, he's impulsive even when he isn't emotionally compromised and he'd never abandon his best mate. of course niko tries to connect with the people around her and ends up being incredibly helpful with a unique insight, that's what she's been doing this whole time! of course crystal runs off to find her own way to hell after being stopped from accompanying charles, she hates feeling useless and consistently endangers herself for the sake of her friends. of course edwin tries to convince simon to escape hell with him, he's heartbreakingly good and has spent the whole show trying to help people no one else can. it's all so... god, they are who they are and i love them so much

anyway i will leave u all with a funny thought i had. i haven't engaged with the fandom outside of my pal noble sorry if this is a joke everyone is already making

the cat king: i'll be here waiting when he escapes hell again, god i'm such a romantic meanwhile, charles breaking into hell:

#pat.txt #pat watches dbd #dead boy detectives #this episode fucked me up fr #it's almost 2am i gotta go to bed i can't watch the next one!!#absolutely sick and twisted that things turned out so i have to break before the season finale #however. breaking between episodes 6 and 7 would have been worse!! so i'll take what i can get lmao #istg as soon as i finish this show i am Scouring ao3. i will not survive on only 8 episodes of these chucklefucks (<- affectionate)

18 notes · View notes

harlowtales · 1 year ago

Text

Ok Mice!

Jack x Reader go to the ballet for a holiday classic. Jack does his best to appreciate fine art 🩰 🎄🐭

18+ Romance/Humour

“Hun are you ready?” You asked your boyfriend. We’re going to be late!” You were busy putting the finishing touches on your makeup and hair while Jack was walking around looking clueless in his underwear.

“Have you seen my favourite sweater? He asked scratching his head. “Swear I had asked you to put it out for me on the bed.”

“Jackman, it’s right there. You put your pants on it.” You said exasperated you always had to get both of you ready.

“I don’t want to wear these pants. I wanted to wear the other ones.” He said to you which put you over the edge.

“Listen. You are a grown man. Wear. What. You. Want.” You said slowly so he knew you were really pissed.

“Ok you know what I love the pants you put out. I change my mind.” He said with a peck on your forehead and a smile. He could tell he was getting on your nerves but didn’t mean to. He felt helpless around you and had to make so many decisions all the time it was nice to feel cared for. This was fine most of the time as you loved your boyfriend so much, but not when he was making you late!

“You got the tickets in your phone?” He asked you as you both scurried down the long hallway to your box seats.

“Got it!” You said and showed your phone hastily to the ticket taker who swiped the barcode and hurriedly showed you to your seats.

“You look beautiful by the way.” Jack said and kissed your hand that he was holding as the lights in the theatre went down to start the show.

“Thank you baby you look wonderful too.” You complimented him back sincerely. Your good friend was in this holiday season’s rendition of the ballet classic The Nutcracker and Jack and you were honoured guests. Because of you the Jack Harlow foundation had saved the struggling ballet company from collapse.

As they finished the first number Jack was so impressed he stood up and said “Woooo!!” To which you wanted to hide. The entire house looked at him.

“Jack…baby…you don’t do that at the ballet.” You lovingly corrected him in a hushed whisper. “Just a polite clap will do and not too loud either.”

“Oh shit my bad.” Jack said turning red. He had never been to the ballet before and you could see the headlines tomorrow “Rapper Goes to Ballet.”

“Babe” Jack whispered “Where’s your friend? Is he the other dude in the tights and shit?”

You mustered all your patience and explained yes that your friend was the only other guy on stage. Jack felt kind of like a fish out of water. He had been to classy parties before but they were still parties. This was like being in church. He started to squirm and get too hot in his sweater. “I gotta stretch my legs.” He whispered and stood up before you could object. You wished he would have waited until intermission to get up because he drew attention again.

During intermission you found him animatedly chatting with the ticket takers who played basketball at his old high school Atherton.

“Them MFs we played against from Lex got a fucking beating bro. I took the shot from half court and was nothing but net bitch!” Jack was boasting as he acted out his high school glory days shot.

One of the boys tapped him on the shoulder as you were behind him listening to his story with your arms folded. “She behind me ain’t she.” He said as he turned to find you not impressed.

“Hi baby you want a glass of wine before we head back in? I’m so excited for the 2nd half.” Jack said with an exaggerated grin plastered on his face.

“Jackman...” You started to say in his full government which meant nothing good.

“I been having some knee trouble since tour and just wanted to walk it out is all.” He assured you. “Let’s get some refreshments and head back.”

You knew he was full of it but was so adorable you took your glass of wine and kiss from him with a smile. You knew the ballet would be torture for him but appreciated he supported it.

“Ok Jack no getting up and no hooting and hollering.” You precautioned before the second half started.

“I got this. I can do cultured shit. You ain’t gotta lecture me damn.” He said a bit annoyed. The curtain lifted and dancers in mouse costumes crept onto the stage. “Okay mice.” Jack said getting into the story.

You giggled covering your mouth and allowed that one infraction as at least he said it quietly and had stopped fidgeting. Not 15mins later you looked over and he was nodding off. You thought it was suspicious he had been completely still and silent for 15 whole minutes.

You nudged him as the house lights came on. “Babe! Wake up!” You said partly annoyed and partly grateful you got to enjoy the last half without any interruptions from him.

He had DJ’d the night before, had an early workout session, and studio time. You knew he was exhausted. “Let’s go meet the dancers!” You said excitedly

Jack saw how you lit up at the ballet and realized he had to do more things with you that you liked. You loved his friends but more often the both of you needed time like this. “Jack Harlow!! Can you sign my ballet shoes please!!” One of the dancers said jumping up and down.

“Of course!” Jack said and asked for a sharpie marker. He knelt down and signed her satin ballet slippers as she tried to stay calm but the look on her face showed how much she wanted to scream.

“Mr. Harlow, thank you for your generous contribution.” The head of the ballet troupe said shaking his hand.

“Of what you saw.” You ribbed him chuckling

“Thank you it was a beautiful show.” Jack said graciously

“It was dope. I just don’t like having to sit and pay attention so quietly for that long.” Jack said honestly

“Well maybe we need to get you in some tights then!” The troupe leader said a little too enthusiastically.

Jack just laughed in response but said to you as you left the dancers backstage area “I know you’d be so jealous if I put on them tights.”

“Why would I be jealous? I love the ballet.” You said

“Yeah but think how nice my shit would be sittin in them things and then I’m twirling around and lifting girls above my head and seeing all up their tutus. You’d cut a bitch.” He laughed

“Jackman. No offence but me and Neelam need to get you etiquette classes.” You said seriously

“I can be classy babe it just feels weird.” He said “I will never embarrass you like that again I swear.” He apologized

“Damn right you won’t or I’m making a bet you will be in tights if you lose!” You laughed

@jacks-daycare @ride4harlow @itsyagirljaz

#jack harlow #fanfic #romance #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow fanfic #dramatic #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x you #jack harlow x y/n

46 notes · View notes

stuffnonsenseandotherthings · 1 year ago

Text

Crackpot Predictions - Only Friends Episode 1

Welcome to a new thing I do where I try to predict (*cough* wildly guess *cough*) what's going to happen in a show based solely on my read of the first episode. I'll try to cover all of what I think are the main story beats, record them here for posterity (and so I can either say "ha I told you so" or you can all point and laugh at me later), and hopefully by the end of the series we'll all be able to see if I'm a clairvoyant with a magic orb or, alternatively, a numpty with a glass paperweight. Some of these predictions are completely serious, others are complete crack, and some are just random thoughts that had the misfortune of wandering into my head.

With that, let's get started shall we?

The Hostel

Setting up a hostel for your graduation project? How cute!And with your best friends too? How adorable!

Too bad that hostel is absolutely Not Going To Happen. And not only is the hostel Not Going To Happen, its also going to be the site of some of the worst moments of your entire lives!

Prediction: is this is where it's all going to go down, this is where they're going to have the final argument, this is where the climax is going to happen, this is where shit hits the fan and then explodes. I mean why else would you introduce a building site if not to have all your characters have mental breakdowns symbolically in the middle of it? Scaffolding and painter's tarp is for screaming matches and for saying things you never meant to say.

Mew

Oh Mew. Soft, virginal, innocent Mew. Mew who lives in a completely different world to his friends where he wears cute pastels, gets a teen movie montage when he wakes up in the morning, gets a public confession like something out of a romance movie... Surrounded by people with impure thoughts and even worse intentions. What on earth is going to become of our sweet pastel boy?

Who am I kidding, he's going to be fine.

In fact he's probably going to be one of the few people who is fine by the end of this series, and will probably be at least partially responsible for quite a lot of other people being very fucked up (especially Top, sorry my man but you are doomed by the narrative). He's definitely doing to be hurt and he's definitely going to lose his honour student title and he's definitely going to have less friends by the end of this but he'll be fine, he's literally the only one in the friend group other than Chueam with the emotional maturity to cope with and process what's about to happen.

Prediction: He's going to lose friends (but not Chueam, she'll stick with him), his academic record is going to be messed up (but not irreparably so, he'll just have to put in extra work to repair it), and he won't have a boyfriend by the end of the series but he'll be okay, he'll be able to walk it off when it's all said and done. He may even start to get his man back (if he wants him, that is).

Ray

Poor Ray, he's a rich brat who clearly has some self-esteem issues and is whipped for his best friend. He's in for a rough ride I fear, especially seeing as he currently deals with his emotions by getting very drunk and/or lashing out.

Sand will probably be good for him (perhaps a little too good for him) in both bringing him down a peg and hopefully giving him the kind of ego boost he actually needs (no Ray you are not a burden but please stop ruining your liver) and I'm really looking forward to the development of their enemies to fwb relationship and all entails.

Unfortunately for Ray he looks like he might be a bit of a bleeding heart romantic on the inside so he's probably going to get his heart broken twice in a very short space of time; once by Mew and his new relationship and then once again by Sand and his refusal to play second fiddle and Ray is only going to realise this when it's a bit too late. Needless to say Ray will probably not be having a fun time for most of this series and of all the character he is tied as most likely to end up in hospital at some point.

Prediction: He's going to lose friends, he's going to fail his degree, he's going to get his heart broken twice and he's probably not going to be okay about it (but hopefully he'll be on the mend by the end of it all). Ray is going to start shit he can't finish and he, more than anyone else, is going to be a victim of his own actions but hopefully he's also going to be the character with the most growth. Sand might be around to scrape him off the floor at the end, but Ray is going to have to work himself out first.

Boston

Boston, what to say about Boston other than currently he seems to be trying to break the record of most men slept with in a single episode (his competition is Brian Kinney from Queer As Folk btw).

There's definitely a lot more than meets the eye when it comes to him and I look forward to unpacking all of his messy laundry when the time comes. He seems to be both incredibly confident with his life choices (good for him) and incredibly insecure about them at the same time which is fascinating and I definitely get the feeling that he has issues with Mew (to the point where I wouldn't really say they're actually friends) because of that insecurity. I genuinely wouldn't be surprised is at some point we get a lot of pent resentment spilling out from Boston about Mew because no one casually mocks someone they're genuinely okay with that many times behind their back.

Prediction: Boston wants but he doesn't quite know what. He is definitely blowing up every single friendship he has in the process of working it out and he's probably going to find himself on his own for a while too, which might actually be what he needs. That being said, if anyone decides to put forward a laurel at the end of the show though, I also think it's going to be him. I also predict no romance, but I also don't think that's what he wants or needs.

Top

Top the Top Tier player who's never not got his object of interest before. He likes casual sex, comes off as a bit of a sleaze (but at least a sleaze who respects boundaries), and is apparently looking for a new challenge now sleeping around has got boring (but not boring enough to not sleep with Boston again).

The problem for Top is that he thinks he's approaching Mew in his world and on his terms where in reality he's already dancing to the tune of Mew's fiddle and it's only going get worse. Mew's world has rules and regulations and things you just don't do (like sleeping with your boyfriend's best friend) and Top is going to find himself caught up in them. What's worse is he's probably going to find out (much too late) that he wants to be caught up in them. Top might be the big man now but he is well and truly fucked.

Prediction: Top isn't going to take his relationship with Mew 100% seriously until he realises he's already completely invested in it and at that point it's going to be too late. He's definitely going to break Mew's heart but Mew is going to break his ten times over and he's not going to recover easily from that. He might have a chance at redemption, but only once he's completely wrecked himself first.

Sand

Sand was just trying to live his life and then he threatened to pee on someone's head and it all went down hill from there.

At the moment he seems like the audience stand in: watching all the chaos and wondering what on earth is wrong with all these privileged brats (semi-affectionate). Like Mew he definitely seems to have himself together in a way that makes me think he'll come away from this pretty okay emotionally (it'll hurt but he's not allergic to emotions, he'll heal). Unlike Mew he definitely doesn't seem to completely together life-wise (i.e monetarily) though, which does make me wonder if our 3 friends (I'm not including Chueam in this, she's not a guilty party) are going to mess that up for him instead.

Prediction: Emotionally he's going to be okay (although he probably has heartbreak in the cards), in every other aspect I think he'll sustain the most damage (and therefore will be entitled to compensation). He feels the most like an innocent bystander and, as such, is definitely going to regret the day he lay eyes on the back of Ray's head. Out of all the characters, he's probably going to be the one due the most apologies all while having done very little to anyone else.

Nick

Wow well Twison changed when he went to uni, wasn't expecting that trajectory at all 😋

In all honesty I feel like I have the least to go on for Nick in terms of predictions (not that I have much to go on for anything else I've been saying). He seems to be completely gone for Boston already (oh Babe he is not a good target to fall head over tits for) and I like the idea that's floating around that Nick is already familiar with Boston somehow based off his reaction to their first meeting.

That being said, I am getting a little bit of a creep vibe from him (maybe it was the invasion of his client's privacy and subsequent masturbation scene that pinged the alarm idk) but I can't help but feel like everything Mew said he'd do if he slept with Top? Yeah Nick would actually do all those things and more. So yeah, while Boston is going to mess him up with their ambiguous relationship, it's only because Nick was pretty messed up in the first place and he'll end up messing Boston up right back with his clingy/obsessive tendencies.

Prediction: Looks like a marshmallow, is actually on fire. Things are going to go wrong for him but only because things were not right in the first place. Possibly the most likely to actually need therapy. I also wouldn't be at all surprised if he's the one to swing the bat that brings it all crashing down, in fact in this crack-pot prediction, I'm expecting him to.

The Friendship Group

Is going to be in tatters by the end of this series, I'm so sorry Chueam. (I mean is this even a prediction or am I just stating the obvious?)

Prediction: Mew and Chueam are probably still going to be friends (they seems like the closest to each other) but no one else is going to be talking. Ray might have Sand (and Chueam if he doesn't fuck up too much) but Boston going to be on his lonesome and so is Top unless they want to throw a pity party together. At the end of the show there will be a tentative reconciliation, but with the knowledge they're never going to be the same, never going to be as close as before.

TLDR + Extra Predictions

Mew: About to have the worst time of his life but he'll make it through, his pain is going to end up being other people's problem.

Ray: Poor, unfortunate soul checking in at heart-break hotel twice in the space of a few months. Most likely to get his man though.

Boston: Needs to figure out what he wants. Probably going to end up completely cut off from everyone but also most likely to extend the peace offering at the end.

Top: Fucked. (Might get a chance at redemption at the end if he's lucky)

Sand: Emotionally fine, financially screwed. Out of everyone he has to most to complain about and he doesn't even go here.

Nick: Most likely to need actual therapy.

Climax: A big argument at the hotel surrounded by the ruins of their hard work

Likely scene: All of them at Yo's bar they used to go to as friends but this time ignoring each others existence.

Likely scene 2: Boston unleashing a load of suppressed resentment towards Mew, possibly to do with their different lifestyles/world views.

Best chance at romance: Chueam

Best chance at staying friends: Chueam and Mew

Key theme: The importance of friendship

Me: happy to be proven right or wrong with these predictions and here for the wild ride regardless.

And that's it! As I said, these predictions are completely pulled from the air around a single watch of episode 1 so they're not at all serious. If I'm right yay, if I'm wrong also yay, I'm just happy to be watching, I just thought it would be fun to test how well I can predict a narrative based on very little information indeed. If anyone wants to share their own crackpot predictions I am more than happy to hear them, let's clown together.

#only friends the series #only friends #ofts #crackpot predictions #if I'm going to make predictions it will be with absolutely no information #because how else are you going to make them?#with actual information?

76 notes · View notes

starkstruck27 · 9 months ago

Text

So excited to finally share my piece for the Stranger Things Rarepair Roulette!! I hope everyone enjoys and I hope we can start writing Rarepairs more often!! Ao3 Link: Any Solitary Pleasure that was Sorrow in Disguise Pairing: Nancy Wheeler/Barb Holland/Carol Perkins Rating: Explicit TWs: Underage Drinking, Smoking, Mildly Dubious Consent, very slight Suicidal Ideation Word Count: 5,236

November 8th, 1983 marked a lot of firsts for Nancy Marie Wheeler. It was the first time she’d smoked weed, the first time she shotgunned a beer, and the first time she jumped into a pool with all of her clothes on. It was also the night that she lost her virginity, and she would never forget that for as long as she lived.

Now, if anyone were ever to ask her how it happened, she’d probably give them one of two answers. She’d either say something along the lines of “a lady doesn’t kiss and tell” and leave it at that, or, if she were feeling a little bit more confident, she’d say she lost it that night to Steve Harrington, up in his bedroom after getting out of the pool. But no matter which answer she gave, she’d have been lying. There had been a lot more to that evening than what is safe to air on television.

It had started off as a normal evening. She and her best friend Barb Holland had gone over to Steve’s for a get-together, both a little nervous in more ways than one. Nancy and Steve had been testing the waters of a new relationship, so butterflies were running rampant in her stomach, and she was hoping to be able to get along with Steve’s friends, too, so her anxiety was spiking as she and Barb parked their car and walked up to the door of the house.

Barb was more nervous for Nancy, she didn’t like seeing her upset, and Steve had been known to be a heartbreaker, as well as not always hanging around with the nicest people. Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins were never ‘mean’ to them, per se, but they were never nice, either. She just hoped that the night would go smoothly and then they could go home with minimal amounts of trouble, especially since she didn’t want to see her best friend going all to pieces over some brainless jock with good hair.

But either way, they went to the door, and they were welcomed inside, everyone all smiles as they sat around on Steve’s back patio, enjoying what would probably be the last somewhat warm evening of the season. Steve seemed happy that Nancy was there, and was even pretty nice to Barb, so they weren’t having a terrible time. Even if Tommy was a bit obnoxious with the way he ran his mouth and Carol was a bit imperious as she sat by herself and filed her nails for the better part of the night. Still, Nancy was having a good time, it seemed, and because of that, Barb was willing to stay and put up with it all, for her sake.

“Aw shit, dude, where’s the rest of the beer?” Tommy asked at one point, giving Steve a certain look that neither Nancy or Barb could really read. Carol seemed to know exactly what it meant, though, and she smirked and rolled her eyes as Steve stood up, saying they’d be right back, they had to go find the rest of the drinks.

“Have fun,” Carol said in a sing-song voice, blowing away some of the dust from her nails as the two boys walked away into the house.

Once it was just the girls on the patio, it became a little awkward. Nancy and Barb were nerds, and they knew it, so they were having trouble coming up with a topic of conversation. Carol was a popular girl, smart enough to get by, but not top of her class like the other two, so finding common ground was like trying to find a needle in a haystack.

As it turned out, though, they all shared one thing in common: All three of them loved cheesy romance novels, which they found out when Barb took a shot in the dark and asked Carol, “So… Read any good books lately?” After that, they began to get talking, and it turned out that Carol actually wasn’t so bad. A little crass, a little uppity, at times a bit rude, but overall not that bad, and soon the other two girls were enjoying their conversation with her as they waited for the boys to come back.

“They sure are taking a long time to come back with those drinks,” Nancy said, glancing at the door and fiddling with the hem of her shirt nervously.

“Oh, yeah, they won’t be back for at least another half hour,” Carol said, stretching out on one of the loungers.

“A half hour? What could possibly take them that long to come back? What, are they brewing the beer themselves?” Barb asked, shifting a bit closer to Nancy on the chair that they were sharing.

“Nah, they just like to have some ‘boy time’ sometimes. I’m just glad they invited some girls this time so that I’d have someone to talk to while I wait,” Carol said, smiling a little at the other two as she tossed her dark locks over her shoulder.

“What do you mean, ‘boy time’? Wasn’t the whole point of tonight that we all hang out together?” Nancy asked, looking between the other two.

“It is, and it still will be, sometimes the boys just like to do what they call ‘pre-gaming’ to get themselves psyched up and raring to go,” Carol replied, wiggling her eyebrows at them with a goofy smile on her face.

“What does that mean, ‘pre-gaming’?” Barb asked, looking to Nancy to see if she understood.

“Oh, come on, you know what I mean,” Carol said, looking at the others, but they both just stared back in confusion. “Wow, you two are such goodie-two-shoes! You really don’t know what I’m talking about?”

Nancy and Barb both shook their heads, looking at each other, then back to Carol for an explanation.

“Wow, okay, you two have been reading the wrong books then,” Carol said, getting up and pacing a bit as she explained, “‘Pre-gaming’ is a term Tommy picked up from me, from one of the novels I read. It was a pretty good one, maybe I’ll lend it to you sometime, but anyway, the heroine had two lovers, and whenever they were all three in a room together, the two guys would get so worked up over the girl that they would excuse themselves to relieve some tension together before going back and ravaging the girl. That’s similar to what the boys are doing now. They’re working off some energy together, and when they’re done, they’ll come back out like everything is normal and we all have an enjoyable evening.”

Carol paused, having to laugh a bit as she looked back at the other two, their faces redder than her cherry crush lipstick and their jaws dangling down to the ground. “Oh my God, you should see your faces right now!”

“You… You’re not being serious right now, are you?” Nancy asked, her hands working even faster on the hem as she bunched up her shirt.

“Oh, I’m very serious. It’s not that big a deal, really,” Carol said, shrugging as she sat across from the other two, “They’ve been practicing their moves on each other ever since we were in middle school, and they’ve been friends since before any of us could walk. They practically lost their virginity to each other, so it’s nothing they haven’t done before.”

“No, no, I mean it-it’s fine, I just didn’t know they were both… like that…” Nancy said, biting her lip.

“Oh, don’t worry, they aren’t really. They still both like girls and know how to treat them. They just know how to play both sides, if you catch my drift. I’m the same way, it’s nothing to be weird about. Sex feels good no matter who you’re with. At the end of the day, a mouth is still a mouth, a hand is still a hand, and all the rest of it is just the extra cherry on top,” Carol said, smiling slyly, “And I mean, come on, you can’t tell me that there isn’t a single woman out there that you wouldn’t consider switching sides for.”

As soon as she said it, Carol saw the way Barb glanced at Nancy, then quickly looked away with her face even redder. She couldn’t help but grin as Barb took a second to get ahold of herself, then turned back, shrugging her shoulders.

“I mean, I guess I kinda see what you’re getting at,” she said, glancing over at Nancy again.

“See! I knew you’d understand,” Carol said, smiling as she reached out and took one of each of their hands, “So, what’s say that, since we have some time to kill, we have a little bit of Girl Time?”

“I-I mean…” Barb mumbled after a moment, “I mean, it could be fun.”

“What?!” Nancy asked, whipping her head over to gape at her friend. Barb flushed bright red, but she just shrugged under Nancy’s incredulous stare, refusing to look down and instead looking back to Carol.

“Y’know, you really had me fooled, Holland. I didn’t think you had a wild side, but I like the way you’re proving me wrong,” Carol teased, leaning forward and kissing Barb like it was no big deal. They could feel Nancy staring at them, but Carol’s tongue shoving into her mouth made it hard for Barb to really care. She never thought her first kiss would ever happen in a tiny town like Hawkins, and she certainly never thought it’d happen with a girl as popular as Carol, but she wasn’t really complaining. The only thing that would make this the best moment of her whole life would be if Nancy joined in, too, but she didn’t want to get her hopes up.

“This is nuts! We could get caught! Tommy and Steve could come back any second and-” Nancy tried, but Carol cut her off.

“Oh my God, for just one second could you just loosen up? We aren’t gonna get caught, and even if we did, we’re just having a little fun. Ever heard of that?” She said, placing her manicured hands on her hips as she glared.

“Yeah, come on, Nancy,” Barb chimed in, “You’re the one who told me to keep an open mind about tonight. And it’s not like anything bad can happen. It’s just a few friends having some fun.”

“But-” Nancy said, but this time Barb cut her off, deciding that Nancy just needed a little nudge in the right direction. She kissed her, gentler than the way she’d been kissing with Carol, but still intense, doing her best to persuade Nancy to loosen up.

Nancy was shocked at first, going still as a statue as her eyes shot open in surprise, but Barb had reached over and tangled her hands in her hair, holding her face and kissing her like this was more than just a tryst, and Nancy began to ease into it. Her eyes closed and she relaxed a little, starting to kiss back, but her brain was still racing to catch up. She knew Barb loved her, and Nancy loved her right back. But the way Barb was kissing her, it was as if they were more than friends. Barb was kissing her the way Steve always did, like she wanted to crack open her own heart and pour its contents into her chest to be kept safe. It was confusing, but Nancy didn’t really have time to process it, at least, not when Carol was starting to run her hand up her thigh and play with the button of her jeans. Nancy gasped as she pulled away from Barb, a jolt running through her as Carol easily opened her jeans, slipping her hand in between the denim and the cotton of her panties.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Nancy asked, breathless and squirming under her touch. It felt alright, little jolts of electricity shooting through her every so often and a little damp spot starting to form between her legs as she tried to keep them closed.

“I’m having fun, princess. And fun sure feels good, doesn’t it?” Carol asked, booping Nancy on her nose and giggling as she wrinkled it up in response. “C’mon Barbie, help me get little miss straight-laced here to loosen up some more. We both want her to feel good, right?”

“Right,” Barb said, not even bothering to correct Carol when she used the nickname. She hated being called Barbie, but right now, she was too dazed and excited to care. So she didn’t even think twice before pulling Nancy over into another kiss, keeping one hand on her cheek and letting the other slip down to clutch at one of her breasts. She could feel Nancy gasp again, but whatever Carol was doing must’ve been working, because this time she didn’t pull away. Instead, she let it happen, and only pulled back when she was dragged away, nearly losing her balance and tumbling backwards as Carol yanked on her pants, trying to pull them down and off.

“Wait, wait, let me get up,” Nancy said, her voice breathy and clipped, as if she had just woken up from a good dream.

Carol moved back to let her up, smiling in approval as Nancy slipped out of her shoes and started to shimmy out of her jeans, but she kept her panties on. It was still chilly out, so Nancy began to shiver as she stood there without her pants, but neither Carol nor Barb worried about it. They’d have her warmed up in no time, but they figured it would only be fair if they leveled the playing field a little bit first. Carol decided to pull off her shirt, dropping it to the ground next to Nancy’s pants and immediately taking Nancy’s hand and pulling aside her bra, placing it on her bare tit. She shivered a bit, Nancy’s hands were freezing, but it only heightened the thrill. She was about to take Barb’s hand and put it on her other tit, but Barb was busy taking off her shirt, so she waited.

“Holy shit, your tits are huge,” Carol said as soon as Barb had her top off, looking at her in amazement. “Fuck, they’re gorgeous.”

“R-really?” Barb asked, seeming kinda shy, crossing her arms over her chest as if to hide herself away.

“Yeah,” Nancy chimed in, reaching her other hand towards her friend. She slipped her hand inside her bra and made Barb shiver just like Carol had, but Barb had also let out a squeak and a soft sigh, so Nancy assumed she liked the feeling.

“Now you’re getting into the spirit of things,” Carol smiled, but it was less mischievous and more… almost caring. She kept the smile on as she took off her own pants, then went to unbutton Barb’s, only to find she was late to the punch. Barb had seemed eager to shed her clothes once it had started, and now she was standing there in just her bra, apparently losing her bashfulness, as she had taken her panties down with her jeans.

“Holy shit, Barbie Girl!” Carol exclaimed, her eyes going wide as she grinned, “I had no idea you were such a wild woman!”

“Well, you never stopped to ask,” Barb smiled, a blush creeping over her face.

“I know. My loss, huh? But that’s enough chit chat, I wanna know exactly what I’ve been missing,” Carol said, taking Barb by the hips and guiding her to sit on one of the loungers. She gently pushed her down so that she was leaning back in the chair, her legs resting open enough that when Carol sat down next to her, she could slip her hand between them. “Come on, Princess, come help me out here.”

Nancy walked over and sat on Barb’s other side, looking nervously between her and Carol, and swallowing before finally removing her shirt as well. She took off her bra soon after, letting it fall to the ground as she turned to Carol, hoping for some kind of instructions. She knew what kind of stuff felt good on herself, but she didn’t know if she’d be able to transfer that over to someone else, so she was hoping Carol would show her how to do whatever would make everyone feel best.

“Neither of you have ever done this before, have you?” Carol asked, but it wasn’t mean.

“No,” both of the other girls replied, their faces going red.

“Okay, that’s fine. It’s easy, you just gotta be gentle when you start out and do whatever feels right,” she explained, then took Nancy’s hand, placing it on Barb’s thigh. “Open your legs up a little more, Barbie,” she instructed, and when she obeyed, Carol motioned for Nancy to sit between them. “Actually, lie on your stomach. I’ll show you how to use your mouth.”

“My mouth?” Nancy asked, unsure. She’d always heard that felt good, but she never thought about trying it herself, especially on this end of it.

“Yep,” Carol said, smiling as she leaned down to show her. It was kind of an awkward angle, what with Nancy lying in the best position and Carol having to lean in from the side, but it worked nonetheless. She stuck her tongue out and licked all around Barb’s pussy, flicking her tongue on her clit and making her gasp and shiver. She continued working her mouth until Barb was almost shaking beneath her, and then she sat up, licking her lips and grinning as she let Barb take a second to calm down.

“See? Nothing to it,” Carol said, shrugging as she saw Nancy’s gobsmacked expression. “How’d it feel, Barbie?”

“Fucking amazing,” Barb breathed out, her chest heaving as she came down a little from the high.

“Good,” Carol said, “See Princess? Why don’t you give it a try?”

Nancy couldn’t really speak anymore, so she just nodded, scooching up on the chair a little so that she could reach Barb. She lowered her head but kept her eyes on Barb’s face as best she could, giving an experimental lick and smiling into it when Barb shuddered. She kept at it, becoming more confident with each swipe of her tongue, and relishing the little noises she was drawing from her best friend’s throat.

“Oh, Jesus, Nancy, don’t stop,” Barb whined, reaching down and holding the back of her head as she continued her ministrations. Carol giggled a little as she reached over and held Nancy’s hair back with one hand, using the other to reach up and grab at Barb’s tits, shoving her bra aside, and finally, leaving Nancy altogether to go behind Barb and, through the slits in the lounger, unhooked her bra so she could take it off. Once it was on the ground with the rest of their clothes, Carol grabbed both her tits and buried her face in them, licking and sucking at them like an expert.

Barb couldn’t believe the position she was in. She had two of the prettiest girls in school all over her, doing everything they could to make her come undone. She never thought she’d be here in her wildest dreams, and yet, here she was. And it felt better than any dream she’d ever had, so much so that she thought she might’ve died and gone to Heaven. And then Nancy flicked her tongue just right, and Carol squeezed her tit with just enough pressure, and she couldn’t hold back the shout she let out as she finally came, her entire body shaking so hard that her glasses fell askew on her face.

“Oh, Nancy! Carol! Fuck!” She shouted, her eyes blurring as the feeling fell in a wave over her body, making her squirm as she started coming down and they just kept at it. Finally, after a few more seconds, it became too much, and she was able to find her voice enough to tell them to stop, or at least slow down.

“Holy cow,” she mumbled when they stopped, catching her breath as they all sat up with smiles on their faces.

“Was it good?” Nancy asked, seeming kind of unsure, even though Barb’s reaction should’ve assured her enough. Barb didn’t answer her right away, instead grabbing her by the back of the neck and pulling her in to kiss her. Tasting herself on Nancy’s lips was an odd sensation, but Barb was living for it. She would spend the rest of her days craving it, though she knew she’d probably never get it again. Still, she could allow herself this time to hope, at least until the boys came back. She didn’t have to burst her own bubble yet.

“It was amazing,” she finally answered with words, and she fixed her glasses as she blushed. Nancy blushed a little too, and she smiled gently as she gazed into Barb’s eyes. She looked like an angel, and Barb could feel her heart skipping faster in her chest.

“I bet! All that noise you were making could’ve woken the dead!” Carol giggled, breaking the moment, but Nancy didn’t seem to care all that much when she saw her standing next to them, totally naked. Her eyes went wide with lust, and Barb’s would’ve too, but her heart was still trying to recover from the moment she’d had with Nancy. It hurt like hell that she was looking at another girl the same way as she looked at her, and sure, Carol was a sight to behold when she was like this, but it made the moment she and Nancy had shared seem so much less special, like it didn’t mean anything. To Barb, it meant everything, and it only hurt that much more when Nancy got up and moved over to Carol, already starting to kiss her like Barb wasn’t even there anymore.

“You ready for your turn, Princess?” Carol asked when the kiss was broken, taking Nancy by the shoulders and guiding her to sit on another one of the chairs. She gently pushed her back as Nancy nodded, then gave her a quick peck on the cheek before moving down to pull her panties off. Nancy didn’t hesitate or tell her to stop like she had earlier, instead, she just lifted her hips to help it along. “Glad to see you’re finally having fun,” Carol teased, twirling the fabric around on her finger a few times to make Nancy giggle.

Barb couldn’t believe it, but she almost hated the sound. There was a green-eyed monster inside her rearing its ugly head, and it had finally started to bend the bars of the cage Barb tried to keep it locked in ever since the first grade. She wanted Nancy all to herself, and hearing her laugh so easily and freely with someone that wasn’t her, someone that two of them had hardly been able to stand up until tonight, only made it worse.

“Hey, Barbie, c’mere,” Carol called then, and finally, Barb had finally started getting to the end of her rope.

“Don’t call me that,” she said, maybe a little too harshly. They were still supposed to be having fun, and she couldn’t be completely upset with Carol, especially since she didn’t have any way of knowing what Barb was feeling right now, but she couldn’t help it.

“Whoa, okay, jeez, you’re awful cranky for someone who’s just had what looked like one hell of an orgasm!” Carol said, but just shrugged it off after that. “Anyway, I just wanted to see if you wanted first dibs on deflowering Miss Nancy here.”

And how could Barb say no to that?

“Yeah, sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” Barb said, trying to keep herself at bay.

“Are you okay?” Nancy asked, sitting up and looking at her with big, concerned eyes. Barb forced herself to look away.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Barb said, leaning down and lying in front of Nancy just like she’d done earlier. Nancy nodded then and just laid back down, and once again, it was like a knife to Barb’s gut that she couldn’t tell that there was something more going on. That, or she just didn’t care enough to keep asking questions.This time, though, Barb was almost ready for the feeling, so even though it still hurt, she’d been expecting it.

“Are you ready?” She asked, trying now to avoid Nancy’s gaze.

“Yeah,” Nancy responded, “Whenever you are.”

And Barb was ready. She’d been ready ever since the first time she found out girls could have sex with one another, but she had never told anybody that, and she wasn’t going to start spilling her guts now. Instead, she found a much more practical use for her mouth than speaking. She dove in and immediately started doing whatever she could to make Nancy feel good. If she heard her moaning or gasping or half-choking on the little puffs of air she could get in, she kept doing whatever it was that had drawn the sound out of her, and didn’t stop until she’d found some other way to please her. She treated Nancy’s body like it was the most sacred thing in the world, like she was a goddess and this was her way of praising her. And Nancy seemed to be loving it, so much so that she was coming quickly, within at least half the time that it’d taken for her to get an orgasm out of Barb.

As she came, Nancy’s back arched off of the chair she was on, and she threw her head back and let out such a moan, it was like she was a wolf howling at the moon. Her hands gripped the arms of the chair and her knuckles turned white from how hard she was clinging to them. Her legs trembled and her pussy quivered and pulsed around Barb’s tongue, releasing a little splash of liquid that soaked Barb’s chest and the lower half of her face. Barb wanted to draw out her pleasure for as long as possible, so as tears began to stream down Nancy’s face, she continued to lick all over her, nosing at her throbbing clit and using two of her fingers to massage inside of her, going faster when she heard Nancy gasp and felt her clench around them.

Nancy was trying to babble something as Barb continued to eat her out and finger her, but it was so incoherent that Barb couldn’t make out a single word. She just kept up what she was doing, going even faster with her fingers even though her wrist was beginning to ache, and her tongue was getting tired from how much she was working it. But it was all worth it when, within a few minutes of the first orgasm, she had Nancy coming again, and squirting even harder than before, soaking her almost entirely from the nose down.

It was only then that she gave Nancy a break, and as she sat up, drops of come still dripping from her chin, she could feel her heart beginning to stir again. Nancy looked so beautiful when she was undone like this. Her hair was mussed up and fanned out behind her, there were tears streaming down her cheeks, and her entire body seemed to be tinted pink and shone from the sheen of sweat covering her, even on the cold night. Barb could’ve stared at her like this forever, but once again, Carol just had to ruin the moment.

“Oooohhh, fuuuuuuuck!” She moaned out from another chair, her eyes rolling back in her head as she grinned drunkenly. Barb and Nancy both looked over at her as they heard it, and their eyes nearly popped out of their heads when they saw the little pink bullet-shaped vibrator she was holding in her hand. They hadn’t even noticed the sound it had been making as she used it, but they could hear it now, and they knew it stayed on as Carol rode out her own orgasm, then finally clicked it off.

“Where the hell did you get that?” Nancy asked as she stayed in the same position on the lounger, playing with a strand of her hair as she gazed at Carol in amused awe.

“I never leave home without it,” Carol answered, smiling slyly as she showed it off like she was Vanna White. “Care to give it a try, Princess?”

“I better not,” Nancy said, smiling a little disappointedly. “We better clean up, the boys will be back any minute, and besides, I already came twice, I gotta make sure I still have some energy left for if Steve and I go upstairs, right?”

“Very good point,” Carol smiled, standing up then and starting to gather up her clothes. Nancy and Barb did the same, but as Carol and Nancy started getting dressed, Barb didn’t know what to do. She was still wet, and while Nancy had just used her jacket to dry off her legs before pulling her jeans and panties back on, Barb didn’t have anything to use. Nancy didn’t even offer to let her use her jacket, instead just hung it on the back of a chair and continued to get dressed.

Carol must’ve seen the look Barb was giving Nancy then, because without saying a word, she offered her own jacket to Barb so she could clean up her face. She still didn’t speak as she used the jacket to clean up the chair and her toy, then tossed it aside so she could get it later. After that, they continued to get dressed, and had just gotten themselves presentable when Tommy and Steve strolled back out onto the patio, carrying with them a cooler full of beers and a carton or two of cigarettes.

The night went on pretty normally after that, only Nancy was acting different. She was smoking, and drinking, and just generally not being herself. Barb didn’t like it, but she knew there was nothing she could do about it. After all, why would Nancy listen to her advocating for her wellbeing when Steve fucking Harrington was encouraging the exact opposite? She knew she’d do whatever she thought Steve would like best, and that would include being a total bitch to her best friend since preschool.

“Hey,” Carol had said sometime around Nancy’s second beer. “You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Barb had tried to deflect, but Carol saw right through her.

“Okay, whatever you say,” She said, shrugging, “But a bit of advice, don’t get too hung up on her, okay? You can do a lot better, and frankly, she’s not worth it if she treats you like this.”

Carol then leaned over and hugged her, which Barb didn’t expect, and suddenly, she just wanted to cry. More than anything, she wanted to cry. But she knew she couldn’t break down in front of these people, it wouldn’t wouldn’t do her any good. So she held it together, and she just tried to get through the night. But, of course, that would prove easier said than done, especially when she felt she had so little left to fight for.

So, that’s the true story of how Nancy Wheeler lost her virginity, and how her best friend, in turn, lost her life.

#STRairpairRoulette #ST Rarepair Roulette #rarepair #stranger things #carol perkins #nancy wheeler #barb holland #steve harrington #tommy hagan #fanfic

15 notes · View notes

08theverysmallhuman · 9 months ago

Note

THANK GOD SOMEBODY IN THIS FUCKING FANDOM LIKES IGAGURI!!!!!!!!! OH MY GODDDD HE IS LITERALLY JUST A LITTLE GUY WHAT THE FUCK ARE HATERS SO MAD ABOUT!!!!!!! I thought the more recent scene with him and Isagi where he was given advice was incredible and I really hope we get to see more of him in future arcs still because he’s Isagi’s pal and first real rival!!! He’s silly comic relief yeah but he’s also genuinely likable and has a VERY heavy and real reason to be so driven and passionate to stick in Blue Lock! And I am SO happy seeing somebody else who likes him here FINALLY! FINALLY!!! THANK YOU

THAT MAKES WHAT. FOUR? IGAGURI ENJOYERS IVE SEEN ON HERE?? WHAT THE FUCK

FOR FUCKING REEEEAL !!!!! They're mad he's still in because it makes no sense well first of all he quite literally is established to not want to train if he doesn't have to and call him lazy and it doesn't make sense he's still in WHEN IN CANON he works hard enough to be good enough to run with the beasts blue lock is cultivating, to the point where he's actually straining his fucking body and injuring himself on equipment and throwing up???? Brother if you fall face first on a treadmill set to max you are not getting back on I don't know what to tell you. He's decided to train the thing he's good at, the same thing everyone else in the series is doing, the thing that Real Life Soccer Players accepts as an actual strategy and people are getting on his ass about it cause they can't fucking accept that he's a genuinely GOOD soccer player who's playing with actual superpowered geniuses

He's also like??? Really nice compared to some of these guys?? He talks a lot of shit but like it's comparatively tame and not really all that different from like regular team animosity? You got other people on this team saying some real out of pocket shit and you're on this guy's case about it ISAGI's ruder than this guy. He's genuinely happy for his friends when they reach a new level in their progress, he's comfortable asking them for advice and help with practice, he's literally isagi's hypeman on the field and he's cheering for every goal

It's literally just because they find him ugly there's literally no other reason. He's not even ugly he's bald but he looks fine dude he's literally living in a fucking temple what do you want from him. He might not even wanna look like this he very adamantly hates the thought of continuing to live in the temple let a man be

And yes his backstory is literally The most interesting one to me hands down I need to know what his home life is like I need to know his dad his mom his friends how he got into soccer in a reportedly strict shrine especially with his personality being like Super Not Buddhist, he prays to ask for stuff and not anywhere else, his jersey number is literally a reference to the 108 earthly desires Buddhists are meant to stay away from, that he specifically indulges in while he's away from home I wonder if he's used to being squished in a room with multiple people and that's how he finds such bizarre sleeping positions cause it's so open suddenly I need to know if he makes it out which he fucking better if he goes back I'm destroying all life on the planet let my boy go

Not even gonna get into the it shouldve kira argument I've said it a million times they only want him back because he's hot but kira was not fucking making it in blue lock . you want him to but he just fuckin wasn't maybe one day I'll get into it but you know in your heart of hearts Pretty Boy McSwaggy here was getting his fucking shit rocked

Igarashi Gurimu is a GREAT LIKEABLE AMD COMPELLING CHARACTER and just because he's not exactly bishie IT DOESNT MEAN HE'S A BAD PERSON?? Ive literally seen 'igaguri would be a pervert igaguri would be homophobic' he's literally one of the few people in blue lock who hasnt mentioned girls or romance bud. And my guy put up with shidou dude I think we're Fine

#blue lock #08.text #blue lock igaguri #08replies #the igaguri slander literally put me in this situation i was so confused on how he was in any way annoying enough to warrant all the hate #and now he's my special little guy #igarashi gurimu

11 notes · View notes

hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall · 2 years ago

Text

Jealous

Pairing: Echo x F!Reader, Tech x F!Reader (platonic), Bad Batch x F!Reader (platonic)

Words: 11 078

Warning: ANGST, fluff, jealousy, Echo’s insecurities, swear words

Summary: Feelings aren’t really something the Clones are good with. Especially when it comes to love and jeakousy.

A/N: I had this story in my WIPs for a while now. I’m not sure I’m 100% happy about it, but I don’t think I can do more with it now. So I hope you enjoy it ;)

“That must have cost you a fortune!” Hunter exclaimed, but couldn’t help the big smile on his lips when he looked at all the food on the table. You heard them talk about how their missions were getting more and more annoying and the pay wasn’t as good either. You knew Cid was shady, but you wouldn’t expect her to cheat on the money. You worked for her from time to time. You were pretty good with repairing stuff. Not a genius, like Tech, but you were handy and actually enjoyed it. And well, working at a little restaurant in the center of the city wasn’t giving you that warm feeling in your stomach as playing around in oil and old clancking metals. The job was good. It paid the rent and all the junk that was laying around the flat. Despite not being the most fulfilling, it did let you make that dinner for the boys.

“It smells amazing!” Wrecker shouted happily, you could almost see the drooling in the corner of his mouth and you chuckled softly.

“I may have gotten overboard, but you said your last couple of missions didn’t go as planned and well, I wanted to do something nice for you.” The Clones looked at you softly and looked around at all the things you prepared. You did take some of the things from your restaurant but it would be thrown away anyway. And you were sure your boys and Omega would be more than happy to eat it. “I made some chocolate pie”, the teenager exclaimed happily and ran to sit on one of the chairs at the table, almost eating with her eyes. “Go sit down, I’ll be back in a minute”. They all nodded and went to join the girl, while you went back into the kitchen. You double checked on the pie to make sure it wouldn’t burn and you took out the wine from the fridge and some grape juice for Omega knowing she wouldn’t want to be left alone.

“May I help?” You jumped slightly hearing Echo’s soft voice behind you. He apologized shyly and sent you one of his smiles you absolutely adored. “Meshl'a it smells heavenly in here.” He sighed, his smile growing when he noticed the bottle of the alcohol. “Are we celebrating something?” He asked, walking closer, taking the tray with the glasses in his hand smirking at you.

“I got it from my boss as a gratitude for all the overtime, so… If you don’t like it, I can get something else.” You were about to turn and look for something else when his chuckle stopped you. Just a simple gesture and it completely changed his face. The always serious and tired mask would fall sometimes whenever he laughed and you loved it. You were absolutely smitten with Echo, but you expected that a romance was not something he would be interested in and you weren’t really a one night stand type of girl. So you kept your feelings hidden and you just became his friend. Someone he could always talk to and lean on when his brothers and Omega were just too much.

“This is more than enough cyar'ika” Your eyes widened at his endearment, but you decided to let it go. It was probably just a slip of a tongue, or your Mandoe wasn’t as good as you thought. “Come on let’s go or Wrecker will eat everything before we have a chance to even try it out.” You chuckled and took the bottle and a juice, while Echo helped you with the glasses. Yes, friends were definitely enough if it meant he would smile at you the same, beautiful way as he did before you left the kitchen.

***

“And she was hanging from the Marauder. I thought Hunter would shit himself!” Wrecker laughed out loud, making the Sergeant chuckle softly. You loved moments like that. When they all looked so happy, so relaxed, like there was no worry in the world. You looked to your right and your eyes shined seeing Echo laugh. It wasn’t often that the ARC Trooper would look and sound so relaxed. He was sitting on the chair, finishing his piece of pie, his whole posture relaxed.

“One of these days she will give me a heart attack”, you looked to your room where Wrecker put her in your bedroom not even 30 minutes ago. The poor thing was falling asleep, eating the pie and she was more than happy to oblige when you offered her your bed. She was a lot but you could see that whatever there was, the Batch needed it. Maybe it was the lack of Crosshair or just the whole thing with the Republic, but Omega was a cure they all needed to feel normal, only if just a little bit.

“I wouldn’t mind staying with her from time to time” you proposed and all of them stared at you in surprise. “Of course in a disguise of some girls' night or something”, you shrugged and almost jumped feeling Echo’s hand on your thigh. You looked at him and your heart almost stopped, seeing the most beautiful and soft smile. There was something hidden behind those eyes that you weren’t able to read and the heat of his stare and of the touch made you blush like a stupid teenager in love.

“You are our guardian Angel” he finally stated, petting your thigh with his hand. “You are already doing so much for us, we wouldn’t want you to feel like you need to…”

“Are you kidding me!? I love this furr ball of energy!” You exclaimed happily, your eyes leaving to Hunter, who everyone knew had the last, decision making voice in all this. “I know I’m not the most reliable person when it comes to keeping her safe, but…”

“We would owe you”, Hunter stopped you and your smile widened. He knew how you always put yourself down with the fact that you were just a civilian and wasn’t as skilled as them when it came to fighting or shooting. He always promised to give you some training, but never found time for it.

“Y/N?” You looked at Wrecker and frowned, seeing how he became quiet all of a sudden, awkwardly looking around.

“Yes, sweetheart”, the boys absolutely loved the little nicknames you had for them. It was a sign of your feeling towards them, how you saw them as your family and they would never be able to truly tell you how happy that made them. You looked at his nervous look on his plate and you chuckled. “There is still some pie in the kitchen, would you like some?” You couldn’t help but laugh at his adorable expression and the childish nodding of his head. “Tech, sweety?” The man looked up from his datapad, surprised to be outshined. He looked at Hunter who shrugged, but as always was open to help. He left the pad and followed you to the kitchen. “Would you like some as well?” He nodded, unsure what he was really doing here.

He likes you, a lot. He wasn’t sure if like was a good word to describe it. He felt comfortable with you. You listened to his mumbling, and actually were interested in what he had to say. You never minded his informality and he really enjoyed spending time with you. He considered you to be intelligent, enough so to hold an actual intellectual conversation while repairing some parts of the ships together. There were times when you would loan him a book or two for his sleepless nights and he would comm you to tell you all about it. You were like a sister he never knew he wanted, but so dearly needed in his life. You tried so hard, like with everyone else, to make him feel welcomed and comfortable, that he tried really hard to bite his tongue, sometimes not to slight you in any way.

“I’m sorry for all that, but would you follow me to my study?” Your study. He adored that place. It was dark, full of broken and not very so equipment. A place for you just to lose yourself in your little hobby. Tech would even come to your flat only to sit there with his pad and just be there, sit next to you, or even alone, if you let him. Which you always did. Eventually giving him a spare key, in case he needed to use the room, when you were at work, or something. He was thankful, really. “I’m working on something, but I won’t lie I am stuck a bit…” You started shyly, working nervously with your fingers. Something he noticed you did quite often. A nervous tick, something he was very familiar with. “And who’s better to ask for help, than my sweet genius.” He blushed at your little nickname and followed you, holding you by your hand.

He liked how messy it was here. It wasn’t dirty, not at all. Rather it was crowded from all the equipment, written ideas and just unfinished projects. He learned pretty quickly to maneuver through it, without breaking anything. Another little gesture he did for you. Just for you. And so he watched you going through one of your shelves and his eyes widened when you came back with your most precious work so far.

“Is that?” He started, taking the invention into his hands, almost too afraid to touch it. It looked almost done in his opinion and very, very expensive. Whatever pieces you gathered for this, must have been top notch and he looked over it with a fascination written on his face.

“It’s his birthday in more than a month, so I thought I may give him something special… Did I go overboard?” He didn’t understand the whole birthday thing. They were clones, they didn’t have birthdays, which angered you truly. That was one of the few times when he saw you furious. And so a new tradition was created. You were able to somehow get the info on when all of them were created and decided that it was their birthdays. He remembered how sad you were when you found out that all of the Bad Batch except for Echo and Omega were created on the same day. But this didn’t stop you. You made that day the most amazing day of the year for them. You would buy them something special, something just for them. You even baked them a big cake once and he couldn’t help the little tear that escaped his eyes when each of the boys were ‘forced’ to blow the candles.

“This is incredible” he mumbled under his nose, still looking at what you gave him. He never knew you were even working on it. “It looks done to me…”

“I got all the mechanic stuff done, but I’m not good with neuro stuff. I would never be able to effectively make the hand actually work with his neuro system…” You looked away, embarrassed, playing with your finger nervously. “I know you already have a lot of work to do, but would you be able to help me with this?” He stared at the hand with awe. It looked even better than that of General’s Skywalker and Tech had to admit, he was impressed. It looked like you not only spent lots of time on it, but lots of money as well. He remembered the prices of some of those parts and he then remembered a conversation he once had with Hunter.

“It’s kind of adorable to see her like that”, it was one of the days that you spent alone with Echo. You leaned on his shoulder with a satisfied smile on your face. You were probably the only person who found him comfortable and Echo let you lean on him whenever you wanted to. It made him really happy and Tech always thought it was just one of these things you did to make them all feel welcomed and comfortable.

“What do you mean? She always acts like that.” Tech asked, looking at the way you laughed about something Echo said. He didn’t understand that then, but now he remembers how your eyes shined, when looking at his brother. How your smile seemed much bigger and more natural when you were with him.

“She’s always like that with Echo.” Hunter said then, and Tech just now realized how true he was. You always treated them all with nothing but love, but as much as it was purely platonic with the rest of them, your love for Echo was different, and Tech just now truly realized it.

“I wanted it to be a surprise, and I know no one better who could help me… I mean I understand if you already have enough on your…”

“I’ll help”, he finally said, taking his eyes off the mechanical hand. “You did an incredible job with that. It’s a thoughtful gift.” You smiled widely at a complement and before he was able to react, you flung yourself at him, laughing quietly. He wasn’t a fan of hugs, but surprisingly whenever you, or Omega gave them, he didn’t mind them as much anymore. Weird.

As he was about to say something more, a cough made them jump. His first reaction was to hide the prosthetic behind himself, which turned out to be a decent idea at the time, as Echo was leaning on the doors to the room, looking at them with an unreadable expression.

“We started to worry”, he mumbled, his eyes landed on Tech and then traveled to you. You smiled at him but frowned when he didn’t return it at first. But when he finally did, there was something fake there. Like he forced himself to do so. You pleaded Tech with your eyes to hide the hand away and followed Echo into the kitchen.

“Do you want a piece as well?” You asked and turned around from the fridge, when you didn’t hear the answer. You frowned realizing that Echo just left the kitchen and came back to the living room where you were all sitting. Something weird tucked at your heart at his behavior. You tried to remember if you did or say something in this short period of time to make him act like that.

“I can meet you tomorrow here to work on it”, Tech started, walking into the kitchen. You nodded thankfully and gave him some of the plates to take with him to the kitchen. The weird feeling continued when you came back and sat next to Echo, who seemed to ignore you.

***

He hated that feeling. He knew he was acting like a complete jerk, but it was stronger than him. He never thought he would ever act out of jealousy, especially not towards his own brother. And here he was, barking at Tech for even the most absurd things. Even Hunter started to notice that something was off and well that was never good. He was too perspective and Echo did not want his brothers to know how he felt.

What was worse, Tech wasn’t the only one that became a victim of his anger. He didn’t miss the way your smile died at the end of that evening. He remembers how you tried to talk to him, even made some of your awful jokes, but Echo didn’t care. He was angry, he was jealous, he was hurt and betrayed. He knew he didn’t have the right to feel like that. You were never even remotely his. And yet when he walked in on you and Tech hugging, your expression was so happy he thought he was going to throw up. He felt physically ill. He was angry at himself for even thinking that someone like you would ever fall for someone like him. A machine with some pieces of humanity left in him. He felt ashamed when he thought of all the times he flirted and he thought it worked on you. How you blushed and chuckled softly, how your eyes shined when looking at him, how you held his hand. And it all turned out to be some stupid joke. He knew he had no right to blame you for that, but he still did, because there was only so much hate one person can feel towards himself.

He dreamed that there may come a time when he would find that courage he once had, when he and Fives would talk to the girls in the 79's. That he would finally find his old self somewhere deep and ask you out. He planned to do it, after seeing all the things you did for them that night. No one has ever done so much for him, for any Clones. You loved them all and he was stupid enough to think that it may have been less platonic towards him. And so he decided to guide his emotions once again. Just like he was doing before he met you. Before he started to see you as more than just one of them, like his brothers did. He closed himself off and ignored anything related to you.

And he kept on doing it for a month now. Seeing how it affected you and ignoring it. It was difficult at the beginning, because whenever he saw you, all he wanted was to hug you and kiss the pout off your lips. But as the days went on, as more and more missions went on, he just stopped caring. He stopped seeing the sadness in your eyes, whenever he chose to leave the room, whenever you walked in. He ignored the tears he was sure to see, whenever he moved away from your touch. Those teary eyes were the worst. He once promised himself that he would never make you cry, and he was too broken to even care now. And he definitely did not care how Tech was always at your place when they weren’t on the mission. No he didn’t care at all. After all, you weren’t his to care about.

***

Tech wasn’t a blind man, and no matter what some may think, he wasn’t immune to emotions. He just reacted to them differently than others. But no, Tech was not a blind man. And he did not miss how you always hide your emotions. He saw those circles under your puffy eyes, probably from unslept nights. He saw how hard you tried to keep Echo close to you, when he started to isolate himself from you. Tech saw all these tears you tried so desperately to hide from him, from his brothers, from Echo and from yourself. He saw how much you hurt and how you started to isolate yourself as well. Cautiously of course, but he saw it. You didn’t come to see them the same day they landed. You didn’t come to just hang out with them anymore. He knew, he tried to understand that it wasn’t ‘because you got tired of them’ as Wrecker stated once angrily. No, you would never. He saw it in your eyes, the way you asked about him and his brothers. He knew you wanted to see them but couldn’t, because you would see him and that was crushing you harder than anything he’s seen before.

He prided himself in knowing and yet here he was still with so many questions unanswered. He spends his time at your flat trying to make this hand working. You both failed more times than he could count and yet you never gave up. Pleading him with those pretty, teary eyes to try again and again. And he was unable to say no, because he wanted to see that sparkle in your eyes, even if it was just for these couple of moments when you worked together.

“There is something I don’t understand”, he finally spoke, unable to control himself any further. It has been a month since Echo has been acting like that and he couldn’t comprehend any of that.

“Yes?” You asked, surprise written on your face. It wasn’t often that Tech didn’t know something, but it was even rarer that he admitted to it. You put the screwer away and turned towards him, giving him all of your attention.

“You don’t see him anymore and I cannot blame you. Echo is my brother, but even I have to admit that whatever got into him is hurting you.” He started, trying to ignore the way you shrunk at the sound of his name. “He’s been nothing but ignorant and rude towards you for the past month and yet here we are working on that hand. A gift from you to him. And I am sure you are also planning some kind of thing for that birthday thing you came up with.”

“What is your question, Tech?”, you asked, looking away, down on the floor. Your fingers nervously twisting. You knew what Tech wanted to know, of course you did but the mere thought of it made you feel so silly and vulnerable that you tried to ignore it.

“Why?” The question was so simple and yet you weren’t sure how to answer it in a way that you wouldn’t look weak in his eyes. Pathetic in some way. You valued his friendship and presence and you were afraid to lose him as well.

“Echo has always been a difficult man, since the first day we met”, you started, sitting up on the table, playing around with the screwer. “I cannot blame him, he went through a lot. More than anyone should in their entire life. But despite it all there was still so much good in him. I see how he cares for his brothers, for Omega, for…” You bite your lip and sigh. No, not anymore, if you read him correctly. “He’s a good man that deserves to be treasured and loved by people closest to him.”

“And do you love him?” You smiled softly and closed your eyes, to stop them from tearing. The answer was so simple, and yet you were afraid that if you admit to your feelings out loud you would finally break.

“I love all of you. I love Wrecker for being the sweetest and most caring boy. I love Omega for her kind heart, I love Hunter for his protectiveness. I love you for that big brain of yours and willingness to always help.” You looked up and smiled softly. You could see it in his eyes, the gratefulness, the way these words affected him, but you could also see the way he was waiting for you to continue. “But my love for Echo is different. I love him the way I know I shouldn’t because it is not a place nor a time to do so. I love him and yes the last month hurt me in more ways I dare to admit. But if he grows tired of me or whatever the reason he has for his behavior, then I will remove myself from the picture. If it makes him happy.”

“Even if it hurts you?” You nodded and Tech felt nothing but anger now. He didn’t understand why you would do so much for someone who didn’t even want to be a part of your life. He was angry at Echo for his decision to isolate himself from you for no real reason. For no reason at all, actually. He knew that Echo was battling his own War in his head, but that did not excuse him for that behavior. “Then why are you still doing all this?”, he waved around the room. “If you’re so content on doing what he wants and isolating yourself from him and us in that matter”, you flinch hearing anger in his voice. Something so uncharacteristic for him. For someone who always follows logic. “What makes you think that after all that time he would even accept it?” There, your biggest fear was out in the open.

“Because I’m selfish ok?” You finally screamed, jumping from your table. Your eyes shut closed, your head was facing the floor and your hands were pulled into fists. “Because I want him to be happy, and if I can be a reason for this happiness, then I cannot stop myself. If this hand makes his life easier then I will spend all the time that is needed to perfect it, because I love him more than I care about my own happiness!” You didn’t care that you were crying anymore. If Tech wanted to think you were weak and pathetic. Go on, losing yet another person shouldn’t be as painful anymore. “I know he would never accept this from you, not now when all I feel from him is annoyance and ignorance to whatever I do… so I hoped I could make one more wish toward you Tech…” He clenched his fists and did something he normally never does. Even with Omega. He closed the space between the two of you and hugged you, unable to comfort you in any different way. He knew no words would make you feel better.

“Let’s finish that, then.” You nodded and thanked him through your sobs.

***

“So are we going to talk about what’s bothering you?” Echo looked up from his work and raised his brow, pretending to not understand what his brother was about. “I will ignore whatever the hell you have with Tech going on, because I know you don’t always get along. But Echo, what the hell happened between you and Y/N?” Echo flinched a bit with your name and he came back to his work, trying to engage his brain in something more than your image. “You used to be inseparable and then you just stopped talking to her.”

“I don’t know what you mean”, Hunter was the one brother Echo never wanted to get involved in his problems. He was perspective and always cared too much for his own good. “We are all occupied with the missions. It's normal that we don’t have time to play home anymore.” Sergeant raised his brow at a choice of words and sighed, sitting next to his brothers, expecting it to be a longer conversation.

“Tech seems to find enough time in his calendar”, Hunter smirked seeing how anger flushed on Echo’s face, only for just a second. But it was there and he knew that he was right in his presumptions about what was going on.

“Well, because of his little adventures I am left alone to deal with the repairs” he huffed angrily, knowing well that this was complete and utter bullshit, because Tech had never left to your place before ending whatever he had to do here. And Echo knew that Hunter knew that. “Not to mention I’m not Tech’s babysitter to tell him what he can and cannot do”. At this particular moment Hunter was glad Crosshair was not here with them, as he expected to hear a quiet “or who” under his breath. This would definitely escalate to something bigger and well, this was not what any of them needed now. Not to mention that Hunter knew for sure, that whatever Tech was doing at your home was not related to what Echo was probably thinking.

Hunter knew how much you adored Echo. And you had to be a complete idiot, or Echo, to actually not see that. He was never really into cliche relationship stuff, but seeing the two of you interact made Hunter believe that it was actually pretty adorable. He knew that whatever was blooming between the two of you was something special, and Hunter was happy to see his brother opening up to you. He was certain Echo would have finally asked you out that night of the supper you made for them. But something happened between the three of you. Hunter didn’t know what that was, but it must have been huge, if it has affected both Echo and you so much. He understood why you didn’t come here anymore. He was sure you were doing it all for Echo’s sake, not caring of your own broken heart. You were a good person, a kind one, and this has led to you being hurt on more occasions than he wished to see.

“The way you’ve been acting recently tells me that that’s just full of batha shit.” Echo glared at his brother and Hunter couldn’t help but grin, getting a reaction out of him. “What happened that night?” He wanted things to come back the way they were. If he was very selfish, he would admit that he missed you. The way you were always able to lift up their spirits. He missed that sweet smile that would brighten even his worst days. He just missed you and wanted you back.

“I got my hopes up”, Echo finally started. Hunter could see anger on his face, but there was something painful in his tone. “I made myself believe I have a chance with her… A mistake I won’t make again.”

“She rejected you?” Hunter asked, surprise in his voice, his brow tightening at his brother’s words. That didn’t make sense. You were in love with Echo, if he would have ever made the first move you would have probably fainted from happiness. Something was way off and Hunter wasn’t sure if he wanted to hear further, but he knew he needed to know, to be able to help you move forward.

“Didn’t have time… Didn’t have to…” Echo spat at him angrily, throwing away the equipment from his hands. He stood up and leaned on the door to the exit of the ship. “They were hugging. She was so happy, Hunter. So damn happy and I knew… I just knew…”

“Echo…”

“Something shifted in me when I saw them, OK? I was angry, betrayed. I know I have no right to feel that way, but I… I don’t know Hunter, it just hurts.” Hunter didn’t know what to say. He could not believe that Tech would ever go against his brother’s feelings, especially with you, the one that loved Echo for so long now. Not to mention that from Echo mentioned it was just a hug, but maybe there was something more he wasn’t telling him. Hunter didn’t want to anger Echo with speculations, not when he finally opened up to him.

“Ignoring the situation doesn’t do anything to any of the sides. Talk to Tech, I’m sure he didn’t want to hurt you. Talk to her, maybe this is all just a big misunderstanding.” He stood and patted him on his shoulder. “I don’t like to see any of you like that”, and then he left, ignoring Echo’s frustrated sigh.

***

“This has got to be my biggest achievement so far”, Tech mumbled looking at their finished project. It wasn’t easy to make it work without Echo being here, but he was certain everything would be good once he plugged it in. He smiled at you, handing it back to you. “But it’s not my piece of work. I merely helped. You should be proud of yourself.” You blushed at his complement, knowing how rarely Tech gave them out. “This will definitely help him out.” He frowned seeing the way your smile faded a bit and you nodded your head. You both have been working over a month on that one thing and just now did he realize how tired you looked. You have been working your normal job and then spent most of your nights working on Echo’s new hand.

But you never complained. Of course you cursed many times under your nose, when something didn’t work out, but that is a natural thing. Even he had a list of Mando’a curses that he taught you throughout the month. After that last conversation you both had, Tech never asked you about your situation about Echo, nor about your feelings for his brother. He knew, however, that the topic should come out at least just once to discuss what to do with a ‘little’ gift of yours. You did mention once that you wanted Tech to give it to Echo, but he wasn’t comfortable with it. It was your gesture toward his brother. Your hours, days and weeks spent on working on it and he wasn’t able to phantom why you would not give it to Echo.

“Perfect timing. His birthday is in four days”, you smiled softly, starting to clean up all the equipment away. Anything, just not to look at Tech. Not to start that conversation again, not to admit to the pain in your chest whenever you thought of Echo receiving the gift and you never seeing his face. But you couldn’t, not when Echo was so adamant on not seeing you.

“You should give it to him. As a meeting of minds.” You widened your eyes and swallowed harder. “I can talk to him…”

“No!” you turned around and his stare softened, seeing tears in your eyes. “He doesn’t want to see me, Tech. He hates me for whatever reason. How can I give it to him when he’s so determined to forget me? What if he doesn't want to use it, because it’s from me?”

“He knows I was meeting you. He will realize that we worked on it together.” Tech tried. Your logic was valid and he hated it. He was normally the one that followed logic but not this time. Right now he wanted you to be happy. And apparently the only way to make that happen was for you to have Echo in your life again.

“Then you tell him you were just using my office. Tech, please, do this for me!” He closed his eyes and nodded, unable to say no to you.

“That doesn’t change the fact that I don’t like that!” He mumbled, but smiled hearing your quiet chuckle.

***

Echo didn’t expect the party. He thought the moment you were no longer a part of their group, the whole tradition would die out. But apparently his brothers believed it wouldn’t be fair for them to have one and he didn’t, so here they were. On the Marauder with a cake and some gifts and a very happy Omega jumping around him, preparing for him to blow away the candles. It was silly, but seeing her happy, after almost a month of sulking after you, made Echo happy as well.

He couldn’t lie, your presence was missed. It was weird to do it, without you and a part of him was angry at you that you didn’t even try to come. But the rational part knew that he had no right to be angry. He did it by himself. He made you distance yourself from the team and you probably just did what he wanted. After all, you always did.

“Make a wish” Omega giggled and he rolled his eyes blowing the candles. He didn’t know what to wish for. Maybe some piece, maybe Rox to join them, Crosshair to come back, or making the Empire vanish. But he was scared to admit that right at his moment he was happy and he had everything he would wish for. Almost. You weren’t there, but it was something he got used to by now, as hard as it was. “What did you wish for?” He chuckled and ruffled her hair making her laugh even more at that.

“We all got you something. Nothing big as you know the money is tight but…” Hunter extended a bag towards him and Echo sent them all a small smile in thanks. They were new gun holders he once spoke about. His old ones weren’t holding up so well and he mentioned Hunter about new ones a while ago. He couldn’t believe his brother actually believed it. He hugged each one of them separately and then was met with Tech.

Echo tried to work things up with his brother. He apologized for being snappy, but he could still feel that Tech was holding something up against him. They didn’t come back to the way it was before that night and Echo knew that he was to blame for that. So it surprised him to see Tech holding another box in his hands.

“I…” He coughed awkwardly and Echo raised his brow, waiting patiently. “I was already working on it for a while, so I guess I can just give it to you as a birthday gift.” The younger Clone shifted uncomfortably and extended the bag towards, unable to even look Echo in the eyes.

He hated doing it. He hated that he had to lie to Echo, he despised the fact that he had to lie to himself as well, and what was worse he hated the fact that his stupid brother would never know of your contribution to this amazing gift. He looked at Hunter who nodded slightly. Of course he knew. He felt something was off, the same day, Tech was back from your flat with the finished hand in a bag.

“You’re back earlier this time.” Tech turned to meet Hunter, leaning at the entrance to the cockpit, his eyes looking at the bag Tech brought with him. “What did you get there?”

“I promised her no-one would know.” Tech mumbled, sitting in his chair, staring with almost hatred at the bag. He heard Hunter walking closer, and seating next to him, waiting for him to continue. “I mean I promised her he wouldn’t know.”

“Who? And about what?” Sergeant asked, his brow raising, worried to hear the worst. Fearing that what he believed was definitely not happening between you and Tech, was actually happening and poor Echo was right. He was already preparing himself for the talk with his brother about loyalty, when Tech opened the bag (after looking around to make sure no one was there) and Hunter’s eyes widened seeing what was inside. “Is that?”

“A Machno-hand, yes. A very expensive, well-made specially for Echo. A machno-hand made by Y/n for Echo. A machno-hand I helped her program to fit specially for Echo.” Hunter stared at the prosthetic and even he knew it was not something small. He remembered Rex once mentioning Skywalker's hand and how complex that thing was. “It’s one of the most advanced things I ever saw and she built it all by herself. She even added electrostatic fingertips to it. It’s way more advanced than what Skywalker once had.”

“Is that why you went to her all that time?”

“She built the hand all by herself”, he repeated and sighed, closing and hiding the box, so no one would find it. “But she wasn’t able to run through the sensory impulses issues, so she asked me to help her.” Hunter sighed and leaned back finally understanding what was happening, at least starting to.

“So why have you never told any of us? Never told Echo?”

“She wanted it to be a gift. So she asked me to work in secret on it. Especially after Echo started to act like a complete di’kut.” Hunter’s head snapped towards his brother. It wasn’t like Tech never swore, but it wasn’t often he used that language against one of his brothers. “Even after he hurt her, she still wanted him to have it. She won’t give it to him, because she knows he wouldn’t accept it that way. So… So she made me promise I will give it to him as a gift from me… She even prepared all this shit for his party. She wants him to have it. She’ll bake a cake and give it to us, but she won’t come. I don’t understand that, Hunter. How could she do all that and not want any recognition?” Hunter smiled sadly at his brother. Tech was a genius but emotions were something he always took a while longer to progress. Especially something as deep as what you felt towards Echo. Hunter knew Tech loved you the same way he loved his brothers. You two had a special bond that no other would understand and Hunter wasn’t surprised that this shift between you and Echo has affected Tech the most.

“She was never really up for the recognition, not when it comes to making something for us. What Y/N feels for Echo is something much deeper than any of us would be able to understand. She loves him deeply and knowing her, she would do anything to make him happy, even if that made her miserable.”

“She said the same thing.” Hunter nodded and clapped his brother on the shoulder. “Part of me wants to tell Echo the truth, but I promised her and she was already betrayed by enough Clones.” Sergeant sighed and nodded. He wasn’t about to give Tech any answers. It was his decision that he needed to make. But whatever was the outcome he would support him in it.

“Tech…” Echo started, making the younger Clone look at him the first time today. “This is…” He took the prosthetic out of the box and gawked at it.

“It will take a while for you to get used to it, especially with the new touch receptors added to it. Of course it would not feel like a real hand, but if General Skywalker was able to work around it, I’m sure you should be able to as well.” In any other situation, Tech would be thrilled to see his brother in such awe at his piece of work. But not this time. Not when he knew deep down, whatever Echo felt now should not be directed towards him.

“That looks awesome, Tech!” Wrecker shouted, looking at Echo’s new prosthetic. “Is that why you were off the last month all the time?” Echo’s head snapped at him and Tech was very close in actually punching Wrecker in the face. It was going well, really well, until he opened his mouth.

“I thought you were hanging out with Y/N?” Echo asked, putting the gift away for now, frowning at his brother, who looked uncomfortable at the moment, almost as if he was trying to hide something. The one thing that all the Clones shared was how awful they were at lying. He knew Rex sucked at it, so did Fives and seeing Tech now, if he wasn’t as confused now, he would consider it comedic.

“I was”, he started, sharing a look with Hunter, who seemed as awkward as his brother and Echo had a really bad feeling about it. Something in his stomach twisted and he felt momentarily sick. He was afraid to even keep on asking further on. “I… I used her lab to work on it. I wanted it to be a surprise.” He quickly answered, but Echo didn’t buy it. He could see in the corner of his eyes, how Wrecker and Omega were looking almost as lost as he was feeling. “What’s going on Hunter?” The Sergeant sighed and patted Tech on the shoulder, giving him the look.

There was no way of keeping it up. The more it kept on going the more damage it would cause to the group and this Hunter wanted to avoid. The relationship between Tech and Echo was already way worse than he would like to accept and as much as he loved you, he could not let that dictate the dynamic between his brothers.

“Come on Wrecker, Omega, let them talk”, he turned and left the ship, taking the two, still confused, away leaving the two brothers in the room together. It was quiet and awkward and none of them wanted to even start the conversation. Echo was too afraid to hear what he feared from the beginning and Tech didn’t want to break the promise he gave to you. It was all messed up.

“She misses you”, Echo turned towards Tech, his fists clenched in anger. One mention of you and he was already on edge. “She doesn’t sleep much, and even if she does, she cries herself to sleep and even then she keeps on working on that thing.” The ARC Trooper’s eyes widened at the implication. The fist unclenched and the anger that was growing inside of his stomach subsided. “She promised me I wouldn’t tell you.”

“Well, that didn’t work.” Echo murmured, falling on the chair behind him, expecting the conversation to take a while.

“She was afraid that if you found out she made that, you wouldn’t want to take it.” Echo closed his eyes and sighed to himself, the image of you once again in front of his eyes. Something he learned to ignore for the past month. “She’s really talented, you know? I was really impressed when she showed me the prosthetic. I always knew she was quite good with mechanics but this is on a completely different level. So when she asked me to help her with the neuro-lining I was happy to help her.”

“Of course you were!” Both of them froze at Echo’s words. He didn’t mean to say them out loud, especially not with that anger in his voice. He hated that part of him the most. The jealous type that didn’t even have any rights to be one. You weren’t his, and Tech did nothing wrong in being interested in you. But it still hurts that you chose his brother. It hurt more than whatever they did to him in Skako Minor. “I’m sorry Tech, I know I have no right to be angry, but I can’t help what I feel.”

“I don’t understand.” The younger Clone stared at his brother with a true misunderstanding in his eyes. It was the second time he was forced to say it to someone and he truly hated to admit not knowing something. “I don’t know what happened that night. I do not understand why you ignored Y/N and why you are so angry with me. I do know that you have hurt her and seeing it now, you are hurting yourself as well.”

“You think it's easy to look at the two of you?” Echo raised his voice, looking down on the floor, unable to meet his brother's calculating eyes. “Maker’s sake, Tech. I love her OK? What do you think it felt like when I saw you two snuggling in that lab with her!”

“Snuggling?” Tech was so shocked with Echo’s choice of words, that he missed his brother’s declaration of feelings for you. “We never snuggled! She hugged me as a thank you, when I agreed to help her.”

“Bullshit!” Echo stood up and looked at his brother in anger, taking a step closer towards him. “She looked so happy! Her eyes shined so brightly! Do not bullshit me and…”

“You really are a di'kut” Tech sighed, also standing up to be on the eye level with his brother, finally understanding what was happening. “She was happy because she would be able to finish something she was working so hard on and something that would probably make you happy.” He stared right at Echo’s eyes and fought with himself not to roll his eyes and the stupidity of the whole situation. “What you thought you saw that night is just your mind playing tricks on your uncertainties. I am actually surprised you were so blind for all this time we’ve known her!” Echo was fighting with himself not to punch his little brother right now. He knew that it wouldn’t be a good idea. He promised himself that his feelings for you would never come between his brothers and so he listened to his brother, clenching his fist to try and control his anger. “I won’t lie to you, Echo. I do love her, but this feeling doesn’t differ from what I feel towards you all or Omega. I see her as a sister and a dear friend of mine. I can guarantee that she feels the same way towards me.”

“You don’t know that! You…”

“She loves you Echo”, the tenderness of Tech’s voice took Echo off guard. “And not in that Platonic way she feels towards all of us. She loves you so much that she’s ready to suffer only to know that you’re happy. She made me promise to tell you that gift is from me, because she knew you wouldn’t accept it any other way. She made you that cake, knowing that she would not see you taste it. And you know how she loves to see us react to her cooking.” Echo listened, not believing what his brother was saying. This wasn’t true. This could not have been true, because if it was then he was indeed the biggest di’kut in the whole damn Galaxy. And what’s worse he hurt you, he was the reason you cried as Tech said. You cried because of him. “Not to mention that she worked her ass off to even afford all the parts for that prosthetic hand of yours. I watched her work on that thing, knowing she wouldn’t be able to see your reaction, she did all this knowing you would never realize that it was her doing.”

“Stop, please…”

“No, you will listen to me, Echo and listen good!” Tech, pushed his brother back onto the wall and towered over him. His eyes pointed directly at him, anger boiling inside of him. Echo never saw his brother like that, the always stoic Tech, was now fuming, protecting his sister’s fragile heart. “She cried and clenched to me when you ignored her all that time. Her bloodshot eyes are still haunting me, that lack of that smile we all love so much. Her heart ached for you. She cried not understanding what she’s done. There was never a time when she would blame you. All that time, she tried so desperately to find a flow in herself for why you just stopped talking to her. We all tried to understand, we all lost her, because you were jealous!” He shouted angrily, poking his hand at Echo’s chest, fighting with himself not to punch his square in the face.

“I fucked up, I know” he started, not even fighting against Tech, knowing damn well that he deserved everything that Tech was throwing at him. “I wasn’t thinking straight. I saw the two of you and all the insecurities came crashing down. You said it yourself, that I'm barely human!” Tech frowned and took a step back hearing desperation and pain in his brother’s voice. “I never thought I was good enough for her. She deserves so much more, she deserves someone much better than me. I know what I did was unfair, but I was scared. Because the one time I let myself actually feel vulnerable with someone it turned out that she preferred my brother. At least that’s what I thought.” He looked away ashamed at himself. “I hurt her, I hurt all of you. I was a complete dick towards you Tech, for which I apologize. But I was so angry, so damn hurt that I wasn’t thinking straight. Please tell me I didn’t fuck this up.”

Tech felt bad for his brother. He really did. Maybe he was to blame for this whole situation in some way. When he told Echo about him being mostly a machine, he would never have guessed that it would have had such an impact on the man and his self esteem. He watched him now and just couldn’t find words to assure him that there was nothing he would do, that would make you hate him. And he would always have a second chance with you. And he knew that, but he wasn’t going to be the one telling Echo this. He has done enough.

“There’s only one way to see that.”

***

He was scared. He was never scared. He wasn’t afraid at the Citadel, he didn’t feel any fear in the Skako Minor, he didn’t feel lost when he left with the Bad Batch after he was saved by Rex. And yet here he was in front of your doors actually terrified. So anxious about your reaction, about the possible rejection, that he actually expects from you. He would be an idiot if he didn’t prepare himself for that. He hurt you, left you alone because he was scared and jealous.

He looked down at his hand and smiled softly. It took another week after his talk with Tech to come here. He wanted to see you with his new hand, with your beautiful gift being a part of him. And so he took this time with Tech to make it part of him and he woke up everyday more and more amazed at what you did for him. Tech did try to explain the mechanics behind it, but Echo didn’t even pretend that he understood any of it. The solemn thing that you were able to make him feel things again with that hand made him the happiest man alive. And it was time to finally deal with all these things and feelings he was too much of a coward to deal with. And so he knocked, feeling his heart beating alarmingly fast. He smiled when he heard footsteps behind the doors, hoping to greet you how he was supposed to do for the past 50 days when he ignored you.

“Echo?” His heart dropped seeing you. Your voice was so quiet, you looked tired and so sad, almost terrified to see him. “What… What are you doing here? Is everything alright? Is the team OK? Are… are you OK?” Of course, you’d ask. Of course, you’d care for him and the squad. Despite it all you’ve never changed.

He had all this speech ready for when he saw you and now, when you were there in front of him he was feeling dumb. There you were with your messy hair in a long ponytail, with no makeup and nothing fancy to wear. He liked you like that the most. You looked so relaxed and beautiful to him, that if he would ever have to choose how he would like to remember you, it was like that. Of course without the tiredness on your face, or sadness in your eyes.

“Everything is fine, Y/N”, he nervously looked away, scratching at the back of his neck, unable to remember anything he prepared to tell you. “I… Would you give me 10 minutes of your time?” You frowned and looked at him, freezing when you noticed the hand. Your eyes widened and couldn’t help the sad smile that decorated your lips. You stood there for a while, and he was getting nervous that you would not let him step in. But you opened your door more and welcomed him in, walking back into your living room, silently inviting him in.

He looked around and smiled to himself. Nothing has changed. It was more messy than he expected but well… you didn’t expect any guests so who was he to judge. He also missed the smell of something baking or cooking that was always present in your flat. But seeing how tired you were, he was sure you didn’t feel like doing anything.

“I had a whole speech prepared, believe it or not”, he chuckled nervously, shifting from one leg to another. “But seeing you now I just…” He looked at you and his smile widened, fully seeing what you were wearing. “Is that my shirt?” He cursed himself when your eyes widened in horror, looking down, realization striking you. You were indeed wearing his shirt. Something you did when the days were a bit too much or when you just missed him. To your luck, of course, today had to be the day when you wore it and Echo decided to show up, for whatever reason.

“I will wash it and I’ll give it back”, your voice sounded so small, steering something unpleasant inside of him.

“No, please… It’s fine. It suits you, you look cute.” You blushed and looked away and it gave Echo some kind of hope that maybe you didn’t hate him fully yet. “Listen, I don’t really know where to start. I’m not sure if a thank you or I’m sorry should be the first ones.” You frowned and tilted your head, looking at him. He was looking at you with so much hope, with something you haven’t seen in him since that dinner at your place. The last time you were able to have him, see him, talk to him. Just be with him.

“I don’t understand…”

“The cake was delicious”, he interrupted you, smiling faintly trying to organize his thoughts. “Wrecker got sick of eating too much and I really loved how you added lemon cream in there.” You smiled gently and he noticed how you started to nervously play with your fingers. You were never this nervous in front of him before and he hated himself for that. “And I don’t think I would ever be able to show you my gratitude for this.” he wiggled fingers of his right hand at you and you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing coherent seemed to come out. “This is the best thing I have ever gotten from anyone and I can’t even comprehend how much it cost you. The money, the time, the nerves. Mesh’la this was such a lovely gift.” He didn’t miss the way your eyes landed on him again, hearing the endorsement that you loved to hear from him.

“I asked Tech not to tell you.” You finally mumbled and looked down at your hands.

“He didn’t at first. Don’t be mad at him, he… he cares about you deeply. All of us do, you know?”

“All of you?” He cursed under his breath hearing your question. That was a low blow, but he did deserve it, he knew. Of course you’d doubt his words. After all he has hurt you, he gave up on the two of you, before there was even a chance for something more. He deserved all the hatred and angry words, but none came. But the one thing he hated the most did come. Your soft sobs had cut through the silence and he heard his heart breaking into pieces. You were crying, because of him. Again.

“Mesh’la.”

“Please don’t call me that… Not when…” You finally looked up and he took a step back seeing the pain in your teary eyes. Pain directed at him, directed at his past actions and into the uncertainty of the future that he brought with him, coming to see you. “What are you doing here, Echo? You haven’t talked to me for over a month. You ignored me, made me feel like I was no one to you. You just decided to cut me off from your life in one night. What have I ever done for you to do something so cruel?” Your voice raised and he realized it was just a build up frustration that finally had an opportunity to free itself. Did you come here to see me broken? Then you have brilliant timing. You’re surprised why I have your shirt on? Because it is the last reminder of you. The last thing that reminds me that you were a part of my life. Before… Before you just left with no explanation whatsoever. Do you have any idea what that did to me, Echo? Do you know how hard it is to live with yourself knowing that a man you once loved hates you?” He gasped hearing you say it out loud and despised himself for the fact that the first time you said it was because you were in pain and angry and oh, so broken. It wasn’t supposed to be like that. “So if you’re here only to thank me for that gift then you are welcome, Echo. I hope it works well for you, then you can leave. Because it isn’t easy for me to get you out of my mind and heart.

“I did want to apologize, and I think I should have started with that.” He took a step forward and froze when you took a step back, shaking your head, not having enough in you to let him get close. “I’m so sorry, Mes…Y/N!” he screwed his eyes closed and took a deep breath. “That night was supposed to be so special, you know? I had so many plans for it. I wanted to finally ask you out, show my appreciation of you. I wanted to show you how important you were to me, how you changed me and I wished to have you see how much I care for you, How much I…” He smiled sadly and met your eyes. “How much I love you”, your eyes widened at his words and even more tears started to flow from your reddened eyes. “I can’t even describe how important you are to me and how I wished for whatever we had, had moved up the notch. I wanted to be able to call you mine, to sit here with you without trying to find a reason to. I wanted to hold you in my arms and never let you go, but I fucked up.”

“What did I do, Echo?”

“Nothing, cyare!” This time you didn’t move back when he took a step closer. “You did nothing! It was all me. Me and my insecurities. I…FUCK!” He hissed and started to nervously walk around. He wasn’t good with words. He was a soldier, talking about his feelings was never easy. No one ever taught him how to do it. And he never hated Kamino more than he did now, for not having any simple lessons for the Clones, about the importance of feelings. “Even before the Citadel, I never thought I would ever find anyone who would like to spend their time with me, romantically. I believed we Clones didn't have the luxury of having loved ones. I never felt worthy of someone’s love. I am a clone, a lab rat, a tool used to..”

“Echo, please don’t say that.” He turned to you and chuckled softly in disbelief. Here you were, despite the fact that he hurt you so much, you were still protecting him. He shook his head and sighed deeply.

“Look at you! Can you be even more perfect? Maker, I broke your heart and you still find it in you to protect me from myself. Do you know, do you have any idea how hard it was for me not to fall for you? In my eyes you are so perfect, so lovely, so charming, so damn beautiful and I’m… I’m not even human anymore. Not fully at least.” He walked towards you and took your face between hands, making you gasp feeling his touch on you. “I would have never believed that someone like you would ever be able to love me back. So when I finally felt courageous enough to ask you out… I… I saw you hugging Tech and something in me snapped. Any resemblance of wanting to feel normal, collapsed. I closed myself off and just gave up. I…”

“There has never been and never will be anything between me and Tech.” You whispered, your hand cupping his left hand and he exhaled happily, to feel that little touch from you.

“ I know now. I talked to Tech. I… Please…” You gasped when he kneeled down and pulled you towards him, his head laying on your stomach. “Please tell me that my insecurities didn’t fuck this up. Tell me that you have it in you to forgive me. I beg you, tell me I still have a chance of having you to myself. Please, Mesh’la, please forgive me and let me show you how much I truly love and care for you.”

You stood there, unable to comprehend what just happened. For over a month you’ve been hoping and dreaming about this moment. Hoping for even a minute to see Echo and be able to talk to him, to know what has happened. You cried for him and wanted him so badly. But most importantly you wanted to know that he was OK, and he was happy, even if it made you miserable. You longed for him and now here he was. On his knees, begging you to forgive him and how wouldn’t you. You knew of his insecurities, he told you about how he wasn’t feeling 100% men and you were so mad when he told you what Tech told him about his machinery. But this never bothered you. He was still Echo, your Echo. Your precious, kind hearted ARC Trooper who loved to spend his evening on your couch, talking about whatever the future would bring or telling you of all these places he saw when he was in the 501st.

“Echo, get up, please.” He shook his head, and pulled you even closer, afraid to let you go. As if he would never be able to hold you again. “Come on, I can’t kiss you when you're down there.” His head shot up and you couldn’t help but giggle at how fast he was back on his feet.

“You… You don’t hate me?”

“Hate you? Echo, my love, I love you so deeply. All of you, even your silly insecurities. Do you know why?” He shook his head, looking at you like you were some kind of magical creature. “Because all of this makes you, the Echo I fell for and the man I love. So of course I forgive you, but in one condition.” He connected his forehead with yours and nodded, closing his eyes in delight.

“Anything, cyare, anything you want, it's yours.” You chuckled and looked him in the eyes.

“If you ever feel jealous again, how about you talk to me, before going MIA, OK?” He laughed at that and before you were able to do anything more, he crashed his lips with yours in a desperate, beautiful and so longed for kiss. First of many to come between the two of you.

#tbb echo #the bad batch echo #the bad batch #ct 1409 #The Clone Wars #star wars #echo x reader #tech bad batch x reader #angst #fluff #idiots in love #idiots in denial

37 notes · View notes