It Was Way Funnier Before I Draw It.

It was way funnier before i draw it.

@kaydear what have you done to me??? their always in my head, I aint free no more.

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latinachiquita

2 years ago

Forgiveness

Notes: I reused the same gif as last time, so sue me. I'm kind of vaguely basing his appearance off of Tem's character in Aquaman, kind of not. @moodymisty I have an update for you!

Pairing: Clone Trooper Veteran Tai (from Kenobi) x f!Reader

Warnings: making out, talk of drunken flirting/innuendo

Everything hurts the moment you open your eyes. The light pouring in from between the blinds is too, too bright, your body is insufferably warm under the covers, and your mouth feels sticky and dry. You can still taste remnants of alcohol on your teeth.

Stars above, the hell did I do last night?

A guttural moan rumbles out of you as you roll onto your side and squint in the general direction of your window. It takes a moment, a long, long moment, but flickers of last night start coming back to you. The bar, your minimum 3 and horrifyingly, very possibly more than 3 shots, the music that screamed so loudly you could feel it inside your skull. Tai.

Electricity screams through every vein and up your spine into your brain where it jolts you upright.

Oh Maker, Tai.

You were so wasted last night that you weren't your usual self. You were unfiltered, raw and wanting. You dragged him out onto that dance floor and-. Your face goes scalding hot with shame. The way you'd danced with him was the exact opposite of everything you'd been trying to be with him; instead of being patient and restrained, you were clingy and flirty. And he'd danced with you.

Suddenly the room is spinning and it's not because of your hangover. He'd danced with you. Sure, he'd been hesitant at first and you certainly couldn't blame him for that, but something had changed when you cupped his face in your hand. He'd moved differently with you, held you closer, tighter. If you weren't still pushing through the mental fog of your final shots, you might have even said it was intimate.

But that dry, sticky feeling in your mouth draws you out of it. Arguably, it draws you into a deeper, darker spiral. Because you can't remember coming home. Or getting into bed. And you're terrified you might have done something that you'll regret.

You're stumbling out of your bed, covers flying through the air and heart in your mouth. You have to be sure. Tai wasn't in bed with you when you woke up, so that's a good start, but you have to be certain. You don't want to ruin whatever it is you've forged with him, you can't ruin it. Or him. You can't lose him and the thought that you might have fucked it all up because you were too intoxicated to hold yourself back is making you feel sick.

No. No, it's not dread that's making you feel sick.

You barely make it to the bathroom before bile hits the back of your throat. Everything that was in your stomach unloads into the bathroom sink, mostly tinted blue from all the spotchka, and fuck, it burns. You turn on the faucet and blink down at the mess you've made.

What the hell are you doing? Going out drinking with a homeless guy? Letting him live in your home? He's a former soldier. He's half a stranger and you're the idiot letting him co-habitate with you. You're the idiot falling in love with him. Why are you falling in love with him?

The person looking back at you in the mirror looks just as perplexed and frustrated as you feel. How long as it been love and you didn't realize it? How long have you been coming home late to see him passed out on your couch and smiled at him with so much fondness that it made your chest ache? How long have you been stealing glances when he isn't looking, watching the way he moves about your space like he belongs in it, watching the muscles in his shoulders grow stronger every day from all the hard labor he's putting himself through? How many nights have you spent lying in bed, tired but unable to sleep, something hungry thrumming beneath your skin while you were too shy to try and soothe that ache with him in the apartment? How many clever smiles of his have you etched into your memory? How many blaster shots to the chest before you admit you're in over your head?

"You alright?"

Tai's voice startles you and you very nearly choke on your own esophagus. You quickly scoop a handful of water into your mouth and gurgle out the remnants of bile before answering.

"Yeah." It comes out as a croak. "Just hungover."

Your chest hurts from the strength of your heart pounding into your ribcage. You swear it's beating out the shape of him into your bones. Best not to dwell on it, on him. You need to clean up. You have a housemate and you need to be presentable. A shower would feel good. And you ought to brush your teeth. You should probably try the toilet while you're in here, too. So you let yourself fall into the mindless routine of it, stripping down and standing under the water, scrubbing yourself until it hurts to wash the embarrassment out of your skin, toweling yourself off, brushing your teeth, rubbing yourself down with lotion. It's better than stopping to think about what you've done, easier.

Until you realize you have no change of clothes. And for all you know, Tai's still standing outside your door. It's unlikely, but it's not impossible. Like him. The impossible man you've fallen impossibly far for. Dank farrik.

It takes all your bravery to press your temple to the door and whisper a hesitant, "Tai?" through the crack. "You there?"

Silence. Your heartbeat is going wild still. But there's no answer. Which means he's probably in by the sofa. If he's turned toward the hallway even slightly, he'll catch a glimpse of you as you leave. It's not an appealing thought coming on the tail end of last night's fiasco, but it's not the end of the galaxy either. You just need to dart into your room for some fresh clothes. It'll be fine.

He's not visible when you crack the door open, so you open it a little further and poke your head out. You catch the back of his head just above the sofa where you guessed he'd be. He's not looking. Run for it!

It's all a rush. You can feel water trickling down your legs, slowly dripping down the nape of your neck and over your temples. You're paranoid the towel's going to slip at exactly the wrong moment, that he'll turn and see you just as it falls and he'll get a full view of your rear, and you know that if that happens, you'd honestly rather just be eaten alive by a rancor. It would be more merciful that way.

None of that happens, though.

You stumble into your bedroom door and stub your toe, which kicks the door open. You know even before you turn to look that he's seen you. Damp. Mostly naked. Running face first into your own door like some idiot who's never walked before. And your fears are confirmed when you spin around to slam the door shut and catch his wide-eyed gaze. His skin is dark enough that you can't tell if he's blushing or not, but something tells you he probably is.

You're no better than an injured wild animal at this point. Someone should just put you out of your misery. You already accosted him in the bar last night, you wouldn't be surprised in the least if you were told you'd tried to kiss him, and now you're running around in the nude with nothing but a towel for privacy? What in the entire fuck is wrong with you? You'll be lucky if he stays another day, let alone another night.

Get dressed, you tell yourself. Pull yourself together. You need to apologize.

That becomes your mantra for the next few minutes. You pull on some undergarments, a roomy sleep shirt, some comfortable bottoms, and then you stop and look at yourself in the mirror on the back of your door. You take in your panic-stricken expression, your wide eyes and the pulse jumping out of your throat, and you sigh. This is as good as it's going to get. And you can't reasonably hide yourself away in here any longer. Sooner or later, you'll have to face him and you'll have to scoop up what remains of your companionship as best you can.

He's there when you swing your door open. He's a singular stride away, one arm already raised as if to knock.

"Tai." His name stumbles out of you in a shocked sort of whisper.

His Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows. You look up at him for a moment and he looks down at you, your mouth goes dry and your chest starts to tighten, and even though you're entirely sober, some stupid, feral, idiotic corner of your brain is dying to pull him down to you and kiss him. You think you want to throw up again.

"I'm sorry." He says it almost exactly the same time that you do.

"Why are you sorry?" you ask. "I should be the one apologizing to you."

He frowns. "You have nothing to apologize for. I-..." His head ducks and turns away from you as his frown starts to spread to the rest of his face. "I encouraged you last night. I shouldn't have."

Encouraged you? Does he mean the drinking? Something in your heart hurts. Or does he mean the flirting?

"No, Tai, you're fine. You didn't do anything wrong. I'm the one who got wasted and-." Maker, you don't want to say it but you know you have to. "I know I flirted with you. A lot." You wish a black hole would open under your feet and swallow you. "I'm so sorry. I know we're just friends and I'm so glad we're friends, really. You're amazing. I love having you here."

Shut up. For the sake of your own sanity, shut up! But you can't stop talking. It's like the first night you spoke to him all over again. You're telling him he needs soap all over again. You're trying your best to do a good thing and all you're doing is making it worse. As usual.

"And I-I know that you don't have to stay here and after last night, I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to leave. I can't imagine how uncomfortable you have to be right now, especially after you saw me leaving the shower, and fuck, I'm sorry, Tai. I didn't mean to do that. I just, I wanted to let loose and have fun and then I got drunk and I couldn't control myself properly with all that spotchka in me. Not that that makes what I did okay because it's not, but-."

"I don't want to leave," he rumbles and suddenly the world snaps back into focus. He's shuffled closer to you, not as close as you were at the bar when you danced, when he had his palms in the curve of your waist and you had your hand at the back of his neck, but it's still. Close. "Thought I was the one overstaying my welcome."

You're breathless when you shake your head. "No."

Relentless heat flushes from your face all the way down your body as more memories of your dancing flood your senses. You can still remember his scent, you can almost smell it now with how close he is. You chance a glance up at his eyes and it almost sends a shudder down your spine when you realize it's just like how he looked at you last night. Like he'll die if he's not touching you.

You swallow. "Tai-."

"Felt like a dirty old man dancing with you." His voice is wrecked.

You shake your head. "You're not. You're not, I wanted you to."

"Why?"

You want to grab him by the shoulders and scream it at him. You want to turn and run. You want to ball your hands into fists and cry and rage and pout because after the way you touched him last night, after you traced the shape of his face, after you looked up at him with your drunken 'fuck me' eyes, how could he not know?

Don't make me say it. Don't make me say it just to turn me down, please.

"How did I get home?"

That impossible expression of his shifts into something more down to earth. "I called us a taxi when you couldn't walk on your own. Tried to get you to eat something, but you were... more stubborn than I'd anticipated."

Yeah, that sounded about right. But the question you've been steadily crumbling under the weight of since you woke up still worms its way out of you. Finally.

"Did anything happen?"

Something flickers deep in Tai's eyes and he quickly looks away again. "No," he says with all the authority of the soldier you know he once was. "I would never-."

"I know you wouldn't. I wasn't worried about you."

Your name is pleasant on his tongue, warm and right, and you like how he makes it sound. You like the look he's giving you right now even more. You wonder if that's how you've been looking at him.

He hesitates for a moment and you can see him carefully mulling over his next words. You almost want to hope he's going to ask you, tell you what he wants, how it's exactly what you've been wanting. You almost want him to just take you in his arms and kiss you. His hand is shaking when he moves it, light as a feather, to the curve of your jawbone.

"I don't deserve you."

And everything inside you melts. Because doesn't he see? "I'm not that special," you say.

His eyes drop down below your nose. His thumb shifts ever so slightly to rub into your skin. "You are to me."

You stretch up on your toes and press your mouth into his with all the urgency and gentle longing you've been fighting for Maker knows how long. He starts at first, frozen against you and you worry that maybe you made a mistake, maybe this was one step further than he was willing to go and dammit, why the kriffing fuck did you think this was okay-? And then his mouth opens to yours. The warmth of his breath falls onto your tongue for the briefest of seconds before he's suddenly all you can feel. His tongue on yours, his nose pressing into your cheek, the scratch of his scruff on your chin, his hand cupping the back of your neck so gently, so firmly that you couldn't move even if you wanted to.

Something akin to a whimper slips out of you when his other hand grips at the meat of your waist to pull you into him and it seems to spur him on. He tilts your head back a bit and surges into you, tongue seeking out the roof of your mouth, guiding you into his mouth so he can suck at you, and it only makes you more vocal. Your hands are at his chest, gripping, shaking, pulling, begging for more.

And then, suddenly, you're stumbling backwards. You pull away to try and catch your balance as the world starts to spin, only to realize that it's Tai. Your shoulders hit the wall and arousal drops heavy in the pit of your stomach. Oh.

You don't realize at first that the breathy little sighs and mewls are coming from you. Not until they cut off when he kisses you again. And all that raw, frantic want from last night is bubbling up inside you all over again. You reach for his neck and stretch up into him again. And while you love the look he's gone for with his buzzed hair, you can't help wishing it was just a little longer so you could get a grip on it. You're sure he would make the prettiest sounds if you tugged hard enough.

He pulls away an eternity later and while you lament his absence, you're grateful for the opportunity to properly breathe again. His face hovers over yours, eyes hooded, while his breath warms your chin. And then he smiles.

"What?" you huff, although you're smiling now too.

He ghosts a hand over your hair, down your neck to your shoulder. "I never thought..."

"You're handsome, Tai. Like, really handsome. And you smell good. Not sure why you're surprised."

His laugh warms you down to your toes. "Is that all?"

You tilt your chin up to better see him and you can feel something swelling in your chest. "No," you answer with a shake of your head. "I like you." But that's not what you mean.

He rumbles low in his chest like a purring lothcat and leans down to press his forehead against yours. His gentle exhalation stirs in your lungs. It feels like a kiss. "I like you." You don't think that's what he means either.

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latinachiquita

2 years ago

@kaminocasey you never fail! This was so well written <3 Thank You for all your hard work and taking time to write for us outside of work , family, and more

Hello Casey,

I hope I make it in time 🥹 Can I request TBB ECHO with 13?

I think it would be cute if reader is jealous of Trace Martez (what if Rafa is trying to help her sister out with asking Echo out on a date but they don’t know he is in a relationship).

Reader knows them due to their connection with Rex and overheard Rafa hyping up Trace. Reader is slightly frustrated/jealous but doesn’t confront them because Trace is truly nervous.

I don’t know much beyond that 😭 sorry I’m specific - I just don’t think I’m a writer so I would prefer seeing your written work 🙂

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CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR FOLLOWERS! I remember when you were at 300 🥲 Times are changing and people are recognizing your beautiful work.

I wish you success into the New Year!

Happy New Year! And Thank you so much, my friend!!! Thank you for staying with me this long! It means the world!! I hope you have a beautiful 2023! <3

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Jealousy WC: 500

You really didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but Rafa Martez isn’t exactly the quietest person you’ve met. In fact, she’s probably the loudest person you’ve ever met. And you share a space with Wrecker.

You liked her sister, Trace, though. Trace was funny, smart, kind… Which is why it sucks that you’re so frustrated with her right now.

“He likes you, Trace. I’m sure of it.” You hear Rafa hype Trace up about someone as you pass by her room. “You should go for it.”

Who is she talking about? Maybe Tech? Tech was sort of friendlier than usual with Trace. He could like her. She should go for him.

You shouldn’t be listening though, this isn’t your business, you think to yourself as you start to walk away.

“Echo doesn’t like me like that.” Trace chuckles.

Echo? You stop again and your heart lurches into your stomach. Then, your face goes hot with… embarrassment? Frustration?

Jealousy… Echo is yours. Like you’re his.

You can’t be mad at Trace, though. She doesn’t know.

“I saw him checking you out.” Rafa tells Trace.

“You did not.” Trace replies.

She better have not seen Echo checking Trace out. He was probably being nice. Or maybe she said something strange and Echo made a face? Echo is probably the most facially expressive person you know.

“I’m telling you, you should go for it. He’ll say yes. How could he not?” Rafa encourages her sister, kindly.

It’s not fair that she feels this way about your riduur. But, you can’t be mad because you and Echo don’t openly express a public display of affection toward each other.

Should you say something? You don’t really want to embarrass Trace. In fact, if you think about it, you know Echo will let her down gently and then you can move past it. You’re just glad you can work past the jealous feeling.

Later that evening, after everyone resides in their rooms, you and Echo stay up in the cockpit.

“I need to tell you something.” Echo tells you, almost cautiously.

“What?” You ask, even though you already know.

“Trace asked me to get food after the mission… When we land planetside again.” He tells you, honestly.

You turn to face him. “And?”

“I told her no, that you and I were together.” He squeezes your hand, leaning toward you.

You can’t help but smile at him, cupping his face. “I love you.”

He tilts his head in confusion. “I love you too?”

“What, did you think I’d be jealous or something?” You ask him, quirking an eyebrow.

He shrugs. “I’m not sure… I’ve never seen you jealous.”

“Well, I’m not jealous… You’re just… mine. And I know it.” You grin. “That’s right. I am yours. And you’re mine.” He pulls you to him so that he can kiss you, gently, a reminder that you belong to each other and always will.

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latinachiquita

2 years ago

Bad Batch S2 watch party?

To whoever is reading this :) , I am thinking of hosting a watch party on January 4th (12am PST) .

There are ways we can do it

Disney+ watch party

Zoom

Would anyone be interested ?

Echo x Mid/Plus Size Latina Reader - Friends To Lovers

Fluff / Romance / Soft Body Contact

Sugar

"What's that supposed to mean now?"

Echo looked at Wrecker annoyed, he didn't like it when others interfered in his personal affairs.

Wrecker sighed and said, "Well, listen, it's obvious that you two like each other."

Echo waved it off and said, "It doesn't matter, she deserves better than me."

Hunter spoke up from the background, "Stop it Echo, that's nonsense."

Hunter came walking into the main room of the Marauder and looked at his brother reprovingly.

"Stop making yourself so small all the time, you're a great guy, a damn good soldier and an even better person. She likes you, you like her, that's actually pretty simple."

Echo sighed and straightened up.

"I don't know" he said uncertainly "I really do like her immensely and we are good friends, but if I take one more step now I could ruin it all"

The ramp opened, preventing Hunter from giving Echo an answer. Echo's heart almost stopped when he saw you come into the Marauder. You were wearing civi clothes, a breezy summer dress that gently hugged your wonderful curves, not too raunchy, but not entirely innocent either. Your tanned skin glistened a little from the lotion you always used and that he loved to smell.

His gaze wandered along your body for a moment, he loved your curves so much. But he hurriedly broke away, threw you a soft smile and walked past you to the outside. Crosshair was standing outside, he had accompanied you to get a few things. When he saw Echo come out he nodded silently at him.

"Did you get everything?" asked Echo.

"Most of it," Crosshair grumbled.

"Echo."

Your voice tingled under his skin. He turned to you and saw you coming down the ramp to the outside.

"Yes?" he said almost tentatively.

"Can I talk to you in private for a moment?"

He swallowed, his heart pounding in his throat, but he nodded and said, "Of course."

You were nervous, Echo was so incredibly cute and you liked him way too much not to be nervous.

"I've been thinking," you began and your heart wanted to run away from you, it was beating so fast in your chest.

He looked at you intently and his gaze felt like he was crawling into your soul to cuddle with it, Echo always seemed to you like he could just slip inside you and heal all the wounds that had ever existed inside you.

"About what, Mesh'la?" he asked softly.

You felt heat rise in your cheeks, Mesh'la, whenever he called you that you got all warm, you knew what it meant and it was so incredibly flattering and sweet.

"About you and me," you finally said, bolder than you actually felt.

His eyes grew wide.

"Oh... I, did I do something wrong?"

You frowned, wondering why that was the first thing he thought.

"No. I don't know why you think that but-"

"I know I stare at you a lot but I would never presume to approach you inappropriately or-"

You laughed softly and interrupted him, "No, no, no. Echo, what I wanted to say is.... I'm incredibly fond of you, maybe a lot more than I should be.... I don't know... I just wanted to get that off my chest and," you interrupted yourself, shrugging your shoulders helplessly.

"Please say something," you finally said softly.

Echo took a step toward you, his hand wandering to your cheek and gently nuzzling it.

His head came closer and with a soft sigh, leaned his forehead against yours.

Softly, gently, almost whispering he said," I'm crazy about you Sugar, so blown away. For a very long time I've had a crush on you, but we both know I'm different and I always thought.... I always thought you could never love someone like me."

You let out a stuttering breath. You'd always known he liked you, but you hadn't known how much. His confession seemed to take the air out of your lungs and at the same time give your heart wings.

"Echo," you spoke softly, "I want to be more than friends."

His lips came closer, but before they touched yours he asked, "Are you sure about that?"

"Perfectly"

His lips touched yours, warmer and softer than expected, tentative, gently testing, then more intimate, confident and finally demanding.

His tongue opened your lips and began to hunt yours, each velvety collision a firebrand in your neural pathways, a tingling in your belly that spread in warm waves.

As you both broke breathlessly from the kiss, his arm moved around your waist, pulling you even closer to him. His forehead leaned against yours again and he smiled with his eyes closed.

Behind you a clapping sounded and an exclamation that could only be from Wrecker. You obviously had an audience, but for the moment you didn't care, even though you felt heat rising in your cheeks again.

Feeling his arm around your curvy body was a bit of a shock at first, you were never sure if he could desire you, you weren't one of those girls the guys hung up as posters in their bunks, you were a bit roundish. But Echo pressed you so tenderly and lovingly against him that you forgot any self-doubt and could just enjoy the moment.

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latinachiquita

2 years ago

Perfect

Echo x Fem!Reader

Summary: During your shift at the bar, an angry customer yells something hurtful at you, and Echo checks to make sure you're okay.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI! smut, oral f receiving, TW: body insecurities, self conscious reader

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: As someone on the curvier side who’s dealt with body insecurities basically my entire life, I was happy to write this with experience on how it feels. This is my first (of probably many) Echo one-shots. Thank you @sageislostinspring for requesting <3

The weekend's familiar patrons crowded the bar, ordering their endless rounds of drinks for hours on end until they couldn't even walk straight. Cid wasn't a responsible bar owner, so she never let you cut anyone off when they were too drunk.

"Drunk customers are paying customers" She'd always say. You roll your eyes every time her voice plays in the back of your mind. She took you in when you were a child, and you always saw her as an aunt, but she wasn't protective of your safety like an aunt should be. Regardless, you loved her anyways.

Luckily, your favorite guys were across the bar tonight, crowded into a corner booth, taking it easy and enjoying their time together. Omega was kicking some ass at Dejarik. No matter how busy the place could get, and even with Hunter watching her like a hawk, you were adamant about making sure she was safe when there were this many people around. This was no place for a child, but somehow she was right where she belonged.

Glancing across the room back to the rest of the guys, you briefly caught Echo's eye and flashed him a smile. He smiled back before you returned to pouring and mixing drinks on autopilot. There was something about him - Echo, that you were so attracted to. The brothers were similar in appearance, but none of them were as kind as Echo.

Wrecker, Tech and Hunter were playing a drinking game, completely oblivious to the fact that they lost Echo's attention a while ago, but he couldn’t help staring at you.

"Can I get another drink?!" A loud, distracting man yelled from the other end of the bar.

"Yep, I'll be right there" You shot him a quick assuring smile.

"Now!” He impatiently demanded, his voice now louder than before, startling you.

“Please be patient, sir, I am working as fast as I can” You told him firmly.

“Maybe if you lost a few pounds you could work faster”

Right then and there your heart sunk into the pit of your stomach. Suddenly every hateful comment you'd ever received came rushing to your mind, clouding your ability to even defend yourself. You stood there, motionless. This man had found your biggest insecurity and attacked it with anger.

You caught sight of Echo again, who was already watching the look on your face turn to sorrow. It was too loud for him to hear what had been said, but he knew something was wrong immediately.

The beat of your heart thumped viciously inside your chest, pressing hard at the lump stuck in your throat. Rushing out from behind the bar, trying to turn the corner before a stream of tears stained your face in front of such a large crowd, you heard a slew of choice words exchanged loudly. One of the voices you recognized…Echo. You took a few deep breaths and poked your head around the corner.

Echo and the guys had cornered the insulting patron. Wrecker had him by the back of the neck, ready to throw him to the streets at any second. Echo and Hunter were in his face, undoubtedly threatening him.

It was all too much for you to handle and you needed some space.

The closing door of Aunt Cid’s office offered the solace you needed to calm down. There was a stinging sensation in your eyes as you shut them tight, trying your damnedest to get it together. No matter how many times in your life you tried to move past your insecurities about your body, someone like that guy will always be around to remind you of it.

Just then, a faint knock came from the other side of the door.

“Y/N?” The gentle voice called

Echo.

“I’m fine” You called to him, but the strangling effort in your voice to sound like you weren’t crying only made it all the more obvious.

“Can I come in?” He asked politely.

Instead of responding, you walked over to the door and pulled it open only slightly. You hesitantly looked up at him, and found the most concerned man in the galaxy. The wetness upon your cheeks instantly grabbed his attention.

“Oh, Y/N” Echo’s brows pressed together, his voice like silk. It took everything in you not to burst into tears just from the tone of his words.

You allowed him to enter, and walked over to sit yourself on Cid’s desk.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to see me like this” You sniffled.

“I’m your friend, Y/N, I’m here for you” He consoled.

“Thank you” You half smiled, thankful for his company.

“What did that guy say to you?” He asked. Something in his tone hinted that he was ready to kill him for hurting you.

“You didn’t hear?” You asked, confirming that he was too far away to know what the guy said, and came looking for you just based on how shattered you looked as you left the bar.

“No. Well, Hunter may have. We all saw your reaction to someone yelling and didn’t ask any questions, the guys took care of it” He explained, and moved to stand in front of you, taking your hand into his own, “I wanted to come check on you, though”

“He made a comment about my weight” You said quietly, somehow ashamed of admitting something that wasn't your fault.

“What?” Echo was appalled to hear this.

Your insecurity and self consciousness overcame you again, and you hung your head, “Yeah”

Echo's rage became obvious despite his attempt to suppress it.

“Listen to me, Y/N..." Echo started, bringing his head down to grab hold of your lowered gaze, but seemed to almost swallow his words before he could make them come out. He shut his eyes tight, realizing he might regret what he says next, "You are the most breathtaking woman I have ever laid eyes on"

The beating of your heart almost strangled you in that moment. Your hands trembled together in your embrace.

"I've never had the nerve to confess that to you before, but you needed to hear it now" He assured you, "I have been all over this galaxy. I've seen women of all shapes and sizes…but you? You are everything"

Your broken heart began mending itself with every word he spoke to you, "Echo" You whispered admirably.

"I mean it. Don't even think about listening to someone like that guy out there"

You were speechless.

"And this?" He began, his hand gesturing to the curves along your body, "is perfect"

"Will you kiss me?" You asked suddenly, knowing you wanted nothing more in that moment than to show him you wanted him.

His eagerness was no match for his nerves. Echo wanted to attack your supple lips, not holding back at all, but he couldn't, not yet. He inched forward slowly, afraid of messing this up, and planted his lips upon yours and delicately entwined the two of you.

Sparks ignited between the warmth of your kiss. A light whimper fell from your mouth onto his, telling him you wanted more. His hand wrapped around the back of your head and pressed you harder into him. Your tongue slipped over his lips and pulled a moan from him, piquing your arousals even further.

Heat began forming in your belly, migrating quickly to the pulsing between your legs. You squirmed slightly, your body craving friction against your sensitive, aching clit. Echo made note of your restlessness, and pulled away slightly.

"I want to taste you" He whispered against your lips. You took that as an invitation to kiss him harder, but you were stopped suddenly when he broke away from the kiss, "All of you".

Just then, a fire rushed through your body with the realization of what he meant. Without even hesitating, you parted your legs wider in your seated position on the desk. Echo placed his kiss on your neck before trailing his pecks further down your chest. His hand worked to inch the fabric of your dress up the length of your thighs, shooting chills down the length of your legs.

"Let me show you how beautiful you are to me" Echo insisted, a hint of hunger settled into his tone

"Please" You breathed.

You watched as he lowered himself in between your legs, putting his face level with where you ached for his touch. Cool air grazed the wetness slicked on your folds as he pulled your panties down your legs.

Gentle kisses peppered the inside of your thighs, inching closer and closer to your pussy. Soft whimpers had already begun falling off your lips before his tongue ever pressed against you.

The moment that you felt the intoxicating sensation of his tongue circling your clit, you were in heaven. It started slow, with soft rotations getting a gradual start on your pleasure. Maker, he was good at this.

"Oh, Echo. Yes" You moaned deep, but gently.

His eyes rarely left yours while he devoured you, wanting to see pretty little faces you'd make from the feeling he provided for you. His cock strained so helplessly against his pants, torturing him to no end. Echo had dreamed of this exact moment for so long, and now he had you in his hold, whining and falling apart under his influence.

He hungered for you, not just to taste your arousal, but to feel you in your most delicate state. His love for you existed from afar, as he was terrified that you wouldn’t want him too. All the passion he felt for you built up to this, and he’d do anything to help you understand how perfect you were to him.

The motions of his mouth grew more eager by the second before he found a consistent rhythm that seemed to earn the most precious noises from your lips. Nothing had ever brought you so close to your orgasm so quickly.

"Maker, it feels so good" You cried out, knowing you were close to falling over the edge. He knew it, too, and didn't dare change a thing about his pace now.

Suddenly, your orgasm burst open with overwhelming ecstasy. Your body squirmed involuntarily in his grasp, so he grabs your hip and pulls your body harder against his face, not letting you relinquish even a second of the full intensity of your climax. Echo groaned against your clit, sending vibrations across your sensitively and driving you absolutely wild. The stars in your vision began to fade as you crept slowly down off of your high.

"Oh my god, Echo" You exclaim breathlessly. Your legs trembled while he slowly stood to his feet.

"Sweetheart, I-" He started, failing to find the words to describe how he felt.

A sudden knock came at the door.

"Y/N? Are you alright in there?"

It was Wrecker, and based on the sounds of feet shuffling beyond the door, you assumed the rest of the guys were out there, too.

How kind of them to check on you, too, but stars, they couldn't have picked a worse time than this. You both exchanged a glance of amusing disappointment, knowing you both wanted to rip each other's clothes off right then and there.

"Another time" You smiled warmly.

He smiled back, kissing you one more time, like he'd never get the chance to again, and couldn't wait to pick up where you left off.

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latinachiquita

2 years ago

I'm excited and scared

Mild spoilers about TBB S2 from an interview with J. Corbett

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Don't get me wrong, I love angst, but I don't need Echo and The Batch fighting all the time! That's too much stress.

Although I would love to see Echo talk more about his life in 501st and I think him confiding in Rex about their past could be really good. I feel like the conflict between the rest of CF 99 and Echo being a reg is something that I want to see more of. And something that needs to be explored more.

But the idea of Echo falling out with the rest of them stresses me out.😭

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2 years ago

The Beginning of Something

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Tech x F!Reader

word count: 2000 words.

Warnings: One shot inspired by this post by @whoneedsname501 where reader spontaneously kisses them on the helmet. Fluff galore. First kiss. Brothers are big teases. Friends to lovers, minor mentions of injuries and medical talk.

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Tech Works

It was all a blur.

Your heart was in your throat, the taste of iron on your tongue as you felt the building around you begin to rumble and break away.

The shouts of the others become dim in your ears and it’s almost as if your feet are frozen to the ground as brickwork begins to tumble down.

You see a shadow in the corner of your eyes, everything seems to go so slow and you don't even grasp reality at all when a strong force has tackled you to the ground and out of harm’s way.

As soon as your body collides with the ground, everything resumes. Ear shattering sounds of the rubble clashing with the ground erupts around you and you hold your breath and close your eyes as a gust of dust flies in your direction.

After a minute, there’s silence and the dust settles.

Kriff, you almost died! You curse at yourself for the stupidity of not running away from the building collapsing in front of you but then your mind wanders to what saved you… or better yet, who saved you.

You didn’t realise you had a pair of hands around your waist until you glanced down and you gaze over your shoulder to see Tech in view, breathing heavily and clutching the right side of his arm.

“Tech!” You squeak, shifting onto your knees quickly and turning your full body round to face him. As he grunts in response, he also gets onto his knees and flips his visor down and scans you completely.

“Your vitals appear fine, a slight concussion could occur if you suffer a slight knock to the head but overall nothing at all to be concerned about at this moment.” He speaks so casually as if he didn’t bolt straight to you, wrap you in his arms and throws you both into cover from a falling building. “Maybe some dust on the lungs but nothing that could cause us harm.”

“What about you? You’re holding your arm.” You’re panicking a little, hoping he had not sincerely harmed himself because of you.

He smiles a little at your concern but at the moment, you are his priority.

“Just a flesh wound.” He waves it off, giving you a last thorough scan over but you were still a little worried about his own injuries.

“Tech,” you breathe shakily, clasping onto each side of his helmet, “you just saved my life.”

He blinks, flipping his visor back up and nods slowly. “Well of course. You had a survival chance of 93% so really, you were about to die. I would be a terrible soldier if I saw someone in trouble and did not interfere.” He tries to control his breathing but it was hard when you were so close and practically holding onto his head. “And you are my… friend as well as colleague.” He says whilst clearing his throat somewhat awkwardly.

“You could’ve died, Tech.”

“As could you.” He points out.

There was a slight shift in the air as you stared at him and you could curse the design of his helmet because it was hard not to get lost in his bright eyes. Whether it be because of the thrill of the moment or because you could have knocked your head during this mission, you were not thinking straight when you leaned forward and placed a kiss right where the black strip of his helmet was - just where his lips would have been if it weren’t for the armour.

Whilst your eyes were closed, his shot wide open at the gesture. Sure, it wasn’t a proper kiss but it was as close to a kiss than he ever would get.

It only lasted a few seconds until you pulled away, cheeks flaming red but luckily the dust cloud managed to paint your face to hide it.

He’s speechless, for the first time in a long time. He was lucky he was sitting on his knees because he was sure he would have collapsed into a puddle at the gesture if he were standing. You couldn’t see but his lips were moving behind his helmet but no words were coming out. There was a rapid beeping suddenly and frantically he hit the side of his arm because there was no chance he was willing to admit that it was his heart rate telling him it was going through the roof.

“Thanks again, Tech.” You say softly, unsure what to make of his silence but you find yourself raising to your feet and turn around but stumble a little to see a sea of eyes staring at you both, all with smirks on their silly faces.

“You alright missy?” Crosshair smirked at you and you knew that they all saw what you just did to Tech. Oddly enough, yoh felt as though they were more shocked by you ‘kissing’ Tech rather than the building that collapsed around the pair of you

“Just dandy. Nothing like a building nearly falling on me to end the day.” You try to laugh it off, hoping they wouldn’t say anything but of course, Wrecker had to open his mouth.

“Did you two just kiss?!”

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

One rotation passed and you felt a horrible feeling in your gut that Tech was ignoring you. Whenever you entered a room he would make an excuse to leave or whenever you would have the courage to ask him if he wanted any help he would dismiss you. He never dismissed your help.

Yourself and Hunter were in the cockpit when you both heard some loud clanging followed by faint swears. Hunter and yourself looked at eavhother just thinking it was Crosshair and Wrecker fighting but after going to investigate you saw Tech doubled over in pain and once again, clutching his arm.

“Tech?” You say aloud, marching to him quickly and resting a gentle hand on his back for support. “What’s wrong?”

Tech felt quite dizzy which he had been for the last few hours but just now, he had bumped into one of the chairs and dropped his devices to the ground. As a result, it was followed by his arm aching terribly. “I… I am not too sure.” He sighs miserably so you put your medical mind to the forefront and roll up his sleeve to see a very nasty infection spreading on his arm.

You quickly tell Hunter to come look and he winces at the sight for Tech. “You have a nasty infection there.”

“Let me take care of it.” You heard no fuss from Hunter but Tech was about to raise a finger and was instantly shut back down by Hunter before he even opened his mouth. “Let her help you Tech.”

Awkwardly and clumsily, he let you escort him towards the bunks where you could fully assess him. He was a little reluctant but he trusted you enough to get the job done.

You instruct him to sit on the edge of your bed and as he does, he watches you with soft eyes as you rush around to grab the resources you need before settling beside. “Hmm, looks like some debris has cut you and got infected. Does it feel warm?”

“Yes, I suppose it does.” He craned his neck from side to side as he tries to keep a steady breath. One, it’s because you were close to him once again and two, he didn’t want to faint in front of you.

You gently apply a spray, apologising as you hear him wince. “Sorry, I should have given you a warning.” You say sheepishly, looking up at him as he watches your fingers work their magic.

Hoarsely, he replies, “Do not fret. Only a little sting on a small cut.”

“Yeah well that ‘small cut’ could have been a lot better if you had spoken up.” You discipline him with a shake of your head, gently cleaning him up before putting a medpatch over it followed by a requested stim.

Tech feels the stim settle in his body and he feels more relaxed and no longer dizzy. He watches you pack your stuff away and he stands, placing his hands behind his back and clears his throat. “I appreciate your help. Are you aware of the consequences if I had let that cut worse or had it gone unnoticed?”

You couldn’t help but smile as he tried to quiz you, feeling that he was no longer feeling awkward around you and instead felt the need to test your knowledge. “Well, it could’ve led to a much more serious infection such as sepsis or tetanus depending if you’ve had the vaccine when you were younger-.”

“Of course I have had it.”

Finally you turn to face him again. “All in all if you had let it fester you could have died.”

Tech smiles a little. Not at the fact that he could have died but that in just one day he had saved your life and you could well have saved his. “I appreciate the help, cyar’ika.”

This time he saw the blush rise on your cheeks and you just had to look away. The others had called you this before, endearingly of course but there was something so different about the way that Tech said it that made you feel as light as a feather. “No problem Tech.”

He goes to leave but once in the doorway he pauses, foot tapping away on the floor as he contemplates his next set of choices. You had not noticed him stop but you jumped a little as he suddenly spoke, “I would like to show you my appreciation in actions rather than mere words… if you would allow me to do that.”

Your heart races and your hands suddenly got very sweaty. “What kind of action?” You question though you had a sneaky feeling, a hopeful sneaky feeling you knew where this was going.

He steps closer to you, not estimating his steps but you don’t move an inch. “I’d like to,” he swallows nervously but mentally shakes his mind to tell him to spit it out, “I would very much like to kiss you just as you did with me….you could have saved my life.”

Again, your face burns a red the same as their armour and you chew on your lower lip in anticipation. “But, I’m not wearing a helmet?”

There was almost a smug look in his eyes despite how his hands began to shake as they slowly came up and were placed on either side of your face, very gently caressing it. “I would much prefer neither of us wear one this time.”

His words were almost a whisper and judging by the chills on your arms and the way you practically melted into his touch, you were welcoming to his request.

He leans down and softly kisses you with such tenderness that you had to place your hands on the table behind you to stop you from slipping out of his grasp and onto the floor.

You could feel his nerves but as you reciprocated those nerves soon dwindled once he felt your lips slowly find rhythm against one another as you both were willing to give what each other wanted. His thumbs stroke against your cheek and you’re breathing so softly into him that you never wanted it to end.

Eventually, you pulled back but only a little and gave him a dazed smile. “That was lovely, thank you.” Your hands find their way to his wrists, pulling his hands away from your face and instead gesture for him to entwine your fingers with his and he does.

“You’re very welcome. Although I have to say that I would not mind us doing that again soon.” He gushed, tips of his ears red.

“Oh yeah? How soon is soon?” You can’t help but flirt, inching your face back towards him and he instantly picks up on your suggestive tone and smirks a little himself.

“I estimate in around 2.67 seconds.” He lures you back in and only brushes his lips back to yours until… Wrecker.

“Why do you guys keep kissing?!”

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Tech Works

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