#echo x gn!reader

He wouldn’t let something like this happen again, he would fry his own brain until the burnout completely hollowed him inside but he wouldn’t allow anyone under his care to make something stupid like that.

And he would never love again. There was no point, you were the only one who cared about his brothers as much as him, who understood his needs and personal space. Even if he did find someone, it wouldn’t be you.

Echo

He couldn’t believe it, he did everything right, they were seconds away from escaping, but then in one glance you slipped and were hanging for your life. He didn’t care there was no time for that, he ignored your reasonings, he would have gone back to that falling wagon and pulled you back into his arms himself.

You were right. There was no time for that.

He did what he could, he left that damn place and took his family to safety, he couldn’t let the emotions overtake at the moment.

That doesn’t mean he wasn’t spiraling the whole time, when they reached a safe point it only worsened. First, he had to watch his brothers die, one by one, now he lost you too, the same thing who his brothers died for had killed you now.

It makes him question everything he’s been doing—was it really possible to win this fight? Would the day that they could live in peace ever come? How many more of his family would he have to watch dying?

Echo, of course, is resilient, unstoppable, his mourning would quickly evolve into more motivation to overthrow the kriffing Empire, he would follow Rex to hell and back if it meant avenging the deaths of his loved ones and giving peace to those who were still running from the Empire.

He would keep a token of you in his armor at all times, it would give him strength to keep pushing forward even when his fight seemed unsurmountable.

Wrecker

If there’s something Wrecker loves, it’s lifting heavy things, preferably in front of you so he gets to impress you while doing it, it’s something he could never get tired of.

Now, however, he can feel his muscles straining, his breathing shallowing and his mind already panicked, while he tried to maintain his eyes on you and not on the unending abysm beneath you.

He hates it, he just needs you to climb back up so he can scoop you up in his arms and you two can get the kriff out of there to hopefully never have step foot somewhere so high ever again.

The frail structure keeping the wagon on the trail struggled more and more to maintain itself, but Wrecker didn’t falter, he could and he would hold that whole thing by himself until you back right by his side.

You were more realistic than him at the moment, you knew your chances of getting back with your square were next to zero, there was nothing to be done, no point in making him strain himself for a hopeless goal.

You wish you didn’t have to leave him like this, but if was either you or all of them. The words left your lips in less than a second, yet he would remember them forever in an insufferable loop.

“There is no time, Wrecker. Plan 99.”

You had to be joking, maybe you were trying to lighten up the mood while he faced his biggest fear to save you.

Your blaster shot proved you weren’t, he held onto the wagon even after it detached, but it was too much, he couldn’t hold it alone, and he felt the metal slipping away from his fingers while you fell into the blanket of clouds that would lead to your death.

Before he could have one last glance of you, the system was back and he was carried away from you for the last time.

Tech

It’s nothing new that Tech was can perfectly work under stressful conditions, his exceptional mind could find solutions even in seemingly insurmountable circumstances.

What is actually unusual is the way Tech feels his skin shiver with cold sweat as his beloved hangs right before an unending sea of clouds, how his mind trips over its own thoughts desperate to find a way to bring you back to him faster.

He tries not to think about your recklessness, he has told you multiple times to follow the plan, but you always do your own thing and practically makes him fry his brain to fix everything. You were supposed to stay with the others, but of course you went after him, it should have been him, not you hanging.

Wrecker is doing his best to hold the wagon while he’s checking every device he has at the moment that could possibly aid you, but the blaster shots collide exactly at the thin connection between the wagon and the wires.

“C’mon! Do something, Tech!” Wrecker pleads, feeling his energy slip away as it gets harder and harder to keep holding it, as if he wasn’t already considering sacrificing himself for you and a thousand more ideas.

“I am! I just need more time, I will recalibrate-”

“There’s no time, Tech.” You cut him off, squeezing your eyes while you ponder what you’re about to do.

“Quiet! I have a solution already, keep climbing!” He doesn’t mean to yell at you, yet, for the first time, he can’t seem to concentrate among all the shit that’s happening at that moment.

“Tech...”

“Stay quiet, cyare!”

“Tech.”

“Just for a moment!”

“Plan 99.”

His movements halt immediately, his heart skipped a beat and ached in a way he’d never felt before.

“Do not! Cyare, listen to me just this time, please!”

“Take care of our family, ok?”

You took one last glance at him, you could see the desolation behind his lenses, how he hadn’t stopped beating his brain for a second to figure out how to save you.

You couldn’t do it while his eyes pleaded at you, you averted your vision away from him, and before you could stop yourself you pulled the trigger, feeling your body get lighter as the weight of gravity pulled you down, straight to your death.

“No, no, no, no, no!” Tech didn’t have the will or the strength to move, the abrupt movement of the wagon going back at full speed knocked him out of his feet, but he stayed unmoving, eyes fixated on the abysm he allowed to consume you.

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You peeked to the corner of the club, seeing Hunter cozied up with a pretty green Twi'lek woman- her legs draping over his lap as he kissed along her neck. At least he'd be less snappy on your next mission. Then you heard Wrecker laughing boisterously over the music as some reg tapped out, his squad mates dragging him away from the table. He'd be content too and it's almost as if you could already hear him hollering at Crosshair to regale his win over the regs. Resting your eyes back on the pale clone sitting at the bar independently, you watched from across the hazy atmosphere wondering if you should approach him or leave him to his thoughts.

You and Echo had a relatively close relationship. His reserved yet courageous demeanor was always something you had admired about him, and whenever he'd joined 99, you were among the first to buddy up with him. You knew exactly how it'd felt not to be "one of the brothers", even with how close you'd become with the Batch. So, it seemed easy for the two of you to cling to that shared understanding. You felt a smile reaching your lips at some of the memories you'd shared with Echo, a familiar ache settling in your chest and you determined that joining him at the bar was the best idea- even if not for him, but for yourself.

You made sure to clock him in the spot he was settled in before tearing your eyes away and descending the stairs to the main floor, losing sight of him through the dense crowd. Weaving through, apologizing to a few couples who were dancing or going about their "business" on the floor, you managed to emerge from the mass of people to find an empty bar stool- entirely devoid of your companion.

"What the-" you muttered to yourself under the loud music, "He was just here." Swiping a glance up and down the span of the bar, the friendly sight of a pale clone adorned by blue neons captured your attention. He seemed to be speaking to someone, though you couldn't quite see who it was from your current position so you stepped up closer to casually join the conversation when you overheard Echo decline whatever they had offered.

Curiosity got the better of you and instead of being a good friend, leaving the man alone to hopefully find some solace for the night, you stood just close enough to eavesdrop a little more. "I appreciate the sentiment, and you're stunning, don't get me wrong." His voice was as sweet as ever, a little solemn you could tell, but only if you knew him well enough.

Was she really all that pretty? Were Twi'leks the type of person Echo was into? Against your better judgment, you leaned forward onto the bar to glimpse the woman he had complimented, and your heart sank at how her pretty eyes glimmered against the neon lights.

Then you heard her laughter. It sounded as if she were laughing… at him. "Oh, honey," her accented voice cut through the music with its patronizing tone. "You can't honestly be refusing me when you look like," and you watched as her pretty eyes scanned the clone before her, gesturing lazily with her manicured hand, "that."

Maybe you'd heard her wrong. You'd definitely heard her wrong… right? There was no way in the galaxy that she was insulting him about his looks just because he told her no… right?

Echo stammered in shock, momentarily caught off-guard by her comment. It wasn't as if he'd not been used to people making remarks about his… unmistakable condition. He just hadn't anticipated the Twi'lek to be so hostile at his decline. "Well, I-"

"I mean, seriously? Look at you, you're a mangled mess." She let out an irked breath as if she were, suddenly, too good for the current conversation. You noticed her lean away from Echo, surveying the rest of the room full of clones, "I bet you don't even have all of the right parts to please anyone anymore, do you droid?" The Twi'lek's snide grin as she huffed out another laugh made your blood boil.

Droid?

Did she actually have the audacity to call a man of war, who kept her safe from the rising Separatist threats, a droid? She couldn't even begin to understand the horrors of war Echo had seen.

You heard a disparaging laugh bubble up from your friend, noting how his shoulders sank only a fraction, head inclining to the cup in his hand. His back had been facing you, turned completely to the attention of the Twi'lek in front of him, so you couldn't entirely make out his expression- though you'd felt as if you'd known him well enough to imagine the rueful smile etching his features about now. "Ah, yeah," he breathed with a soft, somber chuckle, "I guess I am a freak at this point, eh?"

"It isn't about that anyway," you finally chimed over his shoulder.

Echo's eyes widened at your raised voice, his hurried voice muttering your name in surprise. "What are you doing?" His brown eyes glanced between you and the Twi'lek nervously as you walked around to place yourself between the two of them.

"I don't think he'd have trouble pleasing anyone that had the decency to see past a few war scars. But clearly, that isn't you, you'd only be a waste of his time." The knuckles of your fingers began to ache because of your clenched fists and only at Echo's gentle touch did you relax.

The soft voice you'd come to rely on whispered past the music into your ear, "Cyare, please, it's not that big of a deal, really." Though his tone was even you could tell he'd been embarrassed that you'd overheard the conversation.

"It is though, Echo. You don't deserve to be spoken to that way just because you don't want to whore around for the night." You defended sharply, throwing a look back at him then quickly pinning the Twi'lek to her spot once more. "He has plenty of satisfying features, I'll have you know. He's funny, loyal, protective. He loves his brothers fiercely. He doesn't shy away in the face of danger. He's the first to answer when help is needed, he's reliable, and a wonderful man who deserves more than what most people give him."

Condescending giggles rippled over her pink lips as she covered them, a manner of mischievous glee sparkling in her eyes as she watched the protective display. "You defend him as if you two fuck."

A burn crept up your neck and into your cheeks at the allegation but you couldn't slow your words quickly enough before you said, "I'd be damn lucky if we did."

Echo's grip on your arm flexed at your statement, tentatively pulling you back toward him to de-escalate the rising frustration in you. "Cyare, maybe that's enough." He whispered again.

"You two are cute. No wonder he didn't want to sleep with me. Whatever," the Twi'lek waved you off noncommittally, then pushed herself off of the bar. "There are other handsome men around who need my attention." And with a subtle flip of her lekku, she merged with the swaying crowd.

Frustration simmered beneath your surface as you watched her disappear, more nasty remarks popping into your mind after the confrontation was over. "Stupid, nasty-"

"Cyar'ika," Echo's warm voice broke your hostility, his fingers raising your chin to meet his eyes, "what was all that about?" The pale brown hues narrowed in concern as if you had just been in a serious altercation on his behalf and were injured in some way. "It's not like that doesn't happen all the time, what with the regs calling us defective," his laughter dying as he noticed your soured expression.

You crossed your arms over your chest indignantly, "Just because people insult you, Echo, doesn't mean it's okay. You don't deserve to be treated that way. By anyone." The reassuring brush of his hand- passing from your chin to your shoulder- made you even more upset as if he were okay with being so dehumanized by someone. You pushed his hand away, not because you were offended by his touch- far from it- but because you needed him to take your words to heart. "And stop with the Mando'a, you know I don't understand what you're saying. I'm being serious right now, ya know? You're not a droid. You're you. You're Echo."

The slight tilt of his head made your heart lock up as he smiled at you. He didn't say anything, he just stood there, the pale brown of his eyes highlighted by greens and blues from the bar. It was something you two often did, communicate with just a few looks, something that Crosshair had hissed and griped about, witnessing it on multiple occasions. As the two of you stood there silently for a moment, you began to notice his smile shift and the color of his cheeks showed a little darker. "A-About what you said to her-"

Your entire world came raging back, the music suddenly too loud for you to think properly. "O-Oh right! The...uh-"

"F-Feeling lucky if the two of us-"

You hummed in agreement, with his sentence, not your earlier sentiment. Not that if you thought about it long enough you would've disagreed with your truthfulness brought on by impulse. In fact, you had thought about it quite a lot since meeting the Arc Trooper. You couldn't help yourself, really… he was quite literally amazing at nearly everything he did. He was fluid on the battlefield, quick to make decisions, soft, and compassionate when someone needed comforting. He walked around as if the horrors of his dreams didn't haunt him, opting instead to care even more for those around him. Echo was a man of honor and you marveled at how he carries himself. Not to mention being in close quarters with him, or any of the Batch really, only heightened your ever-growing desire toward him. It was practically inescapable to see someone either in their blacks, partially dressed, or completely naked while on the Marauder. You had seen Hunter and Wrecker shirtless on more than a few occasions and even once seen Tech remove his blacks to use the fresher, and nothing was really wrong with any of those instances. Though the one that lingered in your mind, that just kept nagging at you when you were particularly desperate to reach out and have his pale hand touch you, was when you'd walked in on Echo after he'd finished in the sonic. You thought Crosshair had been the last one to use the fresher and hadn't seen anyone else take a turn, but when you pressed the button revealing the cybernetic clone with just a towel hanging around his waist you froze. You could've acted normal about it, muttering an apology and turning around but you'd only stood there floundering.

And that was how you reacted in this very same instance- dumbstruck and speechless- as your cheeks and ears burned desperately.

Clearing his throat, jolting your attention back to his face, Echo rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. "Well, we can just forget about it. I'm sure it seriously threw her off when you said that, so that was a good tactic." He joked kindheartedly, eyes closing in that familiar charming, laid-back smile of his.

He honestly thought you were joking. Or just trying to defend him by saying anything that sounded good.

Maybe that was okay.

Maybe you could get away with not making anything awkward between the two of you. Maybe he saw how anxiously you reacted when he brought it back up and was gracious enough to drop it for your sake.

But was that fair?...

He deserved to know how handsome he was, just as much as any of his brothers- 99 or otherwise.

"Besides, like she said- whether it was meant as an insult or not- I'm a mangled mess. We can't have you wasting your good looks on me, now can we?" Echo tapped the tip of your chin with his hand gently, winking mirthfully at you.

He was being serious.

He didn't have any clue how desperate you were some nights to call out to him. Echo genuinely thought he was unwanted and he harbored it like a man devised for loneliness.

Never reciprocating his humor or obliging him in his self-deprecation, you remained stern, eyes locked with his handsome pale face. "I would fuck you right now in the middle of 79's if I knew we wouldn't get banned from the only clone bar on Coruscant."

Disbelief filled the clone's expression, eyes dilated to the size of Tech's goggles, his cheeks flushing a red bright enough to rival the neon lights. It was a terrifying leap to take, conveying these tight-lipped secrets you'd been carefully preserving but if it made Echo understand that he was just as desirable as any other man- clone, Jedi, or otherwise- then you'd shout it at every single person in the bar tonight. Your name fell from his lips in an airy exhale, frantically his eyes searched for any sign of banter or sarcasm but he was only met with decisiveness in your returning stare. "You..." he breathed again, deliberately slowing his racing heart, "You're being serious." At your resolute nod, brows furrowed and eyes stern, Echo looked down at himself critically. "B-But, I-"

"Do I need to prove it to you?" you provoked.

Echo's bewildered stare snapped back to your face, brows raised high in astonishment. "Pro-Prove it?"

Again you nodded with resolve. "You deserve it just as much as Hunter. I'll prove it to you right-" and before you could finish your sentence you were yanked forward away from the bar, weaving through the crowd. Echo's pale hand gripping your upper arm tightly enough not to lose you amongst the moving bodies. Confused but curious, you followed his lead.

Pulled to one of the single restrooms you felt yourself being slung inside, Echo behind you now, locking the door. The dingy lights were also a staple in the small room, the most of the illumination coming from the neon lights outside the high window. "Echo, what in the galaxy-"

"Say it again." His voice rushed as you turned to meet his urgent but dangerously narrowed eyes, the low tone startling you.

You knew he was referring to what you had said by the bar, but which part, in particular, left you timid to respond. "Say what again?" You finally managed, anxiously fiddling with a loose string on your pants.

The clone across the room looked positively possessed as he took only a single step toward you. "Tell me you want me." Echo pressed, the gravel to his voice making you shiver. "Please," his whispered demand nearly lost to the bass rumbling the walls.

This was certainly not where you had envisioned the night to go when you agreed to come out with your squad mates, but as you took a breath, you dove right into the dream. "I want you, Echo." And with the speed of an Arc Trooper, the man descended on you, pressing you into the wall. His body crowded around you, leaving no room to breathe in anything but him as his lips furiously pursued yours. Though he seemed desperate in his actions, there was a hesitation you felt in him. He was leaning against the wall by his arms, keeping himself just a hair's breadth away, afraid to touch you. Pulling back enough to speak against his lips, your hand found his cheek. "Touch me, Echo, please," your own plea a whisper.

His breath shook against your mouth as he faltered, "I-I'm afraid of ruining this…" His sincerity was the fear of a desolate man. "It's been so long… way before I looked-"

Reaching up beside you where his arms lay against the wall, gently guiding his hand and scomp-link to your body. "You can't ruin anything for me, I promise. I've been wanting this for so long, just touch me." A breathy exhale that sounded like a soft chuckle washed over your face at himself and to keep him from overthinking anymore you surged forward to press yourself against him fully- lips connecting.

The kiss you shared this time, was less desperate and hasty, instead imbued with passion and certainty as your tongue came out to greet his bottom lip. Mandalorian curses escaped under Echo's breath, voice trembling as he did, welcoming the dance you challenged. "I can't believe you want me… How could you want me?" Disbelief greeted you as you kissed him again trying somehow to get your affections across.

"How could I not?" Your simple reply caused him to look at you squarely, again searching your face as if he could find some hint of sarcasm or deception- but he found none. With a warm smile, you started unstrapping your armored chest piece and undressing from your standard issue GAR clothes. "Like I told the Twi'lek," you started as you set the clothes on a bar beside you, trying to maintain your composure with intense brown eyes observing you eagerly. "You're loyal, and kind. Funny as hell, adorable when you get embarrassed, charming when you aren't feeling too tired to banter around with me or your brothers," the last one made him chuckle a bit but it died off when the last of your clothes fell away and you stepped back up to him. "And no matter what's going on down here," you glanced down to where his codpiece sat, "I know you'll satisfy me completely."

"Kriff..." Echo stammered softly at the warmth of your hands reaching to unclasp his armor, a questioning look in your eyes. He grinned timidly, "I didn't think at this point you'd even feel the need to ask, cyare," to which you went at undressing him, yourself. Upon lowering yourself to the floor to undress his lower half, even with him imploring you to not get on the bathroom floor for him, you marveled when his blacks were pulled past his thighs.

"Well, color me surprised," your wistful voice made the clone groan in embarrassment as he covered his mouth with his hand, looking away bashfully. "Looks like you won't be disappointing anyone, will you, Echo?" You teased, glancing between the adorably sheepish look on his face and the solid cock that greeted you. Nothing amiss whatsoever. How could he be so insecure when he harbored this under his blacks?

Echo shifted on his robotic legs, anxiously, "There's no need for the commentary, cyar'ika," he complained, his voice deeper than usual as he stole glances at you between his legs as if he were caught watching something he shouldn't.

Smirking, you shrugged nonchalantly up at him, "Guess I'll just have to keep my mouth busy then." Your tongue splayed out over your bottom lip to experimentally lick at the head of his cock, reveling in the shaking gasp that escaped the clone.

"Oooh, k-kriff," Echo groaned helplessly, eyes screwing shut at the feeling blitzing through him like a barrage of blaster fire. The way his husky voice stretched out your name made your body ache for his touch.

You wanted more.

All of it.

All of him.

Your tongue danced along from the base to the tip a few times, placing delicate kisses here and there over his pale skin. It was sweet, watching him enjoy himself with such a small form of affection. The way his eyes fluttered every time your tongue swiped over the tip, how his teeth found purchase on the skin of his bottom lip to keep himself from making too many sounds. "Y-You gotta stop t-teasing me, mesh'la, please..." Echo breathed desperately, hand falling to the back of your head.

"Please, what, handsome?" The naïveté in your tone betrayed the way your eyes twinkled dangerously up at him and made him groan again, hand coming around to thumb your bottom lip, mesmerized by you.

"Please suck my cock." Desire finally blossomed in his eyes, the adorable timidness dissipating and giving way to a man who hungered for more. "I want to feel your mouth around me… I've wanted that for so long."

The admission surprised you, but you couldn't focus on it for too long before you acquiesced and took his cock into your mouth as far as you could before he hit the back of your throat. Echo choked out a moan at your motion, feeling the way your mouth warmed his skin, your tongue lapping around him. "S-So long… oooh, kriff. Wanted to feel your pretty mouth suck me off."

The filth murmuring from his pale lips was only fueling your lust as you hollowed your cheeks and started to bob your head back and forth on him. "I-I can't believe this isn't one of my-my dreams, oh fuck," Echo whispered as he looked down to meet your gaze, groaning at the hazy look in your eyes and whispering an astounded 'look at you' as his hand pressed into the back of your head. His hips thrust, against his better judgment, shoving himself further into your throat provoking a moan from the both of you simultaneously. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you relaxed, allowing him to fuck into your mouth at his leisure, the sounds he makes stirring you up more.

You pull back to catch your breath, a string of drool trailing from your tongue to his soaked cock. "You've dreamed of me sucking your dick, have you?"

"I've dreamed of many sinful things concerning you, cyare." Echo's voice was solid as he pulled you up by your arm, crushing his mouth to yours in a searing kiss. His tongue tasted yours for a moment, scomp pressing into your lower back so you were flush with him. The large expanse of his hand explored your body, mapping every scar and dip of skin to commit to his memory. "Your body is even better than I could've fantasized it; much softer, stronger." He whispered against your neck, placing warm open-mouthed kisses along it.

"Echo," you breathed out his name, his mouth dizzying you. "Show me what you've dreamed… I want to know."

The chuckle that escaped through his lips and fell over your skin sounded dangerous as if you asked him to show you his crimes. "Bend over for me then," the drawl of your name spurred a whine from you that made him grin and you spun around in his arms to place your hands steadily against the bar drilled into the wall. "Kriff, and I thought the sight of you sucking my dick was going to make me cum..." Echo muttered from behind you, his hand brushing down the curve of your spine, admiring the way goosebumps chased after his fingertips. "This view is sure to ruin me."

"Echo, please," you whined over your shoulder at him. The sudden change in power lost on you as you shifted your hips back to meet his, yearning for some sort of relief. Teasing him had done a number on both of you and you needed him to relieve you somehow.

"Looks like I can't deny how badly you want me now, can I, cyar'ika?" The cybernetic clone chuckled from behind you, leaning his tall body over your back to whisper, "Not when you beg for my dick like that." The warmth of his breath tickled the back of your neck and you moaned at the feeling. Without any more taunting, Echo finally leaned away from you to watch himself slip inside of you. "Shit… look at how you take me," he sounded nearly astonished by how his cock disappeared inside, appreciating the sight before him- second only to how you choked his dick.

"Stars, Echo," you moaned desperately, wincing at the stretch of him inside of you, panting as you took more as he pushed deeper inside. "M-More, please, fuck me Echo, please."

"Greedy, aren't you," Echo teased lightheartedly, chuckling at how you begged for him to take you. He seemed to be enjoying himself as he sank into you fully, his typical jovial attitude returning. It wasn't even as if he were teasing you in an expected sexy way. He was teasing you as if he caught you with your hand in the ration box, looking to take extras. The feeling of his cock dragging inside of you as he gradually pulled out to just the tip and then just as slowly pushed himself back in nearly made you sob at the burning fixation for him to shatter you. "I love feeling you like this. I can't believe you want this as much as I do. Kriff, you are stunning. Everything you do floors me." You continually whined his name as he spoke, moving in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace then you felt his hand brush up your back and grip your shoulder tightly as if bracing himself. "You're the reason I said no to the Twi'lek. I just want this, only this," he moaned as he pulled out one last time before stopping, whispering, "Only you," then hammering into you at a fracturing pace.

"Oh fuck, Echo!"

"That's it," Echo praised in his warm encouraging tone, your name falling from his lips like a tribute as he drives his cock into you over and over until you were almost screaming. His stamina was devastating, the force behind his thrusts calamitous as your body rocked against his. "What a breathtaking sight you are taking me like this, kriffing hells. I'm gonna cum," Echo stammered as his hips faltered narrowly.

You'd hardly been able to process anything he'd been saying, too deafened by the passion though you felt his hips shift a bit, slowing their pace and you begged, "Inside, inside please."

"Maker, y-you can't say it l-like that," Echo chided with a choked moan, "I-I," and with a shocked gasp, Echo's hips stilled as they pressed into you. The Mandalorian praises that intermingled with your name, the way his mouth fell to your shoulder, leaving open-mouthed kisses, everything coalesced to a white flash shooting through your body. A sob of his name reverberated off of the bathroom walls, echoing around the two of you as your release hit you. The force seemed to hit your knees and you faltered on your feet but were caught quickly by Echo's scomp-link arm, reeling you back into him.

"Careful there," the smile in his voice evident as he nosed at your temple, pressing a few gentle kisses along your cheek. "Just relax, I gotcha." The gentleness of his touches weaved around you, lulling you against his firm body and the mechanical parts cool against your hot skin. "Sorry, I know some of the pieces might be prodding you." He winced at the thought abruptly.

You shook your head in response, steadying yourself against him by wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling closer. "Perfect… You're cool, it feels good, don't move."

There were few negatives, though, like when Echo was learning how to play a guitar as a teenager, and you would come over, he would always try to impress you, and when it failed he would break his guitar, not on purpose mind you.

When he left to join the army you ended up missing some of those negative things, which now you realized were quite adorable. And sure, you’d be able to connect on a phone call with Echo every couple of months, but you had missed him terribly.

When he had been honorably discharged from the army you were ecstatic to see him home, but when you saw him with a fully metal prothstetic arm and prothstetic legs, you knew this man would have a tough time adjusting to life around him.

But you were there every step of the way, he had actually found out that you learned to play the guitar while he was gone, and so you kind of taught each other about playing the instrument.

You taught Echo to be confident with his arm when he played the guitar, and he taught you different cords and how to adjust your fingers so they were comfortable when the cords were played.

When Echo and his brothers started up a band, called The Bad Batch, you were overly excited for your best friend, hyping him up every step of the way.

Even as he got busy with the band, the tours and performances, he always made time for you at the end of the week, or day’s when he was in town. And that’s when you really started falling in love with him.

So when Tech told you that Echo had been asked about any girlfriends, or had anyone special in his heart and he said your name? on live television? You were kind of mad, surprised, and also so relieved all at once.

Echo came home to you the following night and you slapped him, for saying that he loved you on television, then you kissed him.

nobody else was ever on his mind since he had come back from the army, only you, the way you smiled every time you helped him

he was in love, the backup guitarist for the bad batch, a famous guitar player was in love with you.

and you wouldn’t deny it.

you loved him too.

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...Echo. 

A round of wolf-whistles rises from the rest of the table (quite literally, in Hunter’s case). Echo jostles you with his elbow, a good-natured grin gracing his features. Quirking an eyebrow at him, you drink in the sight of him sitting next to you. His perfectly tailored suit hugs his body in all the right places, thighs straining against the fine material; the silken red bowtie at his neck draws your eye appreciatively down the strong column of his throat. His hair has grown back in a fuzzy nest of brown curls that he’s slicked back. In short, he looks positively mouth-watering. That’s exactly what happens as you rake your gaze over him.

“Get a room, you two,” Fives jeers, playfully tossing a balled up napkin at you. 

It bounces harmlessly off your face. You flash him a rude gesture before rising to your feet, offering your hand to Echo.

“Shall we?”

He takes your hand. Against your skin, his satin glove is smooth and warm, the strength of his grip belied by the entrapment. You suppress a shiver as you step away from the table, Echo trailing you, fingers laced through yours. 

As you begin to wind your way through the crowd, you shoot a glance over your shoulder to Echo. He smirks at you, one eyebrow raised as if in question. In the strobing, multicolored lights, he looks near ethereal, a vision stepped straight out of one of those high-end Coruscanti model holos. You bite your lip. 

His smirk deepens. Tugging you back against his chest, he wraps his scomp arm around your middle to hold you against his chest. He carefully presses his cheek to the side of your head, mindful of his headpiece, and inhales your scent.

“Care for a dance, cyare?” he asks.

A delightful, full-body tingle shivers through you at the way his voice rumbles against your ear. “You read my mind.” 

He hums, the sound sending another frisson of exhilaration cascading through all your nerves. Not releasing his hold on you, your hands still entwined where he brings them to rest on your hip, he finds the rhythm of the song, a deep, bassy, sexy beat that vibrates your bones. Gently, giving you enough leeway in case you decide you want to pull away, he guides your hips to the music. 

It’s all the encouragement you need. Circling your hips, you grind your ass against his crotch, earning a low, groaning chuckle. Snaking your hand free up and back, you thread your fingers through his curls. Echo turns his head, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the pulse point just below your jaw.

A gasp escapes you, lost in the consuming bass of the music. He laves at that spot, nipping playfully. 

Emboldened by the shifting, partial lighting and his lips on your neck, you grind against him again as you draw his hand up your chest. A moan tumbles from you as the half-hard definition of his cock presses against you through layers of clothing. His fingers dance over your chest, tweaking a nipple through your shirt.

“Feel what you do to me, pretty thing?” he murmurs, voice sliding like honey over your ears. “Drive me kriffin’ crazy.”

You’ve never realized it before, but stars, you could listen to Echo talk all day. He could read a damn dictionary and you’d be enthralled. Turning your head, you peer up into his eyes, mere pinpricks of shine in the green-tinted lights flashing around you. Dropping your gaze to his lips, your eyelashes flutter. 

“What d’you want, cyare, hm? Tell me,” he urges, eyes fixated on your parted lips.

“I want,” you begin, voice tremulous, “I want to kiss you.” 

“You wanna kiss me?” he repeats, a dangerous smirk curling over his face.

Gulping, you nod. You don’t trust your voice now to not reveal the intensity of the fire scorching through your veins. 

With a contented sigh, Echo tips his head forward and captures your lips in a heated kiss. His scomp tugs you tighter against his chest as he practically ruts his hardness against your ass, When he tugs again at your nipple, you whimper into his mouth. Electricity sparks where he touches you. But he doesn’t relent, kissing you until you’re dizzy with want. Arousal pools hot and tight in your belly.

“Kriff,” you gasp as you pull away from his mouth, “kriff, Echo, stars.” 

He chuckles. His gaze sweeps over the crowd around you—but no one seems to be paying you any mind. “What’s the matter, sweetness?”

“Want you,” you say, leaning your head back against his shoulder.

“Want me to what?”

His voice has dropped an octave, positively dripping with sex, and you shudder in his grasp. How can one person’s voice be so alluring, so enticing? 

Rather than using your words, you extricate yourself from his embrace and, crooking one finger with a coy smile, urge him to follow you again. A bemused smile graces his features; he slips his hand into his pocket as he steps after you.

You lead him towards the back hallway you’d caught sight of earlier, down a series of blind turns, and pick a door at random. Within, there’s a simple bed with silk sheets; dozens of candles, strewn on every available surface, cast the room in a cheery, cozy glow. Echo moves past you, surveying the room with a curious expression.

“This works,” you say, shutting the door. 

You take another moment to really, fully appreciate the specimen of a man before you. Echo gives you an indulgent smile. Backlit by the flickering candlelight, he looks divine; the crisp lines of his black suit outline his silhouette in exquisite fashion. Up close, you realize that the fabric isn’t solid black, but rather one shade of black embroidered with another, darker hue. Tracing one of the repeating designs, you reach with tentative fingers to unbutton the matching vest.

Only to gasp in surprise when his hand catches your wrist.

“You never answered my question,” he says. His gaze holds your own, deep and soulful and burning. Have his eyes always been that golden?

“Everything,” you say, the answer falling from your lips without a second thought. “I want you to do everything to me.”

His eyes fall to half-lidded, a sultry twist to his mouth. “Everything, cyare? That’s awfully broad. How am I supposed to pick?” 

Another shiver dances up your spine as goosebumps erupt all over your skin at his voice. Echo’s eyebrows twitch at your physiological response. 

“D’you like the sound of my voice, pretty little thing?” he asks, inflecting the words down, deeper, hotter.

Nodding, a more concrete idea of what you want crystallizes in your mind. “Love your voice, Echo. Can you— can you make me cum just by talking to me?”

He catches his bottom lip between his teeth, his cheeks turning a delightful shade of pink. “Kriff, yeah, baby. Whatever you want. Want to get off from me telling you everything I want to do to your gorgeous body?”

You whine, pleasurable heat pulsing through your core.

“Alright, baby.” He gestures toward the bed. “Get undressed and get comfy.” 

“What about you?” you ask. You’re already shucking your clothes, but pause when he fixes you with an inscrutable look.

“Oh no,” he says, “you asked for my voice. The suit stays on. Fitting, that you’d ask me to whisper filth to you, when I’m dressed as a siren.”

Inhaling a short breath in surprise, you merely blink at him. He chucks you under your chin with a wink, then glances down at your state of half-undress. Swallowing, you hurry to strip out of the rest of the now-too tight garments and clamber up onto the silky smooth sheets. You prop yourself up with a number of plush pillows. 

“Good,” Echo murmurs. He perches on the edge of the bed, one thick thigh crossed under the other, his hand supporting the way he leans. “Such a good listener.” 

The praise coils through your ears and settles in your lower belly, simmering with an intense, acute heat. You can only nod, at a loss for words.

“Sit on your hands for me, baby,” he instructs. “Can’t have you cheating, now can we?” 

Your chest heaves with anticipation as you shift, sliding your hands beneath your butt to trap them there. Echo’s eyes flicker a brighter gold. For a moment, he lets you sit there, core aching, skin flushed and sweat beginning to dew. At the apex of your thighs, your arousal throbs, demanding to be touched.

“Bet you feel so soft,” he says. The way he murmurs the words makes you think it’s more a thought that slipped out than an intentional statement, but the effect is the same: your nipples pebble as if inviting him to touch. He clears his throat and continues. “Nearly lost my mind out there when you pushed your ass against my dick. Nearly took you right there on the dancefloor.” 

“F-Fuck,” you grit out. His voice caresses your skin, a physical presence. “W-Why didn’t you?”

“Didn’t want to put my vod’e to shame.” He chuckles. “Wanted you all to myself. Wanted to feel how you fall apart, just for me. Is that what you want, cyare? Gonna squirm for me?” 

As if by his request, you push your hips in his direction, silently begging. 

“Thought so,” he says. “Mm. So needy. I’m gonna make you cum just like this, and then I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk after, how’s that sound, gorgeous?”

“Yes, yes please, just keep talking,” you whine. The aching need in your core grows with each word he speaks, a spell weaving in the air around you, drawing your nerves along for the ride. 

“You felt so good against me out there,” he continues. “Warm and pliant and body fucking begging me to take you. Gonna make you feel so good, cyare. I’m gonna suck my mark into your neck, show everyone who makes you feel this good. Make sure they know whose cock was buried in you. Fuck, I bet you’re tight, bet you need a good fucking to loosen you up. That what you need, baby? Need to be fucked out?” 

You’re writhing at this point, hips jerking as if his words are physically touching you. “Y-Yes, stars, please!”

“Yeah, I know you need that.” 

You have enough awareness to catch movement in his lap—he’s fucking palming himself through his pants, and the sight draws a raw, cracking moan from your chest. His eyes bore into yours for a moment, an intense, glowing gold, and a jolt of pleasure rocks through you. 

“First I’d make you suck me off, get my dick all nice and wet. Your lips will look so good wrapped around me, kark. Don’t worry, I’d put my mouth on you, too. Tease you with my tongue until you’re begging for me to fuck you. 

“And then I’d slip into your tight hole—ngh, kriff—” He shudders, palm stilling over his crotch for a moment. “Make you scream for me, make you moan until your voice gives out. Then I’d make you cum again, all over my cock. Fuck, you’ll look so pretty when I fuck you like that, takin’ everything I give you.” 

Pleasure mounts in your body with every new word. The rough, raw edge to his voice only serves to rake tingling ecstasy over your entire body. In your belly, the knot of desire pulls tighter, tighter, tighter—you’re teetering on the precipice, ready to shatter at any moment. 

A sob wracks through your form. “Echo, please, need to cum!”

“I know, baby, I know you do,” he coos. “You wanna cum? Cum for me, pretty thing. Cum and then I’ll fuck you just like you need me to.” 

“Oh fuck—” Your moan chokes off into a strangled gasp as his command washes over you. All at once, the knotted core of need in your center snaps and unravels. Your back arches off the bed, hands scrabbling at the silk sheets for purchase as you cum, shouting incoherent praise to the room. Wave after wave breaks over you, each one drowning you in fresh pleasure.

Through it all, Echo murmurs sweet praise in your ear, his fingers finding purchase at your heated core. “That’s it, baby. Just like that, you’re doing so well. See? Promised you I’d make you cum, and now I’m gonna fuck you, okay, baby?”

Dimly, you register his words. Nodding, you think you beg for it—or maybe you’re just begging for the orgasm to keep going, for your body to keep convulsing and shuddering. Somewhere in the haze that begins to settle over your mind, you feel Echo’s hand grip your hip, holding your lower body still, and then he’s pushing into you, his cock slick with spit and your release.

You groan simultaneously. Walls fluttering around his thick length, you suck in lungfuls of air to steady yourself, the stretch a little painful but nevertheless immaculate. He’s so big; he’s everywhere, stuffed into your tight heat and filling your vision and caressing your flushed skin. 

“Kark,” he bites out. “Not gonna last long, cyare.” 

“S’okay,” you pant. “Please fuck me.” 

You don’t need to tell him twice. Snapping his hips against you, his balls slap your ass with every thrust, the erotic sound echoing in the small room. Gripping one of your thighs to his chest, he squeezes it as he drives his cock into you mercilessly, his jacket discarded and the rest of his clothes disheveled. All you can do is lie there and take it, keening brokenly. His cock grazes against that one spot deep in your heat that makes stars burst across your vision. Whining, you fist the sheets to ground yourself. 

“W-Where—” 

“Paint me,” you gasp. “Want your cum on me.”

He pulls out immediately, his cock throbbing. Ribbons of hot, white cum splatter over your chest and tummy. Eyes locked together, you have to fight to keep your own open to catch the way that his face twists with bliss as he cums. But he makes it difficult, working his hand over your center to draw out your second orgasm.

You spasm under his touch, weakly pushing his hand away in overstimulation. Core locked up with tight pleasure, it takes you several long moments to drift back down. Heart pounding, chest heaving, you glance up at Echo with a tired grin. 

He chuckles. “Holy kriff.” 

“You can say that again,” you say, huffing a laugh.

His cum has begun to dry on your skin; you glance around for a towel. Echo retrieves his jacket where he must have tossed it on the other end of the bed and gently wipes your skin clean.

“Thanks,” you murmur, too blissed out to care that he’s ruining a perfectly good suit. 

He shrugs out of the other garments then collapses on the bed next to you. Tangling your fingers together, you smile lazily at one another. Distantly, the music of the party reaches you, but you’re in no rush. 

“So,” you murmur. 

“So,” he echoes. His voice has returned to its normal gruff timbre—still incredibly sexy, but no longer magically enhanced. 

You study his eyes for a moment, also returned to their normal state. With a teasing hum, you nudge him. “What happened to all the other things you mentioned? Marking me, going down on me?” 

He flushes, rubbing the back of his neck. “I got...impatient.”

You laugh, a genuine, belly laugh that makes him chuckle, too. 

“Maybe...” You trail off, biting your lip. “Maybe we can get dinner sometime, and then we can try those.” 

Humming, he nuzzles your neck. “I’d love that.”

The best thing about being with you, in his opinion, is how grounded he feels whenever you two sleep together, having you merely laying besides him or, preferably, on top of him as a weighted blanket keeps him in the moment, he’s able to feel comfortable in his own body like that, not to mention he doesn’t have as many nightmares when you’re there with him.

When he looks up at you, his eyes are full of adoration, almost comically shining with how much he adores you and your height (he looks like a puppy swooning over you).

Wrecker

He is THRILLED. Before he even got to meet you he already thought you were the coolest person he’s ever seen because how are you taller than him? Safe to say it was love at first sight.

He’s even more physical with his tall s/o, if that’s even possible. He always wants to lift you off the ground and spin you in a tight hug, which, yes, he still can carry you regardless of your height.

If that’s your thing, he wants to work out with you for him it would be the utmost bonding moment with you. He’d be the best gym buddy, although a bit touchier than usual, but he can’t help himself, one glance at you and he’s fawning all over again. He’d be over the moon if you wanted to help him exercise too (he’d probably get hard too).

But regardless of height, Wrecker is still the huge teddy bear we all know, his protective instincts are sharp and he’s always making sure you’re safe. He obviously loves a little chaos, to throw a space ship here and there or explode some droids, he really hopes you join him in his shenanigans, but once your safety in involved he pushes all that aside and focuses solely on you, keeping you behind him while he clears the area of threats.

He has no problems with having to get on his tip toes to kiss you or if you wanted to carry him instead, to him these just make loving you more fun than he would ever have with a shorter s/o.

Now, if you ever doubted Wrecker’s love for you, you would forget it the moment the started sharing his food with you. It’s not something small, not to him, as a tall person himself, he knows you need to eat more than the others and even him, but he’s willing to give you his food, you can be 100% sure it’s because you’re the person he trusts and loves the most, he’d never share it with anyone else.

Crosshair

Your height doesn’t intimidate him in the slightest. He unashamedly looks up to glare at you the first times you two see each other.

Unlike his brothers, Crosshair wants to see what you’re capable of, if all that size is up to his expectations. Once you do prove yourself, his interest in you starts, but he wouldn’t show it until a while later.

His brothers know he has a thing for people who could challenge him and win, even if you’re a gentle mountain like Wrecker, Cross can’t help the fact that the thought of you putting him in his place gets him hot and bothered.

That’s only for later in the relationship, in general and specially in the beginning he’d act all tough, going out of his way to stand somewhere he’d be higher than you to stare down at you.

Speaking of high places, during missions he’d maintain his rifle towards your direction, taking every enemy down before they even got to you. It doesn’t matter to him that you’re taller than him and could definitely fight someone like Wrecker, you’re his partner, you get exclusive protection from him.

Tech

Another one who doesn’t care about appearances, he admits you stand out being way taller than most people, but it doesn’t change anything for him.

His affection for you would grow over time, with you two spending time together rather than because of physical lust, and he’d show it in subtle ways, the most prominent one being his worry that your equipment is adequate and comfortable for your body.

He often offers to make adjustments and improvements, taking the time to analyze your performance during missions so he can find more excuses to tinker with your things.

He’s also very attentive to your health, checking if their ration bars are enough to satisfy you—he knows you need more than them, thanks to Wrecker—and running health checkups on you more frequently than on his brothers.

He reasons that your physique is much different than what he’s used to studying, therefore he should give it special attention to ensure nothing will be overlooked.

Everyone knows it’s just so that he can touch you more and spend more time with you without having to ask.

He doesn’t mean to stare at you, he’s aware you need your privacy, but he’ll watch you go on about your day, taking mental notes every time you hit your head on a lower part he’s never realized was there, or how you have to squeeze yourself to sleep in your bunk.

The next time you go to the ship you’ll see that those lower piece were gone and Tech was sat by your bunk, modifying it to fit you like he had done with Wrecker’s.

He doesn’t know how to invite you to sleep in his bunk, so he just modifies it too and waits until you get the hint yourself.

Reblogs, comments and feedback are appreciated. Let me know if there are any mistakes, English is not my first language. Thank you for reading! <3

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He obviously wants to make love to you, he just needs an extra push of encouragement to finally do it, and after some time of constantly reassuring him, he’ll finally allow himself to feel love again.

He’s submissive and focuses a bit too much on your pleasure, forgetting about his own sometimes. He’d appreciate it if you took the lead, especially the first few times, and would ask whispery questions during the moment to make sure you’re enjoying yourself and how to please you even more: “Is this ok?”, “Can I touch you here?”, “You like that, mesh’la?” and so on.

He's mostly quiet, save for breathy moans and his compliments, he never tires out of telling you how beautiful/handsome you look, how much he loves you and how good you make him feel.

Probably doesn’t cum the first times you have sex, not only is he getting used to the body but also to the sensations—Echo isn’t a virgin, but his new cybernetics changed everything that he feels, his brain processes touch, love and pleasure differently than before, so even if it’s not his first time, it’s still a learning process for him.

And he doesn’t expect to cum every time you two do it, he’ll assure you he enjoyed himself from start to finish and tell you not to worry about it, but if you insisted he wouldn’t try to stop you in any way. But he will, however, try to make you cum at least once every time, he adores the sight of you convulsing from so much pleasure, even more since it’s him that’s causing this reaction.

Favorite position is you riding him, you can go at any pace you want—if it’s sensual or soft he’d caress your body or hug you, resting his face on your chest and shoulders, and if it’s rough, he’d keep his hand on your hips, helping you bounce on him for as much as you want.

The most submissive trait in him isn’t how he acts, actually, it’s the way his puppy eyes look up at you, furrowed brows making him look like he has a pout while you do whatever you want to him.

Reblogs, comments and feedback are appreciated. Let me know if there are any mistakes, English is not my first language. Thank you for reading! <3

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But now you finally bought tickets for the area closest to the stage, as well as backstage passes for you, and your best friend. They liked this band almost as much as you did, and had some of their merch, and were happy to tag along with you if it meant they could have some autographs.

But you had a bigger goal than just simple autographs.

You and your friend arrived at the concert stadium just as the opening band finished their last song, and The Bad Batch started setting up. You had gotten drinks for yourself and your friend, and were talking whilst drinking and waiting at the place closest to the stage. There were still people milling about on the ground floor, talking and vibing to the radio music that played while they set up.

“Y/n! one of them is looking at us-” Your friend squealed, and you raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure it's not just your imagination?” You joked, laughing as she shoved you playfully. “I’m serious! it's the one with the bionic hand.” She giggled, and your attention turned to the stage, where indeed the backup guitarist was glancing at you on occasion, eyes widening when you met his gaze with your own.

You grinned, and winked before looking away. “Oh he’s cute.” you giggled, your friend grinning. “You should try and land a date with him! He's looking at you like you're a piece of candy.” she chuckled, and you grinned wider. “We’ll see what happens.”

The Bad Batch ended up playing a variety of songs, ranging from popular to unpopular hidden gems that you would definitely be adding to your playlist, as well as some songs you weren't a huge fan of, and then some new releases towards the end. After they played, you cashed in your backstage tickets with the bouncer who led you to where The Bad Batch was resting, and doing autographs for others who got backstage passes.

Your friend let out a soft squeal, shaking her hands in excitement as she whispered in your ear. “They’re all so hot up close.” She whispered, and you let out a snort, covering your mouth with your hand. “Shut up- crazy girl.” You replied, walking forward once the people in front of you were done. You pushed your friend forward, grinning like the devil when she glared back at you before smiling at each of the band members.

You studied the room as she talked with them, your eyes landing on one of the guitars. You hummed, and took a step closer, admiring the details and paint job of said guitar. “You like the work?” A voice spoke up, pulling you out of your daydream. You looked up, seeing the man from earlier, Echo if your memory served you correctly.

You smiled, and nodded. “I think I had a similar model a few years ago, well my dad did, and then he sold it. It’s a beautiful instrument… I like the colors you chose.” You replied softly, turning to face him fully.

“that’s nice to hear, we normally get compliments on our looks, and not really our instruments.” he expressed and you frowned. “I mean- you are good looking but that's not what I care for when I listen to bands like yours. The music is what I love, and if the people playing and singing it are good looking? It's just a bonus. But again- talent is the most attractive thing about a person, in my opinion.” You chuckled, noticing the smile on Echo’s face.

“Well- that uh- that's really nice.” He replied, rubbing the back of his head. “did you want an autograph or something?” He then asked, but you shook your head. “No… but i will take your phone number, and take you on a date.” You flirted, winking at him like you did when he stared at you on stage. You watched as his face lit up red, but he didn’t reject your idea, and instead grabbed a piece of paper, scribbling his personal number on it before handing it to you.

That was easy.

“What’s the catch?” You asked him, tucking the piece of paper in your pocket, now resting your hands on your hips as you looked at him. “No catch… you seem like an interesting person, and you're gorgeous… so I'd like to know more about you, and your personality.” He explained, and you hummed, nudging him with your elbow. “sure, my ‘personality’” You chuckled, and again his face lit up red.

“I mean it!” he exclaimed, and you smiled. “I know I'm just teasing you, cutie.” You mused, and looked over at your friend whose face was beet red, and was probably on the urge of passing out as she spoke to Crosshair and Hunter, the lead guitarist and lead singer. “Shit- she's gonna pass out.” You grumbled, rushing away from Echo and towards your friend as she started wobbling back and forth before falling into your arms.

“whoop! there we go girl, settle.” You huffed, lifting her small frame up and over your shoulder with ease, using your arm to block any creeps from looking up her short skirt. “Well thank you for the wonderful backstage experience, love your music but i gotta get this girl in an ice bath.” You joked, looking over at Echo.

“I’ll call you sweetheart.” You stated, waving goodbye as the bouncer led you back out to the main concert hall. You brought your friend back to your shared apartment, and put her in her bed so she was comfortable when she woke up again, and in the meantime you made yourself a tea in the kitchen, almost forgetting about the paper in your pocket until it had fallen out.

You grabbed it, grinning as you sat down at the table in the kitchen area, putting the phone number in your contacts, opening up a new message chat.

–Y/n: ‘hey cutie <3’

was the first message you sent, followed by a keyboard typed heart after the word cutie. You then set your phone down, and just enjoyed your tea, not expecting a response right away, which had you excited.

-Echo The Cutie: ‘Hey, is your friend doing okay?’

was the reply from Echo, you chuckled, and quickly typed back.

–Y/n: ‘yeah she’ll be fine, resting in bed. What are you up to? still taking autographs?’

-Echo the cutie: ‘That's good, and no, I'm home now for the rest of the night…what about you?’

–Y/n: ‘sipping on some tea, relaxing… are you free tomorrow?’

-Echo the cutie: ‘yeah i'm free’

–Y/n: ‘good, meet me outside this place called mimi’s cafe at noon, it's a secluded place, not a lot of visitors. perfect for our first date <3’

A giggle left your lips, and you can feel the heart start to creep up on your face as you and Echo continued to text back and forth, he had agreed to the date, but even after that the conversation just kept flowing, and you flirted back and forth with each other until it was time to say goodnight.

The next day you had met up with him at the cafe you mentioned, and the date went smoothly. You and Echo had such an amazing conversation about music, and other hobbies and aspects of your life. He felt like he could be a normal person around you.

And you felt like you may have just found your forever person with the amount of things you had in common with him.

the date had led to many others, whenever he was in your city anyway. And when he was on tour he'd always call you every day, before and after his show’s, and when he couldn’t call you he was texting.

A relationship had bloomed in the months you had texted, and called and dated, and you even started to get to know his brothers too, and even got your friend one of their numbers, Crosshair you think his name was. She seemed happy, so you were happy too.

Being so bold and asking for Echo’s number was probably the best decision you had ever made.

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