Misfits (ekko x reader)

XLIX.

Author's note: I'm back with more content!! I know left you on kind of a cliffhanger and than this chapter's probably gonna be dissapointing for a lot of you, but then again, this is supposed to be slow burn (I never wrote a fanfiction b4 so if it doesn't feel like slow burn, I'm sorry ToT) Anyways, also my apologies for not posting last week, I ran out of pre-written chapters and didn't feel like writing, BUT, I did get my motivation back so here we are!! enjoy the chapter and have an amazing day<3

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"What do you mean he told you?"
Your somewhat horrified and mildly perturbed expression resting on your face as Scars words set into your mind.
"Well, to be perfectly candid, he didn't need to tell me, since Ekko's like the only person you hang out with, besides the kids, and I really doubt that you'd feel the need to ask about something you're feeling towards children."
"Okay, first of all, I do not only hang out with Ekko and the kids! I have a lot of friends here!"
You furrowed your brows and folded your arms in front of your chest, faking being insulted and scrunching your face.
"Uh huh, okay, and second of all?"
"I haven't figured that one out yet."
Scar chuckled quietly at your statement and shook his head, the smile still lingering on the man's lips.
"Look, I know you probably made your choice carefully..."
He started to say as you murmured "No not really" under your breath but stayed listening to his sentence.
"But honestly, I'm not the best person for this talk, I have my kids and all, but I think you'd find more help in someone closer to your age."
"I thought you were close to my age though."
The man gave you a confused look and tilted his head slightly.
"[Reader] you do realize that I'm about ten years older than you, do you?"
"YOUR WHAT"

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"Or maybe it'd be best just to talk with Ekko you know?"
"Yeah, but how do I do that? What would I even ask him?"
The girl who helped you in the kitchen that one time, and who you learned was called Lyra became your second victim.
"Uh I guess you could just get him slightly drunk and then ask whatever or just start talking with him, Ekko always tends to spill his guts when he's drunk or high from my personal experience."
You nodded in acknowledgement and thought back to the one night when the council blew up, and you and Ekko had your little drinking session on his balcony.
"I mean, there was this one time when we were both drunk, and he told me I was pretty or something."
"What are we even talking about here then?? I really, genuinely doubt he's not into you."
Lyra said and rolled her eyes and you could literally feel the blood rushing to turn your cheeks red.

"Look, I don't know you all that well and shit, but I never thought that you'd be a coward."
"I'M NOT A COWARD"
"Yeah? GO TALK TO HIM THEN DUDE."
You sighed and let out a little whiny sound.
"He's busy repairing my hoverboard right now, I'm not gonna bother him."
"You broke it again?"
Lyra chuckled and shook her head, fixing her eyes back onto the dinner in making, skillfully cutting up some root vegetables, as the sound of a knife hitting the cutting board repetitively accompanied their words.
"Ehh you know, shit happens."
You replied and rolled your eyes lightheartedly, not that Lyra could see it anyway.
"Not so sure about that, it's more like you're just really careless, or you've made it your own personal goal to ruin your board as much as possible."
The girl teased you back and scraped the cut up vegetable into a pot of boiling water with some other stuff getting cooked in it already.

You had to admit, even if this girl was brutally honest sometimes and could be more of an acquired taste, she was good company, especially if she was cooking. With her in the kitchen, the whole atmosphere of the room felt so comfortable. The smell of the food being cooked mixed with the light banter coming from Lyra and yellow sunlight seeping into the room could even challenge the evening chats with Ekko on that billboard on Faes street.
"Hey no fair, I swear I'm not doing it on purpose."
"How about you take some responsibility finally and own up to your actions huh?"
Even if you didn't want to, you had to admit they were right.
"Whatever, don't worry your pretty head about it, come here and help me. I'm in a good mood and feel like actually teaching you stuff."
"Oh really? So you've finally taken a liking to me?"

"Don't... Don't make me change my mind."
Lyra threatened, but deep down you knew she would hold true to her word. So without much of a second thought you pushed yourself off of the ground and joined them at her side. And after a few minutes you were filled with new information regarding what spices go well together, how much to stir when cooking different foods, and man did you regret not having something to write all of this down into. You had to hand it to her, they knew a lot about food. The sunlight started to slowly disappear and the food looked and smelled better and better with each passing minute. You couldn't wait to eat it. The Undercity isn't exactly known for its cuisine, and the resources down here are somewhat scarce too, but this girl was a magician when it came to cooking. Now you finally understood why they spend most of her time in the kitchen.