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501st:

Rex

Fives

Echo

Kix

Jesse

Hardcase

Dogma

212th:

Cody

104th:

Wolffe

Bad Batch:

Hunter

Crosshair

Wrecker 

Tech

Coruscant Guard:

Fox

Others:

Jango Fett

Boba Fett

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[basura2319]

Hey!

I know it’s been ten months since I’ve posted and I have my reasons, but the point of this post is to give the news that I’m no longer going to be active on this blog :(

I have been struggling to write as of lately and I blame it on the slump going on in my life which has killed my motivation. Not only that, but I feel like I’m losing interest in writing for the fandom as a whole and it’s not good for me to force myself to write what I’m not interested in, instead of writing what I do want to write for. Therefore, I making my choice to not continue writing here, which is sad because there was so much I wanted to do for the clones, but as I said I have no interest anymore.

Instead of deleting the blog, I’ve decided to leave it up as an archive! (I can still see the activity here because this blog is connected to my main lol). I’m not taking any of my writing down incase some of you want to go back and reread them, plus my headcanons, which people seem to like the most, are on here and not cross-posted to my ao3.

I’m sorry if you requested something and I didn’t get to it. I know some of you did like 2 years ago and I’m so fucking sorry and I feel so bad for probably making people wait or giving them hope 😭. There’s one request I did finish, which was a Rex fic, that’s just sitting in my documents waiting to be posted lmao and I haven’t bc I feel so insecure abt it lol. I’ll probably post it someday to my ao3.

Lastly, if you made it this far, just know I appreciate you! I appreciate and love anybody who has interacted with me (even though I was horrible at interacting), reblogged or liked my posts, left comments. I want you to know that you all made it fun to be on here and i love you all so much 💕. I know it’s only a few that care about this blog since my hiatus, but it means so much to me, you have no idea! This blog will always be available to you.

ily💙

[basura2319]

Horror

Pairing: Jesse x gn!reader

WC: 2k

Warnings: not-beta read (lmao) watching a scary movie, mentions of death, *EXTRA SPOILER WARNINGS*: death of a character, violence, blood, nightmare

A/N: Here’s another Halloween fic I made! Enjoy!

Horror isn’t really your kind thing. Actually you were terrified by the genre, but when your boyfriend has been pestering you for days to watch one with him, all while flashing his puppy eyes, you begrudgingly give in knowing you would be uncomfortable. But you would set your fear aside because it’s something he likes. And of all the hours in the day, he chooses to do it at night.

“Are you sure you want to go through with this,” he teases. “You look like you’re ready to bolt.”

“I hate you,” you mutter, squirming to get comfortable on the couch.

“No you don’t,” he jabs a finger to your side making you giggle. “It won’t be so bad, you’ll see. Plus you have me in case you feel scared.”

You roll your eyes. “Shut up and play the holo.”

“What? I was being genuine,” he says, kissing your cheek. “Popcorn?” He offers you the bowl and you begin munching.

The intro begins and creepy music plays. You cringe when the first character meets their untimely death, a bludging to the head because of their curiosity.

You wish you could enjoy horror films, if it weren’t for your anxiously hyper-active mind, always making up scenarios of things you know could never happen to you while watching them. You're just itching to check the locks on all the doors and make sure all the curtains are completely shut on all the windows in the house.

Glimpsing Jesse, unfazed which makes sense given that he was a soldier and was used to seeing death, you find yourself fidgeting to hold his hand due to your nerves.

You shake your head. Don’t be ridiculous, it’s a movie and none of this will happen to you or Jesse. It’s all fiction, after all. How many times do you cross paths with a serial killer?

Engrossed in the film, you feel yourself tense when the a woman on the screen is scoping the house not realizing the killer is standing right behind her, raising his arm to—

“AHHH!”

You let out an ear-splitting shriek, swiveling around to find Jesse, shoulders shaking from his all consuming laughter at you being spooked.

“Asshole!” You bat at his arms repeatedly until he caught your hand to stop.

Catching your face contorting to an angry one he never had directed at him unless he really fucks up, he stops laughing and his eyes soften in concern.

“Sweetheart?”

You snatch your hand from his and scoot away, too angry and stupidly shaken to talk to him.

“Hey,” he says apologetically, moving closer so he could hold you to his chest. “I’m sorry for scaring you. I—it’s not funny, I know, but please don’t be mad.”

You lean back against him and sigh, chuckling quietly. “Don’t lie, you did find it funny.”

He presses kisses along the side of your neck. “It’s not when you're clearly upset because of me.”

He really does make it hard to be mad at him for more than thirty seconds.

“It’s okay, baby.” You peck his perfect lips. “Just don’t try to give me another heart attack again, okay?”

An hour passes and the movie ends. You know that sleep is out of the question now after this.

“Wow,” Jesse gets up to stretch. “That was…something.”

You force a smile, trying not to seem distressed in front of him.

“Yeah, it was,” you say, getting up to throw away the kernels of popcorn from the bowl, quickly before following Jesse closely and hurriedly upstairs to your shared room.

“Can I join you?” he wiggles his eyebrows from the bed.

You hum in thought. “No.”

“What? You’re still mad about the scare?” he exclaims, lips pouting at you.

“Maybe,” you say sweetly, before shutting the bathroom door, clamping down a laugh as you hear him grumbling.

Perhaps a warm shower would be enough for you to lull you to sleep. Pulling your clothes off and playing some music, you wait for the water to warm up before stepping into the shower. You don’t dare shut your eyes, but then feel foolish about it. You laugh. You’re getting yourself so worked up about a stupid movie. You let go of these intrusive thoughts and start cleaning up. Under the spray of water, you let out content sigh and for once, feeling relaxed as you sing along to the song that’s currently playing.

In the middle of singing to a particular verse, the song cuts off, then a gasp passes your lips when the lights go out.

“What the hell?” you scowl, turning off the shower.

Jesse.

He was probably messing with you.

“Jesse,” you shout, your voice bouncing from the tile walls. “Turn on the kriffing lights, damn you. I’m not playing!”

If Jesse heard you, he doesn’t make it known.

Huffing, you carefully open the shower door and step onto the carpet, blindly reach for the towel to dry off.

You open the bathroom door and are about to yell, but stop. The lights are off in the bedroom as well.

“Jesse?”

You move blindly around to flick the lights on. They didn’t turn on.

“Jesse, stop messing around! Where are you?” You reach for the bed, but there’s nobody there. “Jesse?” you whisper, still met with silence.

You turn on the lamp, nothing happens. Did the electricity go out throughout the entire house? But how? It’s not storming outside and it hasn’t stormed in Alderaan in so long. Maybe Jesse went downstairs to check the electricity box.

You replace your towel with a bathrobe that you fumble in the dark to find from one of the drawers of your dresser.

Sweat is beading along your forehead as you tread carefully to avoid bumping into things. You open the closet door and feel around for the flashlight you stored.

THUD!

You jump, almost dropping the device from the commotion coming from below. What the hell was that? You flick the flashlight on and the light beams over the room and as you suspect, Jesse is not here.

You’ll look for him, but what was that noise you heard? The light beams at the door, feeling your mouth dry at the thought of moving in the dark on your own. Stars, you’re being so irrational. Jesse probably knocked over something, but your mind can not help but to think of the worst.

You take a deep breath and pull the door to slide open since the buttons aren’t working. You force your numb legs to move, through the door and to the edge of the stairs, gripping your flashlight for dear life. You trek down, steadying yourself on the rail until you reach the last step. The air feels thick. You don’t why but you're suffocating, by your own fear no doubt and your heart feels like it’s gonna burst out your chest. You illuminate the light over the living room and see nothing.

“Jesse?” you call out.

You move along, ignoring the warning bells in your brain telling you that something wasn’t right. You hear no movement that suggests he is even in the house.

Something’s wrong, something’s wrong, something’s wrong the voice inside chants nonstop.

“Stop it,” you whisper to yourself. Nothing’s wrong, you're just frightened and overthinking—

From the kitchen, you hear a shuffle that has the hairs on your neck rising. Oh stars. You pass the living room slowly, surveying every inch of the room, then you do the same to the dining room and turn to the kitchen.

Your knees buckle.

Behind the kitchen island, the only thing you see, is an arm outstretched and—

“Oh my god!” you cry at the sight of the glaring, huge pool of blood leaking out from him—from Jesse.

You sink to the floor, clutching your chest, sobs wracking your body because how? Who did this to him? What the fuck was happening?

“Jesse,” you whimper, crawling to him, eyes swimming in tears as you continue to cry even harder when the flashlight falls on him, completely dead. He’s gone. Everything hurts so much and you're getting dizzy from hyperventilating.

Someone broke into your house.

You have to get help. Getting up on unsteady feet, you try to control your erratic breathing, looking around for a com and something to defend yourself with. A kitchen knife or—

Creak.

A chill runs down your spine. You feel it. Someone was behind you.

You freeze, every nerve in your body screaming at you to run, run and don’t look back. Instead of listening and running to the back door, you slowly turn around. You kriffing don’t want to, but you have to look.

You shakily raise the light in front of you.

A person. Face concealed beneath their hood, with their head cocked to the side as if amused at your clear grief and fear. Stars, they’re holding an axe stained with blood—Jesse’s blood, and they’re getting ready to pounce at you.

You step back, getting ready to run while they’re still several feet away.

“Why are you doing this? Why did you kill him?” you ask, sounding delirious to your own ears. “Who are you?”

The person says nothing, attaching their axe to their belt, then in a flash they make a dash for you.

You bolt, shrieking when they have you knocked to the floor and you let out a shout of pain at your back and head colliding with the floor harshly, knocking the air right out of you. Their entire weight is on top of you while you thrash to get out from under their hold, reaching over to punch or scratch at their face.

“Let go!” You scream, still trying to hit them. “Stop—”

They suddenly grab your wrists, their strength letting them pin them above your head no matter how hard you’re tugging them away. They keep your wrists held with one hand while the other reaches for the axe.

Your breathing quickens and you begin to shriek as they lift the weapon, with a clean strike to your—

“Hey, hey! Cyare, wake up!”

Your eyes snap open and you gasp.

The lights are on and you’re face to face with a confused, but concerned Jesse.

“Huh?” you sit up, befuddlement written on your face when you assess Jesse and your bedroom.

Your mouth feels dry, body clammy with sweat, heart thumping as if you ran a marathon, and face wet with tears.

“You were dreaming,” Jesse intervenes, watching you with worried eyes. “You scared the shit out of me when you started screaming. Here,” he hands you a bottle of water. “Drink.”

You take a couple of sips, but your lips start trembling and you burst into tears.

“You can talk to me, sweetheart,” he whispers, pulling you in so you can lay your head on his chest. He’s shirtless, but you welcome the skin-to-skin contact, his warmth, and his steady heartbeat, lulling you to calm down. “It’s okay, I’m here.”

You shut your eyes, scrunching your face at how real the dream felt. All of it looked so real. Seeing him dead—you couldn’t bear it. You can’t imagine experiencing that pain in real life. You nuzzle closer to him, not wanting to be apart from him.

So, you tell him everything in full detail.

You look up at his face, expecting him to laugh at your nightmare being linked to watching a horror holo when you finish talking, but he catches your eye with the most sincere look and holds you closer and you smile.

“I should’ve known you really didn’t like watching them. Kriff, I feel like an ass for scaring you on purpose, I’m so sorry,” he says, rubbing his hands up and down your back. “I wouldn’t have been upset if you told me you didn’t want to watch.”

“It’s Halloween! And I wanted to do something you liked for a change,” you say bashfully.

“That doesn’t matter to me, baby,” he clasps your hand with his and kisses your palm. “Your well-being is what’s important to me.”

You sigh. “I know, and I love you.”

Jesse can sometimes be a tease, but he really cares for you in every way.

“I love you too,” he echoes with a kiss to your hair. “Do you want me to stay up with you?”

“If it’s not a bother,” you answer worriedly.

“For you, never.”

A/N: thanks so much for reading folks!

Everything Taglist: (lmk if you’d like to be added/removed) @rogue-kenobi @mandaloriandin @kaminobiwan

[basura2319]

Haunted House

Pairing: Wrecker x gn!reader

WC: 1.4k

Warnings: basically two idiots being scared, fluff, haunted house/maze

A/N: Hello! So I know this is random but I wanted something for Halloween so I wrote this. It’s been awhile since I’ve uploaded anything so I’m nervous if people will like this, but I had fun writing this. Enjoy 🧡

You were absolutely buzzing with excitement.

As part of introducing Wrecker to his very first Halloween experience (now that he’s no longer fighting), you were dying to bring him to the Halloween festival as well as taking the month to do all things for this fun holiday.

You both decorated the apartment, Wrecker being a huge help placing items in places you couldn’t reach without needing a ladder and it made the process go by faster. Now you have more spiders, cobwebs, hanging bats, and ghosts hanging about more than you had prior.

And let’s not forget his first pumpkin carving, which was…a mess. Fun despite the chaos of having to clean up all the pumpkin guts. All because Wrecker thought it would be hilarious to throw the pulp around resorting to an all out throwing match. But hey, the carvings turned out cute and even though you were mad at him for dunking you in pumpkin guts, it all vanished at seeing his heartfelt expression over something he created with you.

Making a pass at the stands, your eyes brighten when you spot the thing that tops all activities at a Halloween festival.

“No way, there’s a haunted house! Wrecker, oh my god!” you squeal, tugging at his arm forcefully.

“Whoa, hey! Slow down,” he whines, letting you pull him knowing he can just stay planted on the ground and you wouldn’t be able to budge him on the count of his strength. “Let me finish eating my candy apple in peace.”

You snort watching him talking while trying to bite a chunk off. Stopping near the lines full of people, waiting to get in, you grin at the decorations and props that add the creepy allure to the house as well as the choice of music. Whoever was behind turning this house into the Halloween spirit really put a lot of thought into it.

“What’s with that dingy building?”

You chuckle, shaking your head at his bluntness. “It’s a haunted house! You go inside to get yourself scared shitless,” you answer.

“So people pay to get scared, willingly?” he asks, frowning in confusion.

Well that’s one way to put it. You shrug. “Yeah, basically.”

“What kind of person would want to do that?”

“Me,” you say airily. “And because it’s fun! It’s not a full Halloween experience until you go to a haunted house.”

It’s the weird thrill of getting scared and being on edge of the unknown, of what or who is lurking around the corner. As much as it would be fun to go, you can’t help but worry. You don’t want to be careless to drag Wrecker into a potentially stressful place that could trigger him.

As if reading your mind he takes your hand and guides you to the line.

“But Wrecker, this could—”

“It’s fine, I promise nothing’s gonna happen.”

You raise your brow at him and see his determined face trying to assure you.

“We don’t have to go through with it,” you say. “There are still plenty of other things we can do here.”

“I want to,” he says, ginning in that mischievous way you know all too well that means he won’t budge in backing out now.

You match his grin. “Well unless you’re really okay with it, then let’s do it!”

It took only about fifteen minutes before you made it to the front of the line.

“You two have fun in there,” croaks a man dressed up as a dead host, letting you both enter. “And try not to spill your blood on the floor.”

You give a huff of amusement at his words.

“Wha-what does he mean by that?” Wrecker babbles alarmingly at you.

You smother your laughter at his cuteness. “He’s just playing a role in the haunted house, that’s all.”

He bobs his head, but you can tell he’s wary of it.

You enter the doors and into the dimly lit hall, the lights occasionally flickering. Playing in the background, you hear, is the sound of howling winds and creaking. The doors suddenly slam harshly from behind, shutting you both in.

“Shit!” You both exclaim at the ruckus.

You chuckle nervously at each other, continuing down the hall.

“Need me to hold your hand, Wrecker?” you joke.

Although you can’t see his face clearly, you know that he’s putting on a brave front.

“Pfft no.”

“You sure? I don’t mind.”

“Still no.”

You pout knowing he can’t see it. “But what if I want you to hold my hand.”

He caves in at your sweet voice.

“Alright, if that’s what you—AH!”

His scream and sudden arms lifting you off the ground startles you into screaming as well.

“What? What is it?” you shout, gripping his shirt while locking your legs around his waist.

“Something just brushed up against my leg!”

“What—where?”

“I don’t—”

A door crashes open revealing what you think is a creepy clown (you could barely tell from the strobe lighting) jumping out ripping a cacophony of screams from you both. Wrecker almost drops you as he scurries along a corner to a seemingly deserted, but eerie hallway.

You can’t help but laugh at what just happened. “Wrecker?

“What?” He mumbles.

“I can’t believe you can get so scared easily,” you tease.

“Wha-so were you!”

“No!” you say taking mock offense. “Anyways, you can put me down now.”

“Fine,” he grumbles, setting you on your feet gently. “Don’t go jumping into my arms if you’re scared.”

“Excuse me, you’re the one that grabbed me because you were scared!”

“Because something touched my leg!” he exclaims.

You squish your face into his bicep, filled with immense love all because of him. “So you were protecting me?”

“Y-yes,” he mutters quietly.

You wish you could see how flushed his face is if it weren’t for the dim lighting.

“Thank you.”

He nudges you forward, the two of you cautious in looking around for potential jump scares. Failing immensely at the amount of times they actually get you, from jumping out doors, the furniture, and from corners. You don’t how many times you and Wrecker scream but it was hilariously an embarrassing amount.

None of you mind it though, because the laughter and teasing that comes after makes it all better.

“Okay I think we’re reaching the end,” you say cheerily, turning a corner.

“Thank goodness,” he sighs. “I don’t think my feet can take much more of you stepping on em’.”

“It was an accident! The guy jumped in front of me out of the blue!” you say indignantly. “And I said I was sorry multiple times.”

“You stepped on them twice.”

You huff. “You’re never gonna let this go, aren’t you?”

Wrecker chuckles gruffly, still holding you near him in case someone tries anything. He almost trips over when you suddenly stop.

“Oh stars,” you groan as you see someone dressed in a phantom garb standing at the end of the hall as if blocking the exit.

“It’s okay, I got you,” he says, wrapping an arm over your chest protectively.

You force your legs to move forward, pressing against Wrecker as if that was going to stop the person from potentially lunging at you. As you got closer, the person started to move in front of you, tauntingly grabbing at you and Wrecker causing you to yelp while the giant dragged you along, speed walking past them. You both break out into a run, shrieking each other's names in fright when the phantom begins chasing you down the hall and at last, you make it out the house.

“Kriffing hell,” Wrecker cackles, watching you clutch your stomach from laughing so hard.

“I can’t believe we did that!” you wheeze out, almost falling over and Wrecker having to keep you up right.

After a moment, you both manage to calm down and walk around the festival some more, feeling a bit tired from all the excitement. You find an empty bench and sit down, snuggling closer to Wrecker for warmth from the breeze.

“So,” you speak up. “That wasn’t too bad for you, I hope.”

He tilts his head to meet your eye. “It was fun! I get why people like it,” he responds, grinning as if recalling everything.

“I’m glad.”

He brushes your chin up with a finger, planting a kiss to your lips and letting them linger there for a beat longer. “Thank you, for this. I had a fun time,” he says. “Even if you did break some of my toes.”

You punch his arm and he barks out into laughter.

A/N: thanks so much for reading!

Main Taglist: (lmk if you’d like to be added/removed) @kaminobiwan @rogue-kenobi @mandaloriandin

[gjrain20-starwars-deactivated20]

Oh my goodness! I’ve only been to one haunted house but I kinda want to go to another one now!! This was fun and a great way to get into the spooky mood!!

[basura2319]

Tysm for your sweet comment!!!

[basura2319]

Haunted House

Pairing: Wrecker x gn!reader

WC: 1.4k

Warnings: basically two idiots being scared, fluff, haunted house/maze

A/N: Hello! So I know this is random but I wanted something for Halloween so I wrote this. It’s been awhile since I’ve uploaded anything so I’m nervous if people will like this, but I had fun writing this. Enjoy 🧡

You were absolutely buzzing with excitement.

As part of introducing Wrecker to his very first Halloween experience (now that he’s no longer fighting), you were dying to bring him to the Halloween festival as well as taking the month to do all things for this fun holiday.

You both decorated the apartment, Wrecker being a huge help placing items in places you couldn’t reach without needing a ladder and it made the process go by faster. Now you have more spiders, cobwebs, hanging bats, and ghosts hanging about more than you had prior.

And let’s not forget his first pumpkin carving, which was…a mess. Fun despite the chaos of having to clean up all the pumpkin guts. All because Wrecker thought it would be hilarious to throw the pulp around resorting to an all out throwing match. But hey, the carvings turned out cute and even though you were mad at him for dunking you in pumpkin guts, it all vanished at seeing his heartfelt expression over something he created with you.

Making a pass at the stands, your eyes brighten when you spot the thing that tops all activities at a Halloween festival.

“No way, there’s a haunted house! Wrecker, oh my god!” you squeal, tugging at his arm forcefully.

“Whoa, hey! Slow down,” he whines, letting you pull him knowing he can just stay planted on the ground and you wouldn’t be able to budge him on the count of his strength. “Let me finish eating my candy apple in peace.”

You snort watching him talking while trying to bite a chunk off. Stopping near the lines full of people, waiting to get in, you grin at the decorations and props that add the creepy allure to the house as well as the choice of music. Whoever was behind turning this house into the Halloween spirit really put a lot of thought into it.

“What’s with that dingy building?”

You chuckle, shaking your head at his bluntness. “It’s a haunted house! You go inside to get yourself scared shitless,” you answer.

“So people pay to get scared, willingly?” he asks, frowning in confusion.

Well that’s one way to put it. You shrug. “Yeah, basically.”

“What kind of person would want to do that?”

“Me,” you say airily. “And because it’s fun! It’s not a full Halloween experience until you go to a haunted house.”

It’s the weird thrill of getting scared and being on edge of the unknown, of what or who is lurking around the corner. As much as it would be fun to go, you can’t help but worry. You don’t want to be careless to drag Wrecker into a potentially stressful place that could trigger him.

As if reading your mind he takes your hand and guides you to the line.

“But Wrecker, this could—”

“It’s fine, I promise nothing’s gonna happen.”

You raise your brow at him and see his determined face trying to assure you.

“We don’t have to go through with it,” you say. “There are still plenty of other things we can do here.”

“I want to,” he says, ginning in that mischievous way you know all too well that means he won’t budge in backing out now.

You match his grin. “Well unless you’re really okay with it, then let’s do it!”

It took only about fifteen minutes before you made it to the front of the line.

“You two have fun in there,” croaks a man dressed up as a dead host, letting you both enter. “And try not to spill your blood on the floor.”

You give a huff of amusement at his words.

“Wha-what does he mean by that?” Wrecker babbles alarmingly at you.

You smother your laughter at his cuteness. “He’s just playing a role in the haunted house, that’s all.”

He bobs his head, but you can tell he’s wary of it.

You enter the doors and into the dimly lit hall, the lights occasionally flickering. Playing in the background, you hear, is the sound of howling winds and creaking. The doors suddenly slam harshly from behind, shutting you both in.

“Shit!” You both exclaim at the ruckus.

You chuckle nervously at each other, continuing down the hall.

“Need me to hold your hand, Wrecker?” you joke.

Although you can’t see his face clearly, you know that he’s putting on a brave front.

“Pfft no.”

“You sure? I don’t mind.”

“Still no.”

You pout knowing he can’t see it. “But what if I want you to hold my hand.”

He caves in at your sweet voice.

“Alright, if that’s what you—AH!”

His scream and sudden arms lifting you off the ground startles you into screaming as well.

“What? What is it?” you shout, gripping his shirt while locking your legs around his waist.

“Something just brushed up against my leg!”

“What—where?”

“I don’t—”

A door crashes open revealing what you think is a creepy clown (you could barely tell from the strobe lighting) jumping out ripping a cacophony of screams from you both. Wrecker almost drops you as he scurries along a corner to a seemingly deserted, but eerie hallway.

You can’t help but laugh at what just happened. “Wrecker?

“What?” He mumbles.

“I can’t believe you can get so scared easily,” you tease.

“Wha-so were you!”

“No!” you say taking mock offense. “Anyways, you can put me down now.”

“Fine,” he grumbles, setting you on your feet gently. “Don’t go jumping into my arms if you’re scared.”

“Excuse me, you’re the one that grabbed me because you were scared!”

“Because something touched my leg!” he exclaims.

You squish your face into his bicep, filled with immense love all because of him. “So you were protecting me?”

“Y-yes,” he mutters quietly.

You wish you could see how flushed his face is if it weren’t for the dim lighting.

“Thank you.”

He nudges you forward, the two of you cautious in looking around for potential jump scares. Failing immensely at the amount of times they actually get you, from jumping out doors, the furniture, and from corners. You don’t how many times you and Wrecker scream but it was hilariously an embarrassing amount.

None of you mind it though, because the laughter and teasing that comes after makes it all better.

“Okay I think we’re reaching the end,” you say cheerily, turning a corner.

“Thank goodness,” he sighs. “I don’t think my feet can take much more of you stepping on em’.”

“It was an accident! The guy jumped in front of me out of the blue!” you say indignantly. “And I said I was sorry multiple times.”

“You stepped on them twice.”

You huff. “You’re never gonna let this go, aren’t you?”

Wrecker chuckles gruffly, still holding you near him in case someone tries anything. He almost trips over when you suddenly stop.

“Oh stars,” you groan as you see someone dressed in a phantom garb standing at the end of the hall as if blocking the exit.

“It’s okay, I got you,” he says, wrapping an arm over your chest protectively.

You force your legs to move forward, pressing against Wrecker as if that was going to stop the person from potentially lunging at you. As you got closer, the person started to move in front of you, tauntingly grabbing at you and Wrecker causing you to yelp while the giant dragged you along, speed walking past them. You both break out into a run, shrieking each other's names in fright when the phantom begins chasing you down the hall and at last, you make it out the house.

“Kriffing hell,” Wrecker cackles, watching you clutch your stomach from laughing so hard.

“I can’t believe we did that!” you wheeze out, almost falling over and Wrecker having to keep you up right.

After a moment, you both manage to calm down and walk around the festival some more, feeling a bit tired from all the excitement. You find an empty bench and sit down, snuggling closer to Wrecker for warmth from the breeze.

“So,” you speak up. “That wasn’t too bad for you, I hope.”

He tilts his head to meet your eye. “It was fun! I get why people like it,” he responds, grinning as if recalling everything.

“I’m glad.”

He brushes your chin up with a finger, planting a kiss to your lips and letting them linger there for a beat longer. “Thank you, for this. I had a fun time,” he says. “Even if you did break some of my toes.”

You punch his arm and he barks out into laughter.

A/N: thanks so much for reading!

Main Taglist: (lmk if you’d like to be added/removed) @kaminobiwan @rogue-kenobi @mandaloriandin

[storybookprincess]

i know it’s been said before, but it bears repeating: a big, big part of maintaining your confidence & self esteem as a creator is fully embracing the concept of “you don’t have to be good like them.  you can be good like you.”

for example, i’m not someone who’s particularly good at coming up with complex, elaborate plots or incredibly unique ideas.  it’s just not how i choose to write.  and it would be easy for me to look at someone with an elaborate, super unique plot & decide that because i don’t write like that, i’m not a good writer.  after all, unique plots are good, and my writing lacks those, so my writing must not be good, right?  well, no, actually.  i just have different strengths, like taking a simple premise & digging super deep into its emotional depths.  that’s what i do well & it isn’t any better or worse than people who do elaborate world building or come up with really creative and unexpected plots.

your writing is never going to be all things to all people.  it just isn’t.  inevitably, you’ll have to make creative choices that favor certain aspects of writing over others.  there is truly no getting around that & it’s honestly a good thing, because it means you’ve developed your own style.  but you’ll always encounter other creators who posses strengths that you don’t.  it doesn’t mean one is better than the other or that your writing isn’t good enough. 

comparing yourself like that would be like taking a piece of pizza & a cupcake & going “oh no, that cupcake is so sweet & my pizza isn’t sweet at all.” or “gosh, the garlic crust on that pizza is delicious and my cupcake doesn’t have ANY garlic.”  obviously your pizza isn’t sweet.  obviously your cupcake doesn’t have garlic.  a food can’t have every single delicious flavor at once.  the cupcake is good like a cupcake.  the pizza is good like a pizza.  so you don’t have to be good like them.  you can be good like you.

[basura2319]

Finish the gosh darn request! (Lovingly)

Thank you for the encouragement ❤️ even if I didn’t punch in any words today lol

[basura2319]

I need someone to yell at me to finish this request ong

[prettyboyskywalker-archive]

What is this? 

This is a celebration challenge for my 500 follower milestone! Literally what?? You all are amazing and I’m so thankful for each and every one of you, especially for putting up with me 😂. Anyway, to take some writing off my hands, I wanted to have YOU partake in this writing challenge so I can follow some more writers and read your interpretations of these prompts. Some of these prompts, such as the dialogue ones, were thought of by yours truly but for the most part, they are compiled from other Tumblr postings.

Rules

You do NOT need to be following me to enter, but more clan members are always welcome! 

Please like this post but you do not need to reblog— though, feel free to d0 so– it helps spread the word! 

There is absolutely no deadline! Please do not stress over this, it’s meant to be fun and encourage creativity. 

That being said, PLEASE tag me when you do publish your fic, making sure to note you’re participating in “Prettyboyskywalker’s Big Tropey Challenge”. Please feel free to also use the tags #usercaty and #clan dinui.

No word minimum or limit. 

Open to any fandom, though I am most interested in Star Wars and Marvel. PLEASE DO NOT SUBMIT ANY KYLO REN X READER, KYLO REN X REY, OR ANYTHING KYLO REN. I will not read it and it will not be part of the masterlist. I am personally okay with real person fiction as long as it’s done respectfully. Your fic can be reader insert x character/person, original character x character/person, or for a ship such as Luke x Din. 

Smut is acceptable but PLEASE NO non-con/dub-con, incest, or pedophilia. Please use warnings for your fics accordingly, stating everything in your smut at the beginning of your fic. 

Please include relevant warnings and trigger warnings at the beginning of your fic, too. Please use the “read more” feature after 500 words or so. 

Please, PLEASE  use proper grammar, spelling, and punctuation. Most of us are amateur writers, but I’m telling you now, mixing up “your” and “you’re” or “definitely” and “defiantly” for example, will turn me off of reading fan fiction. I totally understand for some writers, English may be a second language or grammar isn’t your strong suit, so please let me know if I can help look over your writing if you do not have someone to edit for you. I’ll be more than happy to do so. 

How To Enter 

All you have do is send me the prompt you would like in my inbox or private messaging. This will be on a first come first serve basis and I will try to be on top of crossing off prompts as they are requested, but please be ready to give me your second choice if your first is taken. There are 50 prompts so I think there will be plenty to go around! 

All writings will be compiled in a masterlist titled “Prettyboyskywalker’s Big Tropey Challenge Masterlist- Writing by YOU” 

Please let me know if you have any questions, AT ALL! Happy writing!!! 

without further ado, prompts and tropes will be below the cut :)

Keep reading

[basura2319]

Can I request 🚙 with wrecker? I really liked the other ones you did with wrecker and tech.

Hi, I’m glad you liked the other headcanons under these emoji prompts. Unfortunately, these prompts were from a celebration I did because I hit a follower milestones last year and therefore don’t do them anymore. But there might me another follower milestone celebration 👀 when I finish this semester which is like really soon! Stay tuned if you’re interested in any of it! 💙

[isabellestone]

Reasons to keep writing

No one else is gonna tell that story.

You know what’s even more gratifying than having people like your work? Finishing it. 

To show your readers something in a new light.

To show yourself something in a new light.

To understand other peoples point of view.

To help your readers understand other points of view.

To help your readers get through a tough time.

To help readers understand their tough time. 

To make a reader feel represented. 

Because you can’t let the haters win. 

Because you’ll only get better if you carry on.

Because it makes you happy.

Because it makes you sad.

Because, inherently, writing comes with the ability to create emotions from thin air,

And that is magical. 

[if reposting to Instagram please credit @isabellestonebooks]

[basura2319]

I know I’m not active on here anymore and I’m sorry that I’m not doing so well and it’s hindering my ability to write.

However, I still like to try to put out content and thank you for your support, that the fact you would still read and comment on my works knowing I’m no at good running a blog lmao.

I have passed 350 followers and have no idea how or why and i would like to celebrate. If you all think it’s a good idea, I would like to make a list of soulmate au tropes and let you decide which character you’d like me to write for that specific trope.

For example: tattoo/mark soulmate trope for Wolffe.

I’ve never written anything regarding any soulmate au’s but I think this would be fun to do. Mind you, I haven’t forgotten about requests people still haven’t gotten, but they will be posted!

Please let me know your thoughts! I love you all and please take care!!!!💙💙💙💙

[rogue-kenobi]

Reunion [Jango Fett x Reader]

~Summary: Jango returns to the Reader, with important news about a new addition to their family of two. 

~A/N: Okay, so I’ve not published a fic in a long time, so my writing might be a little rusty! However, I hope you enjoy this fluff. Tagged with Boba because of the context of the fic! :)

~Word count: 1,535

~Fanfiction Masterlist~

Coruscant. The only place you had ever known; the place you called home. An exasperated sigh escaped your lips as you gazed out across the balcony of your small, humble apartment. It was a sight to behold, the towering skyscrapers and the view of the speeder-filled traffic that passed below you. Night had fallen fast upon the vibrant city, the sky looming with bright, brilliant pearls of light. It was enough to ignite the heart of anyone who witnessed such a dazzling array of lights and spectacle. But not you, not tonight. Tonight you couldn’t shake the sharp ache that you felt deep within your chest, a feeling that wasn’t disappearing no matter how hard you tried. You’d attempted every distraction you could, whether it was taking a long walk amongst the darkened streets of the city, listening to your favourite music, or watching a trashy holo-drama on the HoloNet; but they all failed. No, your mind was on him. 

One man. A uniquely special man, however. A man who’d stolen your heart as if there was a bounty on it. But, he was gone. He’d often disappear, sometimes for a day, sometimes for a week, perhaps even longer. He’d tell you it was for his work, so he could provide for you, keep you safe. Yet, you’d give that all up in a heartbeat just to have his presence beside you. Just to feel his touch, to feel his strong arms holding you close at night. Instead, you’d spend most nights alone. Cold, and aching for him to be there with you. Tonight was no exception.

You’d realised that your mind had started to wander, as you shook your head slowly, trying to rid yourself of the thoughts contained within. It’d been at least a month since you’d last seen him, and each time he left, you couldn’t help but wonder whether it’d be the last time you’d see him. He told you not to have such thoughts, but you couldn’t help it. As different as you were, you’d grown to care for him on a deep level. The idea of him being in danger, or worse hurt, was enough to set every nerve in your body on edge. Still, you knew that if he realised you were worrying, that he’d be grumpy with you. He’d tell you to trust in his abilities, and to trust that he’d always find his way back to you. And you believed him, as hard as it was to acknowledge at times, especially when he’d been away for as long as he had been on this occasion.

Keep reading

[basura2319]

HOLLY THIS WAS SO GOOD 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I missed your writing so much and it’s not at all rusty ❤️

[basura2319]

your Fives “everywhere” oneshot is so good! It literally made me cry,Fives is my favorite clone , you should do another fic like this but fives is actually alive at the end 😭

Hmm...

Maybe it could happen? 👀 when I’m not in a spiral that is lmaooo

I’m glad you thought it was good and sorry for making you cry or am I?

[basura2319]

Hello!!! I just found your blog and followed immediately haha 😊 I love your writing! I was wondering if you have a tag list could I please be added to it? (I can't send asks from my sideblog but I'm @mandaloriandin)

Awww thank you!!! I’ll add you to my permanent tag list, unless you’d like to added to a tag list under a specific character, then lmk.

Also idk what is up with my ask box because I’m not recieving notification of asks people send in? Idk what it up with that, but if y’all have sent in an ask and I haven’t answered it, I’m sorry. Idk why tumblr is being like this 🤦‍♀️

[basura2319]

Anonymous said:

“Might I request “Why did you choose me?” for Rex if it hasn’t been done yet? Thank you so much! I can’t get enough of your writing! 😍😍😍”

Pairing: Rex x gn!reader

WC: 903 (I think)

Warnings: slight angst but overall, fluff!

A/N: sorry for my absence everyone :/

Anyone could see how enamored Rex was when it came to you.

He currently had that goofy smile plastered onto his face watching you do something as small as washing dishes, which was what you were currently doing.

Rex was incredibly lucky to have you in his life, more than you could ever know. He’d felt guilty at times for it though.

There was this feeling—he couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but at times he felt like he was weighing you down somehow. Like he’s putting a pause on your life for him, and he felt bad.

You always made time for him, waiting for his hand and foot for him when he came back from a battle. You’d take care of him like no other. Cooking for him. Cleaning his armor without him asking, then him telling you not to but you insisting anyway because you’re so beautifully stubborn. You stayed up in the dead of night just to give him a warm welcome home because you’re so caring. He never took any of it for granted. Your love for him was something he would perhaps never encounter again, he was sure of it. Which is why he made sure to cling onto it for as long as you both were capable.

Yet it was this stigma that wouldn’t leave him alone. He wanted to give you more. He wanted to give you all of him, but it was not possible in his line of work. All he craved was to be there with you always, not be halfway across the galaxy away from you.

You had dreams of your own, and he felt he was holding you back or he couldn’t fulfill them, and it pained him.

“You’re thinking too loudly, Rex,” you murmured lowly, watching him try to focus on what was on the Holo TV.

His gorgeous brown eyes fell onto yours in wariness.

“How so?”

You scooched on the bed to get closer to him, tracing his nose with your finger. “I think I’ve known you enough to know when something’s troubling you,” you said thoughtfully.

He sighed heavily, burrowing his face along your hand to savor the softness, so different from his roughness.

Rex took a moment to gather his feelings, debating on whether he should broach the subject or not.

“Well, are you going to tell me?” you pushed lightly, making sure you smiled at him to ease his discomfort. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“Why did you choose me?” Rex blurted out in haste.

Your hand froze against his face in shock at his question.

“What do you mean ‘why did I choose you’?” you said in concern, sitting up to meet his eye. “You’re such an amazing, loving, sweet, caring, and not to mention the most handsome man I’ve ever had the pleasure to call mine.”

He looked sheepishly at you.

“Okay, what really brought this question, my love?” you kissed his cheek, before holding his hand.

He squeezed your hand. “I just...” he hesitated. “I feel like, I don’t know. Like I’m weighing you down.”

“No,” you shook your head. “First of all, you’re not weighing me down, honey. Secondly, why do you think that?” you asked, the tone of your voice sounding slightly hurt. “Did I do something to make you feel like—”

“No, no, no! Absolutely not!” he said rapidly. No, he did not want you to think you did something wrong. He placed his arms around your waist to pull you in his embrace, kissing the crown of your head after.

“Then why?” you questioned softly.

“It just—It just...I see that you have these dreams—you know, about moving out Coruscant, and among other things,” he continued to ramble. “And well, am I not holding you back from those things by being with me?”

Your lips parted in surprise.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen to me after all of this is over, and I don’t want you to give up everything because of me when I have nothing to give.”

“Rex,” you murmured faintly, kissing along his jawline. “You’ve given me everything.” Kiss. “You’ve given me so much happiness.” Kiss. “Your love.” Kiss. “Time from your leave to see me when you don’t have to.” Kiss. “A reason to smile through all my struggles.” You kissed his lips. “So you see, I will continue to put my dreams and goals on hold because they would all be meaningless if you’re not a part of it.”

His eyes turned glossy, closing them for a moment so as to not cry in front of you from your words. He dove forward capturing your lips, to taste the sweetness of them, to relish in the warmth that courses through his veins each time a gasp fell from your mouth. A gasp that held his name, like a song.

His grip on your neck and on your hip, was desperate, as if you—as if all of this—would slip away from him if he didn’t hold on.

With one final nip at your lips he stopped, panting against the crook of your neck. None of you said a word, and it wasn’t needed.

He understood now that the insecurities he voiced earlier were just that, insecurities. You loved him unconditionally, and you were willing to wait for the day he could commence those dreams with you.

Tag lists: (lmk if you’d like to be added/removed)

Permanent tag list: @rogue-kenobi @kaminobiwan

Rex taglist: @pinkiemme

[thewriterswitch]

My writer brain: Write something

Me: Which wip?

My writer brain: None of them.

Me: Do you have a new wip idea?

My writer brain: No

Me: Then what am I supposed to write?

My writer brain: Write something