B Is The Reason Why Your A Good Story Teller. Nobody With Half A Brain Cell Wants A Bland Story

B is the reason why your a good story teller. Nobody with half a brain cell wants a bland story

I have realized two very important things about myself

A) I am a natural storyteller

B) I am also hella dramatic.

I needed this today

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you felt yourself get worse again.

all that work towards getting better is just broken down by a day of inconvenience.

you knew this would happen, too late to stop the cycle in motion already.

you dreaded nights, especially nights like these. voices too loud in your pounding head, eyes red, throat burning, and body limp.

nights where you contemplated a world without your own presence.

it didn't help that you had someone right next to you that loved you enough for the both of you.

your heart hurt as you stood up in bed, tired from another sleepless night.

was this okay? am i okay? you asked yourself silently as you looked at the sleeping figure next to you with heavy eyes.

he looked so peaceful, so content at where he is right now that you envied him. oh, how you wished that your mind was at peace, no worries, no nothing but the universe can be cruel sometimes.

you stepped out of bed to get a glass of water, maybe i'll never be okay, you sighed. It was so surreal to think that someone could love you the way he did, especially when you thought that you weren't capable of love, not of loving but of being loved. Your chest tightened as you let out a soft sob holding the kitchen counter; you felt guilty, guilty for feeling like this, especially when you had nothing to complain about. how dare you cry? how dare you feel sad when you have everything you need? how dare you feel sorry for yourself? you felt selfish, selfish for pitying yourself, selfish for wanting. to escape this hellhole. you don't know why you cried but the tears helped.

you didn't mean to wake him up.

you didn't expect him to watch you from the doorway.

you felt mad at yourself for bothering him.

you felt disgusted at yourself for seeking his love and warmth, his pity.

but as he moved towards you, quietly as he could, and wrapped his arms around you, you didn't want him to let go.

i'm sorry, you thought to yourself. im sorry. im sorry. im sorry. im sorry. imsorry. imsorry.imsorry.imsorry.imsorry.

he held you like he understood your pain.

he held you like its the last thing he was doing.

he held you like a child seeking comfort.

he held you until you were done.

"you're going to be okay, baby, you're going to be okay."

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Why do I do this to myself 😭😭

Crosshair x GN!Reader Drabble: There were many days where the band almost burned the skin of your fingers. Memories dripping, love and pain all the same. For him, it was strange. Foggy memories that he didn’t know if he would ever quite reach.

Genre: Haha, wanted to write some fluff, and then I ended up with angst instead. There’s like a tiny amount of fluff, and then it gets blindsided instantly by the angst, oops.

Warnings: Angst, established relationship, but not much else (talks about marriage and mentions wedding rings, in case anyone doesn’t like to read that content).

Word Count: 1,064 words, 5,711 characters

*Disclaimer: I do not own anything relating to the Star Wars universe, nor do I own anything relating to the Clone Wars universe. I do not own any characters, places, or things unless they are of my own creation.*

Picture is from @dinbeskarbaby

Words italicized are flashbacks

(This is proofread)

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I love you. Very much. I miss you. Very much. I hope I see you again someday. Maybe soon, perhaps? - Moons

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> Forever, But Not Always <

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The ring reminded you of everything. Or nothing at all.

It burned through your fingers, leaving an imaginary scar in the shape of the band that you had worn for so long on your finger. The stone glaring menacingly in the light that reflected off it. You tried to ignore it, but it was there.

Always.

He had given it to you when you had least expected it. The Marauder had been stationed on Kashyyyk, the forests surrounding the ship in lush green trees and wildlife far beyond your knowledge. He had told you there was a surprise. Blindfolded eyes, excited smiles, knots in stomachs. He had guided you, even chuckled and rolled his eyes at your attempts to figure out what he could have planned for you.

…

“It’s not my birthday…” You trailed off, still pondering on what could be waiting for you just behind the folds of the cloth that were draped on your eyes. A warm chuckle settled into your ears, a shudder repressed on your part.

“No. Do you really think I would forget your birthday?” It was your turn to laugh, shaking your head as fingers still guided you up a slope.

“Of course not. Then again…”

“Oh hush now, mesh’la. We’re almost there anyway.” You felt your grin grow, excitement and nerves fluttering in your stomach. This was something different. You knew that whatever he had planned, it was not ordinary, and it would surely be something that would warm your heart.

For whatever reason, you just couldn’t pinpoint what “it” was.

Warm fingers left yours, but they came behind your head to where the knot of the blindfold had been.

“Okay, are you ready?” You only nodded, too excited in the moment to really voice your opinion.

From where you stood, you could see the sun setting. He had brought you to see the sunset.

It was glowing, shining so bright that even though it looked far away, it almost touched you in warmth. Blush painted itself quite close to the sun, but then it faded softly into tangerine. Peachy tones and golden hues followed, on display for the whole planet to see.

Crosshair was closed off. Stoic. It came with being the one who had to stay behind, the one who took on grueling tasks in the field. He was the one who had to have everyone’s back, even though it felt like no one had his sometimes.

You changed that. You, filled with hope and passion. You, quiet and soft. You, practically dominating his beating heart with dreams of the future yet to come. You had nestled yourself in his mind, slowly breaking down the walls. Not with a hammer or a pickaxe, but with a love that held deep and true.

It was a clearing of his throat that had pulled you from your reflections. It was a turn of your head to the noise that had altered the course of your relationship with him forever.

He was never good with words, but you didn’t need him to be.

One knee, arms positioned, hands holding the one thing you had long dreamed to see one day gracing his fingers gently.

It was silver, and made of wire. It was bent into the shape that would fit your finger, and a stone perched between the wrap of the wire. It shone white and crystallized, the sunset reflecting little rainbows off it.

The pooling of adoration was the first thing you registered in your heart, followed by something you couldn’t quite discern in the wake of this moment.

“I-”

“Yes.” He stared up at you, a blink or two going by, a wide smile that was rare in itself adorning his cheeks at your quick response.

“I haven’t even asked yet.” You only smiled back at him.

“I don’t need you to. I already know my answer.”

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It was months later when it finally became true and real. Surrounded by the rest of the Batch, it was quaint, but no one really minded. Tech officiating, and Hunter standing right beside Cross. Wrecker standing opposite, handkerchief in hand as sniffles sounded from the man. Echo linked to you, a look of pride over the fact that you had chosen him to lead you down the aisle.

You were the center of attention though. Radiating only love and affection, Hunter could feel the waves of happiness that stirred inside you. It was almost like you were seeing Crosshair for the first time again when you finally arrived at the altar.

He was bathed in a new light this time. Peace spreading over his face, a smile appearing at the sight of you.

It was perfect…

Perfect could only last for so long.

Now all you felt was an emptiness. A hole that wouldn’t go away, but grew in size as you went longer and longer without the man you had deemed to be the one person who knew everything about you, and still loved you all the same.

Running from the Empire did nothing to ease your worries, but it distracted you from the grief that still swirled terribly in your mind. It gave you something to put your effort into, instead of focusing on what you had lost.

The ring reminded you of a lot of things. There is sat on your finger, stone still reflecting rainbows when the light would hit it just right.

You just couldn’t decide if the memories were enough to keep the heartbreak at bay.

It meant everything, and nothing at all.

…

He didn’t know what it was. It was silver and it was on his ring finger, but he didn’t know why he would have it.

The silver of it would glint in the light of the facility, and it almost caused a feeling of sorrow when he would gaze upon it at night all alone.

The ring reminded him of a lot of things.

Foggy memories he couldn’t quite get through, feelings of love surrounding them. He really didn’t know what to make of the band on his finger. It did not burn, nor did it leave an imaginary scar.

He didn’t understand why you came to his head every time he looked at it.

There was only one thing that kept going through his mind.

Only one.

“Always.”

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THE BAD BATCH SPOILERS!!!

CROSSHAIR

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So Imperial Tech story is growing in my brain and I have to share this scene with everyone!

"Wait...is that...TECH?!" Wrecker asked his eyes wide as their brother walked in in matte black armor.

"Tech?" Hunter asked, tension across his shoulders as more shock troopers filed in and surrounded the launch bay.

"You must realize how foolish this endeavor is, Hunter," Tech said, his voice as cold as Kamino rain. "Statistically speaking, without my aide, Clone Force 99 has less than a forty percent chance of surviving off of Kamino and without my help."

"You're not coming with us?" Crosshair asked, his Firepuncher ready but aimed at the ceiling.

"That statistic is if I do not follow my orders and hunt you down to bring you to justice for desertion and betrayal to the Empire." Tech snapped, eyes going to Crosshair. "I will be following my orders, should you leave. That brings your survival percentage to less than 13 percent. And with a child? Less than three."

"You're really going to do this, Tech? You have no issues with what Rampart tried to order us to do?!" Hunter bellowed, glaring at his little brother; or whoever was standing in Tech's body.

"We were built and designed not only to follow orders, but also to have the highest success rate on missions in the former Grand Army of the Republic. The republic is now the Empire for the safety of all beings in the galaxy. You cannot fight your nature, Hunter. Without the Empire you will die."