The Mandalorian ~ Reader Inserts

Costume

Summary: Disneyland's characters in Galaxy's Edge always fascinated you, so what happens when your favorite Mandalorian comes into the picture.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3433

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The morning light made you scrunch up your eyes in displeasure as you opened your car door.

Finally reaching your destination of the parking lot for employees you resided in your favored spot of choice. Well it wasn't exactly your favorite to say but you always parked on the edge of the asphalt covered area, closest to one of the buildings that at mid-day would shade your treasured Kia Soul from the harsh rays of sun light.

Puffs of your warm breath fanned your face as the cold air chilled you to no ends. Every morning started like this monotonous routine. Get up, get dressed, drive barely thirty minutes here, and then get to work on your job.

But the cold mornings always made you slow. Joints creaking as you stood to your full hight with a silver-- sticker covered-- thermos of hot chocolate in hand.

Why is it always so cold?

Pulling your pink knitted beanie hat down further upon your (y/h/c) hair you close the door, locking the vehicle as you walked off toward the large grey building. With one backpack strap slung around your shoulder, you balance everything you had in your hands, car keys jingling with the numerous Disney keychains and beloved beverage sloshed about as you opened the back door.

Building 03 held all the costumes and props for all of the lands at the most happiest place on earth. From princesses to pirates to dwarves, all the dresses and swords were housed in this surprisingly warm establishment. Yawning you make your way to pick up the custom of your most beloved Star Wars character, Rey.

Her bubbly attitude and quick wit made you think she was strikingly similar to yourself. Almost like a carbon copy... just more famous... and pretty... and rich.

Going into the fresh and detergent smelling room you smile as you see our favorite person, "Matt! How's it going buddy." Turing away from the clipboard that seemed to be oh so fascinating he smiled.

His black glasses pinching up on his semi large nose. Curly blond tendrils fanning his forehead as he tried to push it out of his line of view. "(y/n)! Bright and early as always," smirking he tried to lean against the wall only to smack his head against the cream colored barrier.

"Smooth Matt, real smooth."

"Yeah, yeah. Let me go get your outfit, just finished pressing it this morning," stalking towards the back in his bright orange vest he always wore for some strange reason, you tried to contain your overly enthusiastic nerves.

True, this was a job, one that most people would look down upon. But this was your dream, ever since you were a little kid the allure of being one of those princesses made your face split into a cheek breaking grin.

Pilfering through your bag you find the little ID card that had to be scanned before you received the Rey outfit you cherished. "How's life been?"

Hearing more shuffling from the back of the overly large wardrobe he poked his head out, "Nothing much. Heard there was this new character they are adding to the roster. Know that show-- what was it-- Mandrine-- you probably know who it is..." scrunching his eyebrows in thought he tries to search for the name, "it's the guy that wears armor with a helmet. It's on DisneyPlus. Such a pain to clean to-"