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So what is this!? 🤷🏽‍♀️ What is this, me and Wrecker and his soul-soothing and back-cracking hugs, drawing and talking about 😂 So today you get one of my favorite Wrecker hugs and my first drawing of the one and only Captain Rex and finally… TECH 😎

Sorry, but not sorry – you have to deal with my interpretation of his hair, because I love to draw wavy hair ☺️

Have a look on the portait details! I really like to know, what Echo, Hunter and Tech are thinking in this moment. Let me know, what do you guess?

In my opinion, Echo smirks because this is maybe the first time his captain looks small 😂

Poor Rex 😁 Never gets used to hugs and maybe bone-crashing is a hurting thing too… 😀

This frame might be my favorite in this piece 😄🙏🏼 Hunter looks nearly shocked while Tech shows one of his rare little smiles!

In this artwork it’s the first time, I experimented with light on dark inverted shading and with the color pecker in Procreate, but only for the background colors ☺️ Hope you enjoy 🫶🏼

Another week, another poll. Please elaborate in the replies! It's all about building headcanons for our big guy!

SInce we are well into the Halloween Season, or the socially acceptable Halloween Season (shout out to those who celebrate all year)

I think Hocus Pocus would be his favourite because I'm horribly biased and love that movie so much!

Another week, another poll. Please elaborate in the replies! It's all about building headcanons for our big guy!

So last week fun/“kiddo” movies won out for Wrecker’s Halloween picks.

Sorry I blanked out on the other ones today 😅

I'd like to approach this topic as, not only an autistic person, but also as a self advocate who sees a lot of what goes on in the autistic community.

Lower intelligence often goes hand in hand with being seen as lesser. You're less of a person, less worthy of things like bodily autonomy, rights and respect. I think the push to prove that Wrecker is intelligent is the fanbase going "Wrecker has value! Wrecker deserves love and respect!"

Well yeah, but even if he wasn't intelligent he'd still have value and would be deserving of love and respect. Sadly we as humans still haven't moved past the idea that being stupid is some sort of green light to dehumanize someone. "Oh, you're not smart? Well then, you aren't deserving of being treated like a human being."

Even if Wrecker was just all brawn with no brains I think he'd still have value as a character. He'd still be the same caring and supportive person we all know and love. He'd still be him.

While I see what people are doing with posts about how Wrecker is intelligent (I've shared plenty of them myself) we need to stop equating intelligence with value. Of course a lot of those posts are responses to reading some post or fanfic where Wrecker was written as a complete buffoon whose only reason for existence is to be laughed at. Again, seeing a lack of intelligence as a green light to dehumanize. Dance monkey, dance. I'd get upset too. So people try to counteract those views of Wrecker with the view that he's actually very intelligent and doesn't deserve to be laughed at.

Except a person doesn't need to be intelligent to not be laughed at.

Is Wrecker intelligent? I believe he is in his own way. A way that isn't as valued as it should be. But even if he wasn't he still deserves to be valued as a beloved character.

Sorry if this got way more serious than expected. It just set something off in my brain.

This Wrecker Wednesday I’d like to address the question: “would it be so bad if Wrecker wasn’t intelligent/was stupid?”

The thing is CANONICALLY he isn’t. He rewires a canon from a tank to make it a “gun” that he is able to carry and shoot. He works (successfully) with explosives on screen.

He may not be the most observant or focused. But he makes connections quickly once his attention is drawn.

Making Wrecker not intelligent is mischaracterization.

let's show the big guy some love! Wrecker's heart is as big as his personality! I do offer prints of my paintings in my shop on Etsy under FaithwalkCreationsCo.  https://www.etsy.com/shop/FaithwalkCreationsCo

October Prompts

Prompt List Prompt: Black Cat Wrecker x Reader 100 Word Drabble

It would have been tiny anyway, in his huge hand it barely was a piece of fluff. Purring, the kitten poked its tiny head up with its eyes wide open.  Wrecker stroked its head with a single finger.

“You don’t mind, do you sweetheart? I’ve always wanted one,”He asked when he arrived home in the middle of a thunderstorm, his hand tucked inside his coat. 

Could you deny him, when he did everything he could to make your life better?  Never. “Of course I don’t mind,” 

That is how you had a black cat just in time for Halloween.

Just give me more clones...

You know, I don't really care that much about all the lore and what is or isn't canon, the jedi and sith stuff...just give me clones. That's all I want.

Cantina soup is served! 🤩 I couldn‘t resist to draw the scared little Kaminoan shinies in the very second before DOOM during the cantina fight in ‚Aftermath‘ – this piece aka ‚Here comes the sun – Part 2‘ 💥😂

The sun, or rather doom is here 💣

I‘m sure they wouldn‘t have accepted Wreckers invitation and interpretation of fun if they knew better 🤷🏽‍♀️

Trivia: Inspired by a creative thought of @nika6q and the following creative brainstorm brainrot these shinies are the Cantina Soup Squad named River, Horn, James and Brown (Brown seems to be shy), the new support band for the Tango Pack band Hot Lips Havoc and the Hypno Sex Rays! ✨🎶

You know, sometimes creativity escalates quickly and life is too short to complain, so let‘s flow with it and show it to to foster fun headcanon and some smirk 😁

Wrecker deserves a round of applause for always facing down his fear of heights in order to help his squad. 👏❤️🥹👏

He's a soldier so of course it's "expected," yet he still not only lives up to but often goes beyond what is expected of him in spite of his fear, all for the sake of his siblings, and I just love him for it! ❤️❤️❤️

Just a few moments (not an exhaustive list):

^This will always be my top favorite moment, from "On the Wings of Keeradaks," when Wrecker dodges around Tech and jumps off the connecting strut to save Crosshair who is falling. 👏👏👏

^"Decommissioned," when Wrecker not only takes the lookout role but then swings across an open chasm to help reboot the system.

^"Battle Scars" - not only does Wrecker face his fear of heights, but he does so in order to undergo a surgery he very clearly is apprehensive about.

^"Infested," when Wrecker rappels into a deep cavern swarming with irlings to help Cid retrieve the spice.

^"Spoils of War" - Wrecker follows Hunter in climbing up the cargo containers to try to get the rest of the squad out, before needing to jump off and slide down a roof, narrowly avoiding falling off the edge.

^"Truth and Consequences"

Rex: "He's still not better with heights?"

Echo: "This IS him better."

Also worth noting that Wrecker has to deal with heights AND Tech remote piloting the transport (even Hunter gets a little tetchy after almost being thrown off the transport).

^"The Summit," when Wrecker follows his squad to cling to the side of a rail car.

Bad Batch Sketch Page #1

I filled a whole canvas with sketches because my brain won’t stop thinking up stuff

✨Featuring✨:

Tech and Crosshair content because I’m SAD ABOUT THEM

RIP Hunter and his concussion and probably a stab wound

ProTECHtive Tech

Brother Drama™️

Echo’s near death experience and zinger number 132425226

Echo and Cross Sass

Big bro Wrecker who has my whole heart

Bandana-less Hunter because I said so + Baby Omegaaaaaaa

Bonus full unedited page+ B&W version :

If bad batch requests are still open could we have wrecker with a GN Jedi reader who believes that wrecker is too good for them. Like just some insecurity comfort???

If not that’s fine!

Hi there! 💜

You know, the more I write for Wrecker, the more I am convinced he is the king of comfort. This request is perfect to explore that, so thank you for sending this in!

Heart Wide Open (Wrecker x GN!Reader)

Summary: When your doubts creep in, Wrecker is there to reassure you.

Word count: 1.2K

Warnings: None.

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Suspended in the air before you, the pieces of your lightsaber bobbed like sea birds drifting above an ocean before diving for fish. Fingers splayed to the airborne components, you influenced the Force to rotate the central cylinder. You had an inkling where the fault had manifested, and assessing the split in the metal confirmed your suspicion.

With a flit of your wrist, the damaged chamber sunk into the box of spare parts beside you and a new barrel lifted to replaced it.

Your repairs rekindled the memory of constructing your lightsaber as a youngling, handpicking each segment that compelled you and spending hours assembling it. A flash of placid pride crossed your master’s face when you presented her the finished product and described each part to the most minute of details. Her patience and her kindness were traits you aimed to emulate in your adult life, and you hoped that wherever she was now in the Force, she was proud, that she looked upon you with that graceful smile and encouragement in her heart.

Behind you, a warm energy brushed against yours, and an instinctive grin lifted the corners of your lips. Wrecker attempted to be quiet whenever you were meditating or paying homage to your Jedi upbringing. That reverence, that silent reflection, had always been an aspect he admired in you, and he dreaded disturbing you in those moments.

“Hey, Wrecker,” you said, acknowledging his presence. As you cast a brief peek at him, his shoulders relaxed, and he took your recognition as his cue to approach. “I’m just finishing up here. Looks like that blaster shot hit a little closer than I thought.”

“Is it fixable?” he asked. “If you needed a part, Tech might have something you could use. He’s always tinkering.”

“It’s all good,” you assured him, clicking the pieces of your weapon together as you had done on hundreds of occasions in the past. In true Wrecker fashion, he ensured you had everything you required. You never wanted for anything for long. You were hungry, and food would find its way to you. Darkness seeped in and his capable arms were there to comfort you. You needed quiet, and he’d stand guard until the worlds shattered to protect your silence.

For a while, you both teetered on the outskirts of a relationship, your Jedi teachings and your undeniable affection for the clone battling until you had decided that with the Order gone, you were perhaps free to explore those avenues. While you did not wish to abandon your disciplines, the hour of the Jedi was over, and you had to get your bearings in a changing galaxy. Wrecker was part of your new life, you were adamant, and as soon as he learned of your requited feelings, so was he.

But enclosed within those shy glances and exchanges of sweet words, doubts persisted, doggedly striving to reach the most vulnerable parts of you now that you had opened yourself up to someone. Could you give Wrecker what he wanted, what he deserved? Were you truly the right person for him to offer his heart to? He always did everything he could for you, but for the most part you found yourself distracted, mentally wandering the empty halls of the Jedi Temple and searching on desperate feet for a remnant of the only life you’d ever known.

Concentrating on your current task, you clutched your reassembled lightsaber and tested the mechanism, giving the ignited weapon a few perfectly executed swings before deactivating the crystal within. The hum that had always protected you vanished with it.

“You’re thinking about it again, aren’t you?” Wrecker’s tone was understanding as he parked himself on the vacant bench beside you.

You shot him a remorseful expression and breathed aside the rough memories. “Sorry, I’ve been trying not to.”

“Hey, none of that. You don’t need to apologise,” Wrecker said, perceptive as ever and gentle with your feelings. “If you wanted to talk about it, you know I’ll always listen. But in the meantime, you reckon these might help?”

He foraged in one of the pouches on the strap across his chest and deposited several packets of your favourite snack onto the table, the colourful, crinkled wrappers catching the setting sunlight.

“You are too good for me,” you muttered, the thought slipping from you automatically, spoken with such conviction that Wrecker’s smile dropped an inch. There was no joke in your voice, no jesting edge of a flippant comment.

You smothered it with a forced grin once you realised your words, but the squad’s brawler knew you better than that. He had listened as you made similar self-deprecating remarks before, kept silent to spare you from the pain of having to explain yourself. Your insecurities had tiptoed in during your time with Clone Force 99, noticed mostly by Wrecker who distracted you with a funny remark or interesting fact to keep your mind off the uncertainty. Yet, your relationship shone a light on it in a way he understood you didn’t like, everything magnified and bare. Now and then, he felt guilty, as though he had placed those concerns at your feet himself.

“Don’t say that, darlin’,” he soothed, swinging his legs over the wooden planks of the bench to stand before you, eyes burning with love and his dependable hands cradling your cheeks. “Because it isn’t true. You are incredible.” He waved aside your shrug. “No, I mean it. There is such a deep kindness in you, a… hopeful glow. It’s amazing. I’d spend a million lifetimes keeping that light shining.”

Your fingers folded into his shirt as if he’d float away if you let go. The consistently insecure thoughts made it difficult to believe him, but his steady courage knocked at the sealed door in your mind and promised to wait. He would sit in the pouring rain of your worst doubts just so that he would be there with a smile and a hug the moment you peeked out from behind the apprehension of your own worth.

“You bring happiness to my life,” he said, placing a kiss to your creased brow. “And I hope I bring the same to yours.”

“Of course you do,” you replied without pause. You drank in his heat, his vibrancy within the Force like you were gasping for water and he was a wellspring in a never-ending stretch of sand.

A bright grin overtook his features, so devastatingly radiant and wonderfully him you couldn’t help but return it in kind. “Next time you have those doubts, you tell them we make each other happy, and that’s all that matters. Aim that lightsaber at it if you think it might work. I certainly wouldn’t want to mess with you with that in your hands.”

You chuckled to yourself and nodded against his chest as he pulled you close. The ocean left an imprinted scent on his civilian clothes, the slight hint of seaweed and the fresh air that had become his staple and your sanctuary. In his arms, those doubts dimmed, still there, but quieter, almost easy to ignore. He loved you. You loved him. And you would get through the torments of your pasts and any insecurities together. Cherished and supported.

Relax cyar’ika

Kinktober ‘24 - public thigh riding/fingering

Wrecker × F!reader

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 1.6k

Summary: You're in a relationship with Wrecker and he helps you relax a bit at 79s.

Notes: This is the second of a few shorter fics I wrote for Kinktober. If you have any special kink and clone you would love to see, my requests are open, I can slip in a few towards the end of the months. And yes I am incredibly horny for the big man.

You leaned back against Wrecker, your drink in hand as you tried to stay focused on the conversations around you. It was already late and you were tired, you could still feel the last mission in your sore muscles, but it wasn’t often that you and the boys had time off on Coruscant together, so you all went to 79s tonight.

The squad had settled into a corner table, tucked away from the crowd, it offered a bit of privacy and at least the music wasn’t deafening. Hunter, Tech and Crosshair had went off towards the bar a while ago and Echo was catching up with Rex and the rest of the 501st on the other side of the dancefloor leaving you with Wrecker.

You could feel his eyes on you.

"Hey," his deep voice rumbled as he leaned closer, his arm brushing against yours.

"You alright? You look kinda tense."

You glanced up at him, trying to play it off with a smile, but the weariness in your face betrayed you.

"Yeah, I'm good,” you said, glancing around the space. "Just, you know, a bit tired, would have prefered to stay on the ship with you."

Wrecker's grin widened, and he scooted a little closer, his knee brushing yours under the table.

"I know what you need," he teased, lowering his voice so only you could hear. "C'mere, why don't you hop on my thigh?"

Before you could react, he shifted you onto his lap, his massive hands guiding you until you were straddling his thick thigh. The table shielded you both a bit from the rest of the bar, but the closeness of his body, the heat radiating from him, made your breath hitch.

The moment you settled down, you could feel the solid muscle beneath you, and it sent a wave of heat rushing through your body.

His hands settled on your hips, giving you a gentle nudge to start moving.

"Wrecker," you whispered, glancing around nervously, but the way his thigh pressed against your core had your nerves melting into desire.

You shifted slightly, trying to focus on anything other than the heat building between your legs. Luckily the skirt of your dress was flowy and covered where exactly you were pressed against him.

Wrecker grinned, leaning in just enough for his breath to tickle your ear.

"I'll help you relax."

Your eyes widened, a thrill of excitement shooting through you.

"Here?" you asked, glancing around the bar, nervous about the crowd.

Wrecker's grin widened.

"Right here," he confirmed, his voice a low, teasing rumble. "Unless you're too shy?"

A part of you hesitated, but the way his massive body felt next to yours, the scent of him, the promise in his tone - it was too tempting to resist. You bit your lip and nodded, sliding closer to him.

"You'll be fine," he murmured into your ear, his lips brushing your skin. "Just relax and let me take care of you."

His grip on your hips tightened slightly as he guided your movements, making you rock against his thigh.

"There you go," he murmured, his hands gripping your hips as he guided you to move. "Just like that."

You gasped softly as the friction from his thigh began to build, your body responding immediately to the delicious pressure. The fabric of his pants rubbed against your soaked panties, and the sensation was overwhelming in the best way.

"Wrecker," you whispered, your hands gripping his shoulders for balance. "This feels.."

"Good, right?" he rumbled, his fingers digging into your hips as he helped you rock against him. "Told ya I could help."

You bit your lip to stifle a moan, your body already trembling with need. The bar around you seemed to fade away as you focused solely on the feeling of him beneath you, the way his thigh flexed and tensed with each movement. It was intoxicating, and you were already losing control. There had been a few times where it was difficult to find time and space for intimacy but you’ve never done anything as risky as this.

The pressure between your legs built quickly, and you could feel the slickness pooling in your panties as the friction sent sparks of pleasure through your body.

Wrecker whispered, his breath warm against your neck. "You're already so wet for me, cyar'ika, can feel you soaking through ma pants."

You bit your lip, trying to keep quiet, but the sensation was overwhelming. His thigh was thick and strong beneath you, every rock of your hips pushing you closer to the edge.

The way his hands moved over your body, how easily he controlled your movements - it was intoxicating. You tried to steady yourself, one hand on his chest, the other on his thigh and you could barely hold back a lewd moan when you found his big cock, hard and straining against his pants.

"Don’t ya worry." he murmured, his voice filled with heat. "Gonna let you take care of that when were back on the ship."

You sighed thinking about taking him in your mouth and just when you thought you couldn't take any more, his hand slipped under the hem of your dress, his thick fingers pushing aside your panties. Your breath hitched as he teased your clit, his fingertip brushing your wetness.

"Wrecker..." you whispered, your voice trembling.

"Shh, l've got you, no one’s gonna find out if you keep nice n’ quiet for me" he whispered, his lips grazing your earlobe.

He carefully pushed one thick finger inside you, and you gasped at how good it felt, the stretch deliciously filling.

"That's it, cyar'ika. You take me so well."

The sensation of his finger sliding in and out of you, slowly at first, was almost too much. Your fingers gripped his shoulders, needing something to ground yourself. You could feel the heat between your legs growing, the need for more building with every thrust of his finger.

"Good girl," he praised softly, his voice barely a whisper. "You're doin’ so good for me. Can you take another one without alarming everyone around?"

You nodded, breathless, and he rewarded you by slipping a second finger inside, stretching you even further. The sensation was overwhelming - his fingers were thick and always filled you so perfectly that your hips bucked forward on their own, seeking more.

"That's it," Wrecker whispered in your ear, his voice low and rough, making your body thrum with anticipation.

"You know I love those pretty little sounds, but you gotta keep quiet. You're doin’ so good, cyar'ika. So tight for me."

You could barely keep yourself together, your body trembling as the pleasure mounted. His fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot, and you were so close, so ready to fall apart right there on his lap.

“Wreck..”

"You're close, aren't you?" he murmured, his lips brushing against your neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "You wanna cum for me, right here? I can feel how tight you're getting."

You could only nod, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps. His fingers pumped in and out of you, his thumb brushing your clit as he whispered sweet praises in your ear.

As the pleasure began to crest, as you felt yourself losing control, Wrecker pulled you closer and kissed you. His mouth was hot and possessive against yours, swallowing your moans as your body convulsed with pleasure. You clenched hard around his fingers, your orgasm crashing over you with a force that left you trembling in his arms.

He kissed you deeply, muffling your cries as his fingers stayed buried inside you, drawing out every wave of your release. The intensity of it left you breathless, your body shivering with aftershocks as you slowly came down from the high.

When he finally pulled back, his lips still brushing yours, Wrecker smirked. He slipped his fingers out of you and glanced around making sure you hadn’t drawn any attention to you before he quickly licked them clean with a wide smile.

"Knew you could do it," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "You were perfect, cyar'ika."

You leaned against him, fingers softly trailing over his scar, your heart still racing, your mind dazed from the intensity of it all.

"That was... incredible," you managed to say between breaths.

Wrecker chuckled softly, his large hand smoothing over your back.

"Told ya I'd take care of you." He nuzzled into your neck, kissing you again. "And you looked so damn pretty doin' it too.”

You couldn't help but smile, your body still buzzing from the pleasure he'd given you. It was as if nothing else in the world mattered except the way he made you feel.

Just as you were settling back into Wrecker's lap, your body still tingling from the intensity of your orgasm, you heard footsteps approaching the table.

Crosshair appeared, his ever-present smirk firmly in place as he slid into the seat across from you.

"Well, well," Crosshair drawled, his eyes narrowing in amusement as he glanced between the two of you. "What exactly were you two up to? Or should I even ask?"

You felt your face flush, trying to keep your cool under his sharp gaze, but before you could respond, Wrecker let out a deep, rumbling laugh.

"Just makin' sure she's relaxed and happy, Cross," Wrecker retorted with a grin, his arm tightening around your waist, pulling you closer.

"Gotta take care of the important things, ya know?"

Crosshair raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Hmm, sure looks like you've been taking that job seriously."

Wrecker winked, his tone light and playful. "Always, brother."

Crosshair let out a low chuckle, shaking his head before turning his attention back to his drink.

You couldn't help but laugh softly, feeling yourself at ease as you leaned back against Wrecker, the tension in your body finally gone and the warmth radiating from him making you feel more safe and at home than ever.

I loved the platonic omegaverse fic you wrote for the Batch!

If it's not a bother, I'd love to see more of them :) maybe something about omega Wrecker, like him going in to heat at an unfortunate time, like during a mission?

If that's not something you'd enjoy writing, I'd just love to see more platonic stuff about the Batch in general :)

Thank you for writing these fics, I've really enjoyed what you've done so far! :)))

Ty! I'm glad you liked it :)

Not a bother at all, I plan to expand the sw omegaverse fanfics as much as I can.

I liked your idea for Wrecker so here you go! 🫡

Xx, Blue.

"PUSH THROUGH IT" – Platonic (o) Wrecker & tbb 💖💔

WARNINGS: A sprinkle of angst because Wrecker's heat decided to appear in a dangerous moment, so mentions of war, blood and some arguments related to that. But don't worry, this is still mostly fluff! The usual omegaverse shit minus smut cause this is completely platonic.

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Dread. It was what Wrecker felt when the first rush of warmth pulsed through his veins. It couldn't be happening now. It just couldn't. He had been taking his supressants. They were in the middle of the battlefield. Why, then why, was he feeling like he usually did in the beginnings of his heat?

He tried to ignore it and best as he could; but soon the dizyness added to the warmth, and lastly, the pain. He fought the urge to curve in himself, bring his hands to his lower stomach. Right now, they were occupied with two heavy blasters, blasters that he should be using to shoot enemies instead of shaking paralised in place. From his privilaged position on top of the mountain, Crosshair took out a droid Wrecker hadn't even seen coming. His brother called out his lack of awareness inmediately.

"What the fuck are you doing just standing there?" The sniper hissed through the squads com line. "Wake up, Wrecker".

The omega shook himself out of it; clenching his jaw and trying to push the nausea down. He jumped back into battle; even if his movements were slower than usual, and he respeted to blasting everything out instead of turning into a more physical tackle mode. He pushed through the pain; concentraiting as hard as he could in just surviving, waiting, until he could return to the safety of the Marauder, where he could finally break down and breathe.

It was an hour of full torture. Blood dripped down one side of his face, a few minor scratches scattered across his body here and there. Sweat covered every inch of his skin. Slick dripped down his thighs as well. He felt disgusting; the need to clean himself almost overwhelming. With his jaw clenched, he jumped onto the ship and waited once more as Tech piloted the Marauder out of the planet's atmosphere.

He breathed through the quietness, finally, allowing himself to relax if just a bit. Crosshair didn't have the same plans, though; as he inmediately confronted him.

"What the hell was going on with your head to day?" He spat out agressively. "Emptier than usual?"

Crosshair tended to run his tongue whenever he was particularly angry; and Wrecker was aware he had put them all in danger with his distraction in the warzone. Still, he couldn't help but squirm in place; eyes cristalysing with his abrassive verbal attack.

"Sorry" he whispered, ashamed, eyes flying down towards the floor of the cockpit.

Wrecker knew the rest of the Batch agreed; but no one added a thing. They remained in silence while Tech jumped into hyperspace. Only then, they allowed themself to completely relax; slumping down on their seats and abandoning their weapons on the floor, taking off their helmets too. Hunter inhaled sharply instantly at that.

"You're in heat" he stated, dark brown eyes sharpening on Wrecker. "Has this started in the mittle of the mission?"

Tech, Echo, and Crosshair, turned to look at him in surprise –Hunter was the only alpha of the group, while Wrecker the only omega–; he nodded silently.

"When, exactly?" Hunter digged.

"An hour and something ago" Wrecker muttered.

Hunter sighed tiredly.

Crosshair's face switched to concern and understanding.

"I'm sorry, Wreck" he told him, drowning in guilt, and Wrecker shrugged carelessly, eyes still fixed on his feet.

"This is most unusual" Tech intervened. "I have been personally supervising your supresants and you have taked them accordingly. We will need to visit Medbay when we arrive Kamino. Perhaps an adjustment to a higher dose would be needed".

Ah, so that could be it. Wrecker squirmed uncomfortably again. He hated going to Medbay. Hated when the longlecks prodded at him.

"Go take a quick shower, vod" Hunter ordered gently. "We'll prepare a nest for you in the meantime".

Wrecker brightened; smiling in relief and nodding inmediately. He was dying to wash the blood and sweat off his body.

The visit to the sonic was a bit linger than usual; his muscles melting and his body finally allowed to crash down. When he re-appeared on the cockpit, his brothers had pushed all the matresses of their bunks into the floor, together; with the blankets and pillows on top of them. Someone had even placed Lula on the nest. Hunter opened his arms; and Wrecker sighed happily, inmediately jumping for the offer. He cuddled against the alpha's body; smiling at the rest of his beta brothers laying down around him.

"You did good, vod'ika" Hunter whispered soothingly. "Ignoring your heat in the middle of the battlefield. When I didn't think you cound be more strong..."

Wrecker's cheeks slightly redenned at the praise. He always reacted like that whenever his brothers congratulated him on something. For all he could be loud and social, he was shy on some aspects as well.

"Thank you" he mumbled against his shoulder.

Crosshair reached a hand to squeeze his forearm. When Wrecker snatched his hand in his, the sniper didn't try to make him release him.

Wrecker smiled. The pain and dizyness reduced drastically. He was with his pack now. Home. Safe.

THE END.

It came out supershort but I felt I conveined the idea alright with just that! Xx.

Omegaverse masterlist here:

This had no business being this funny 😂😂

The Bad Batch HCs - Playing Monopoly

On AO3

Tech

an absolute fuckin nightmare

this man has known how he was going to win before the game even started

Tech is ruthless with the properties he takes

The game is over within 30 minutes

Hunter

the only time he takes no prisoners

Tech has the data advantage, but Hunter is a skilled tactician and he'll do what he can to counter Tech

he's almost as ruthless

Omega has never seen this side of him

He has hotels on his properties in 5 minutes, purposely boxing everyone in

Omega takes note to never get in a real estate battle with him

Echo

Normally he'd be the ruthless strategist, used to going up against Rex

but when he sees Tech and Hunter's intensity, he goes into protector mode

trying what he can to give Omega a chance

he's trying to snag easy properties and make easy trades with her

but it's no use

he's bankrupt within 10 mins thanks to his bad trades with Omega and Tech having the entire boardwalk

Omega

the poor smol bean

she innocently suggested the activity to pass the time while in hyperspace

it was her first time playing and she just liked all the colors on the board

next thing she knew, Hunter was asking her for $500 for landing on his space

she's never seen his eyes so cold

latched onto Echo's attempts to help her

she was out soon after Echo, choosing to leave Hunter and Tech to their real estate blood bath

Wrecker

knew exactly how this was going to go having played with the batch before Echo joined

he remembered them making a deal to never play again but no one could resist Omega's pleading

he sat back and watched the war play out between Hunter and Tech

he finds his brothers' antics more entertaining then the game itself

the third one out, chuckling at Hunter's attempt to bargain with Tech

he leans back with his hands behind his head watching the drama unfold

Crosshair

he was the first one out

observed Tech's energy when he sat down and knew there was no chance

Hunter has the senses, but Crosshair was the observer

he saw Hunter just as ready for blood and knew better than to get involved

he cashed out on his first turn, popped a toothpick in, and smirked as the two got more and more riled up

he only told them to cut it once when he saw Omega becoming visibly upset

when she was out, he made a spot next to him offering snide commentary as the game continued

Omega had to quickly stifle her giggles when Hunter and Tech gave them both a quick glare

The only thing I need in the finale is all 6 of them working together as a family and that they kill Dr. Asshole

Thoughts and predictions of “The Bad Batch”!

This are just a few things that have been on my mind since the last three episodes, so it’s a long post.

If you haven’t seen them, keep scrolling!

This will go in no particular order:

Dr. Emerie Karr

This one was not so much of a shock to me, there was something about her and the way she spoke that inmediatly had my attention. The way she was introduced was a bit creepy but seeing it from Cross’ pov, she seemed to look like Tech, not to mention all the foreshadowing of all of them in the episode “The Outpost”.

In the episode “Tipping point”, she’s always calling Cross by his name rather than his number which, from my pov, is a way to get closer to him, make him feel more at ease giving the circumstances but, why would an imperial scientist do this? The answer is, she feels related to him somehow, then she stops the torture, gives him some sort of shot to bring him back and she unbuckles the wrist restrain, only for Cross to wake up short after and, this is where it gets interesting because, she warns him that there is no way out and it sounds to me like she has tried to do that before.

This for me means that she doesn’t want to be with the empire, because she knows what Hemlock is doing with the clones and feels uncomfortable seeing it and doing it herself, which brings me to me next point...

Echo’s contact

That’s right, i do believe that the one that keeps feeding them the info is Dr, Emerie Karr, as I mentioned before, i think she has tried to escape herself to no avail, so, to alleviate her guilt from torturing her “brothers” she’s giving the necessary intel to the people who has being helping the clones without being to obvious about it to avoid getting caught and keep helping.

I do admit this is a bit far fetch, but i think ✨it’s obvious✨

Tech’s “death”

Now here comes the heartbreaking part of this post. Though I’m in the grieving and the denial wagon, I want to see this from both sides, so bare with me on this.

Tech being alive: There are a few things that says that this might be true; one of those things being that the rest of the batch fell from a little lower than he did and they survived, they were injured as hell but alive. Another thing is, of course, no body = not dead. And the last thing is, you got it right, Tech’s googles; this is a classic move for the villian to make and it usually always works.

I feel like Hemlock knew that that attack was made by Clone Force 99 so i think he gave the order to search for clues and they found Tech’s body, at that exact moment, Cid commed the empire and tell them that the batch was at Ord Mantell, the person that answer the “call” told to Hemlock, so he grabbed his googles and made his way to Ord Mantell to poke at the wound of their fallen brother in hopes to make them turn Omega in.

Tech being dead: I hate this possibility but, I do believe this might actually be real. Things in a war don’t always end up in a happy ending.

Tech made a choice and a sacrifice. Giving him development, a love interest, making him bond more with Omega, etc, feels incomplete because that’s life. We don’t always get to say a proper goodbye to the people we care about nor do we have a lot of time to make this decision, it’s a now kindda thing. And this might even be the final straw to make them fight the empire for good this time, besides from getting Omega back that is.

Omega

I think I know were this one is going.  I saw the signs but never really paid attention to them before because ✨denial✨ but I can’t ignore them anymore.

I now believe that Omega is actually Force-sensitive. If Emerie is already a female clone, why would the empire need Omega? Yes, I know that they need Nala Se to help them and that’s why they wanted Omega but, what if there’s something else going on?

We know Palpatine is into his cloning phase, if we add to this that Omega has heightened awareness, knows how to meditate and the importance she has for the empire, then the only thing i can make of this is: Omega is force-sensitive.

The next steps

This is were the fun begins!

So, obviously they are not going back to Ord Mantell because they have nothing left there, they got AZI back and Cid finally betray them, so that’s not longer an option.

The most logical place where they should go is to Coruscant, back to Rafa’s and Trace’s garage. This because they need a place to investigate and get more fuel, not to mention that they could use all the help they can get, so i want to belive that Rex, Gregor and Howzer will help them at getting Omega and Crosshair back. 

Not to mention that i hope to see a very feral Hunter and Wrecker, i do expect to see an aggressive Hunter due to the pain of loosing Omega and Tech and the same thing goes with Wrecker.

The reunion

Now, i’m not saying that I don’t want a reunion because I obviously want that, BUT, i feel like Filoni won’t give us this unless it’s the actual final of the show OR they give us 2 more seasons; s3 will be them getting all 6 of them back together (with Tech being alive because i said so) and a final s4 with Cross trying to win their trust back.

Hi! I saw that you were doing Bad Batch matchups and it’s been my Hyperfixation for a long while jdbchbshzbs

Im female, 19, 5’8, curly shoulder length black hair, dark brown eyes, and medium skin. I wear cat eye glasses since I love the look of them and just over all think glasses look best on me and I love the retro look. I’m a little bit chubby but also curvy with a large bust im embarrassed by sometimes along with being chubby. I absolutely love art and baking and try to do both whenever I can since I relax from them and learning more and more about how I can improve my skills even more as well. I also tend to let my friends see my new art or bake them treats to see what they think about them over all! I have a really feminine style, mostly florals, pinks, and sweaters, but I always keep it comfortable.

Personality wise I’m admittedly very reserved and quiet, but nice when I meet people, mostly because I like listening to them first to get a feel for what they’re like to see if I can be myself around them. It takes me a little bit to open up about myself but it’s definitely not impossible. But if someone mentions something I’m interested in I instantly open up and start gushing about it and wanting to know what they like about it and info dumping a lot and getting into things I made related to them or explaining why it’s special for me. But I’m the other hand I do get embarrassed/sad when I can tell they’re not interested in what I’m saying or if i think Im being annoying for talking about things that comforting to me. My friends mostly say I have a comforting aura (They call it mom energy lmao) about me since I’m constantly checking up on them and making sure that they’re taking care of themselves and supporting them however I can. Another thing that adds on to that is that I like giving hugs (with permission) just because sometimes.

One thing I’m definitely guilty of is taking care of others before myself. I get so caught up in supporting my friends, helping them out however I can, and just over all comforting them that sometimes I can forget about my own needs sometimes leading to burn out, leaving me just extremely tired. Another thing that leads to burn out very easily is when I’m hyper fixated on something, like a new game or comic im really into so I surround my hobbies around them and activity make content for myself with them for weeks on end until I finally burn out from it and the cycle starts again with something else. While I like being productive with something, especially my hobbies, sometimes I just like laying down or relaxing with the presence of someone in the room or even on the phone with me. Just being in each other’s company is definitely enough for me but having a conversation or two definitely doesn’t hurt at all ^-^

But yeah that’s about everything!

Hahah yea I'm having fun doing match ups along with the 50 to 1 lines for mini fanfics. So on we go!.

I match you with.... Wrecker!

Wrecker absolutely loves your body!, he loves wrapping his large hands around your hips and pulling you close. He will do it when he comes back from missions or if he sees you in the kitchen cooking/baking. It's one of his favourite things to do.

Man can lift you with one arm, will sweep you off your feet spin you around before he kisses you. Wrecker just likes holding you close it makes him feel complete.

Will throw you on the bed before flipping down on it, also sorry but Wrecker has broken so many of your beds by just flopping down on them.

He will tell you all about the missions he went on, about what they did, where they went. He just loves talking about it. The both of you will talk thought the night until one of you falls asleep first.

You sleep on wreckers chest. I don't make the rules. Your bed just isn't made to fit you both beside each other. So he pulls you on top of him and uses his chest as a makeshift bed for you.

Will draw and trace patterns all over your back or stomach. It's one of the times he isn't loud over everything becuase he's at peace and has you in his arms.

He loves that you check on him when ever you can while he is away, every time you Comm in her got a smile on his face and the other boys will tease him but he will all let them know that he's the one who has a Cyar'ika.

Play fights are inevitable he is very gentle but maker does he love picking you up and rolling aroudn with you agaisnt his chest as you struggle to get out of his hold.

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It's a peaceful night tonight, Wrecker and the rest of the bad batch had made it back home safely. And that's how you had ended up in this position. Head rested against Wreckers chest as he runs his fingers thought your hair.

"And they I got to blow up the nest and it's queen" wrecker continued his story, the smile never leaving either of your lips.

"I'm glad you had a fun mission Wrec, but I'm also glad to finally have you home" you whisper pushing your face further into his chest.

Wreckers laugh vibrates thought his chest, his arms slowly wrapping around your waist as he rolls you both over.

You shout his name and laugh as he begins to press kisses all over your face. You try to swat him away but it just results in him doing it more.

You finally get a gap and take you chances slipping from his grasp and bolting to the other side of the room. " no fair! Come back here Cyar'ika" he says moving front he bed to try and Corner you.

It's not a hard task with his size and he grabs you lifting you up and spinning you around. You laugh again as he flops onto he bed making it almost collapse. "Wrecker! Gentle baby!" You say looking up to him.

The goofy smile on his lips and his eyes never leaving you. " How did I get so lucky to have you Cyar'ika" he ask pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

Hi could I get a match up if you're still doing them for the bad batch? I'm 19, and mixed race (Greek and Mexican) so I've got short choppy black hair and brown eyes. I'm almost never seen without heavy liner and my combat boots with rainbow laces and my bracelets or necklaces. I'm nonbinary and bisexual as well. I've got a small scar on my upper lip and a small spot of vitiligo on my left eye lid. I'm about 5'6 so average ish height and a plus sized monarch. I've got two guinea pigs named Emperor Kuzco and Tasha as well as three cats named Briggs, Bear, and Bobbers. I love animals and have gotten all of my pets due to an inability to leave animals without a home. I'm incredibly extroverted and love to go out and party with friends. I'm not the mom friend of the group, more the supportive and rebellious vodka aunt. I've always got snacks on me in case someone forgets to eat as well as anything you could possibly need in my bag. I'm down to drink and dance till the sun comes up but can 100% stay in and vibe with movies and snacks. I enjoy doing body paint on myself and friends. I love learning about history and other cultures and I'm very passionate about film and story telling.

I match you with.... Wrecker

Wrecker loves your hair he loves running his fingers thought it or just being near you. He is a true Teddy bear.

He sees your scars and Vitiligo as a pretty thing. Scars have stories behind them the same as his and he loves hearing about them.

Your eyes they are like melted chocolate to him, the colour of the earth something which holds so much power over him when you just look to him a smile. His heart will melt.

He loves your style it's something he doesn't really know much about due to being a clone solider.

Please get him a necklace or bracelet not something chunky but just something small that he can keep as his own little thing other the Lula

Drinking competitions. He loves drinking with you at 79's has drawn a crowd while competing with you.

When he says something about being hungry you just happen to have food on you. Smiling as you had him the small snack peice. And that's how you and Wrecker become close due to sharing snacks.

Please show him how to body paint. He wishes to have all these cool things on his skin. Like how mandolorians tattoo different things on their skin.

"Hunter!, when's our next supply run?, I'm starved" Wrecker calls out to his brother. Hunter shoots him a look over his shoulder. "After this mission we will do a supply run." He calls out doign back to scouting.

Wrecker groans in annoyance but other then that doesn't say anything else. You are quick to move next to him from your spot in the clearing. "Hey big guys, you can have this" you say handing him the small energy bar you had stored away.

A large smile works it's way onto his face as you hold the bar our for him. He takes it with a quick thank you before unwrapping it and downing the bar before yo uy could even blink. You laugh lightly craving out two more.

"Here, if your really hungry have these. They quite nice" you say handing him the two bars. "Y/n, you are a true savour to us!" He says as he begins to eat the next bar alot slower then before.

"I just keep snacks on hand that's all Wrec, I'll try and get some more stored in case you need them" you say lightly beginning to head back towards the ship.

"Wrecker has a little bit of a crush does he" Crosshair sarcastically states as he watches from above. Wrecker frowns crossing his arms as he look up to his brother. " Go to hell Cross" which causes the sniper and the rest of his brothers to laugh lightly.

Hi! I saw you were doing match ups and I wanted to try a Bad Batch one. It’s my first time doing this so I hope I didn’t do bad. I am a Demiboy(I go by he/they pronouns), I’m 5’7,I have bright blue eyes, and loads of freckles. I have a giant tattoo of wings on my back and a small thistle on my ankle. I am a very quiet person but if you get to know me I can ramble on for hours. I love hugs but only if I know you really well. Thanks! I hope this wasn’t too bad and enough! :)

I match you with... Wrecker

Next to everyone is smaller then Wrecker the man is build like a bolder. Yes Tech is taller but Wrecker man's big.

He's going to pick you up. Use you as a weight even thought you weigh nothing to him. Lots of surprise hugs and him picking you up out of nowhere.

He loves tracing the tattoo on your back it's amazing that you have something like that and he loves catching all the little details.

You are the polar opposite of each other. Wrecker to loud very out going man who will quite literally bomb a city becuase he wants to blow something up.

You are alot more quite and timid but put you both together and you will both talk for hours on end about anything. From his favorite scar to how you got your tattoo.

He will fall asleep with you spiralled out across his chest becuase he doesn't want to squish you.

Please kiss his scars he loves affection but doesn't always know how to ask for it.

He loves your eyes and Freckles. He calls them the two sea and the stars of skin.

"Wrecker I you drop me I'm gonna-" you call out from on his shoulders as he cuts you off. "relax your not gonna fall, just reach up and grab the box" he says moving closer to the wall where you can see the box he is after.

You reach your arms out grabbing the side of it with A cheer. "I got it!'now please put me down" you say and he quite literal picks you up off his shoulders and places you down so your feel are on the ground.

"You got it?, good let's go!" He cheers moving down the hall of the ship towards omega's room. You are both quick at getting there. "Omega! Come here" he calls out in a whisper shout.

The young girl pokes her head out and smiles as both you and Wrecker wave lightly. She ushers you both up into her bed room.

You place the box down and slide it towards her as Wrecekr takes his seat beside her. She opens the box and eyes go wide as her smile gets bigger seeing the Mantell mix. She grabs a small handful.

Wrecker is next and then you Grab some and begin eating it and laughing lightly with the two.

"Wrecker, Omega and Y/n If you three are into more Mantell mix I swear to the maker" they hear hunter call out from the hall. All three freeze before quickly shoving what they have left in their hands in their mouth.

Wrecker is quick to try and hide the box behind his back as hunter looks at them from on the ladder. The three of you try to look as innocent as possible only for hunter to look right at Wrecker.

"You do remember I can smell it, hand it over"

"Oh come on Hunter!"