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[deerspringdreams]

The Wrecker weeks is here! So I made some warm-ups sketches of the boy since it seems like I'll be drawing him a lot this month ♥

With a lil drawing of my OC Yoox ^^- @wrecker-week

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Me

A/N: Needed to write about how I felt the last few months. Although, I didn't have someone break down my door, I had a few friends who broke through the darkness in my mind.

To all those who struggle with anxiety, depression, negative thinking, and just everyone who needs a hug, you're not alone.

Love oo

Warnings: Dealing with Depression; breaking down a door.

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Dark.

That’s all I see. Darkness.

The black out curtains I had bought a year ago, which at the time felt like a good idea, now seemed to be the very thing that kept me trapped. Kept me from venturing out of my room. In a way it kept me trapped in my own misery. As long as those curtains remained closed, there was nothing out there. 

No job. 

No friends.

No one to call me, theirs. 

No problems.

No hobbies.

And the more I thought about it, the more I realized I really didn’t have those things. Sure, I had a job, but it was just routine now, it didn’t provide stimulation or change. 

Alright I had friends, but … did they even need me? Did they even care about me? 

“OPEN THE DOOR!” 

Wrecker’s voice bellowed through the door I had locked. My comm had been buzzing constantly for the past day, but I managed to ignore it. It all felt too much and not enough. 

“I’M NOT GOING AWAY!”

I rolled to the other side, pulling my blankets up to cover my ears and face. I didn’t want anyone to see me, I didn’t want anyone to know how much I failed. How far I had fallen. I didn’t want to admit to myself I needed help. 

I’m not even sure what happened or what exactly triggered me. Was it the fact that my best friend had another guy fall for her, and I didn’t have anyone? Or the fact that the guy that fell for her was someone I was fond of, somewhat? Maybe it’s just realizing that there’s something wrong with me. Something that everyone else sees that I don’t. 

Am I really so horrible? 

Maybe I really am boring, like some have said.

People forget that I exist often enough.  Hell when I go to a restaurant there are times when the server forgets I’m even there. 

No one ever contacts me unless they need something. 

Maybe it would be better if I just disappeared. 

The door breaks open, as strong, heavy footsteps come to my bedside. 

“Talk to me, cyare.”

I turn to see Wrecker, his eyes wide, his one good eye full of worry and emotion. 

“Wrecker?”

“Talk to me, sweetie, what’s going on? Who hurt you?”

“No one.”

He gently sits on the floor beside my bed and holds my hand, “Talk to me.”

It takes several silent minutes before I try to open my mouth, I subtly wipe a tear and finally the words come out, “I’m not needed.”

“What do you mean?”

“In life, I’m not needed.”

“Bullshit.” I flinch at his cuss. “Of course, you’re needed. What makes you think you’re not?”

I shrug.

“Don’t do that.” Wrecker squeezes my hand, “Don’t just shrug, explain to me your rationale, tell me why you think you’re not needed, why you don’t matter? Because you do.”

“No one remembers me.” I swallow, “Everyone thinks about me, but no one ever speaks to me.”

“What about me? Don’t I count? I’ve been calling and stopping by to check on you.” His warm large hand brushes away the strand of hair dangling over my face. 

“Of course, you matter.”

“Well I need you.” His hand gently cups my cheek. “Who else will go on culinary adventures with me? Who else will make sure I’m getting the right amount of sleep? Or eating right?”

I smirked, “You have Hunter, Crosshair and Omega for that.”

“Fine, then who will make my heart quicken with just a smile? Who will make my breath hitch just with a look of your eyes?” Tears well up in my eyes as he gently presses a kiss to my forehead. “Cyar’ika, you matter. You matter more than you know. You’re everything to me. So please, don’t hide away, don’t disappear on me. Don’t …” he swallows back the lump in his throat, as tears begin to prickle his eyes, “Don’t leave me alone.”

“Wrecker … are… what … what are you…” The words keep failing me.

“I’m trying to say that I can’t stand the idea that you’re not okay. I can’t stand you thinking you don’t matter, when you do.” Wrecker takes a moment to simply stroke my forehead with his thumb, “Sweetheart, have you … have you thought that maybe you need help?”

I looked down at our hands, it had been something I thought about for a long time. Something that constantly played around in my head, but I always came back to the fact, there are others who needed it more. Others who deserved that allotment. I wasn’t worthy to take that space, wasn’t worthy to have someone try and fix me. Which I know wasn’t true, I know I deserved help just like everyone else, regardless of what my brain tried to tell me. Truth was I was scared. Scared of what asking for help really meant. 

“It’s scary.”

“What is?”

“Asking for help.”

“Why?”

I take a deep breath, letting out a shaky sigh, “Being vulnerable. Opening myself up … what if I can’t be fixed? What if it makes it worse? What if everyone realizes how pathetic I am?”

“First, you’re not pathetic. You are never pathetic. You’re ill, love. And when you’re ill, you go see a doctor. Second, it’s not about fixing, it’s about managing. Managing whatever symptoms you have. Maybe trying to figure out what triggered you, or if you need medication. And finally, sometimes it gets darkest just before the dawn.” His hand is gentle as he slowly and smoothly strokes my head, “It might get worse before it gets better, but that doesn’t mean you’re alone. I will look after you. Help you. You won’t be alone.” He presses the gentlest kiss to my forehead. “But none of it will work until you’re ready to get help. So in the meantime, can I simply hold you, remind you you’re not alone. You are important. You matter. And you’re loved. Not just by me, but by everyone.”

I can’t talk as I try to fight the tears that are welling up, I shift on the bed, Wrecker, lying down beside me as he pulls me close, holding me, and hiding me from the world in his arms.

“Also, I’m sorry, love. I broke your door. I’ll fix it later.”

“ ‘tis okay.” I sob out, crying into his chest, and holding him close as I finally start to see the streaks of light shining through the darkness. 

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[techtalksfics]

If i may...

A migrane care fic would be nice. Wrecker using his inside voice and letting you sleep on his chest. Or maybe using his big hand as an eye mask bc you lost yours.

Totally NOT a fantasy of mine or anything 🫣

I loved this request! Whilst I've luckily never had a migraine, I've had friends suffering from them so I hope this lives up to expectations.

It's the first real thing I've written for the Bad Batch in a long while so I'm super, super nervous to post. I really hope it's okay!

Migraine Support (Wrecker x gn!Reader)

Summary: Wrecker comes to the rescue when you're having a migraine. Cute support is offered.

Warnings: None - this is pure Wrecker fluff

Word Count: 947 words

"HEY, babe! You missed one hell of a mission. I mean the whole thing was like... BOOM!" Wrecker's loud and energetic voice reverberated through the entire bunk room as he entered the space looking for you. But then he noticed you lying on the bed, blocking out the lights with your hand over your eyes. Your hand was rather unsuccessfully doing the job based on the pained expression on your face. You were having the worst migraine you'd have in a while. Every time you moved your hands from your eyes, the agonising flashes of light you saw and the worsened throbbing in your head were truly unbearable, and even with your eyes closed, you were still feeling nauseous and the pain in the your head was agonising.

"OW!" You winced and groaned in pain as his voice decimates your brain. "Inside voice, Wrecker. Inside voice." He all but yelps in dismay, albeit he tries to do so quietly as he sees you lying there; a truly sorry sight for his eyes. He takes the sight in. You lying on your side, facing away from him with you hand over your eyes, clearly trying to block out the fluorescent lights in the bunk room. He reckoned your little hands weren't doing much in the way of removing the light from your vision. He frowned at the sight. He really did hate seeing you in pain.

You then feel the weight of the bunk droop and a hand gently falls to your waist as he sits beside you. He lowers his voice to what can only be described as a Wrecker whisper. It's not quite a whisper but it's close enough to one, you supposed. "Is it one of your migraines, baby?"

You nod a little, wincing as this movement did your pain no favours, keeping your hand over your eyes. "Where's your eye mask babe?" You shrug, not having a single clue or care as to where you'd left it this time. You were pretty sure you'd left it on Ord Mantell, on your last visit. But to be fair, it could be in any star system you'd visited since Ord Mantell and wherever the hell you are now. Either way, the pain and confusion brought on the migraine was blocking any reasonable thoughts on the matter. You really did not care. He lowers his voice even further, "wait right here...I'll be right back." His voice is kindly getting quieter and quieter for your benefit. When the bunk bounces up slightly, you gather he must be walking away.

"Where the hell else am I gonna go?" You retort somewhat bitterly as the pain is putting you more than a little on edge. He chuckles a little at that, mumbling 'good point' as he heads out to speak to Tech in the cockpit.

"Hey Tech," he says, approaching him quickly, "do ya think you could cut the lights to the bunks for a bit? They're having one of them migraines and the lights in the bunk ain't helpin'." Tech sighs a little but agrees, resolving the matter quickly.

"The lighting systems to the bunk room are now off," Tech confirms in a rush as he quickly goes back to the previous maintenance work he was performing.

Wrecker thanks him and quickly returns to you, attempting to be as quiet as possible as he now enters the dark bunk room. He sits beside you on the bunk again, his weight drooping the bed a little again, making his return obvious. He carefully whispers, "does that help at all?" You nod only a little, learning from your previous mistake. But you were still too scared to take your hand away from your eyes, wishing to avoid any extra pain.

After a few moments of silence, he clambers over you carefully, lying on the inside of the bunk beside you. His arm adjusts you in a surprisingly delicate and careful manner. He guides your body towards him and you naturally cuddle into him, an instinct you'd developed over the course of your relationship. The arm closest to you, slips under your neck, your head now resting on it. His fingers gently stroke your hair. He is trying so hard to keep as quiet as he can; showing you affection through action instead of words that would clearly only make things worse. After all, his indoor voice was not that much quieter than his normal voice.

"Do you, maybe, wanna use my hand to cover your eyes?" He seems somewhat nervous and careful when asking this, wondering if that might be an incredibly weird thing to suggest. But when your hand slowly falls away from your closed eyes, he quickly replaces it with his much larger, coarse one. The sheer size of his hand covers most of your face, and it perfectly blocks out all remaining light. You sigh a little in relief. That was much, much better.

"Thank you, sweetie," you mumble quietly, burying yourself into him a little more with your hand now over his chest. "These stupid migraines," you complain, "I wish they'd just stop. I hate it." The statement was honeyed with desperation and distress in equal measure but Wrecker simply held you closer, his hand massaging your head gently, playing with your hair in intervals, just how he knew you liked it. "Did - did Tech cut the lighting systems off in here?" The sudden realisation that the darkness in the bunk room was a lot more potent than it had been just minutes earlier.

"Yeah," Wrecker whispers gently, his breath tickling your hair, "I reckun you needed a bit of a break from the lightin' in here. He'll turn it back on after your migraine goes away." Your heart could melt at the softness and thoughtfulness of this beautiful man whose hand covered your eyes. You knew Wrecker struggled with quietness, being such a fan of explosions and chaos. His love and enthusiasm towards the chaotic battles and loud music was unmatched by anyone.

Suddenly, you felt a soft, small plushie being placed between you. ‘Lula,’ you thought to yourself, and you smiled a little at that. You know how much he loves Lula, she was the answer to all his sadness, and he clearly hoped it would be the same for you.

After a little while, you finally managed to take a small nap, waking up hours later, feeling slightly better than before. Wrecker slept peacefully beside you. The hand that had been covering your face was now holding your much smaller hand over his chest. You smiled softly at the sight. His innocent face contented by his slumber. For now, you were happy to just lay there with him and Lula of course; your sweet and loving Wrecker, the cuddly, caring bear had made that migraine feel so much better.

[techtalksfics]

Man is the love of my life, and he deserves all the love in the world. Always reblog for Wrecker love!

Hi just a very very passionate reminder at how criminally underrated this boy is

LIKE SHOW MY BOY SOME RESPECT PLS I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HE DOESNT GET NEARLY ENOUGH RECOGNITION THAT HE DESERVES

[gars-weaponeer]

Incorrect Bad Batch Quote #4

Wrecker: So why do they call you "Echo"?

Echo: Because I tend to repeat myself.

Hunter: ... huh? (Confused)

Echo: Because I tend to repeat myself.

Tech: ... What? (Distracted)

Echo: Because I tend to repeat myself.

Crosshair: -Grins- Say that again? (Teasing)

Echo: Because I tend to--

Echo: -Annoyed Glare-

[dragon-pups]

ANOTHER

[robotsandramblings]

Cody: these guys are Clone Force 99.

Cody: we don't let 'em off Kamino much 'cause they're assholes.

(ref / og)

[bad-batch-lurker]

Gonna have to start a GoFundMe to pay Dee Bradley Baker, IN CHARACTER, to read and respond to thirst posts about Tech (but also Hunter, Echo, Crosshair, and Wrecker as treats).

Who’s with me? 🤣

[huntressdarkness]

Feline Goddess - HuntressDarkness - Star Wars - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

The light vanishes as quickly as it appeared, leaving the chamber dark once more. Crosshair edges forward, hands tight on his rifle in case he needs it. As he enters the room, Tech and Wrecker right behind him, his eyes go to the figure sprawled on the altar by the statue. Hunter. Or used to be Hunter, at any rate. - - - - - - - - - - When Hunter becomes the victim of an ancient goddess, the only way for the Batch to bring him back to himself… is to fuck him better. And that raises its own series of dilemmas

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CT-9904 | Crosshair/CT-9901 | Hunter, CT-9901 | Hunter/CT-9902 | Tech, CT-9901 | Hunter/CT-9903 | Wrecker Characters: CT-9901 | Hunter, CT-9902 | Tech, CT-9903 | Wrecker, CT-9904 | Crosshair Additional Tags: POV CT-9904 | Crosshair, Pre-The Bad Batch Arc (Star Wars: The Clone Wars 2008), Animal Transformation, Cat/Human Hybrids, Intersex CT-9901 | Hunter, Breeding Kink, Submissive CT-9901 | Hunter, Magical Healing Cock, but not really lol, Mildly Dubious Consent, Ritual Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Double Vaginal Penetration, Hopeful Ending

@bottomhunterweek

[twiishaa]

hehehe hi!! who's ur bias wrecker in enhypen 👅👅

HI BBY HI HI HI

ok my bias wrecker hmmm... lowk it changes every day but rn it's sunoo i think

[heartless-smashorpass]

KH Unversed SoP #21

[last-of-cheese]

@sunshinesdaydream have you seen this cute shit yet?

Took some sketch requests over on twt. First up is Wrecker making a flower crown

[techtalksfics]

If this season doesn't have a happy ending, I'm gonna punch out some people.

[gars-weaponeer]

Incorrect Bad Batch Quote #14

-The Bad Batch causing chaos as usual.-

Hunter: Alright That's enough!

Hunter: Do you want me to call your mother?!

Crosshair, Wrecker and Tech, stopping the chaos and running off: NOOOOO!

Hunter: Heh, Works every time, they are scared to death of him-- Echo, appearing behind Hunter: Call me for what?

Hunter: -yelps-

[dragon-pups]

More for the collection!

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