Mar 5, 2025
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
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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
If this season doesn't have a happy ending, I'm gonna punch out some people.
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.
Wrecker Help
For me, Wrecker is a soft baby when it comes to romance but I want to try and expand or get used to writing more for him.
So...If anyone has anyone has any Wrecker based fantasies, please...PLEASE inbox me so I can try and write for him some more. I love him so, anything... anyone. Just pop my inbox a little message.
Batter Up (Wrecker x Reader)
Summary: Wrecker returns home from a mission with his brothers. You bake and Wrecker can't wait to give your baking a try.
Author's Note: this was requested by an anon (if that's you, thank you). It's prompt 73: cooking or baking together. I know nothing about baking beyond brownies and blondies so these are just gonna be called sweet treats or treats...sue me.
Warnings: None - just some tooth rotting fluff.
Word Count: 1.9K
Wrecker had been away on a mission for quite some time. Longer than usual. Since you'd begun spending more and more time together, it made the absences even more difficult and lonely.
He kept in contact wherever he could but you knew that wasn't always easy for him to, and so you appreciated the effort. He would send you soppy short messages like 'thinking of you' or 'I miss seeing your smile'. These silly little messages always made you smile with glee and almost jump and down on the spot in euphoria. He was thinking about you as much as you were thinking of him.
Sometimes, when they were resting on the Marauder, you'd talk over comms and you'd carry on and on until you could hear him snoring away and his eyes lightly closed. You'd end the transmission, smiling to yourself.
But today's message was different, it simply read, 'I'm coming home'.
Beautiful (Wrecker x Plus Size!Reader)
Summary: You're feeling insecure, not good enough and so you implode the good thing. Wrecker's confused and hurt. But his brothers and sister are on hand to help.
Author's Note: I understand this feeling better than most so I've tried to keep it as real to the feeling I know as possible. But at the same time, it took a while as I had to take time not to get wrapped up in thinking about this. It may not match everyone's feeling but I hope you still enjoy this.
Warnings: A couple of swear words, insecurity, inferred depression, heavy drinking as a coping strategy (note to whoever needs it: don't do this - it's not coping, it's masking). Angsty. It's definitely Angsty.
Word Count: 3.2 K
You looked at yourself in this beautiful scarlet dress. The low neckline was designed to show off certain assets. The chifron sleeves flowed down around your arms, opening at the sleeve. The georgette skirt flowed down to your knees. The dress was beautiful.
You, however, were not. This dress wasn't designed for you. You looked in the mirror and sighed. This dress is too pretty for the likes of me, you thought beratingly to yourself. You felt the tears start falling from your eyes.
Your arms looked fat, your thighs were fat and rubbed together, your waist was too wide, your cheeks too plump. Everything was just ugly.
You had spent two hours getting ready for your date with Wrecker. He'd finally worked up the courage to ask you out. You didn't think he was interested in you like that, even though you were definitely interested in him like that.
He'd seen you hanging out at 79's and had instantly fallen for you. He watched you laugh at the stories the clones told you. But she always made time to come and talk to him and his brothers, despite the protests from the other clones. "They're just the Sad Batch, you don't need to waste your time over there," they often told you. But you didn't care. You liked all of them.
All of Wrecker's brothers liked talking with you. Your intelligence, confidence and brawn made the conversation interesting for all of the. Whilst Wrecker didn't always understand the things you talked about, particularly the conversations with Tech, he always watched you with a goofy grin on his face. Every once and while, your eyes would drift to him and his ears would pink up, he'd panic and look away.
So, when he finally plucked up the courage to ask you on a date, you immediately said yes.
You always went to talk to the boys because of Wrecker. You adored him. He was truly a gentle giant, a big kid in the best of ways. He always took the time to ask how you were, how work was and even ask how your family were. He genuinely cared. It helped that you thought he was incredibly handsome.
Headcanons - Shy S/O
Author's Note: This was another anonymous request, it was non-specific so I ran with it. Prompt 61: A Shy S/O. Hope it's okay!
Wrecker
How did you meet? Over a shared love of Mantell Mix. You’d seen him at the stall several times. He was somewhat hard to miss, due to his size, even when he was on his knees sharing with Omega. You’d overheard Cid’s name mentioned so you figured if you hung out at the parlour enough, you may run into him eventually.
Who approached who? He approaches you. He’d seen you staring and at first, he was self-conscious. Assumed you didn’t like clones or the way he looked. But after speaking to Hunter, it became clear that you were interested…just shy. You introduced yourself and that was that. He may have been a little less nervous than you, but he could feel his heart hammer in his chest as he got closer to you. . His introduction was far from perfect, he scratched his neck and sort of mumbled out “uh – hi, Wrecker,” his eyes went wide, “my name is Wrecker.” Smooth. Real Smooth. When he spoke to you, you blushed immediately and stumbled over your words. He realised just how shy you were, so he may have overcompensated a little bit. More than a little bit. He talked a lot, he laughed louder than normal, and he made the first move for a date, for a kiss, for more.
Do they talk about the shyness? After your first kiss, you’d panicked and tried to run away but he simply followed you. When he finally got you to talk and, believe me, it was a struggle, you simply told him, “I guess I…you just make me nervous.” He gave you a look as if to say no shit. He placed his hand on your cheek, but the sheer size made it cover you face and that made you giggle. He giggled along with you. “You don’t need to be nervous with me. I’m just some big,” he kissed you, “idiot. But if you are nervous, that’s – uh – okay too. I like you, for you. Nerves and all.”
Hunter
How did you meet? Hunter had gone for a walk, just to get some space, some peace and quiet in his mind. They were on some distant planet and once again, Tech and Echo needed to repair the ship. He’d sighed at that. They couldn’t seem to go anywhere without damaging their home. What he hadn’t told the others is that he just needed some time to himself, and he had wanted to try this ‘meditation’ thing Omega had been going on about. He’d settled himself in a secluded area and closed his eyes, trying to focus on his breath.
Who approached who? Now normally, you would never approach a stranger, but he was sitting next to a pretty potent and poisonous plant and you worried that with wrong move, he’d find himself in a lot of trouble. You tried clearing your throat, but it was so quiet, you were certain he hadn’t heard you. Come on, you can do this, you thought, gearing yourself up. What you didn’t know is that he knew you were there, but he just did not want to open his eyes. He’d been peaceful… until you cleared your thought. “Um, excuse me,” you mumbled barely above a whisper, “I…I just thought you oughta know that plant is pr-pretty dangerous.” With that his eyes whipped open and he saw you. You were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen even with the crimson dusting on your cheeks and the nervous twitch of your hand.
Do they talk about the shyness? Yes, definitely. He’d probably notice your nervous twitches, the way you bite your nails, the way your heart races and unfortunately, the man has heightened senses so can smell the nervous sweat as it pours from you. Before he could pursue you, with a clear conscience at least, he had to discuss it with you. You talked for a long time, about trauma and just the way certain situations made you feel. Explaining that’s why you came to the middle of nowhere, why you lived the life you did, and he seemed to understand. When he eventually took your hand in his, he affirmed “there’s nothing wrong with being shy, there’s nothing wrong with being cautious. That smart head of yours just understands that there’s a balance of good and bad in this world.”
Tech
How did you meet? You did some repair work for Cid when she wasn’t able to do it herself. You were quiet, cheap and didn’t ask too many questions, particularly about her newly acquired clone friends. But you didn’t ask for fear of introduction. You were often around when mission briefs were happening, either fixing something of Cid’s or completing contracted repair work which Cid let you do in her parlour. She said you needed the company – she was probably not wrong.
Who approached who? Tech would approach you, though not that you hadn’t tried on several occasions. But on those occasions where you’d tried, he’d be working on something, and you thought perhaps you could help. You’d walk towards him with purpose and then divert away before actually reaching him. He’d noticed. Of course, he had. He couldn’t understand why you couldn’t simply talk to him. In his eyes, you had much in common and he had admired your work ethic from afar. It wasn’t until after he realised that you were distracting his otherwise streamline thoughts that he approached you, asking some innocuous question about your work. He already knew the answer, but he thought it might make it easier for you to speak to him. He knew you were shy, and he had been right. Talking about your mutual love of tech kickstarted a beautiful friendship and when the time eventually came, a beautiful romance.
Do they talk about the shyness? Yes, but not really in the way the others would discuss it. It would more be a case of fascination. A fascination with how he made you feel shyer than his brothers, about the things that trigger anxiety, about how your body feels, what your brain experiences. Almost like a scientific experiment. When you finally asked him about it, as you sat next to him in the cockpit, you asked why he was so fascinated. “I am fascinated,” Tech choked on his voice for a moment, “but only in so far as I have learned that talking helps with shyness and anxiety or panic attacks. I hoped the talking may ease your worry.” Tech was helping you strategically – the best way he knew how.
Crosshair
How did you meet? You were a medic for the Empire, though not really by choice. You’d sort of inherited the role from your work with the Republic but after the fall of the jedi, your safest option was the Empire, as much as you hated it. You were a steady medic and often had ingenious ideas. But people were not really your thing. You were far worse around a certain silver-haired clone than you were any of the regs. He seemed tired and lonely – feelings to which you could relate. Not that you’d tell him. You could barely string to words together in his company.
Who approached who? Approached may not be applicable in this introduction. He was injured and you were the medic on call. Although he made the effort to get you talking. “You don’t talk much, huh?” Was all he could think of to ask you. It’s not like you’d given him much to go on. Blushing pink, you mumbled, “unless you want an update on minor injuries, I don’t have much of interest to say.” He smirked at that. So, there was little bit of fire in your belly and that’s when he realised, you really were just shy. Fiery but shy. A combination he liked in a woman.
Do they talk about the shyness? Your relationship with Crosshair didn’t rely a great deal on talking, particularly in the early days. Every once and while, he’d nip at your earlobe and whisper things like, “who knew such a shy girl could be so dirty.” Or he’d joke that it’s always the quiet ones. But, as your connection deepened, it drifted into deeper thoughts, he wanted to know why someone as capable as you could be as shy are you are. You’d be vague, call it a rough childhood, bad family, hard times, whatever worked. Given more and more time, you’d become more and more specific and he cherished that, though he’d never admit that out loud.
Echo
How did you meet? Rex introduced you. A rebel fighting the cause, alongside the clones. You’d fought with clones throughout the wars, and you weren’t giving up now. The introduction was so very vague. Rex had given a sigh and a little shrug, he pointed at you and said your name and your rank and then pointed at Echo, spoke his name for your benefit and announced as a member of “Clone Force 99”. That piqued your interest. All you could muster after the lacklustre introduction, was a small ‘hi’ and a little wave. Well, truthfully, everything about him had piqued your interest. You’d watched from afar as Rex had walked through the room with his arm around the new clone and you’d continued to watch discretely. But that’s all you ever did…watch.
Who approached who? This one’s tough for Echo and it’s tough for you. You’re both incredibly shy, particularly when attracted to someone, but you both have a lot of questions you wanted to ask each other. Rex could spot the interest a mile off. He sighed at you attempting communication – hopeless. So, Rex had sat you both down for a makeshift dinner and almost forced you into communicating with one another. Once the conversation began to flow and the whole thing became less painful for Rex to watch, you became inseparable.
Do they talk about the shyness? You both eventually discuss your fears and insecurities with one another. Your biggest self-deprecating thought was how incredibly shy and introverted you were. He pointed out that so was he, but you still liked him. Luckily for you, he had no idea just how much you liked him. It would’ve been inappropriate at a time like this. One evening as you sat together watching the sunset, he turned his head to you and simply said, “you are fierce, and wise, and capable. Your shyness is just one part of you and I… I like every part of you.” You didn’t know your whole face could flush so much, so quickly.
Cliché (Wrecker x Reader)
Summary: You were working at the market when the worst moment of your life happened. Luckily, Wrecker was on hand to help and he helps in more ways than one.
Authors Note: this is based on the wonderful prompt I received for Wrecker. This is pre Order 66. The first part is just a build up - please bear with it. I hope it's not totally awful.
Warnings: some mentions of violence, a single swear word, maybe some PTSD in nightmare form.
Word Count: 3.8K
You worked at one of the lower city market stalls on Coruscant. Selling trinkets and jewellery; some of the beskar necklaces with jewels of effervescent light had even been designed, forged and moulded by you and you were incredibly proud of your profession. It helped that these pieces were often very popular at the market. Popular enough to ensure you could comfortably get by in the world. In the lower depths of Courscant, you even attracted some of the higher classes. The market added a depth of colour and artistry otherwise missing in the grim lower streets of the city.
In recent weeks, there had been an increase in clone activity in the area. Not that you minded. The rumours suggested that some unknown threat was expected. So it was probably good that they were around. The clones were always friendly enough with the sellers in the market. They were easy to talk to, hand interesting tales to tell. Your mother always said that the measure of a person is in their actions and not their upbringing. So you certainly never judged a clone who lived in service to the Republic. The clones were polite and professional, and you'd finally adjusted to the eerie similarities they all shared.
Need to know, you often reminded yourself when the clones were sheepish about the reason for their presence.
As the day wore on, you found yourself perched on a stool fiddling with the clasp of your latest design. A representative from Bespin was eager to purchase it when it was ready. You'd also sold a couple of the expensive pieces you'd made today. The buyer of both was an upper class regular and because she liked your designs, she was always kind to you. She didn't treat you like you were beneath her and you liked her kindness. As you fiddled away, you finally managed to the clasp fixed onto the necklace when it happened.
The explosion.
This explosion was loud enough, big enough and close enough to leave you entirely incapacitated; your ears were ringing and somehow, you'd fallen to the floor in the sudden, unexpected commotion. Your knees stung as the skin was ripped from your apparently abrasive fall to the ground. The concrete floor beneath you was an unforgiving surface to crash into. A loud thumping in your head now accompanied the ringing in your ears and it caused you to scream out in pain. Everything seemed to hurt.
Knowing you were better than being the damsel in distress, you steadied your breathing. You managed to crouch yourself into a seated position, you finally opened your eyes and looked above your table.
It was complete, unmitigated carnage. People were running, screaming, yelling for their friends and loved ones. People were injured and limping away from the scene. Other were simply not moving at all, and you knew what that meant. Some began searching for their loved ones in the rubble of the building behind the market. Others tried to drag injured survivors away from the explosion site. As you watched a man drag a lady away, you noticed the unmoving bodies of two clone troopers. Both of whom you recognised.
You frowned as you noticed your dear friend Jido’s stall was engulfed in the red and blue flames.
What the fuck kind of explosive causes red and blue flames, you asked yourself, alarmed by the site. Jido’s beautiful wooden etches were crisping to ashes in the flames. He worked so hard on his work and now it was all gone. You felt devastated for him but simultaneously and selfishly worried for your own work.
Suddenly, Jido appeared beside you, crouched on one knee. He placed his hand on your shoulder as he tried to refocus your attention away from the carnage.
"Jido," you whimpered, "your work is -"
"Not as important as us getting away from. Like right now." His soft, deep and lilted accent rumbled around the air, momentarily blocking out the screams. It blocked them out long enough for your shaken brain to kick into gear. You stood quickly, stumbling slightly as you did so.
Then came the second explosion. An explosion of gas and smoke. Your eyes began to burn.
“It’s some kind of smoke bomb,” Jido yelled, lifting his blue shirt to cover his mouth, “close your eyes, cover your mouth and get under your stall. I’ll go and get help.” In that moment, you were so happy that you knew such a brave soul.
And with that, he was gone. You closed your eyes and covered your mouth as instructed, hiding yourself away. You tried desperately to not focus on the screams. The fear in your heart was heightened and you could feel the panic numbing your body as you sat there alone. The smell of burning wood and flesh invaded your nose.