batmayne

[batmayne]

masterlist

bucky barnes

• fluff alphabet

peter maximoff

• flirting?

tech

• “no ones ever done this to me before”

hunter

• “you need to rest now, don’t move”

[batmayne]

request: Hi, I love your blog! Are you still taking requests? If so, can I request a Hunter (from Bad Batch) reader insert with the prompt, "You need to rest now. Don't move." Thank you! by @redwingstan

wc: 1,037

You knew beforehand that traveling on the run from the empire with the remnants of clone force 99 was sure to come with its share of troubles, but you weren’t expecting all of this. As a former mechanical technician working on Kamino along with the batch (specifically Tech) for the past several years, you weren’t as skilled in battle as they were obviously-but could still hold your own in a fight. This left you as Omega’s babysitter the majority of the time, opting to stay and work on any repairs that the ship may have needed while everyone else was off doing something of higher risk.

Staying back and watching Omega wasn’t something you didn’t mind doing of course, quite often enjoying the young girl's company. It wasn’t like you exactly had a choice though, not if Hunter had anything to say about it. Though in the past prior to their desertion you had been more of Tech’s friend-spending most of your time with him, upon your decision to leave you had grown closer to Hunter as well. Your calm disposition and his more gruff and off-putting personality actually meshed very well, with his brothers teasing taking note of it from time to time.

While it was normally discrete, coming in the form of staring when one thought the other wasn’t looking and often acting as Omega’s parents-nothing was ever made official. The both of you were well aware that in your current situation there was no time for a relationship, and neither of you was aware of how the other felt in the first place. Even though it was obvious to everyone else, hence the teasing and Omega currently on the verge of referring to you as Mom and Dad-it was a stalemate at this point. That would all change a certain night on a rather violent planet known as Situc.

Initially, you were just stopping during the day to gather parts for the ship as well as food from the local market. Things soon went awry when Tech ended up getting robbed of the parts he had just bought and everyone got separated. Hearing everything through the comm’s on the ship, you and Omega were basically sitting ducks while everything went haywire. Listening to the almost comical yelps and Wrecker hollering every few moments, you nervously touched the blaster on your hip.

“Don’t you think we should help?” Omega asked frantically, clearly shaken up at the sound of your teammates in the heat of battle.

“I don’t know Omega, something could happen to the ship if we leave it. The people on this planet are unpredictable.”

“But if we don’t go help something could happen to the team!” While you didn’t want to admit it, she was right. A couple of moments later you both exited the ship, keeping Omega close behind you in fear that you might get snuck up on. Eventually getting closer to the area where the boys were, you watched rapid blaster fire from both sides. Not even sure how this debacle began playing out, you waited on the sidelines on top of a building trying to find an opening to help. Absorbed in the fight occurring in the street below, you didn’t notice the man sneaking up behind you-a blaster ready in hand.

“Look out!” Omega squealed, trying to pull you out of way in time of the blast to no avail. Thankfully it missed your head but instead hit you right in the shin, causing you to double over in pain. Despite the situation, you thanked God for the culprit's terrible aim. Having scurried off the rooftop to try to catch the attention of one of your teammates below, with Omega gone it was just you and the growing number of thieves. Successfully blasting a good number of them away, with your position crouched on the ground you could only do so much, especially with more of them approaching by the second. Watching helplessly as they closed in, you thought you were a goner until you heard someone calling your name from down below.

Looking down to the street below, you were welcomed with the sight of Hunter standing alongside Omega, the rest of the team busy with trying to locate the parts they had lost.

“Jump!” Hunter gestured to himself, opening his arms ready to catch you. You were at least two stories up, but seeing as it was jumping or death by blaster, you limped over to the edge and went for it.

To the surprise of no one, he caught you, only stumbling back a few feet.

“Thanks for catching me.” Your heart sped up when you realized your faces were only a mere few inches apart.

“No problem.” He replied, adjusting you in his arms so you were more comfortable. Just as he was going to set you down, you felt a tug on your pant leg, only to be met with Omega holding her arms out-clearly wanting to be a part of the embrace. Picking her up into your arms, you three shared a sweet hug that was only interrupted by the others returning.

“Awe, look at the happy little family!”

“Shut up Wrecker.”

Not being able to walk due to the pulsating pain in your leg, Hunter insisted on carrying you on his back on the way back to the ship. Although Wrecker wiggled his eyebrows in your direction, you both elected to ignore it. You were both aware of each other’s feelings now, even though it was still unspoken. When you returned to the ship, you offered to help in the effort of fixing it, only for Hunter to deny it as usual. Laying you down gently on your meager-sized bed, he adjusted your now bandaged leg to make sure you were comfortable. Taking his hand and intertwining it in your own, you smiled at him fondly.

“I could be of some help you know.”

“No, you need to rest now. Don’t move.” He responded, getting up to join the others in the cockpit, not before leaving a light kiss on your hand. Your slept better that night than you had ever before on the ship, knowing that your feelings were returned.

[batmayne]

hey there! I would like to request a fluffy sam drabble with the song midnight train to georgia, thanks in advance!!

***Sam Wilson x Black Reader

➽Song: Midnight Train to Georgia by Gladys Knight

➽Words: 931

You were sprawled along the couch, casually flipping through the television channels while waiting for your pizza to arrive, although you were expecting something else—or someone else, rather. You worked at a job that rarely brought a smile to your face, so you were tired from today’s rare sighs of relief and common woes. The only thing that kept you going was the conversations you had with Sam over the phone or via video chat. They never lasted long—given that he was always busy in some other state or country—but you cherished every minute you could hear his encouraging words or see his contagious smile.

But the chances of laughing until your stomach hurt or being lulled to sleep by one of his stories was nonexistent tonight. So all you could do was worry— and other than Sam’s infamous hugs that always eased your worries, the next best thing to ease your loneliness was greasy foods and sugary drinks.

Flipping onto your stomach, you allowed your finger to occasionally press on the buttons on the remote...until a particular channel caught your eye.

“...and once again, Captain America has successfully protected the city of—"

You didn’t have time to find out where in the states he was before the doorbell rang. Gathering the crumbled bills on the coffee table, you went to the door to collect your pizza.

"Surprise."

Standing in the doorway was none other than Sam himself. To say the least his presence surprised you. So much so, that you were convinced that you were dreaming. He wasn't in his usual uniform covered in grime from the remnants of the places he had been and the adversaries he had fought. He wasn't wearing his mechanical wings, either.

He was just Sam. Sam Wilson in dark slacks and a hoodie.

"Sam?"

"Actually, it's Captain America. But 'Sam'...now that's a name I haven't heard in a while," he said, his smile diminishing briefly. "May I come in?"

You stepped back to let him in, taking your time as you closed the door. By the time you turn around, you are met with Sam standing in front of you, arms out at his sides.

“Come here," he said gently. "I need to remember what hugs feel like.”

It was as if those words unlocked a waterfall of emotions that had been boarded up inside you. You didn't hesitate as you closed the gap between you two and wrapped your arms around his neck. You stood on the tips of your toes as Sam wrapped his arms around you, your head resting on his shoulder.

"I thought you said you couldn't come tonight," you whispered in an effort to keep your tears at bay. Your shoulders shuddered and for a moment you couldn't breathe as Sam swept his hand up and down your back to soothe you. "Had I known, I would've—"

"It's okay," Sam assured you gently. "I'm here now." You pulled back to look at him, your hands resting on his shoulders. He swept a thumb against your cheek in an attempt to erase all evidence of your sorrow from the past few months.

"Let's just make up for lost time."

And that was exactly what you both did.

The next couple of hours consisted of you and Sam sitting on the couch, catching up. You told him about how much you hated your mundane desk job while he ran his thumb over the back of your hand. He gave you sound advice—advice you had heard a thousand times over the phone but took note of it now that he was sitting before you.

When the pizza arrived, he didn't let you lift a finger as he went to pay for it himself. When he returned to the couch, you two shared a large pizza until only one slice was left.

"You can have it," he said as he pushed the box towards you.

Although you could've gone for another, you shook your head.

"No, I'm full," You said with a satisfied sigh to convince him of that.

"Says the woman who just ate four slices of pizza," Sam said with a chuckle. "Y/N, I know you and I know how you are about pizza." He narrowed his eyes, making you laugh and shove his shoulder. "Just take it."

"If I take it...will you stay?" You asked.

His smile slowly faded as he took by the hands and tugged him towards his side. You shifted on the couch, curling your legs underneath you and leaning your head on his shoulder as you curled against his side. He slipped his arm around your shoulders as both of you looked at the muted tv.

"You and I both know I can't stay long," he said quietly. He leaned over to press a kiss on your forehead. "But what I can promise is I'll always let you have the last slice of pizza."

You didn't quite understand what he meant, but you brushed it off as one of his profound metaphors to avoid answering the question fully. You didn't question what he meant or try to convince him to stay like you always did when he came to Georgia. Instead, you held his hand in yours and kept your eyes on the tv until you drifted off to sleep, pretending he promised to stay forever.

The next morning you woke up alone in your apartment with a diamond ring on your finger and a note on top of the pizza box on the coffee table that read:

'Will you marry me when I get back?'

[batmayne]

𝐍𝐨 𝐎𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 - tech (bad batch)

word count: 323

Nervously thumbing the end of your blouse, you scanned the crowd made up of impatient travelers dead set on reaching their destination in a timely manner. Whipping your head back and forth while scanning the area once more, you let a sigh of resignation leave your lips. Feeling a heavy hand rest on your shoulder for a moment, and you were met with Hunter’s concerned expression. 

“He’ll be back soon enough,” he attempted to reassure you (and while you appreciated the gesture it did nothing to ease your worries). “If you keep this up you’ll worry yourself sick.” 

It wasn’t that you were doubting your closest friend’s ability to complete the mundane task of getting a part for the ship, but you were freaking out nonetheless. He had been gone for a couple of days for a trip that should’ve only taken only a day at most.

Before you could let another wave of negative thoughts wash over, you noticed a familiar helmet begin to enter the crowd. Leaving the rest of your friends who were admittedly not as concerned about Tech’s return as you had been, you began to weave through the sea of people. 

“Tech!” You called, catching his attention. Noticing you walking towards him, he lifted his helmet off his head and waved his free hand. 

“Ah, Y/N. I didn’t expect you to-“ he was cut off abruptly by your arms wrapping around his midsection, causing him to stumble back a couple of feet. After a couple of seconds of awkward silence passed, he responded. “No one’s ever done this to me before.” 

“I’m sorry!” You began sputtering and backing off immediately, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. When you attempted to take a step away, his arm slid around to rest on your back. 

“No,” he responded quietly, wrapping his other arm around and tucking his head into your shoulder-not wanting you to see his flushed face. “I-it’s nice.”

[batmayne]

Oh! There he is!

[batmayne]

You can’t outrun who you really are. ↳ SHANG-CHI AND THE LEGEND OF THE TEN RINGS (2021) dir. Destin Daniel Cretton

[batmayne]

my favourite moment of the episode ❤

[batmayne]

Torres: "Hey, you got your sleeve back!"

Bucky:

[batmayne]

SARAH AND BUCKY. SARAH AND BUCKY. SARAH AND BUCKY. SARAH AND BUCKY.

[batmayne]

First real smiles we have seen from Bucky have been at Sarah Wilson and her children.

[batmayne]

Already seeing people say that Bucky flirting with Sarah is too forced or not what he needs rn. Love this fandom🙃

lmaoo if this fandom ain’t gonna do nothing else, they’re gonna find a way to pick on a Black character or dismiss them, especially Black women smh. There wasn’t shit forced about his interactions with Sarah. In fact, a lot of it was their body language and his facial expressions, so if anything the flirting was subtle and came off natural. These fools are just anti-Black and anti-Bucky-flirting-with-a-woman, so they can’t even appreciate a cute scene for what it is. Smh I dread the crap I’m probably gonna see on here and twitter and TikTok today

[batmayne]

sarah didn't just say 'hey' to mr buckingham barnes she said ' 👀😘💫🥰heyyy 🥰💫😘👀'

[batmayne]

[batmayne]

#same Sarah, same

[batmayne]

***TFATWS EPISODE 5:

BUCKY AND SARAH.

BUCKY AND SARAH...THATS IT. THEY ARE THE MOMENT. THEY ARE EVERYTHING.

[batmayne]

i love cinematic parallels

[batmayne]

𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆? - peter maximoff

author’s note: this is my first Peter fic so I apologize if I mischaracterize him! Also some notes, Peter is 17 in 1973/Days of Future Past (he was born in 1956) and 27 in 1983/Apocalypse. The X Men timeline is mad wonky so I just have Logan waking up sometime in his future when the timeline has been fixed. Reader is referred to with she/her pronouns. I hope y’all enjoy!

genre: slight enemies to lovers, fluff

word count: 1350

1973

As you watched the pot filled with some strange boiling liquid hurl itself toward you, all you could do was hold your arms up in a feeble defense. Though a mutant yourself, nothing could’ve prepared your powers for the amount of commotion and chaos that was occurring at the moment. Even with three strange men showing up at your door randomly (with one claiming to be a friend of yours in the distant future), you still hadn’t expected to lose your life already, you were only 16 for goodness sake! There was so much more to life than killed by a stray pot containing a sad excuse for food.

A couple of seconds passed and instead of being knocked unconscious, you felt a swift breeze rustle your clothing. Removing your hands from your face, you were met with a smirking Peter Maximoff holding said now empty pot a few inches from your face - much to your disappointment.

Despite only knowing him for several hours, Peter had managed to get on your nerves more than anyone you’d ever met, which was saying something. That being said, he wasn’t exactly too fond of you either, hence why he attempted to spend every minute of your time together trying to get under your skin. He could tell by the look of disapproval on your features that you weren’t in moral agreement with the stacks of stolen merchandise that lined his basement walls. But for the sake of breaking Magneto out of prison you two agreed to get along for the time being, it took a lot of reassurance from Logan though.

At one point he had to pull over on the side of the road because your bickering was distracting him from driving.

“Are you two going to stop flirting long enough for us to reach the Pentagon?”

“Flirting?” Peter questioned incredulously, placing his arms behind his head and slouching further in his seat. “I wouldn’t date her if she was the last woman on this planet.” Instead of responding with a sarcastic remark, you just shoved him and ignored his comment. Crossing your legs and peering out of the window as Logan pulled off the curb, you had asked yourself why that last comment bothered you so much. But what you didn’t know was that Peter would be asking himself a similar question when he stared at you for a couple of seconds too long when making sure the pot and it’s contents didn’t hit your head. Sure, he couldn’t see your face because of your hands and while your body position was rather comical at the moment - he had to admit, you were cute. Not that he would ever say it aloud though.

“Thank you.” You replied quietly, and attempted to shuffle out of the room along with Charles and Erik.

“What?” He called back at you, causing you to stop and let Logan brush pass you into the hallway. “No response this time?” He asked once again, wondering why you didn’t call him stupid or at least have some sort of comeback, but all he got in return was an eye roll.

“Y/N, Peter, I just want to thank you both for helping us, it is greatly appreciated.” Charles and Hank bidded you both farewell, and handed the keys over to Peter. “And Y/N, make sure he gets the car back safely please, and Peter make sure she gets back home safe.”

Peter’s horrid driving skills made you wonder why he wasn’t imprisoned with Erik for being a danger to society, but that wasn’t a surprise to you of course. You thought everything about him was reckless, which was the sole reason you couldn’t see eye to eye. As stated earlier, Peter found you insufferable as well, thinking that you were allergic to fun or something. Despite that, couldn’t deny that the way the afternoon sunlight coated his features made your stomach flutter the slightest bit. What were you even thinking? You were obviously suffering from exhaustion from the days events that were clouding your mind anyway.

“Where do you want me to drop you off at anyway?” Peter asked, breaching your thoughts as he ran another light.

“U-um, the public library is fine.” You stuttered out quickly, now concerned as to why him just glancing in your direction caused you to temporarily lose your usually cool composure.

After about an hour of awkward silence and Aerosmith blasting from the radio, you reached your destination.

“Thanks for the ride, make sure you get it back safely.” You eyed him seriously before waving briskly and closing the door. Before you could even reach the top stair, you heard him call your name and so you turned around.

“Hey Y/N!” He shouted from about 20 feet away, catching the attention of onlookers. “Tell your mom I said hey!” Instead of getting angry you found yourself chuckling quietly before waving again as he sped off down the road.

After phoning a relative via a pay phone to come pick you up (fully expecting to hear an ear full for disappearing for an entire Saturday), you took a seat on a bench outside. Mulling over the intense events of the day, one would expect you to feel relieved that it was over and that you were away from all the craziness, but you instead felt quite the opposite. Growing up in a rather sheltered home, a part of you missed the action and adventure, but another part of you was missing Peter for some reason? Sure, he was aggravating and annoying and you were sure that he felt the same way, but at the same time he was the closest thing you’ve ever had to a friend.

Being a mutant was already difficult enough, and controlling your powers in a high school setting certainly wasn’t a day in the park. Everyone treated you as if you were some sort of alien or simply avoided you, but at least Peter treated you like you were normal? But there was no sense in pondering about that anyway, it wasn’t like you’d ever get to see him again.

1983

Once you had graduated high school and then gone on to higher education all the way up to receiving a masters degree, you were somewhat at a loss with what to do with your life. Having such a unique mutation as your own, you felt that you could be of use other than in a common workplace. Lucky for you, you got a call from a familiar Professor with his own school.

Having been a part of the staff of Xavier’s School for Gifted Individuals for several years now, you had achieved a steady routine, often operating as the school's nurse whenever a student was injured - which happened often.

It had started off as a normal enough day before you heard a rather boisterous explosion from deep within the school’s basement. Before you even had the chance to move or react, you found yourself outside with the rest of the students… in someone’s arms. Supporting your back with one hand and the underside of your knees, there stood an older Peter whose gaze was currently focused on the exploding building in front of you.

“Peter?” You gasped confusedly, still attempting to fathom the events that were occurring around you.

“Hey.” He replied dazedly, looking down at you with a lazy smile.

Hearing a helicopter approach in the distance, he gently set you back onto your feet. Darting around to check on the confused students, you were completely caught off guard by the wave of energy that hit you, effectively knocking you and everyone else out.

Eventually waking up and recovering after all of the commotion occurred a couple of days later, you helped treat Peter for his broken knee, which was a bit awkward. While you obviously weren’t thinking about him every second of the day, you would poke into Charles’ office occasionally and ask if he had heard about his whereabouts.

“What have you been up to these days?” You asked tentatively, not looking up from wrapping his bandages.

“I originally came here to look for my dad, er Magneto, but I think I’ll stick around a little while.” He replied, smiling as he placed his hands behind his head.

“I think I’d like that.”

The Future

Waking up years after the events of time meddling into the future, Logan found himself quite disoriented as he bumbled around the hallways. The first thing that immediately caught his attention was two voices behind a nearby door, opening to reveal an older you and Peter - with intertwined hands.

“You were supposed to be ready thirty minutes ago.” You complained light heartedly, stepping further out into the hallway. “For someone with super speed you sure do take-“ Peter abruptly brought your hand to his lips and placed a kiss on it, effectively shutting you up for the time being.

“Aw, babe, you know you’d never get rid of me.” He teased with a smirk, nodding his head slightly in greeting to Logan, while you rolled your eyes and gave him a wave.

Logan found himself giving the slightest smile at the sight of the matching rings on your hands.