She’s the right age to fit into the Batfleck timeline, a total goddess, could totally kick Batfleck’s ass and he’d thank her for the privilege and we know she’s great at both action and being classy as fuck.
Just imagine BatCat played not as a budding almost romance but as a romance that has been, she knows every trick in his book and she knows when to play him and when to stand on principle and help out, like an amicably divorced couple.
An Adventure With Peter Parker Pt. I (Peter x reader)
Hello lovies, hope your day is mighty fine. Sorry if this long or short I don’t know what the normal length with be but I hope you enjoy! xx
Description: A series of adventures and stories do you the reader and Peter Parker.
Today:You and Peter went for a swim and things almost happened?¿? Natasha than came in and made everything 100% more awkward and confusing.
Warnings: Slight cursing
It was a quiet evening in the tower. Everyone had been training all day so they could currently be found relaxing by the tv or in their rooms. Except for you and Peter, who both trained with Steve today, along with Nat, Bucky, and Sam.
Peter had asked if you wanted to go for a swim later on to relax and hang out. An offer which you gladly excepted since he was the only Avenger your age at the tower, besides you two had a thing. Nothing even close to anything, but something.
When you went down to the pool you found him there, sitting at the edge of the pool in his swim trunks. You knew he was deep into his head considering he didn’t notice you until your phone fell off the towel you had on a chair to the ground.
“Oh he-hey Y/N” He stuttered quite surprised.
You just smiled as he tinted blush on his cheeks, “ Hey Spiderboy.” He hated being called that so it was expected that he rolled his eyes in return.
Peter was going to complain but choked on words as you took of your oversized NASA shirt, revealing just your black mesh bikini. You felt his eyes on you but you actually felt more confident.
“Peter Parker get some manners.” The playfulness jumping out of your voice as you walked over to him. It took him a second to pull it together.
“I think we should come up with a name for you.” He planted at you.
Giving him a curious look you asked, “What’s wrong with Y/N?” Being it was your given name.
“I just think it’s unfair, I mean you call me Spiderboy, and it’s less fun when you don’t have a nickname.” You didn’t understand his logic but let him try to find a suiting one.
He pondered for a minute as you both sat on the pool edge, your feet dipped in the warm water. When the lightbulb in his eyes got noticeably brighter he started spitting out ideas.
All of them were either cliché or just bad. At some point he started spilling out names already used.
“Latest Star Wars.” You said, informing him of all his sources.
“You mean the greek goddess? No.” Totally out of character, sure she was the goddess of hunting, forest, the hills, and moon, but archery. That’s Clint’s greek mythological character.
“Peter that’s just sad and offensive.”
“She-Devil?” He smirked at that one, in which you took slight offense.
“That’s it im done with this.” You followed that by hoping in the pool but as you swam away something tugged your foot and pull you back.
“Why the hell do you still have that on you? It’s a pool.“ You asked as Peter took his webbing off of your foot.
“I mean for what I just did, you know it’s rude to walk away in the middle of a conversation.” He answered as you rolled your eye at him.
Swimming up to him, you let your arms and chin rest on his legs as he took of his webbing. You really hated that stuff, it was brilliant, but a pain in the ass to get out of.
“I thought when you asked if I wanted to go swimming after training that we’d actually swim.” That’s when he stood up and back up to the pool chairs.
You knew what was coming, suddenly he was running and jumped over your head into the pool. Water flew everywhere as it covered most of the floor around the pool.
Peter and you spent a while playing water games like Marco Pollo, or racing each other. Peter didn’t play fair all the time, being you were a faster swimmer than him.
This time you were tied 7-7 and this was the winning race. Almost to the finish side of the pool with Peter behind you he pulled your ankle back, but this time as you came up for air he was right there looking at you.
Both of your eyes were bloodshot from the chlorine but you just stayed, slightly stunned at your close proximity and his hand on your waist just by your back.
“Peter.” You manage to get in a small voice.
“Yeah Y/N?” He answered back but before you could find or speak any words something hurdling towards you came into your peripheral vision. Plummeting yourself underwater was the first reaction you had.
Then you noticed Peter talking to someone so you popped up like a rabbit. That’s when Nat’s presence was finally noticed.
“I didn’t want you two to get too thirsty with all that swimming so I brought you something to drink.” She said clearly wanting to make the whole situation more uncomfortable.
You looked at Peter and saw the can of Coca-Cola in his hand, identifying it as what you saw in the air.
“Anyways we were planing on watching a movie in a bit, along with ordering pizza. I was gonna see if you wanted to watch, unless I interrupted something?” She added which caused both you and Peter to shake your heads frantically while replying no in unison.
“Ok well we’re starting in half an hour so I guess i’ll see you both there.” With that she left and the both of you just floated there.
“Well um, I’m just going to go take a shower and change…so I guess I’ll meet you, I mean see you there.” You stuttered out.
“Oh uh, yeah yeah I’ll see you there.” He managed to get out.
As both of you climbed out there was a silence the whole time. Both tried not to look at each other but you could feel Peter taking glances as you dried off and put your shirt back on.
You couldn’t breath until you got into the shower, watching the shampoo and soap go down the drain as you rinsed the chlorine out.
Meanwhile with Peter.
He couldn’t believe that just happened, what did happen?
He didn’t even know how you ended up in that situation, one second you were just racing and the next you two were so close. What would’ve happen if Nat hadn’t come in?
“Hey there Underoos.” Tony said coming into the kitchen. Peter jumped as his voice snapped him out of his thoughts of you.
“You ok there buddy? That can isn’t going to open itself you know.” Tony made him nervous, because well he was Tony Stark, his idol. He was always afraid of messing up in front of him.
“Oh yeah, of course sir.” As Peter was about to open the can it suddenly did it itself. Well except it was Wanda as she came into the kitchen.
“Who says it can’t open itself?” She asked Tony. Everyone than came in the kitchen to get either bowls of chips, or popcorn, and their own drinks.
Y/N still hasn’t come down, was all Peter thought as he watched the steps awaiting your entrance. He didn’t realize that Nat saw him doing so. That’s why when you finally came into the room with your hair in a messy bun, shorts and a sweatshirt she made a comment.
“Your Spider-Boy has been waiting for you.” She smirked and you tried not to let the heat rise to your cheeks.
“Leave it alone Nat, he just gets nervous around Tony. Is the pizza here yet?” You asked and as if on queue Steve and Bucky came out of the elevators with boxes of pizza.
Once everyone got food and drinks they sat down and the movie started, you and Peter would make eye contact from across the room once in a while which Nat caught onto. Then at some point you fell asleep.
Steve woke you up at the end credits, now everyone wanted to play UNO.
At the end of the game Peter got up and went to the kitchen and when he came back he handed you an ice cream cone from the freezer.
“What’s this for?” You asked, gladly taking it.
“Just accidentally grabbed two and thought you’d like it.” He shrugged and you smiled up at him for the gesture. “Ok well I gotta get home before Aunt May freaks out, bye guys thanks for the pizza.” He said as he turned to leave while eating the ice cream cone.
“Goodnight Peter.” You called as he reached the elevator.
There was a slight smirk in his soft smile, “Goodnight.. Arsenal.”
You couldn’t object since the elevator doors closed and he disappeared. When you turned back to join the second game Sam commented, “Arsenal. I like that.”
You just smiled as you ate the vanilla ice cream cone. “Me too.”
I don't think Anakin is a naturally sexual person, it mostly depends on the person or people he's with? He's 100% for having sex with the people he loves but out of it he's more like 'eh whatever'
I mean to me Anakin is super Demi SUPER DEMI. If he isn’t already very close to you he isn’t going to be attracted to you. At all. Like he can appreciate aesthetics but he certainly doesn’t want to jump in bed with just anyone.
Once he’s with someone he loves then yeah, he’s up for sex and probably have a normal sex drive for a male his age. But it’s more he wants to have sex with this/these particular person/people not… general want for sex.
I was feeling v sad about a vanilla boy but just heard some dude say “that girl is so fucking hot” to his friend while I walked by (I def wasn’t mistaken) and it reminded me to not waste another minute on college fuckboys. Physical appearance is relatively shallow but the comment speaks to the fact that not everyone will find you to be their cup of tea (vanilla boy included 😭). So here’s your daily reminder: all of you babies are total goddesses and worth SO much. If someone in your life doesn’t treat you with due respect and kindness then cut them tf out. It’s up to you to choose who to surround yourself with, family and colleagues aside, so plz do yourself justice.
Thank you to the people of Reddit who overwhelmingly support Roxy being alive…and to those who suggested a homage to the last movie with someone doing it in the arsehole again…with a twist. Let’s just say Agent Tequila is up for the ride with her Majesty and Goddess and Totally Alive Roxy Morton.
Dedicated to @notbrogues, who is an enabler all the way.
The first thing Tequila says after they save the world is “So, anyone up
for a drink?”
“Yes, please,” Eggsy sighs.
Of course, it doesn’t happen right away—there’s damage control and
clean-up and confiscation of Poppy’s notes to contend with—but when everything’s
wrapped up, they finally do get that drink.
The Statesman bar is still miraculously standing and empty for the
evening, shut off to outside patrons. Roxy orders a few tequila shots, Eggsy
grabs a martini, and Merlin requests bourbon, while the Statesmen get various
brands of whiskey or beer. The only person who doesn’t order something alcoholic
is Harry, who accepts a glass of water.
Someone turns the radio to a country station—of course—but no one seems
to mind. Ginger and Merlin settle themselves into a booth, pulling out their
tablets. Whiskey and Tequila start a round of pool, howling every time the
white ball misses or their designated one sinks neatly into one of the holes.
Amongst the laughter are Harry and Eggsy, squeezed together in one end of the
booth, heads close together.
Roxy sidles over to the pool table, and Tequila looks up, grinning. “Want
to be on my team?”