Summary: There was always a push and pull with Eddie. He’ll kiss you in an abandoned corner of the library and then barely talk to you in the cafeteria, but will look like a kicked puppy if you so much as think about giving him a cold shoulder. You care for him, deeply, but sometimes, he confuses the shit out of you.
A/N: Let me say already that this is by no means my best work. It’s just something I randomly wrote while bored, with a bit of Halloween spirit. Definitely not very proofread.
The burn of vodka was unpleasant down your throat, still, you kept on drinking, tilting the red solo cup until the last drops of your drink were gone.
You didn’t know whose house this was, honestly you didn’t care. Halloween was one of your favorite holidays, and when a friend finds you a party to go to, you don’t ask many questions. As a last-minute call, you snatched a long, black cloak and a witch’s hat from your closet, pairing it with a dark dress you hadn’t used in a few good years and a pair of boots so you had a costume.
one shot where hotch has a wet dream about the reader and avoids her just to not get 'tempted' but she thinks hes mad at her <3333 bonus could be where during one of their hotel stays, he sees her wearing the same clothes as his dream and loses it ifykyk.... ;)
hiii <333 i combined these two asks i hope you don’t mind 😌
this got 1.8k words long lmfao
nsfw-minors don’t interact
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“I guess you’re stuck with me then,” you giggled shyly, but turned your head to look into his eyes anyway.
Aaron felt his knees get weak at the eye contact, since the last time he looked into your eyes was the night before; when you were on top of him, moving slowly up and down and up again.
He hadn’t dared to look into your eyes ever since. And the sweetheart that you were, probably thought he was mad at you. Because you had no idea that he was inside you last night. You had no idea that he avoided eye contact with you like it would burn him alive because he was afraid it actually would. You had no idea you were starring in his last night’s dream.
He shut his eyes, breathing deeply, trying not to think about you in his old t-shirt, riding him to bliss.
i miss u open the door pls :3 | tasm!peter parker x reader
“Babe, be serious. Let me in!” his pleading was half joking. You smiled despite yourself at his antics. “Let me hold your hair back. It’ll be romantic!”
“Nothing about this is romantic,” you said unhappily.
“You’re being very obtuse right now,” Peter said.
summary: you get food poisoning. peter parker is a loving dork [2.2k]
warnings: fluff, slight hurt/comfort heavy on the comfort, does get a bit steamy, idiots in love, sick/throwing up, she/her pronouns used for reader, fem reader
“There’s no metal bikini,” [Ridley] says with a laugh, in reference to
Fisher’s costume she wore while a slave of Jabba the Hutt in Return of
The Jedi. “I’m
actually very happy with what this new story says about women and how
it represents them: Rey isn’t important because she’s a woman, she’s
important and she’s a woman.”
