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[snowiemimi]

help me

I have like 10 unfinished fics in my drafts but instead of finishing them i disappeared like fic writers do

istg if you guys have ANY fic ideas please send them my way i want to write again

[snowiemimi]

book lovers boyfriend James :((

James Potter but he's head over heals for you, so much so he actually voluntarily read your favorite book to talk to you about it.

He even wrote down his thoughts while reading, knowing you'd love nothing more than to hear what he thinks,,,

my dream boyfriend pls universe get me a James Potter

[snowiemimi]

RAIN STORM [Aaron Hotchner x FM! Reader] CHAPTER 2

chapter 1

SUMMARY: Hotch is not very nice to her, and she will not sit there and take criticism. Enemies to lovers, yeaaaa

A/N: This didn't really turn out the way I wanted it to, but I'm posting it anyways. This one does have a little smut, so please do not read if you're underage:))

feedback is always appreciated

NO PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION (she/her pronouns are used, female genitalia)

WARNINGS: swearing, bickering, talk about case, P in V, unprotected sex, this one does include a phone call at a very inconvinient time... (please tell me if i forgot anything)

word count: 2.5k aprox.

“Because I enjoy watching you suffer.”

She chuckled, a bit shocked at his honesty. “You what?” She said, her eyes big with confusion. Did he really just say that? He smirked, the shadows on his face dark. She took a step forward, putting the files on his desk and leaned forward. “You really want to play that game?” Hotch laughed lowly and said, “I do.”

She left his office to go pick up her things, and made her way out of the building. On her way home, she stopped by a store to get a bottle of wine. She decided she deserved it after dealing with her bitch of a boss.

At home, she was sitting in front of the tv, watching one of her favorite shows while sipping on her wine. Her head was empty, feeling kind of numb after a long case. But there was one thing on her mind.

The next morning, she woke up to the sound of her phone ringing. Still feeling groggy and extremely tired, she picked up hearing the usually happy care-free voice of Penelope Garcia, but it was concerned. “We have a case; can you get here by 7?” She answered, “yeah, see you then” and hung up. She should get ready and leave, but first, coffee.

She should have known by then that it was going to be a hard case. She had arrived at the office at 6:45, tiredly saying hello and good morning to the other team members in the bullpen. “It’s a hard one, isn’t it?” Emily muttered, sipping her own black coffee.

They had only been at home for a good 5 hours, since they got home late after the last case. Derek shuddered a bit, looking up to see Hotch walk out of his office. “Did he even leave?” She looked up at him. “Knowing him and his stubborn ass, he probably didn’t.” “Oh, so you know his ass?” Derek teased her, laughing at her shocked expression.

The meeting was long. The case was in Florida, 8 women were raped and dismembered, the unsub left them in different places, some in their own apartments, some in hotel rooms. He was not big on leaving them in public and that made it a bit harder to find them.

The biggest problem was, every single one of these women looked about the same. He had a type. And she fit that type. The first one to notice was Spencer.

“Do you guys see this?” The rest of them looked up at him. “They all have the same hair and innocent looking eyes, they’re all beautiful… And they all look like you.” He looked at her, she had noticed the same thing. “If the unsub seeks them out, in public places, we could maybe use you as leverage...” Derek started, uncertain if he should have said it out loud. “I’m down for that.” She said, looking up at Hotch, knowing he definitely had some kind of objection. He simply nodded and said, “wheels up in 20.”

The flight was on the shorter side, only around 2 hours. 30 minutes in, Hotch started going through the case with Rossi sitting next to him. Everyone else got closer and opened their own files. He was telling people where to go when they got on the ground, “and you two go to the office, set up and start on the geographical profile. Again.” He looked at her, a smirk displayed on his face.

She knew he was doing it to piss her off, and it was working. But she went with Spencer to the office and got started. Reid was talking to himself while going through some boxes, while she was standing with the board with a marker.

After a while of discussing and marking the spots of where the victims were found and where they were taken from, JJ walks into the room talking on the phone. “Guys, they found another one.”

The entire team was standing in a small hotel room. The room was modern, most of the furniture were white. The only color in the room was the big blood stain on the floor and the blood splatter on the walls.

“He’s escalating, we need to hurry.” David said, looking at her. Hotch did the same. “You said you were in, right?” She nodded, knowing it might get dangerous. “Someone should go with her though; I think the unsub likes married girls.” Spencer said, while fishing a gold ring from under the bedside table. “I say Hotch goes with her, they already bicker like an old married couple.” Emily laughed, Hotch looked strangely amused as well. It was going to be a hell of a case.

When they got back to the station, they started talking strategy. “The unsub picks up most of the girls at bars, only 2 has been somewhere else.” David said, looking up from his little notebook. “But how does he know whether or not they were married?” Hotch said, the usual unreadable expression on his face. “Why? Don’t you want to marry me?” She faked a pout, but ended up laughing. Emily snorted next to her, and Spencer giggled. “You would make an awful wife.” He bit back, amused. “Yeah yeah, we get it.” Derek laughed. “We’re definitely sending you two out together.”

The plan was to stay at a bar, hopefully the one the unsub would be at, and eventually go to the hotel across the street.

She was at JJ’s hotel room, a different hotel then the one they were going to, the hotel the team was staying at during the case. JJ had found a dress for her to put on, while Emily was fixing up her hair. The dress was a deep ruby red, flattering on her body. She looked stunning.

In Rossi’s hotel room, the boys were fixing up Hotch. And by fixing up I mean Hotch was getting ready and Derek was teasing him about her. Carefully, though, as to not step over the boundaries that he had already crossed. But Hotch did not seem to care about the teasing. He only cared about one thing at this moment.

The bar was not packed, but there were a lot of people. Hotch was already inside, sitting at the bar with a glass of whiskey in his right hand. He was looking towards the door, waiting for her arrival.

She walked in, the smell of alcohol was very strong. She saw her boss sitting at the bar, practically drooling, she smirked knowing damn well she was hot.

She sat down next to him, ordering her own drink while looking around the room. The unsub could be there, but he could also not.

“Stop drooling.” She said, looking at her boss. “You’re being obvious.” He closed his mouth and looked at his drink. “I’m not drooling, I’m throwing up in my mouth.” She laughed at him and moved a strand of hair from her face.

“Here.” He said after a moment of silence. A gold ring was placed in her palm. “Oh, you’re proposing? How cute. But I prefer silver.” She put the ring on her finger, at least it looked nice. “Dream on, sweetheart.” Her face turned slightly pink, she was not used to being called any pet names, and definitely not by her boss. “Sweetheart? What? Do you finally admit you like me?” She smiled, desperately trying to hide the fact that she just blushed. He leaned in, whispering in her ear, “Bet you’d like that, huh? Hate to break it to you, but you’re not likable even if you tried.”

They had been sitting at the bar for a good 15 minutes until he reminded her she had to go flirt with other men. He told her he was going to leave and go back to the hotel and to not do anything stupid.

She took a deep breath, hoping this plan would work. She got up, fixed her dress, and made her way to the closest available man.

After what seemed like ages and ages of flirting with disgusting and creepy men, she was giving up. But a man closer to the back of the bar caught her attention. He was eyeing a girl on the table beside her. When the girl got up and got ready to leave, he got up to follow her.

Following them into a different street, they seemed to disappear. She knew then she should not have followed them. She made her way to the hotel, feeling stupid that she left the bar over some gut feeling. At least she got a good look at him.

Knocking at the door, she knew he would probably yell the shit out of her. He opened the door and dragged her inside. “Was there a reason you left to follow them?” He said, harshly. “I had a gut feeling…” She looked down to the floor. “And what did you find out?” She swallowed. “Nothing, uhm… They disappeared…”

He sighed, “Why can’t you do anything right?” She looked up at him, feeling hurt by his words. “I don’t know, maybe because I have a boss who doesn’t trust me?” He made her blood boil. She made his head spin. “I would’ve trusted you if you were trustworthy” He was getting fired up. “If you would have a little faith in me, maybe I could do a good job. Not everyone can do well while their boss gives them shit for everything they do.”

She got frustrated. “Maybe you’re just bad at your job?” he said, getting angry as well. “If I couldn’t do a good job, you wouldn’t hire me. You should tell me if there’s anything I’m doing wrong, not give me crappy work and double the workload.” “Well, then what do you want me to do?” he said, seeming genuinely interested, for a split second. “Teach me how to do well.” She answered honestly. She took a step into the hotel room, standing beside the closet. “I’ll teach you how to do something well.” He smirked, she gasped slightly, not expecting that right after the argument.

“You’re crazy.” She bit back. He took a step towards her; she was up against the wall.

“You drive me crazy.”

She looked up into his eyes, wondering if he meant it the way she thought he meant it. Her train of thought was interrupted by her boss pushing her against the wall, crashing his lips against her. She kissed him back, his lips soft and his scent sending her senses into overdrive. After a few seconds, she pulled back slightly, smirking up at him. “So, you do admit you like me, huh” He cocked an eyebrow at her words. “Do you ever shut up?” She smiled, “No.”

He held her hips firmly, pushing himself against her. “I really can’t stand you.” He whispered in her ear, kissing down her neck. She placed her hands on his chest, pushing him slightly off of her. She pushed him towards the bed in the hotel room, sitting down on top of his hips when he laid down. She kissed his lips again, her hips moving against his. He let out a deep groan into her mouth before he picked her up and switched their positions. “You’re so annoying.” She rolled her eyes at him. “Shut up.” He said back. She rolled her hips up against his. “Can’t you give me something?” She almost whined. “Not yet. I like seeing you beg for my attention.” He smirked down at her.

“You motherfucker” she said, trying to look mad. “That’s not very nice to say to your boss, is it?” He smiled, his left hand tracing her upper body, while the other held him up. She got annoyed at his teasing, pulling his lips back onto hers. He chuckled into the kiss, his left hand making its way to hold her thigh. She broke apart the kiss, whispering into his ear. “I swear to god if you’re not going to do anything I might as well leave.” He looked into her eyes, “You want something? Sure, I’ll give you something.”

He ripped open her red dress, right in two. “Heyyy,” she whined. “I don’t have any other clothing with me.” He laughed at her. “Too bad for you.”

He dipped his head into her neck, kissing and biting softly, his hands on her breasts. “These might be the only nice thing about you.” He whispered into her ear, biting the shell of it. “Asshole.” She chuckled.

The phone rang next to her, she looked up at him, wondering if she should pick up. “Take it.” He said, smiling wickedly.

She picked up the phone, her boss standing up to undress himself. “Hello?” She gulped nervously. “Where are you guys?” Derek said, his voice filled with worry. “At the hotel, we’ll be back soon.” She answered him, Hotch was now hovering over her, taking off what was left of clothing on her body. He rolled his hips against her, skin against skin. She whimpered an “oh my god” before she was reminded about the phone call.

“Are you okay? What’s going on?” Derek was even more worried now. “He’s just being an asshole again.” She said quickly, trying to save herself. Hotch smirked, lining himself up to push into her. “Derek can i call you back?” She was desperate, bucking her own hips up against his, trying to create any kind of friction. “Sure, just don’t murder the man. I’ll see you in a bit.” He hung up. Thank god.

Hotch was smiling. “You’re evil.” She said, tangling her hands in his hair, “Please move” He did. Fast. Almost too fast. But it was delicious.

Her thighs trembled around his body, her head thrown back against the pillow. He was panting against her neck, kissing her softly when he had caught his breath. He whispered lowly in his ear, telling her how close he was, bringing one of his hands down to rub small circles on her clit. She moaned, her back arching from the sheets, she was close as well.

He painted her insides white, groaning lowly as he did. She came quickly after him, gasping for breath.

“We should get back to the station…” Her boss said, biting the shell of her ear. “If you tell anyone, I will murder you.” She looked up at him as he pulled out of her. “I have no doubt you will, with that temper of yours” He got up, and went to get dressed.

“What about my clothes? Your dumbass ruined my dress” He laughed at her, “Figure it out, smartass.”

[snowiemimi]

MASTERLIST

welcome to my masterlist! i will obviously update as i write, so stay tuned! (I am just starting out on here so its kinda empty i know)

i will add more fandoms in the future so watch out for that:))

→ AARON HOTCHNER:

⋆ RAIN STORM (series) │ 1 │ 2* │

→TOM HIDDLESTON:

⋆ LOLLIPOP // prof! Hiddleston x fm!student! Reader

BLURBS;

⋆ book lover boyfriend James potter

[snowiemimi]

RAIN STORM [Aaron Hotchner x FM! Reader] CHAPTER 1

SUMMARY: Hotch is not very nice to her, and she will not sit there and take critisism. Enemies to lovers, will eventually be smutty, yeaaa

A/N: this is the first chapter of my first Hotch fic and I hope it is to someones liking ehehe.. I've worked really hard on it and i hope it turned out good!! I'm working on more chapters and more fics (wohoo) so watch out!!!

please leave comments and feedback!

NO PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION (she/her pronouns are used)

WARNINGS: swearing, bickering, some mean comments.. (please tell me if i forgot something)

word count : 1.3k (it’s a short one :// )

She was new at the BAU, sure, but she was not ‘NEW’ at the BAU. She had been there for almost a year already, but when Hotch told her she could not join on the next case because she was not ‘ready yet’, she snapped at him. Is it smart to snap at your boss? No. Did he get very pale and flustered? Also no, come on, it was Hotch we were talking about. But he did get surprised. As did the other team members in the room.

The past year, he had treated her as a kid. Yes, she was young. And not to mention fresh out of the academy at 22, the youngest person to join the BAU, beating Spencer by a whole 2 months. But that did NOT mean she was stupid. She would not have made it this far if she was.

He was the one accepting her on to the team, he knew she was exceptionally smart, yet he still talked to her like she could not even dress herself.

And in no way shape or form would she accept that kind of treatment.

“I’ve been on this team for almost a year, Hotch, you know damn well I can work a case. I’ve done it before, and I WILL do it again.” The other team members were watching intensely. Hotch was now standing up from his chair, not a single emotion displayed on his face. Garcia also got up, carefully, seemed as to not disturb the tension in the meeting room. “Very sorry to interrupt, but Sir, she is right...” Hotch’s head snapped towards her so fast it could have fallen off. Penelope shrunk back in her chair, terrified of the big boss man.

“Give me one good reason for letting you work on this case.” He said firmly. She was confused, what did she do to deserve to not work the case. So, she asked him that. He chuckled, not even bothering answering the question. The others seemed shocked, Emily quickly jumping up to defend her. “I don’t think we can do a good job without her; we need her brains.” Hotch shook his head disapprovingly, “she’s not that special.”

After a solid 30 minutes of arguing, he gave up and let her work the case. She left the room still confused, but not about to let the comment get to her. She knew her worth; a man could not convince her otherwise. The rest of the time spent waiting for the jet, the team was talking and checking in on her just in case.

When JJ announced the plane was ready to leave, every team member sat down in their preferred spot. Hers conveniently far away from the unit chief. Next to her sat Spencer, quietly asking if they could play a game of chess while they waited for Garcia to call to talk about the case. She said yes with a small smile, at least this was normal.

Hotch very rudely ignored her the best he could the remainder of the flight, until he had to talk to her for updates.

After the team got set up in one of the conference rooms, she got started on the geographical profile alongside Spencer. Both knew very well Spencer could do it by himself, but Hotch was still sour about letting her work and she was not in the mood to argue any more than she already had.

Even though the work was limited at this point of the case, she had a decent time with Spencer. He was one of her best friends and being the closest to her age wise was just a plus. She did not know many people her age who had the same ‘gifts’ as her, even if she would not really call them gifts. A lot of people saw her quick wits and high IQ as a threat, and when people feel threatened, it is not quite easy making friends.

Derek walked into the room, muttering something in his phone before he put it on speaker. On the other side of the line was Garcia with some update on the victim. She caught herself not paying attention, her mind occupied with her angry boss. Before she lost any more important information, she had told herself to do the best she could to solve this case, to prove Hotch how competent she was for the job.

When Rossi came back from the crime scene with Emily, he spent a good 10 minutes trying to calm down the grieving family of the victim. Before he could explain to the family how exactly they were to catch the unsub, Hotch walked in with his eyebrows furrowed and eyes only looking at her.

Her knees were weak, not in a good way, when he called her name. “You’re coming with me on a stakeout.” Derek chuckled behind her. “What.” She said, before realizing how fun it would be to torment him in a car… Alone.

Taking the FBI SUV for a stakeout would be stupid, it would attract too much attention, so they borrowed an unused dark blue family car. They spent the next few hours sitting in a middle-class neighborhood, watching a grey house.

She broke the silence after a while; “why did you want me to sit on a stakeout with you? You could’ve chosen someone else. Anyone else.” He let out a low laugh, “Because” he started, now looking into her eyes with a small smile on his face. “you’re the most entertaining.”

Confused, her eyebrows furrowed. “Entertaining?” He looked back out to the now gloomy street. “Yeah.” He simply said, and she shrugged it off. He was clearly playing some kind of game, and she was not into it.

They were eating Chinese food, waiting for any kind of action or sign to get out of the suffocating car. “Why do you eat like that” she said, deadpanning. “Like what?” He looked at her, “Like a fucking pig, you’re supposed to put your food in your mouth, not on the car floor.” She made a disgusted face, motioning to the seat and floor around him covered in lettuce and sauce. “Why do you care how I eat? You can’t even do your job right”

“Well, you can’t even be professional at work. Some kind of unit chief the BAU has, right?” He gasped audibly. “You’re a brat, you know that?” She laughed at his comment. “I’ve been told before, yes.”

His phone rang in his pocket, Rossi was giving updates. They knew who the unsub was. Hotch started the car and drove back to the station to get ready to make the arrest.

After successfully catching the unsub, the plane ride home was quiet. Spencer was asleep, Derek was listening to music and Hotch was dividing the paperwork to give when everyone got back to the bureau. She was sat reading her favorite fantasy novel.

Back at the bureau, the work had been put on each desk, the team collectively groaned as they sat down to finish up the case. Hotch was sitting in his office, writing up his own report.

“4 folders of this? Geez, this wasn’t even a big one?” Spencer groaned on the other side of the wall divider. “4?! Why do I have 7?” She said loudly. The other members laughed, “because you’re getting on his nerves, sweetie.” Derek answered.

An hour later, the bullpen was empty, except for her who just finished her 7th folder. She made her way up towards her boss’ office and walked in without knocking. He jumped slightly, looking up annoyed at her. “You fucker, why did you give me more work than the rest?”

“Because I enjoy watching you suffer.”

[snowiemimi]

might be working on a multichapter hotch fic if anyone is interested !!

also if there are any hotch fic authors willing to talk ideas that would be super fun,,,, i have a lot

[snowiemimi]

LOLLIPOP // prof!Hiddleston x fm!student!reader

-- not my gif!! credit to the owner :)               

                                    >>MINORS DNI<<

HI!! this is my first fic on here, please let me now how it is ! 

 - feedback is greatly appreciated :))

im so sorry this doesn’t have a pt 2 yet, but maybe i’ll suck it up and start it soon

WARNINGS; student/professor relationship (reader is over 18), spit sharing?, some touching eeeheh

Friday morning, dragging herself out of bed, she was getting dressed for the day. She had only one exam today, English literature.

Grabbing her keys and throwing some snacks in her bag, she walked out of her apartment, locking it. Her black high-top converse contrasting the light pavement as she made her way towards campus. 

It was currently 9:07 AM, the sun shining softly casting a glow on her dewy skin. Her outfit was simple today, a black plaid skirt paired with a crewneck and a small butterfly necklace. Her hair was let down naturally, soft and shiny. 

As she got closer to campus, she picked up her pace to not be late. Her professor was quite strict when it came to arriving on time. He wanted the whole class to be able to enjoy and learn the entire lesson. 

She walked through the big, dark door, finding her seat next to the window in the front. The rest of the class were already seated, snacks and sheets of paper covering their desks. 

The professor finally made his way into the lecture room, a small smile on his face and a bag hanging from his shoulder. 

His half-long curly hair slicked back, his outfit classy, a shirt tucked into his dress pants. He put his brown bag on his desk and stood in front of it. 

"Alright, " he started, his voice soft like velvet. "-get your laptops out, you have an hour and a half to finish." She was first to get her laptop out of her bag, grabbing a notebook in the process. "and please, do not cheat." he chuckled and sat down behind his desk.

The room went quiet, everyone focused on finishing this literature exam in time. She was almost done when she decided it was a good time for a snack. Reaching into her bag, she grabbed a lollipop, cherry-flavored, her favorite. 

She struggled to get off the wrapper, her eyebrows scrunching. Finally, she popped the lollipop in her mouth, happily. A pair of eyes were watching her, her eyes meeting his coincidentally. She kept looking at him, an idea suddenly in her head. She looked away from her professor, pulling her lollipop slowly out of her mouth, and looked back at him to make sure he was watching. She knew it was wrong to flirt with her professor like this, but the year was almost over and she had to have a bit of fun. 

He kept staring at her lips, while a smirk formed on hers. She licked her lips before putting her lollipop back in. Pretending she didn't know he was looking, she diverted her attention back to her laptop to finish the exam. 

Her professor was trying to keep it together. He tried his best to continue reading through the papers in front of him, but his eyes kept going back to her lips around the lollipop. what flavor is it? does it taste good? are you enjoying making me feel this way? 

He looked down on his watch, "only 10 minutes left." he said, loud enough for the ones in the back to hear him. She looked up from her laptop, lollipop still in her mouth, and locked eyes with him. She offered him a small smile, quietly laughing at herself for thinking this would do anything when a professor like him is taking his job very seriously. He looked handsome today, well he always does, but there is something about the way he's looking at her. 

She quickly finished her exam, putting her laptop away in her bag. She picked up a book she brought with her, one that her teacher had recommended. He had looked up from his papers once again, wondering how a person could look this good while just reading. Shaking his head he announced time was up, the majority of the students packing their bags and leaving. She stayed behind. 

When the room was finally empty, she stood up, pulling the lollipop out of her mouth, and leaned back on her desk. He got up and moved closer to her. A small smile now displayed on his handsome face. Reaching towards her, he took her lollipop and put it back in her mouth. Staring intensely at her lips, she closed her mouth around it, playing into his fantasy. He moved even closer, his breath on her face, making eye contact. He leaned in next to her ear, whispering dirty things.

She shivered slightly listening to his raspy voice explaining what he wanted to do to her. He slowly licked her ear lobe, kissing his way down her neck. Throwing her head back, his mouth leaving a trail of wet kisses towards her chest. 

Her hands itched to hold onto him, quickly finding his curly locks to pull. He let out a breath, his pants getting tighter the more he spends time with her. Her lollipop was almost gone, she took the stick out of her mouth and threw it somewhere else. His hands firmly grabbed her hips, pulling her body against his. She breathed out a small curse, as they moved their bodies against each other. The friction so needed, it didn’t need to be much to feel good.

His left hand moved down to her inner thigh, so lightly touching the skin she could scream. His eyes locked with hers as his fingers softly pressed against the spot she needed the most. 

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thank you for reading !

[snowiemimi]

Tom Hiddleston Prof?

Hi, i’m new to tumblr but i’ve started writing a TH Professor smut,,,,,, and idk if anyone wants to read ehehehe but,,, let me know and maybe i’ll post when its done?