#aaron hothcner fanfic

[softhairedhotch]

Can you do like a one shot where reader helps Aaron with his weekly medicine (from the stabbing) and like tries to make him feel better about himself

thank you for the request!! this really stuck with me n so i just had to write it <33

gender neutral reader <3

warnings/content: mentions of stabbing, talk of medication, comfort

word count: 1.4k

Also on AO3!

medication.

Everyone knew that Aaron had been stabbed by Foyet, there was no one in the FBI or surrounding areas who didn’t know, the story being spread around as if it were a long-lost legend being told under the moonlight around a flickering campfire. But what they weren’t aware of was the toll it took on him, the weight on his shoulders from all the pain and memories, every sleepless night because of nightmares and the inability to force himself to take his medication. It was a process he dreaded each waking breath and restless slumber, something that shouldn’t be avoided but something he simply couldn’t deal with. It was his biggest regret and biggest insecurity.

When the two of you first started dating, a few years after the event, he kept his need for medicine a secret, hiding the pill bottles as if they were something to be ashamed of. To him they were, and that broke your heart.

It wasn’t long before you found out, of course. It wasn’t an easy thing to hide, him having to remove himself from whatever the two of you were doing at odd times with a defeated look in his eye, coming back a few minutes later looking seconds away from breaking down. You’d grown accustomed to this, putting two and two together but not wanting to bring it up until he was ready to do so himself. However, as you began to stay over at his apartment more often, sleeping over and waking up in his warm embrace, you realized that there were no specific times where he’d leave. He seemingly had no schedule, leaving whenever the thought to do so occurred to him, sometimes going days without doing it, and that concerned you. If you were right and he was taking medication, then he was forgetting to do so until he was in too much pain to ignore it any longer. The thought upset you and you realized that if you didn’t confront him it was simply going to get worse.

So you waited until he had finished a case, shuffling through the door with hunched yet relieved shoulders. The case had been less hard-hitting than others, being solved in two days and many people being saved in the process, but as always it still affected everyone involved. He shrugged off his blazer, draping it neatly over the back of the couch, before slouching across the cushions and closing his eyes with a deep sigh.

With a glass of water in your hand, you walked over to where he lay, sitting on the edge of the couch beside him. “Here, drink this.”

He sat up with his elbow, taking the glass out of your hand and taking small sips. His eyes were still closed, clearly exhausted after closing the case, flying home, and finishing off any paperwork he had laying about in his office. “Thank you,” he breathed out.

“You had your meds today?” You asked, casually. That was the easiest way to approach the situation, a careful but caring question that held no judgment whatsoever. He froze in place, hand tightening around the glass for a moment as the question cut through his hazy thoughts. It was silent for a few moments, his mind catching up and processing the question, and so you reached out to card your hands through his hair, slowly as to not startle him. “Aaron?”

The question settled over him and he opened his eyes slowly, blinking a few times to regain his vision, looking up at you. “Who told you?”

“You did, silly. I put the pieces together.”

It was silent for another few minutes as he stared up at you, eyes full of confusion as if he couldn’t quite believe it. Your hand still softly combed through his hair as you saw the gears turn in his head, him wondering how to approach the conversation. Finally, he breathed out deeply, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You should become a profiler.”

You laughed, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to his forehead. “I know, I spend far too much time with you,” you mumbled, moving down to press another kiss but this time to his lips. He kissed back, slow and steady, admiring the way you felt against him.

“I haven’t taken my meds today, no,” he mumbled against your lips after a few moments, embarrassed.

You smiled a small smile, kissing him once more. “It’s okay, honey,” you pulled back, stroking his cheek, watching his tired body lean into the comforting touch. “Where are they?”

“In my go-bag.”

With a nod and a kiss to his nose (in which he huffed a laugh), you walked to where it was, unzipping it and digging through the contents, pulling out a large zip-lock bag full of rattling boxes and bottles. There were way more than you originally thought and your stomach plummeted—how did he keep this a secret for so long and why? You closed his bag up before walking over to the couch once more, tapping his leg as a way to get him to sit up. He tiredly complied, swinging his legs over the side of the couch and moving so that he was at the far end, facing you. You sat on the other end, facing him with your legs crossed, and placed the medication between you. He stared down at it with a gulp and so you reached out to stroke at his knee with a gentle smile.

“So, which ones do you need to take and when?”

He numbly began to talk you through each one, pointing them out and allowing you to read through the name, contents, and dose requirements. He told you when he should take them and after much persuading, he told you when he actually did take them, which was hardly ever. He claimed that he didn’t need them, that they were too much hassle, and that he was fine, and so you leaned over to stroke at his cheek with your thumb to tell him that they were there to help him, that they were nothing to be afraid of. It took a while, but he nodded into your palm, eyes never straying from all the white boxes and bottles littered across the dark leather of the couch.

“Give me a second, honey,” you whispered, standing up to reach for a bag of items you had left on the kitchen counter. Once settled back down on the couch he gave you a curious look and all you could do was smile at him, pulling out the items from the bag: a long but thin colourful notepad that specialized in daily reminders, a large solid black bottle for liquids, namely water, and a few medicine trays. The moment he saw them his shoulders slumped and you were sure he was near tears. “Are you okay?”

He took a deep breath, only then tilting his head up to look you in the eyes. “I don’t think anyone has ever cared about me as much as you do.”

Your smile was sad but still present, hand finding its way back to his knee again, comforting him with your touch. “You care so much for everyone else, it was time for someone to return the favour.”

“I’m glad it was you,” he mumbled, hand clasping over yours and thumbing at your knuckles with a feather-light touch. “I’m always going to be glad it was you.”

You leaned forward using the hand on his knee to press a kiss to his cheek, watching his eyebrows and jaw loosen as his lips upturned into a soft, genuine smile. “Okay,” you started, pulling back, “let’s get this figured out, then.”

And so the two of you went through each box, each bottle, each individual pill, scrawling notes and times and reminders—“Take your meds and please remember to smile, honey” and “Call me if it gets too much” as well as “You can do this, I’m so proud of you”—down, filling up the medicine tray with the correct amount of pills for each day. You showed him how each capsule could be disconnected, allowing him to store a collection of pills in his suits at all times so he’d never forget again, which he smiled at. You promised him that’d he never have to go this alone again, that you’d always be there to be his anchor, his rock, to ground him and remind him that he deserved to be happy and safe, to remind him that needing medication to stay that way wasn’t something to be embarrassed or ashamed about, it should be embraced.

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[hotchnerxo]

Our Past Life : Chapter 7

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Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Summary: Waking up next to the man you're falling for. The distance scares you, but you're hopeful. Hotch is also trying to look into the mystery text.

Words: 1.9k

AN: Feedback is always more than welcome.

You weren’t sure when you had fallen asleep. You felt warm kisses being planted behind your ear and on your neck. You hum at his touch.

“Good morning, sweet girl” he whispers, his voice raspy. You can hear a smile on his voice, even with your eyes closed. His hand is tracing the skin on your side, loving every mole, every stretch mark, every imperfection in your eyes, his touch only filled with care. His lips continue to kiss your neck, lowering down to your shoulders, and you feel yourself shivering under his touch.

You turn to face him, and seeing his beautiful eyes first thing in the morning is all you could ask for. He kisses your forehead and your lips right after, before you could do anything. “Good morning to you too” you smile. “What time is it?”

“Almost time for me to get ready for work” you can tell by the look on his face that he was hoping he had the ability to stop time. You were hoping for the same thing. Laying in his arms was the only place you wanted to be in right now. It’s strange, because you two had just met three days ago for the first time in years. And last night changed it all and you couldn’t think of having it any other way anymore. Like you’ve fallen for the man so hard, that there’s no coming back anymore. “But not yet, I want to be here with you just a little bit longer,” he smiles.

“I’m not letting you go yet” you answer to him and you see a smug smirk rising to his lips.

“Yeah?” his voice is a bit heavier and you feel yourself getting excited “what are you gonna do about it?”

You climb on top of him, wrap your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck. You put all your weight on him getting a hearty laugh out of the man. Resting your head next to his, you make snoring sounds. Aaron’s arms wrap around your body and it feels great to hear him laugh under you. His fingers continue to run along your sides softly.

The mood changes in the room soon as you raise your head and rest your chin to his chest. “We do have to go back to San Francisco tomorrow. Our flight leaves at 10am tomorrow. Do I get to see you before that?”

He sighs, which felt like the answer on its own. “I’m not sure yet. I might have to work late today. My boss is busy with a case, he’s asked me to stay on top of a case that needs supervision”.

You do understand that. It’s something you made sure you were okay with before you arrived in town. You’ve seen him around the country, working on difficult cases, sometimes multiple days at a time. And you wouldn’t want to come between that, you don’t want him to change, you’re not trying to change him. Is it going to be difficult? Absolutely. But you made sure you have gotten to terms with that long before you came to see him. “That’s okay”, you let him know. “I’m not sure how the whole studio thing is going to move on, but we saw some great options and I think we’re going to take the place we saw yesterday. But getting everything set and ready, is going to take awhile. But I’m excited” you sit up on him. You like the way he looks under you, but you try to keep your mind out of that.

“That’s great. But I’m okay with taking things slow. I’m not going anywhere” he assures “Actually, that’s not true, I’m going to go to a lot of different places most likely because of work” he corrects. You laugh at his thought process “but I will continue to come back home here. We have time”

And you know that. But you’re overly excited of seeing him again, and having him back in your life that you wish you could rush things. But at the same time, you acknowledge the fact that it might not do good and in fact, might end up hurting your relationship with the man. Your lives are so different. Frustrations are going to come along, just like in any other relationship. And all of this started so out of the blue, both being strongly independent and strong minded people. “I just feel like we’ve lost so much of time already, I don’t want us to lose even more”.

“We need to forget that. I think we need to start fresh. Forget about the time between. That time has changed us both as people. Our lives aren’t the same anymore as they were back then. We will both need adjustments. I sure as hell do. It’s gonna take some work, but I think if we’re both down for it, we can make it work.”

Why does he have to be so rational and calm? Of course he’s right. Neither of you are in the same place in life as you were over a decade ago. Neither of you are the same people as you were back then. “You’re right. And I want to make it work” you admit. Of course you want to make it work. “I’m still just blown away that you’re here” you lean back down to him and your lips hovering on top of his. You look up to his eyes, but like a magnet, your eyes are drawn back to look at his lips. “With me” you now whisper and kiss him, deeply. Passionate as if you haven’t kissed him in a long time. As if you don’t know when is the next time you get to feel like this close to you again.

It was almost 8am and the team leader hadn’t yet arrived at the bureau. It was very rare that the team is in before their boss is.

Reid and Prentiss had gotten to their desks just minutes before Morgan and Garcia walked in.

“Morning” Prentiss greeted the two as they arrived at the bullpen. Reid waved from his desk but quickly went back to the newspaper he was reading. Brief small talk took place until JJ arrived to the group. Her eyes searched the offices around the bullpen, seeing most of their owners inside of them, only Rossi and Hotch missing. Rossi not being there yet wasn’t a surprise, but Hotch’s absence was strange.

“Anyone seen Hotch yet?” she could feel worry building inside of her. Knowing about his anxieties and him having a hard time, she can’t help but think about something going wrong. Neither of them have.

They all get settled down, drinking coffee and catching up.

A stern voice echoes from the hallway and just seconds later Hotch walks to the bullpen, talking on the phone. “Yes, ma’am. I’m going to get to it in a moment. I’ll keep you updated” he hangs up.

“Morning Hotch! You’re late” Morgan grinns and leans back on on his chair. “Where were you?” Rest of the team quickly turns to look towards their leader as well, with curiosity in all of their faces.

Hotchner looks at his phone that he was about to shove in his pocket and it says 7:58 AM “I’m not late. It isn’t 8 yet. It’s not my fault you’re here too early” he responds with a smile. A smile that the team hasn’t seen in a while and it did not help with their curiosity.

“Come on, Hotch! Something happened last night. Tell us!” Morgan keeps pushing. JJ is aswell looking at her boss, but with a different kind of look in her eyes, to Aaron it looked a lot like relief.

“There’s nothing to tell! I went for a run this morning and lost my track of time, that’s all” he stops by the team. His hands are in his pockets as he looks around the team briefly. As he sees Penelope, he remembers that he was supposed to talk with her today first thing in the morning. “Garcia, glad you’re here. Got a second?” he turns slightly towards his office, gesturing for her to join him in there.

“Of course, sir” she follows him to his office. The man quickly settles down like every other morning. “How can I help you, sir?” Garcia is the only one inside the team that calls him sir, and he doesn’t mind it. A long time it felt weird being called ‘Sir’, as for him for a long time it meant his father. That’s how people spoke to him. And his father used to take a lot of pride in that, feeling superior, get an ego boost. And if someone didn’t use that work on him, he would be quick to correct them. But Hotch doesn’t feel that way. He doesn’t feel superior from his team, in the team everyone’s equal, even if he is the head of it and makes the final decisions.

“I have a phone number for you. Could you trace it?” Of course she could, he had no doubt in his mind.

“Of course. Is it for a case?” She takes the post-it note Hotch hands to her.

“No. Just, personal reasons. Just an odd text I got. Most likely nothing. I just wish to know who it’s from” he explains. He’s still standing, but sits down as the analyst leaves his office. She promised to check it right away and let him know once she’s got something.

He dives back to the files he has on his desk, the disappearance of an undercover agent. He talks to the agents working on the case, people who knew him, people he was supposed to report back to and getting to know the case the man was working on. For his frustration he can’t think of anything new. A proper profile on the case has been made, he has nothing to add to it. Nothing’s caught his eye.

“Sir?” Aaron lifts his head towards the door and closes the file in front of him. He gestures towards the chair in front of his desk, inviting her to sit down.

“What did you find?”

“I got nothing.” she began. Aaron’s leaning to his hands, not saying anything yet, hoping she will go on. She was nervous to continue, seeing the stern look in his boss’ eyes. She’s always worried about letting him down, and bringing bad news is always the hardest. “All I can tell you is that it’s a prepaid cell. It was active in downtown Baltimore, only to send one text, and shut down right after it.”

Hotch thinks for a little bit as he leans back to his chair. That wasn’t what he had in mind. Prepaid cell, with no other information was definitely not a good sign. “Alright. Can you keep tabs with the number? Let me know if it becomes active again?”

Garcia nods “I’m already on it. Should we be worried? Are you alright?”

“I’m sure it’s gonna be alright” Hotchner reassures. “Thank you, Penelope”.

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