if you fancy it, i would loveee a fluffy hotch fic!! maybe with injured reader and him just being doting and sweet. thank you! 💗💗
this request is from like nov, sorry it took so long!! <3
Aaron Hotchner x bau!reader ✩ 628 words
“You’re being so dramatic, Hotch.”
He grumbles something unintelligible in response, focusing on making you the tea he’s decided you so desperately need.
The ice pack pressed to your eye has begun to melt, cold droplets trailing down your wrist and soaking into your sleeve. You probably do look a bit pathetic, but Hotch’s reaction still feels wildly out of proportion.
You haven’t gotten much out of him in the time since you were hit to now, just small murmurs of things under his breath and a steady, guiding hand on your upper arm as he manoeuvred you away from the rest of the team. It was such a small thing, really. The precinct was already cramped, and with all of you packed inside it was practically inevitable. So a rogue elbow to the eye isn’t really such a strange thing to have happened.
Hotch finally turns back to you, crossing the room in two long strides with a mug in hand. He stops closer than necessary to set it down, and once he does, he doesn’t step away. Instead, he gestures toward the ice pack.
“Let me see.”
“I’m fine, Hotch.”
“Let me see, please.”
“I’m really fine. Promise.”
He ignores your dismissal, instead reaching out to take the ice pack away from your eye himself and taking your hand in his as he pulls it away.
“Aaron…” you murmur, watching him take in the sight of you. You understand his concern, you really do. Hotch has been your boss for years now and that comes with a professional concern anytime anyone on the team is injured. This is different. More recently Hotch has become Aaron to you, your sweetheart. Your kind, generous Aaron who you’re halfway to loving already. That’s who’s standing in front of you now.
Hearing his name, his first name, seems to soften the sharp edges of his face. The near permanent frown fading to give way to soft concern.
“Sorry,” he says, raising his free hand to run his fingertips over the contusion forming around your eye. “You’re gonna have a nasty bruise, honey.”
Honey. You smile despite yourself. All the pet names in the world felt rather saccharine before they were falling from Aaron's lips.
“Can’t look any worse than when I had the flu a few weeks ago.” You shrug.
“That’s true enough,” he teases, amusement flickering in his eyes.
“Aaron Hotchner!” you laugh. “You’re not supposed to agree with me. You’re supposed to say I was still so very lovely. Or something like that.”
“You were still so very lovely.”
He stays smiling down at you, not the full grin you might get at home but enough for now while his mind is still halfway on the case, taking in the fact that you are absolutely fine. His eyes slowly pull away from you and towards movement in the window behind you. While you wish you could stay in this little bubble forever, black eye and all, you know that there's still an unsub to be caught and people to try and save. You watch the stern mask fall back over Hotch’s face, preparing to get back out there.
With a quiet sigh, you stand, brushing imaginary dust from your trousers.
“Do me a favour?” Hotch asks, eyes still trained on the glass.
“What?”
“Keep icing your eye.” His eyes flit back to you before leaning down to peck your cheek once he’s sure no one will see his momentary lapse in professionalism.
“Yes, sir.”
He huffs, shaking his head in response while brushing past you to the door of the breakroom. Before he’s far he calls over his shoulder.
“Let's get back to work, Agent.”
You’ll find yourself counting down the minutes until he calls you honey again.
Oof i feel you on the cone. when mine had an ultrasound he had to have his belly shaved. well, his tongue is too rough on his own bare skin, so he rubbed it raw and had to have a cone.
slight problem - his neck too fluffy to keep a cone on
solution: i crocheted him a full jumpsuit (minus backdoor flap) with buttons down the outsides of the arms and legs and across his back (so like, the opposite side they would be on a human baby)
he hated it but at least it stayed on
the full crochet jump suit is so genius! i found a baby grow from when my niece was tiny and tried to repurpose that for him but my cat is a little escape artist so he just keeps getting out of everything i put him in
my final attempt is being delivered tomorrow in the form of a soft cone but i don't have high hopes
i'm prepared for my immediate future of constant cat watch