TW!!!: mentions of physical abuse, r*pe, and a brief mention of drug and alcohol abuse
You woke up still in Aarons arms. You felt like nothing in the world could ruin how good you felt in this moment. That was until your phone dinged.
mom: "I need you to come by my house right now."
y/n: "mom i have class i cant do that"
mom: "Y/n im serious you need to come, skip class if you have to. Your dad is back."
y/n: "ill be there in an hour"
"Can you take me back to my dorm to get dressed then take me to my moms house? My dad is back after 9 fucking years." You asked Aaron
"Of course I can. Lets get going." He said in an understanding tone
Your dad left when you were 10 after abusing you, your siblings, and your mom. It was probably for the best that he left. The motherfucker deserves nothing but the worst in life. And now he was at your moms house with her and your 13 year old brother.
The drive back to your dorm was a short one, only taking about 10 minutes. You went to get dressed, having no clue what to wear. What kind of outfit does a person wear to see their abusive dad after 9 years of not seeing him? You decided to do your makeup before picking an outfit, hoping to gain some inspiration from that. You did your basic face makeup, eyebrows, added some big eyeliner and fake eyelashes, and finished it off with dark lipstick.
You finally found what outfit you wanted to wear. A white corset style top, baggy ripped jeans, an old flannel from high school, and some low top platform doc martens. After spending 30 minutes getting ready, you went back out to Aarons car and started heading to your moms house.
To say you were nervous was an understatement. You were absolutely fucking terrified. The drive was short, her house was only 5 minutes from your dorm. As you pulled up to her house your nerves only got worse.
You knock on the door but didn't wait for a response before walking in. And sure enough there was your dad, looking as shitty as ever. He's barely changed in 9 years; he still has the short curly hair, the busted teeth from all the meth, the scraggly beard, and the slim physique. He looked at you with a look in his eyes you almost couldnt describe. It looked like hate.
He hated you for being the one to finally speak up about the abuse. He hated you for telling your grandma what he did to you. When you were 7 your mom put you to sleep like she did every night, except that night your dad came in to your room in the middle of the night and did unspeakable things to you. You tried to tell your mom but she didn't believe you, deep down she knew it was true she just didn't want to believe you. So you kept it in for 3 years as the abuse got worse and worse, until one day you finally got the courage to tell your grandma everything that was happening.
She found him and threatened to call the cops on him. The next day he packed all his shit up and we never saw him again. Until now. The longer you looked at him the more the tears threatened to fall, until finally you couldn't take it. You broke down crying, no one had even said anything yet and you were still crying. The sight of him was too much for you. Finally you snapped and was the first person to say anything.
"Fuck you dad. And fuck you mom for putting me in this situation and for letting him RUIN MY FUCKING LIFE. FUCK BOTH OF YOU." You tried to start off calm but ended up yelling. Then you turned to your brother, Leo, and said "Leo, if you ever need a place to stay call me and i will come get you. Dad, you can choke and rot in hell for all i care. And mom, i hope to god you dont take that man back because if you do im taking Leo and you will never see us again." And with that you left.
You didn't really know what you were going to do so you just sat on the curb, hoping no one would come out looking for you. Then the second wave of emotions hit you, and you started crying again. As you were crying you realized to get back to your dorm you would have to walk over a bridge, so you called Hotch to see if he would pick you up.
1 ring
2 rings
3 rings
"Hey y/n is it urgent im teaching." He spoke, obviously trying to keep his voice down
"O-oh im sorry i'll go." You apologized, your voice laced with emotion
"Class do your reading i'll be right back i have an important call to take." You heard him say to his class, feeling guilty that you were interfering with his work
"Y/n tell me whats wrong, i can tell you're crying." He spoke with such sincerity it made everything feel almost ok.
"U-uh it's a lot to say over the phone i'll tell you later but basically uh it went really fucking bad and now im stranded here with out a car." You told him, knowing everything would come out later.
"Stay where you're at. Give me 15 minutes to end this class and get to you." And with that he hung up, not giving you anytime to argue.
So you did what he said and stayed sat on that curb. Then you started feeling guilty that Hotch left work for you. So you start crying even harder. You were drawn away from your thoughts by Hotch pulling up, almost exactly 15 minutes later just like he said.
"So are you gonna tell me what happened?" He asked, and you knew if you said no he would pry but you needed to talk to him about it.
So you told him about everything. Starting with the occasional hitting that started at age 6, the rape at age 7 that only made the abuse worse, walking in on your father doing meth at age 9, and finally him leaving at age 10 which caused your mom to become an alcoholic. You felt extremely vulnerable telling him all this, but you trusted him.
"Baby girl im so sorry. Let me cancel the rest of my classes for the day, we're gonna go have a movie night at my house. Would that make you feel better?" He spoke softly, almost afraid to talk any louder.
"Yea i'd like that." You responded, the happy feeling you felt this morning coming back to you as you thought about spending the whole day watching movies with Hotch.
Once you got back to his house he ordered pizza and you both got comfy on the couch. Him sitting upright with your head in his lap and the rest of your body taking up the remaining part of the couch. He let you pick the first movie, then made a joke about how it was a mistake after you picked Clueless. Despite cracking a joke about the movie, he sat there and watched the whole movie without any complaints. You guys sat in a comfortable silence throughout the whole movie, both eating the pizza that arrived about 15 minutes into the movie.
As you watched the movie Hotch played with your hair and made occasional comments about how pretty you were, but by his hushed tone you assumed you weren't supposed to hear them. After the movie ended he decided to let you pick the next movie. It took you a bit to finally decide but you chose The nightmare before christmas.
"I love this movie!" Hotch said in an excited tone
"No way it's literally my favorite!" You exclaimed
And finally, for the first time since you woke up this morning, you felt ok. Laying there in Hotch's lap, with his fingers playing with your hair, you felt like nothing else in the world mattered. It was like all your outside problems were left in the car. In this moment your dad wasn't possibly back in your life, your mom wasn't an awful person who chose a man over her children, and you weren't a 19 year old who was going to have to possibly fight for custody of her little brother to save him from an abusive household.
You don't know when it happened, but you fell asleep right there in his lap. He didn't disturb you, he just let you sleep until the movie was over. It was only 6pm but you were exhausted, and he knew that which is why he let you sleep. After the movie was over Hotch picked you up and carried you up stairs. He tucked you into the bed and went to the other side. And there you both laid, cuddling to sleep way too early.
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Fanfiction*college au* y/n is a spunky and rebellious history major at yale university aaron hotchner is her older, much more serious history professor one day when y/n realizes she's struggling in the class, she visits professor hotchner and asks for some e...
