Illegal Brains

(Very) Slow Burn, fluff, awkward, somewhat “modern-day” College AU, Aaron Hotchner x FEM Reader The next few days were certainly awkward, more so than just adjusting to a new room mate, but one you certainly weren’t comfortable with yet, and you didn’t much imagine it would get better. No, you had resigned yourself to just keeping your distance, and since you had such a stuffed busy schedule between classes and work, you imagined you wouldn’t be bumping into Aaron much. 

You couldn’t be more wrong. 

You quite literally bumped into him as you went to leave for class one week from the day you first met him. You were heading out your bedroom towards the door, head down checking your schedule when you bumped into him headfirst. “Oh! God, I’m sorry, I just don’t want to be late to my first class.” You apologized, suddenly realizing just how much he towered over you. That sure didn’t help you be less skittish, not to mention you were on edge as is about going to your first ever college class. “Oh, don’t worry. I was just leaving for my classes too.” and he held the door for you. You thanked him, and headed off towards your car, leaving him to lock the door. 

Your first class went without a hitch, most of your three classes that day doing pretty smoothly. They were mostly just going over what to expect, defining the course and reading syllabuses until your last class of the day, which was late afternoon, when you spotted that head of dark hair down two desks from your own. He looked up, taking in who his classmates were, and you made eye contact. “Oh, hey! Nice to see I won’t be alone here,” He said down to you, and you could only respond with a small “yeah,” before one of the people separating you two asked “Oh, you know her? Do you want me to move?” and before you knew it, he was sitting directly to your right. “Hey,” he said again to you. “I know you’re not quite comfortable yet, but maybe working on our homework together could help that out, but I would have never asked that guy to move, he was out of his seat before I could say no.” You did like the idea of having someone to help with homework just across the kitchen from you, and your two experiences with him today had made you, if slightly, more comfortable with him. “Yeah, that could be pretty nice.” You answered, and before you could say more, the professor had walked in, calling everyone’s attention. You also couldn't help but keep glancing and trying to learn all you could about Aaron from the things he did during class. You did have to learn to be more observant if you were going to be in some sort of law enforcement, but you hadn’t fully decided just what yet. This teacher had no hesitation, and despite it being the first day, went right into a lecture. You noticed the way he had tabs ready for the different topics the teacher covered over the course, or how diligently he took his notes. You caught him once or twice taking glances at you as well. “Probably doing the same as I” you thought to yourself. 

When class ended, you walked out together, and discussed your thoughts for the class and the teacher. “What guy launches a full lecture on the first day?” You asked. “I knew they said these classes wouldn’t be easy, so I guess I’ll have to learn to expect that,” Aaron responded with a smile. “Yeah, I heard criminology is no joke either. What are you going into?” you asked, You figured maybe just a little of revealing yourself wouldn’t be so bad. You were stuck with him as your roommate, as un-excited about the fact as you were, it was still a fact. “What? No way!” He exclaimed, brown eyes wide in surprise. “What?” you asked, with him exclaiming yet again “No way! I’m taking criminology too! With a minor in English.” That wasn’t something you were expecting, and as you two walked to your car, as much as you wanted to stay reserved, you couldn’t help getting into what was a surprisingly easy and enjoyable conversation about your shared majors, and you found yourself standing outside your car still talking as the time ticked away. Only when he checked his watch and realized you both were going to miss the trash pickup time and be stuck with it until the next pickup, which wasn't for days, that you hopped in your car and headed back to your shared apartment, agreeing you could talk more with Aaron then. 

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You sighed as you stepped into the dark kitchen and spotted him illuminated by the light of his laptop. It wasn’t the first time he had fallen asleep on the couch and you figured it wouldn’t be his last either. You turned back around to your room and grabbed one of your blankets off the bed. You walked up to him and saw his laptop was open to an essay he must’ve been writing for a class. Slowly, you take the laptop off of his lap and close it. You then put the southerwestern blanket on him, making sure he was well covered. You grabbed a drink from the fridge as quietly as possible returning to your bedroom, remembering the first day you met Aaron Hotchner. . . 

It was move it day and chaos filled every millimeter of the air. Parents carrying boxes, students trying to find their rooms, the workers trying to guide as much as possible. You found your apartment, opened the door to the tiny, two bedroom apartment. You sighed at the state of it, but grabbed your boxes and set them in the bedroom to your right, which you had been told was yours. It was small, with a twin bed, a bedside table, a desk and a very stiff looking chair. It wasn’t much but it was yours. 

As you were just finishing up unpacking, setting away some drinks in the community fridge, the door opened and a tall man with dark hair holding a box was in the doorway. You were taken aback, since your roommate was supposed to be limited to only being a girl. “Uh, hi?” you said questioningly. He looked over, stepping in and setting down his box and holding his hand out to shake it. You took it, looking up to him. “Aaron Hotchner” he said with a smile. “Hi, uh I’m Y/N.” He pointed towards the left bedroom, and asked “This one is mine, right?” “Uh,” you paused “I’m was supposed to have only girl roomates…” You trailed off, unsure of how to tell this polite man you were in no way wanting or feeling comfortable living with him. “Oh! Maybe I have the wrong room then”. He pulled a folded piece of paper out from his back pocket, unfolded it and read “3204, right?” He stepped back outside the door to check. “Yeah, that’s what the plate says.” 

“Huh, okay I’ll go check mine then. You went into your bedroom and grabbed your paper with move in instructions. It definitely read 3402. “Damn, there must’ve been some kind of mistake somewhere,” you thought. You walked back out to where Aaron was standing. “My paper says 3402 too.” you told him. His serious looking eyes darkened with thought. “Well,” he sighed, “Let’s go down to the main office and try to figure this out. You’re obviously not comfortable living with a man you don’t know, which is understandable and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. Don’t worry,” he added, “I’m not offended by it. I can understand.” You both walked down to the front office, but the workers could only shrug. “Sorry, we can’t switch either of you. All of our other residents are moved in and we can’t ask any of them to switch, and we’re at 100% capacity so we can’t have either of you move out into a different apartment. We’re sorry, but you’ll just have to deal with it.” 

The two of you walked back to your apartment, not speaking until you got back in. “I’m sorry about all of this. I understand why you wouldn’t feel comfortable sharing with a man, but I hope to do as much as possible to make you okay with living with me.” He smiled warmly down at you. “At least he seems nice enough.” you thought. “Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault.” You responded to him. He clapped his hands together. “Well, I suppose these boxes won't move themselves. I’ll leave you alone for now. Bye, y/n.” 

“Bye Aaron”. 

You went back to your room, wondering how on earth you were ever going to get relaxed enough to sleep that night with a tall, muscular man you had never met before in your life sleeping in the bedroom directly across from you. 

Criminal Minds Male x Female Reader

Contains: Mention of Child death/abuse, eating/food, fluff

For a first fic you’d think I’d go easy but I wanted to try a fic where you didn’t know who I was talking about for a lot of it, it seemed like a fun thing to try. I don’t fully reveal who it is until the very end but you could probably guess. 

Your phone buzzed on the table next to the stack of paperwork you were doing. You were working on finishing up the paperwork after a particularly rough case. Children kidnappings, three children lost and the one the team had thankfully found alive was going to need a lot of therapy, not to mention the case took place one town over from your hometown. Something so devastating happening so close to your old home was disturbing to say the least. The bullpen was mostly empty, save for yourself and the last members of the team packing up. You picked up your cell and read the message on your screen.

“Meet me at my apartment in an hour. The paperwork can wait.”