pairings: spencer reid x reader, aaron hotchner x reader
warnings: cursing ig
about: your complicated roommate and your hesitant date. inspired by new girl
a/n: this one was a little 😃👍 bc hotch is a profiler so let's just pretend he isn't as good as on the show and you're an extremely amazing liar that he can't see you're lying lol. i also hate the ending i'm so sorry i suck at them. ALSO- willing to make a part 2 (or 2 for alternate endings), so... do with that what you will.

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you sighed, staring at yourself in the mirror. "he has a kid. he is divorced. he is gone more than spencer is-"

you glared, squinting into your eyes. giving up, you dropped your head, groaning. "okay, so you must really like him if you want him even more after that knowledge," you muttered to yourself. you hated kids, yet you already adored jack from what aaron had told you.

"jesus," you huffed, hands searching for the lip gloss you told aaron you would apply as an excuse to give yourself a chance to back out. it was a lot, yes.

not too much, apparently (surprisingly).

you hummed, looked around to check no one was in the bathroom again, and left.

aaron was talking to a waiter when you came back, ordering. you were pleasantly surprised when you realized he ordered for you without you even telling him what you wanted. perks of being a profiler, you guessed.

"so, tell me about you," aaron said, smiling at you. you chuckled, "you ask me that, but i'm sure you've been profiling me all night. i am ninety percent sure you know me better than i know myself by now."

aaron laughed, but didn't deny it. "alright then, you got me there. but at least confirm i'm right for me?"

you giggled. "okay, what do you want to know- or confirm, i guess?"

aaron looked you over, making your stomach jump. "you were born in canada, moved to california for a few years before you moved here."

you licked your lips, nodding. "i... am impressed. although not surprised. yeah, i was born in canada, lived there for about fifteen years, moved to los angeles for three, then came to quantico for a job offer after bouncing around in cali. how'd you know?"

the man in front of you smiled, and you could've fainted at the sight, it was so beautiful.

"well, i could say that a magician never reveals his secrets, or, i could tell you i saw the california key chain and that your accent really comes out when you say certain words."

you couldn't help but laugh, "wow."

"what else?"

"you live with a roommate."

you poked at the side of your cheek with your tongue, "yeah, i do-"

"it's complicated."

you huffed, "you're going to have to stop doing that, this gives you a really unfair advantage."

aaron laughed, "i'm sorry. it's hard to stop at times. is it alright if i ask what went on?"

he didn't let you start, cutting you off when you had barely opened your mouth in skepticism.

"it's just, i have a child. and i'm not exactly your age. i'm not looking for anything complicated."

you oh'ed. "no, no, it's- it isn't complicated. we broke up ages ago," months seem like ages, right?- "and he's dating someone new, there's really no complications-"

aaron didn't look convinced, and you were starting to panic. you really liked this guy; he was funny and sweet, and chivalrous and handsome, and you couldn't lose him when you just barely got him.

so, you made a choice.

maybe it was dumb. it was very positively dumb.

"and he's actually gay, so, it really isn't a problem."

jesus fucking christ.

you tried to suppress any signs you were being dishonest- this wonderfully amazing man was a profiler and could tell- so you forced yourself to remember what you had thought the first time you met him, hoping it would somehow pass off here.

"oh," aaron said, laughing breathily after a moment. "he's gay?"

"yeah, totally gay. i guess i opened his eyes or something," you smiled, thankful the waiter had come back in that moment with the food.

after that, the date had gone fantabulously, and he had promised to take you out again next week.

the conversation had been forgotten for the most part, until the day aaron came to pick you up for your date. you had asked him if he wanted something to eat (the one thing he would tell you about his surprise date was to eat before), which he did. you had greeted him over the intercom, buzzing him up, when he asked if your roommate was there.

which, he was, spencer reid was very much there. in your bathroom, actually.

you had squeaked out a yes and tried to get spencer's attention, throwing things you could reach at the bathroom door. but, your aim was terrible, and what you had thrown were napkins, so it didn't quite transfer the message as well as you'd expected.

aaron was going to take maybe twenty seconds to get up here, and you began to hate the updated, faster elevators for the first time since they were installed.

you knocked on the bathroom door, "shit, shit, shit- spencer-"

the voice that came from behind it was confused, "yes?"

"look, um, you're gay. okay?"

"huh?"

"i told the guy i'm going out with that you're gay and he's going to be up here any second so spencer reid, be gay. be gay, be gay, be gay."

"be gay? what-"

a knock came from your door, and you shushed spencer, walking over to the door.

"hi!" you greeted, "come in, come in." aaron did, and you were pleasantly surprised when aaron kissed your cheek. "so, am i getting any more clues about this secret date?"

aaron laughed, "no. you have to wait to find out."

you laughed and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, taking a small breatg when you heard a toilet flush.

"that's my roommate, i guess you'll be able to meet him now."

you resisted the urge to close your eyes and led aaron to your kitchen, trusting that spencer's acting skills were better than you thought they were.

aaron was looking at you when spencer came out, "hey! you must be y/n's boyfriend, i'm spencer. wow! nice job- i gotta say, y/n, you picked a nice lookin-"

spencer froze, his eyes widening and mouth slightly open in shock when aaron turned. the tips of spencer's ears turned red, and you couldn't be more confused.

"hotch?" spencer squeaked, and aaron squinted at him. "spencer? you're the gay roommate?"

aaron sounded amused, which made you confused, and you stared at spencer, whose mouth was open and eyes conflicted. "spencer? you know aaron?"

"yeah. aaron-" spencer cringed, "hotch is my boss."

aaron turned to you, "spencer is your complicated gay roommate?"

"i'm going on a date with your boss? you're spence's boss?"

so much for not complicated.