pov- imagines

COMPLICATED- A. HOTCHNER + S. REID

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.