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— Jennifer Jareau

College AU

Jennifer Jareau x m!reader

— In which, you are dragged to a college party by your friends, where you meet a friendly face.

CW: reader is a psych major. reader does not enjoy parties. implied underage drinking.

NOTES: first post! hope you all enjoy! :)

Your heart raced as the loud music and voices got closer and closer. You looked out the window of your friend’s car, grimacing as you saw the building before you. It was a big, two story frat house that sat on campus which was now completely trashed, yard covered in empty cups. You sighed to yourself, dreading the night ahead of you. Your friends, along with yourself had only arrived about 20 minutes late and the party was already in full effect.

“Alright guys, let’s get going,” Justin, one of your friends instructed.

You exited the car together, closing the door being you as the smell of beer flared through your nose. You followed as Justin lead the group inside, the music now blaring through your ears as strobe lights nearly blinded your eyes. Almost instantly, the group split up into their separate ways. You assumed they were off to find some beverages or girls to talk with.

You didn’t even agree to go to the party in the first place. You were easily aggravated with crowded areas and loud noises, unable to think with so much going on at once. However, Justin had assured you that he would stick by your side the whole time. So much for that plan.

Usually, you would’ve already been out the door, but without Justin, he didn’t have a ride back to your dorm, which was a good distance from the party. You sighed to yourself, squeezing through the large crowd, trying to find a beverage stand. You soon found the kitchen, spotting a plastic table set up for drinks. After about 2 minutes of getting through the tiny gaps between people, you had finally made it to the table, pouring a cup of fruit punch.

With a smile, you took a sip, cringing as the liquid burned down your throat. Of course it was spiked punch, why wouldn’t it be at a college party? Without anything to do with the cup, you continued to carry it in your hand. Maybe that way you wouldn’t look like a total loser.

SPLASH

Spoke too soon. The red liquid poured all over your shirt as two football players who were roughhousing bumped straight into you. The two didn’t even stop to see if you were okay, they just pushed past you and continued their play fighting. You should’ve just walked home. You dropped the cup to the floor, quickly finding the stairs to the second floor to search for a bathroom.

Of course, all of the doors upstairs were closed. It would be a matter of luck to find the bathroom. The first rooms down the hallway were messy bedrooms, the next seemed to be filled with chatter. It was best you didn’t go sneaking into any of those rooms. You finally reached the end of the hall with no luck, silently pleading for the last room to contain a bathroom. You turned the knob entering the room, being met with a much bigger and tidier bedroom this time, however, there was a blonde haired girl laying on the bed reading a book.

“Shit! I’m so sorry. I didn’t think anyone was in here. I’m so so sorry,” you quickly went to close the door, but the girl suddenly spoke with a laugh.

“You’re completely fine, you don’t have to go,” the girls voice told him.

You opened the door again, finally meeting her eyes, standing in place as the girl adjusted herself, now sitting on the edge of the bed with her book closed. You glanced down at the book which looked to be a familiar psychology textbook. You then noticed that this wasn’t the first time you had seen the girl before him. She sat two seats down from you in your psychology lectures. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t stolen a few glances from her. She was beautiful.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to intrude on your studying. I just- I have a bit of a situation here,” you said, looking down at the red stained shirt that stuck to your skin.

“It’s really no problem. I could use the company anyways, I’ve been reading the same page over and over again from all the noise. Too hard to focus,” she said with a soft laugh. “Here, there’s a bathroom right in here,” she said, leading you into the bathroom.

You followed behind her, watching as she prepared a warm wet towel for you to clean up with. You stood beside her as she handed over the towel, responding with a tight smile of appreciation. You looked in the mirror, wiping off your face first, along with your red stained hands before moving to your shirt.

“So, let me guess. You either are really clumsy, or you got a first hand experience with the jocks,” the girl guessed, causing your to manage smile at her in the mirror.

“Looks like we’ve got a winner. Some assholes from the football team don’t know what self awareness is,” you said, raising your brow as you shook your head.

You eventually gave up on trying to clean the stained shirt, setting down the towel over the sink. You then turned to the girl again, thinking about whether or not to bring up their psychology class together. Oh, what the hell, why not?

“You’re in Professor Wright’s psychology class. Jennifer, right?” you asked, hoping the girl would at least notice who you were. It would be quite an awkward moment if she didn’t. Luckily, her face lit up.

“Yeah! I knew I noticed you from somewhere. It’s Y/N, right? You can call me JJ,” she said, smiling as she held her hand out towards you.

“Well, it’s great to finally meet you JJ. If you don’t mind me asking— what are you studying psych for?” you asked, deciding to move the conversation back into the bedroom where you now sat on the floor, back leaned against the side of the queen sized mattress. JJ soon joined you, sitting at your side.

“I’m wanting to go into the FBI someday, work for forensic psychology. Maybe be a profiler one day, but I’m mostly focused on becoming a communications liaison for them. I think I’d be better off helping out the families while the others do their work,” JJ explained. You immediately had a burst of excitement.

“No way, I’m actually wanting to be a profiler for the FBI! I just think the human mind is so fascinating. Learning about how each individual’s brain works is just so interesting to me. Did you know that-“ you quickly cut yourself off, realizing that you were rambling out of excitement. You didn’t know many people who had the same interests as you, some of your “friends” even tended to make fun of you for it.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to ramble like that. Bad habit of mine,” you apologized, lowering your head in embarrassment. You hoped that you hadn’t already annoyed one of the only nice people in school.

“Don’t apologize, Y/N. I’m just as interested as you are. Besides, who knows? We might be working together some day,” she said with a gentle smile towards you which you gladly returned.

“Hey, um. I know we don’t know each other that well, but would you maybe want to… get out of here? I know a couple of restaurants still open a couple blocks down. My treat,” you offered, getting up to your feet again, offering you hand to JJ.

“I’d really like that,” JJ simply said, smiling again as she took your hand.

The two of you eventually managed your way through the still packed crowd, wasting no time to rush out of the door together. You walked side by side, hands gently brushing up against each other. You finally took the initiative of slipping her hand into your own, looking down at her to see if she was comfortable. When you looked down, JJ was already smiling up at you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze of reassurance. You smiled to yourself as you continued down the sidewalk. Maybe college parties weren’t all that bad.

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