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wordofrecall · 4 years

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character playlists: ori

so. let’s do this. my playlists are long and scattered, but they make me happy, so i might as well share them and the thoughts behind song choices. so. here’s some songs for runaway knights & wannabe witches, and what have you.

something holy - childhood & riches & wonders

pearl diver - mitski - oh hunter, if you didn’t want the beautiful so badly, perhaps you would’ve found it in your spirit singing softly - look. it's on the nose, considering that her title is "the pearl hunter," but also, like, that rules. this is a song for wren, i think; ori in the present reflecting on her mother and the similarities between them.

icicles - the scary jokes - i can only be forgiven if i’m giving myself up to you on a silver serving tray / must i bare myself to the stabbing of your knife & gnashing teeth while our lovely company appears so entertained? - aaand a song for childhood. 99% of ori's socialization came from her parents having important guests over, so. uh. yeah. show off your reclusive child prodigy like a pageant whenever you have the opportunity. she probably won't grow to loathe you.

life: the cruel interlude (on god) - kilo kish - why do i dare believe in me when i bleed? - questioning was. always a big thing for ori. i don't think she ever believed that the mirzha was god, and i known that she never truster her father's patron, but. in her studies, in her passions, there's always this tiny sense of desperation for something to have faith in something. not herself.

bluejays & cardinals - the mountain goats - the stars come out of hiding for you, & i would too - there is. a lot, in ori's relationship with her brother. she was the favorite child, yeah, the one destined for great things in spite of her... troubles. but he never had those troubles! she didn't, doesn't understand how he went through life so unafraid. there's envy there. i also think that the line i quoted is terribly true, like, canonically. because. she sure did do that stupid shit.

be calm - fun. - take it from me, i’ve been there a thousand times--you hate your pulse because it thinks you’re still alive! - sometimes you have intense social phobia. and that's okay!

country death song - violent femmes - kiss your mother goodnight & remember that God saves, kiss your mother goodnight & remember that God saves - i think andrei is a much less pitiable or even sympathetic man than the narrator of this song, but. like. it's a country song about a father killing his daughter while preaching godliness. i had to.

i’m all bloody inside - liam lynch - inside me, well, it’s dark & gross as hell, i’m not a pretty sight - the family business!

the hazards of love 3 (revenge!) - the decemberists - but father, don’t you fear, your children are all here - fantasies. part of the fantasy is imagining a world where she doesn't feel terrible about the thought.

shankill butchers - sarah jarosz - they used to be just like me & you, they used to be sweet little boys - "blood hunters are ghost stories." "and also, they're fucking terrible. violent, cruel, zealous. the worst."

sparrow - st. vincent - & no eyes are on the sparrow, eyes are on the sparrow, how could that be the case? the lark keeps whistling his number, silly little number, as if he isn't prey - pity for the boy. sort of retrospective, but it's a thought that's been there since she was a child.

something burning - rituals & fire & running

starchild - ghost quartet - but i will transcend & vomit this loser out of me; i will become the next big thing, i will light myself on fire - maybe she is some kind of angel? bursting with radiance and terrifying to look upon.

arsonist’s lullabye - hozier - don’t you ever tame your demons, always keep them on a leash / when i was sixteen, my senses fooled me - oooor maybe she is a sixteen year-old who is having a panic attack and setting everything in sight on fire by accident.

blood - my chemical romance - i’m the kind of human wreckage that you love! - so she's broken.

girl anachronism - the dresden dolls - it’s not the way i’m meant to be, it’s just the way the operation made me - so she's failed and she's broken and she's sick, and there's no time to fucking think.

when the chips are down - anais mitchell - cast your eyes to heaven, you’ll get a knife in the back. - so she does what her mother did before her, and she runs from that which she has always known.

body terror song - ajj - i’m so sorry that you have to have a body / one that will hurt you, & be the subject of so much of your fear - feelings on being built Wrong; feelings on your mind's undue control upon your body.

in corolla - the mountain goats - & no one was gonna come & get me, there wasn't anybody gonna know, even though i leave a trail of burnt things in my wake every single place i go - very good as an ori song in general but this is her justification to herself in the water. under the docks, she says this to herself.

the harrowed & the haunted - the decemberists - will i be so brave? - just to get that oceanic vibe up.

luna - the mountain goats - rise through the flames & end again in flames at last - an inexplicable feeling.

unwhere - reeder - a song for leaving what you've always known.

something lonely - years & woods & dreaming

runs in the family - amanda palmer - run from their pity, from responsibility, run from the country & run from the city, i can run from the law, i can run from myself, i can run for my life, i can run into debt, i can run from it all, i can run 'till I'm gone - she is broken and all she can think to do is get as far away as possible

panic attack - liza anne - i hate that i can be seen like this

black eyes - david wirsig - my hammering heart hears the voices of spirits that tempt us, the scorn that they’ve spoken

for the departed - shayfer james - they will bury me alive, but i’m not inclined to care; i am too far gone now

hurt - johnny cash - everyone i know goes away in the end; you can have it all, my empire of dirt

my body’s made of crushed little stars - mitski - i work better under a deadline! i work better under a deadline!

blood in the cut - k. flay - guess i’m contagious; it’d be safest if you ran--fuck, that’s what they all just end up doing in the end

little pistol - mother mother - i think i might be scared of the world & the way it makes you feel afraid & how it gets in the way

villains pt. 1 - emma blackery - built to create, designed to destroy

the beer - kimya dawson - & the christians gave me comic books as if i would be scared of burning in hell while i was already there [...] i tried to scream fuck you but blood was pouring out my mouth

something safe - family & finding it & fighting together

haunted house - sir babygirl - i’m running just to hide & i’m hiding just to breathe & around every corner is the same night on repeat

your heart is a muscle the size of your fist - ramshackle glory - i love you & you make me glad to be alive; i promise that i’m gonna pay you back / you always know how funny everything is, even when i’m so serious that it’s gonna be the death of me

medicines - the taxpayers - o, but our rotting corpses lying there soon began to leak & grow these lesions that all smelled just like a rose / & all the blood & guts inside us germinated into timeless pages stained with lines of lovely prose

autoclave - the mountain goats - i am this great unstable mass of blood & foam

alligator skin boots - mccafferty - i’m cool to the touch, leap to my death, i’ll die for you all, i’ll die for my friends, it goes like this

100 years - florence + the machine - lord, don’t let me break this, let me hold it lightly, give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly

tomorrow will be kinder - the secret sisters - but i feel warmth on my skin, the stars have all aligned

armour - rae spoon - you know i placed was to build a life for you

amy aka spent gladiator 1 - the mountain goats - play with matches if you think you need to play with matches; seek out the hidden places where the fire burns hot & bright / find where the heat’s unbearable & stay there if you have to--don’t hurt anybody on your way up to the light, and stay alive

curses - the crane wives - won’t you stay with me, my darling, when my walls start burning down?

something daring - islands & visions & loss

jane’s dream - janelle monáe

beekeeper - keaton henson - hear me, o woman that has gone astray, gone astray

fire - kimya dawson - i’m reading books about how they’re corrupt [...] as long as i’m burning, i’ll keep on yearning to save the world, not sure how, but i’m learning

cosmic hero - car seat headrest - i love you, but i can’t stand the touch, & of course i’m alright with death

turn the lights off - tally hall - everbody likes to get taken for turns to see how bright the fire inside of us burns [...] should be stronger, books abandoned

eat you alive - the oh hellos - child, i’m afraid for your soul; these things that you’re after, they can’t be controlled

cry for judas - the mountain goats - hallucinate a shady grove where judas went to die

o death - monica martin - no wealth, no land, no silver, no gold, nothing satisfies me but your soul

blood of angels - brown bird - and i would wage my soul to bet that there ain’t no one throwing lightning anyhow

the universe is going to catch you - the antlers - the arms of the universe kept you from falling [...] those arms did not come back

a burning hill - mitski - i am the fire & i am the forest & i am the witness watching it / i stand in the valley watching it

something terrifying - conversations & selfhood & divination

the lamb - dessa - but blood is blood, & what’s done is done; blood is blood, & its burden is a beast

going invisible 2 - the mountain goats - i’m gonna burn it all down today & sweep all the ashes away

the lion’s roar - first aid kit - she plays a tune for those who wish to overlook the fact that they’ve been blindly deceived by those who preach & pray & teach, but she falls short & the night explodes in laughter

the villain i appear to be - connor spiotto - even if you can’t see the good inside me, i don’t have the time to tell you why i do the things that i do, just please hold on & soon you’ll seem

up the wolves - the mountain goats - there’s bound to be a ghost at the back of closet, no matter where you live; there’ll be a few things, maybe several things that you’re gonna find really difficult to forgive

thursday girl - mitski - glory, glory, glory to the night that shows me what i am

at the bottom of everything - bright eyes - we must take all of the medicines to expensive now to sel; set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell

everybody does - julien baker - i know i’m a pile of filthy wreckage you will wish you’d never touched, but you’re gonna run when you find out who i am

tongues & teeth - the crane wives - i know that you mean so well, but i am not a vessel for your good intent

a pearl - mitski - you’re growing tired of me and all the things i don’t talk about / sorry, i don’t want your touch--it’s not that i don’t want you

#original #this is. so long. and i will probably add more. but. Daughter.#ori #playlists

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hecohansen31 · 4 years

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The Time Of Our Life

Alex Hogh Andersen+Dancer! Reader

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

This is an extra fic, for a special occasion!

It is also my first time writing Alex Hogh Andersen stuff, so please let me know what you think about it and where I should do better, where I can do better... I just... hope you’ll like it!

As always: feedback is extremely helpful, us writers basically feed off it, alongside coffee and creativity so if you want to leave a comment, an heart, or reblog, I’ll be overjoyed.

They made my heart flutter and writer faster!

Hope you’ll like it!

Have a nice reading!

WARNINGS: Slight Angst, Worries of Unrequited Love, Mention of Dirty Dancing, Insecurity.

(Beautiful Moodboard Made by @flowers-in-your-hayr, be sure to check her out!)

Life as a professional dancer wasn’t easy, mostly if you wanted to become famous.

You had chosen to try to move your career in the movies sector, through being a back up dancer for awful TV shows or awful movies.

But getting a role in something bigger was so difficult that you were honestly losing your hope to ever find one.

In the meanwhile, you had started giving lessons at various dance studios to get through each month.

And lately you had found yourself honestly thinking about settling down in that job, since you didn’t mind it, although the paycheck wasn’t certainly comprehensive of all the work you did at the studio.

Hence you had decided to try out lady Luck one last time, and proposed yourself for a role: in case it didn’t work, you’d stop your search for success and just settle in something else, to make enough money to allow you to support yourself and that wouldn’t butcher your feet each day.

You weren’t very positive, because the project you had proposed yourself was actually pretty big: a modern version of ‘Dirty Dancing’ for cable TV, that would be seen all over the country and outside of it, it if got famous.

You weren’t supposed to play ‘Baby’ but her friend, that would have a dorky relationship with a friend of Johnny, being the comic relief of the entire musical.

You weren’t positive, but you had given your best in the audition and desperately loved the entire concept of the movie, since it was one of the first that you had watched, and it was definitely the one that had instilled your passion for dance.

So, you rushed to answer the call, seeing that it was your manager, as you moved to sat impatiently on your sofa, trying to calm yourself at the possibility of another rejection.

“… (Y/N) …” your managed voice didn’t seem so hopeful and you already could hear the following part of her discourse but then her tone picked up as she rushed in saying “… you got the freaking role, babygirl!”.

You had been incredibly excited, screaming like a teenage girl as you jumped up and down on your sofa, crying out loud, as your manager gave you all the details about your character.

And soon you had to move on the set of the movie, but before, you’d have to set up practicing with your partner, who you had discovered would be Alex Hogh Andersen.

A name that hadn’t said much to you, till you had googled him up discovering that he was Ivar from ‘Vikings’, a character that you hadn’t liked in the slightest when you had started watching the show.

To you, he was a rather psychotic kid.

And you had definitely no clue that he had grown into such a beautiful boy.

You had grown distant from ‘Vikings’, after you had started it a few years ago, so you hadn’t kept in track with it, but you certainly approved the casting choice, definitely excited by the fact that you’d have to dance together with him.

Through some ‘subtle researches’ you had discovered that other than playing an amazing role in ‘Vikings’ he seemed a pretty cool guy, social and interested in photography, something that you didn’t know much about, but he made it seem so so interesting, through his cute captions and dorky behavior.

You had to admit that before even meeting him you had already fallen in love with him.

Hence, on your first meeting, at the dance studios the production had rented to make you rehearse, you had been nervous like hell, constantly brushing your hands against your leggings, worried they’d be too sweaty for him.

And you wanted to make a good impression.

Hence you had spent gladly a few extra dollars on those see-through leggings you saw everywhere and chosen a shirt that wouldn’t have anything embarrassing said on it, eventually settling up for a black assemble that made you seem professional, but also cheeky.

Not that a guy as pretty as Alex would notice it.

You were honestly still surprised he hadn’t a girlfriend, since he seemed the best guy you had come across in a long time.

But maybe he was an asshole or…

… an arrogant prick…

… that was the only reason why he honestly was still single.

His personality must have been the worst.

And you were thinking this when you heard a male voice calling your name, and as you turned you saw that it was indeed Alex, almost as if he had been conjured by your own thoughts.

And you found yourself almost stuck on the ground, where you had sat down to calm yourself, till he was in front of you and you were already checking your sweaty hands, for the handshake, but he went a step further and straight up hugged you, making you yelp lightly at the contact.

And there you found out that he smelled divinely, something like expensive perfume mixed with a tint of smoke, as you felt the strength of his body, trying not to fangirl.

You very awkwardly hugged him back, mumbling a screeching ‘Hi’.

“It’s absolutely nice to meet you!” he said gingerly, as he ended the hug moving back to look at you “… I hope I am not late, the jetlag still has some kind of hold on me…”.

“No no, don’t worry! I am (Y/N)” Gosh could you have said something more stupid? “… I am a big fan of ‘Vikings’ “.

Oh, you could have definitely said something more idiotic.

But he didn’t seem to take it personally, lightly blushing as he thanked you for his words, and you had just to embarrass yourself further.

“… I also love your photography, I am not an expert, but…”.

“I do appreciate it truly, and if you do end up teaching me how to dance, I could teach you all about photography” he promised you, a light twinkle of interest in his eyes.

“Oh, c’mon you aren’t so bad at dancing!” and you realized how stalkerish your comment had sounded and proceeded to add “… I have seen your insta…”.

“Yeah I like being dorky” he mumbled softly, completely unfazed by the fact that you had stalked him “… and I honestly am afraid to do all of this”.

A light blush appeared on his face, showing you that although he had acted all tough and adorably, he certainly had a more insecure side, and you, a dancer, totally understood it, softly suggesting that he just showed you ‘a few of his moves’, getting a light raise of eyebrows from him, but eventually he did.

And although you’d have to work on his style, you couldn’t help but smirk lightly at the notion that he certainly enjoyed dancing, and it showed, something that many people, even professional dancers didn’t own.

Alongside a general positive vibe to him that you absolutely loved.

“… I do think that we can get something out of you” you had then smirked softly, as you had introduced him to the swing of the 60s, trying not to mind too much fact to the way his body felt onto yours, as you taught him the basilar steps.

In the end, all your worries disappeared, because Alex seemed the guy of the photos, and much more.

The more you met, the more you discovered new sides of him, such as the one that would bring his camera over to try to teach you what was interesting about photography, shooting a few sneaky pictures of you as you tried out the moves on your own, seeing what would work and what wouldn’t.

And the one he’d have when he’d met a few of his fans and would be the absolute sweetest at them, no matter how annoying or clingy they were, as he blushed for the entire time, with a shyness that the didn’t let on behind the camera.

And the one that’d constantly make fun of you, softly, and then compliment you on your technique as he watched you completely amazed by the way you’d move so gracefully, dosing you with so much praise that you weren’t in the slightest used to receive.

And you’d blush a lot around him.

He was honestly a nice guy and it was impossible not to fall in love with him.

Although you were well aware you didn’t stand a chance.

You were an unknown dancer who had been lucky enough to land a role, whereas he was the most gorgeous boy you had ever seen, with an established career and a great ability with photography.

But sometimes, during tryouts, he’d just hold you closer than he should have and spun you around with the sweetest of smiles, the one you felt like he had only for you.

And no one else.

But he had always kept it very clear that you were simply good coworkers and friends, something for which you were already too grateful.

You learned the routine, together, rather quickly and were lucky enough to have such a good chemistry that you acted perfectly like the awkward lovers you had to play in the movie, enough that you heard a few people from the productions complaining about the main actors, since they didn’t get on as well as you and Alex did.

And when you had to promote the movie, you were the production go-to, since you were both rather young and easy on the eyes, and again…

… the complicity between you two was palpable.

Which was a boost for your career, since you had already started receiving a few offers before the movie even dropped.

And as much as you felt awkward answering questions about your life, Alex, again made the entire atmosphere more comfortable, joking around and making you feel at ease, almost as if you were hosting a party among friends and not journalists.

And then it had happened.

The fateful question.

‘Are you together?’ giggled a blonde journalist ‘… because we couldn’t help but notice the amazing chemistry between you and it just…’.

And you couldn’t help but blush, before stammering out a small ‘no’, sure that Alex would agree with you, but you couldn’t help but catch a light expression of disappointment appear on his face, as you raised your head to meet his face.

Almost as if he hadn’t expected such a direct rejection.

And you low key couldn’t understand whether it was just your eyes not working or you had caught some secret part of his heart.

Something that Alex hadn’t told you.

You tried to confront him softly, after the interview but he just told you that he was busy and run away, and again you were left doubting whether your fangirl dream had come true or you had started having delusional hallucination.

Either way, it didn’t stop you from trying to analyze your entire ‘relationship’ with Alex: he was certainly quite touchy, maybe more than it was appropriate between two friends, but you couldn’t exactly blame him when you were constantly all over him during your dancing routines.

And sometimes not simply accidentally.

You had also to admit that you definitely had chemistry, but at the same time you felt like it’d be bad to assume that just because you had that, you’d have to be more than simply friends.

And the fact that Alex didn’t hang out with you anymore after the interview honestly put your mind at unease, worried that you had done something wrong.

He wouldn’t talk with you, except for texting, justifying his absence with the fact that he was ‘extremely busy’.

And in the end the only time you saw him was at the premiere of the movie.

You arrived on your own, something that definitely made you uncomfortable, unsure of how to properly act without Alex trying to calm you and distract you from the attention of photographers, who screamed at you how to pose.

And you were more than happy to be led away by a fellow back up dancer, who started chatting with you and more importantly pushing glasses of champagne in your hands.

But right when you were all supposed to enter the cinema, you felt an hand pushing itself on your shoulder and almost on your own you couldn’t help but turn around with the biggest smile, as you came face to face with Alex.

But he looked almost… shy.

Which was unusual for him, although you were relieved when he hugged you tight to greet you.

“Hey, handsome, where did you hide?” you mumbled tightly as he just shrugged his shoulders.

“… ahem, I just… had some things to figure out” he replied tightly “… I am sorry for acting like an asshole”.

“You are the one who said it” you teased him “… you can make it up to me with a good hamburger, once we get out of this entire thing”.

“You got it, my lady” his voice wasn’t in the slightest as amused as it usually was when you teased him, and you couldn’t help but feel deep down in your guts that something wasn’t wrong.

Something wasn’t the same anymore.

And simply smiled at him, before moving to get in the cinema, but again Alex stopped you gripping gently your hand.

“About the hamburger… can we take McDonalds and go to my place, to talk a bit? I have something to tell you”.

It was probably ‘fucking leave me alone, you psycho’ talk.

So, although you tried your best to enjoy your great moment, you couldn’t focus on it, till you suddenly felt Alex reach out for your hand, almost as if he understood your distress, and although you were still nervous, you were able to calm a bit.

And his hand kept on being in yours.

Even when you sneaked away from the premiere, to seriously get your McDonalds, as you moved to his apartment.

A strange and awkward intimacy downed upon you, both, as Alex went to get some plates for you, meanwhile you tried to calm yourself, drying your sweaty hands on your designer rented dress.

You were truly grateful that Alex came back with an enormous hoodie of his to allow you to avoid having to renounce eating this month to pay the dress you had been wearing at the premiere.

And still you blushed when he told you ‘it was a shame that you wouldn’t be wearing it anymore, it honestly looked so good on you…’.

“… I just think that you’d be the sexiest, eating a greasy hamburger in a Dior dress”.

And you had blushed, hard, able to simply flip him off, as you moved to change in the bathroom.

And you were glad that although the awkwardness kept on being awfully present, you were able to chat as two friends, as Alex threw fries at you, after you mentioned how dorky he looked in the final cut of the movie.

‘It isn’t fair!’ he tried to reply harshly ‘…when you look half the time as a goddess!’.

And you had blushed even redder.

But what had been even more embarrassing was what followed as you saw that Alex wasn’t meeting your gaze, and you were aware this was the time that he’d kick you out, for ever.

He had been nice with you, just to sweeten the entire thing.

“I am sorry for having ignored these days, I just…” he gently ruffled his hair, making you sink your “… I had things to figure out”.

“Ahhh don’t worry, I just… I just hope that I wasn’t annoying…” you tried to excuse yourself, getting an immediate reaction by Alex, who looked at you with those beautiful blue eyes, almost as if he didn’t understand why you would think he felt that way, before he shook his head.

“Hey, hey, sweetheart, it wasn’t you…” he immediately comforted you, his hand reaching out for your face to make you look at him in the eyes “… I just…”.

“I am sorry if I seemed to want something more than a friendship” you rushed softly out, almost choking on the words, meanwhile Alex just looked at you shocked “… I swear that I never intended to rupture the boundaries”.

“I don’t want to be your friend” surprised you Alex, before a slight blush appeared also on his cheeks, and the breath completely got out of your lungs.

Perfect.

Now that the truth was out there, you could get yourself out there on your own, and drown yourself in tequila…

“… oh then…” and you made to turn, but he reached out for your hand and made you turn almost abruptly towards him.

“I want to be something more” he breathed right on your lips and before you knew it, his lips were right on yours, kissing you with a fierceness that made you lightheaded, hence you had to lightly lean against the chair behind you.

And Alex immediately recognized that something was wrong, pushing himself back as he shot you a worried look, before again moving his stare to his shoes.

“I am sorry” he mumbled tightly “…I just… Gosh I fucking ruined everything!”.

And he made to turn around, but this time you were the one who stopped him.

“… what if I… don’t want to be your friend, either?” you mumbled, rushing through the words, both for the lack of air from the kiss and for the embarrassment on your cheeks “… because I don’t think that friends are supposed to kiss each other, but I want to kiss you so so bad again”.

He seemed shocked, but slowly his face turned in a soft surprise, before he rushed to you again, kissing you but with much more softness and tenderness, no fear of rejection in this kiss, and again you felt lightheaded, but this time it was damnably pleasurable, and soon allowed Alex to deepen the kiss.

And he gently pushed a reverent hand on your face, caressing the skin there, as you were more than happy to ruffle the perfect volume of his soft hair, definitely the softest you had ever touched.

And you both kept kissing each other, one after the other, as you tried to make up for the lost time.

But soon, you’d have to talk it out.

You knew it.

And you almost moaned in pain at being harshly pushed away, looking at him with pleading eyes, as he giggled softly, biting his lips.

“Don’t worry sweetie, I have no intention of putting baby in a corner”.

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rainydaycriminalmindsimagine · 4 years

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Hi. I was wondering if you would mind writing a Spencer Reid/reader imagine: Where they are friends but she likes him as more than a friend altough she never told him. She also has a lot of insecurities and thinks she is stupid, worhtless... . She is also having a hard time (either her family or neighbours or her job ). But she tries to hide it all and Spencer ends up finding it out and cheers her up or something

You met Spencer through a mutual friend actually.

See both of you knew Hotch

And when Hotch met you he instantly thought "Reid would love this girl"

But you had this weird thing about not wanting to be set up

So Hotch did this matchmaking as a secret

And he offered you a job in the BAU

As Spencer's partner

You were shy, new environments freaked you out

But the second you and Spencer saw each other Hotch knew that he did a good thing.

Over time the team really loved you

But Spencer was head over heels

You two spent most of your time together.

Chess, reading, going to foreign movie festivals, comic con, horror movie nights

But you two weren't actually dating.

Which was hilariously frustrating for Hotch

He'd try to subtly suggest the idea to both of you separately

But you both were anxious

And you had it in your head that you weren't enough for Spencer.

Which broke Morgan's heart when you said this

Morgan had grown particularly close to you, as did Garcia

Morgan referred to you both as "Baby girl"

But he didn't call you that in front of the team often

It wasn't that it was weird, he just thought it'd embarrass you

There was no hesitation to responding to it when you heard it too

There was one night the group was having a party and Morgan asked "Can you pass me that babygirl" and you and Garcia both reached for it

"Oh no" you laughed making Morgan snort and Garcia almost cried of laughter.

Spencer felt just a tad bit jealous.

But also had the quick realization that Morgan loved you like a sister

Eventually that night everyone was sitting around and JJ had an idea

"Let's play a game!" JJ suggested

"like what?" You asked

"Strip poker?" Morgan suggested

"No." Spencer and you both intervened

And that's when it hit the team

They could get you two together... Tonight

"Alright. Two truths and a lie." JJ said.

So you all went around but Morgan had an idea for this

"alright alright. Uhhh. One: I restore houses for fun, two: I think I'm getting a dog, three: two people on this team like each other." Morgan said.

You and Spencer both froze in place

"....Well obviously it's the dog one." Emily said.

"yeah you're right. Too much hair on everything." Morgan nodded

"Uh. Hold up I'm never in the loop, who likes each other?" Rossi asked.

"my turn." Emily said. "One: Spencer and Y/n are both secretly in love with each other and this was just a ploy to get them to say it. Two: I got flashed on the subway Thursday, three: I own a lamborghini."

You freaked out internally

And just sat there

Finally you worked it up to walk outside

Which made you panic

And leave

To the nearest bookstore

Everyone felt kind of bad but Spencer was freaking out too.

Did she run away because the idea of him liking her made her feel that uncomfortable?

Or was it because Emily was right

So he had to find out: obviously.

And he of course knew exactly where to find you

You were panicking in the sci fi section when he picked up a book and pretended to be shopping

You didn't notice it at first

And then the long hair made you realize

That it was Spencer.

You immediately switched aisles

Which made him find hilariously stealthy ways to sneak up on you

At one point he stood behind you and when you finally figured it out you nearly knocked over the entire bookcase

And Spencer finally took the decoy book from you.

"Talk me me Y/n, why'd you run?" He asked.

"Because it made me uncomfortable." You said.

"Because the idea of dating me is that terrible?" He asked, genuinely concerned.

"Wha-- no!" You sighed

"wait then because Emily was right?" Spencer asked.

You swallowed hard and smacked a book into his chest before sprinting down another aisle.

Spencer of course met you at the end of it and you turned around before he grabbed your hand.

"Was she right Y/n?" He asked

You swallowed.

"M-maybe." You finally admitted

"why haven't you said anything!?" He asked

"because I'm not good enough for you!" You finally said, looking him dead in the eyes.

"..........What?" He asked, slowly letting go of your hand.

"I'm not as intelligent as you are, or as big as an asset to the team as you are or even that big of a deal. I seriously feel like I cheated some system being your partner." You admitted

"Y/n, you're amazing, what the hell are you talking about?" He asked.

Considering he never swore this kind of stunned you.

"you are intelligent and while I can admit I may have a higher IQ than most, you still outsmart me in most ways. Y/n what you might not know fact wise, is made up with with your amazing compassion. You're beautiful, kind and I don't care what anyone tells me, you are one of the MAIN assets to the BAU and I strongly believe that if you ever left the whole damn institution would fall." He said.

You blinked a few times still not quite comprehending the situation.

Spencer sighed, tossing the book down from earlier and kissing you to prove the point even further

Which you obviously has NO objections to.

So when you two finally came back, Spencer had his arm around you and the whole team lost their minds

Emily swears Hotch ALMOST showed emotions.

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Surprising Sarah characters with Lunch🌠

Sarah:

You visited Sarah while she was on set for AHS cult, you knew she loved catering, but she loved your cooking even more. You had made her favourite the night before and decided to bring the left overs for dinner.

"Hey baby! What are you doing here?!"

She ran to you, still in costume and pulled you into the biggest hug. Anyone would think you hadn't seen each other in a long time, when in reality you had seen her a mere few hours ago when she woke up in your bed.

"You know I can't resist the brown hair and this costume makes your ass look great love... oh and I brought lunch"

"You're so cute"

Billie:

You found billie at the murder house, you knew how long Billie had spent preparing for this new adventure and how much energy she was using to make her show almost as good as she is.

"Hey ghost lady"

"Hey babygirl, what brings you here? I thought you said this place was unsafe?"

"I've brought you lunch... and I did, I still think it is but I know I'm safe if you're here"

"Always baby"

Lana:

Lana was half way through a day full of interviews and she was exhausted, all she wanted was you. She decided to give you a ring, although you were probably too busy to talk to her.

"Hello love, how are the interviews going?"

"Hello sweetheart, they're exhausting. I wish you were here"

"I'll bring lunch"

"You don't have to drop everything for me, I'm sure you're busy"

You smiled gently through the phone, you had been planning on taking Lana lunch anyway, you missed her like crazy.

"Never too busy for you love"

Cordelia:

You knew Delia could get caught up in her work, so when she was absent at breakfast and lunch, you decided enough was enough. You found her office and knocked before entering.

"Delia?"

"Hm?" She didn't look up from her work, being a head teacher and supreme was tiring work you guessed.

"I brought you lunch, take a break for me"

"I don't have time y/n, I have to finish all this paperwork before tomorrow"

"Well take a break and I'll help you"

"I can't ask you to do that"

"You didn't, I'm telling you I am. You'll starve yourself if you're not careful"

"Have I told you I love you today?"

"Yes dear, but you can say it as much as you'd like, I'll never complain"

Bette and Dot:

You always brought the girls lunch no matter what day it was or how busy you were. It was just another way to show them how much you cared.

You always tried to make each day different, and today you had decided to make a picnic.

"How are my favourite girls?"

You walked over to the pair sat at their dressing table and placed a kiss on both their cheeks causing matching blush to grace their skin.

"Are we having lunch together!?"

"Bette..." Dot scolded her sister.

"Its okay Dottie, I love how excited Bette gets. And of course, I thought maybe a picnic would be fun today"

"Sounds awfully romantic! I cant wait!"

"Me neither Bette, me neither" You smiled at both the girls and pulled them towards you for a hug before lunch.

Sally:

You know that sally didn't need to eat because she was a ghost but that didn't stop you worrying that she wasn't taking care of herself.

"Y/n! I thought you wasn't coming back till later? I've missed you so much"

Sally was sat at the bar, the usual tears running down her cheeks at the pure sight of you. Happy tears of course.

"Well I brought food, I thought maybe we could have lunch together? I cant remember the last time you ate love"

"Thats sweet baby, but you know I don't need to eat"

"I know... you should still take care of yourself though"

"I love you"

Sally loved that you cared about silly things, although she didn't need the same things as humans do, that you did; she loved that you still wanted her to have them. Food, water, sleep. You looked after her, and she would be grateful for that forever.

Ally:

Both Ally and Oz were ill and you felt bad that you weren't there to look after them both. So you booked the rest of the day off and the day after and hurried to the shop for supplies before heading to Allys.

"Y/n? What are you doing here?"

"Well my favourite people are sick and need to be looked after"

"But you might get sick too"

"Then you can return the favour and look after me" you placed a kiss on Allys cheek and entered her house, finding Oz sitting on the couch.

"Hey little man, I brought you some stuff to keep you occupied. I'm sorry you're ill bud"

You handed Oz some comics and some sweets and retreated to the kitchen.

"What did I ever do to deserve you?"

"How about you contemplate that while on the sofa love, and I'll make some lunch"

"Thank you"

You'd do anything to see that beautiful smile on her face every minute of everyday.

Audrey:

Audrey hated catering food, said it tasted fake, so she always took her own. However, that morning she hadn't had time to do anything so went to work without her usual meal in her bag. You felt bad for keeping Audrey up all night and therefore making her sleep in for longer than normal. So you decided to make her one of your family recipes and suprise her at work.

You knocked on her trailer door and waited for her to answer.

"Hey babe, what brings you here?"

"I brought you some lunch, I know you don't like catering and you have nothing to eat so I made you an old family recipe... its nothing special-"

"Im sure it will be amazing babe, thank you. I hope you made enough for the both of us, or you'll have to find something else to eat"

She winked at you and made your cheeks blush. You always loved lunch with Audrey.

Wilhemina:

Mina had missed lunch and you weren't quite sure why, she had looked under the weather this morning when you left her room. But she brushed it off and told you she was fine. Being a high ranked purple you instructed a grey to bring you wilhemina's uneaten cube. You were always kind with the Greys, hating the fact that even after the end of the word there was still a hierarchy.

"Mina? Are you in here?"

"What do you want y/n" you never took her tone of voice personally, especially when she was evidently ill.

"I brought you lunch, I know you're not well love"

All that was returned was a grunt and you took that as a thank you.

"Let's get you sat up, you need to eat and drink some water"

"Thank you"

"Always mina"

Tammy:

You knew where Tammy would be, at the loft with debbie and Lou and the rest of the team. You were only a small part of the team so you weren't that involved in day to day things. However, you made sure to visit every day to bring Tammy her lunch. The women were always getting caught up in their plans, that you were scared Tam wouldn't eat unless you made her.

"Hello beautiful lady"

"Hello, hows my favourite fence?" You placed a kiss on Tammy's lips as you placed a Tupperware box within her hands.

"Better for seeing you. Did you bring lunch again?"

"Of course, can't have you starving while making important plans"

She smiled down at you and thanked you with her eyes.

"Hey love birds, how about you bring us all some lunch too, sharing is caring you know"

Lou was always teasing you for caring so much about Tammys lunch. But you'd still do it until the end of time if it meant you'd be looking after her.

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