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                                             “I’ll see you later dad”

                                          “No, you can’t leave me”

Spencer Reid: ´Knock, knock, knock.´ As soon as you knocked on his door, he opened it.

"Hey. So instead of going out I was wondering if you wanted to watch movies." Spencer asked yet again pulling that adorable innocent look that slightly turned you on. 

"Sure, that sounds perfect. What movies?" You asked as you made yourself comfortable on his coach. "The Heat. It's supposed to be funny and I know you love comedies." He said sitting at the other end of the sofa. 

"I would love to see it. Why are you so far away from me? I won't shoot you." "Don't take it personally, I'm just nervous." He said, running his hands together. You just smiled as you pressed play and scooted closer to him a little bit. 30 minutes into the movie you and Spencer were laughing while he had his arm wrapped around your small frame. Near the end of the movie, you felt Spencer's head dropping onto your shoulder and the only thing you could do was smile at the cute giant lying next to you.

Aaron Hotchner:  You walked into a cafe on the corner of your street, immediately spotting Aaron sitting at a table in the corner. "Agent, thank you for meeting me." You thanked not knowing whether to shake his hand or give him hug. Fortunately for you, Aaron stood up and engulfed you in a big hug. `This was probably to make me feel better´, you thought. 

"Y/N, I'm so glad that could meet me and please, call me Aaron." You nodded and smile while sitting down across from him. "I'm sorry if I woke you up last night, it's just, the nightmares got to me more than they usually do." Aaron shook his head and covered your hand with his. 

"It's completely normal, you've been through so much and you've dealt with it so well. If you don't want to talk about the incident, that’s fine. We can talk about whatever you want to." Aaron was nice and easy to talk to, maybe should get know him or at least, let know.

"Okay, what do you want to know?" You asked. "What's your job?" Aaron asked but you could barely hear because all you could concentrate on was the fact that Aaron's hand was still covering yours. "Erm, well I'm a lawyer." After telling him this, Aaron looked completely shocked. "I don't usually like lawyers." He said with a teasing smile.

 "Well, luckily for you, I don't protect the suspects or 'unsubs', I protect the victims but I like to refer to them as survivors because I'm one of them now." You smiled while looking down at the table. "That's a nice way of thinking about that Y/N. Okay, now what else do I want to know?... Ah, any siblings?" You could tell Aaron was trying to distract you and it was very sweet. 

"Yes, I have one younger brother and two older brothers. That's why I've never had a boyfriend for longer than three months, they're always scared of them." You said while giggling and Aaron just sat there smiling at you. 

You and Aaron sat there talking for hours and before you knew it, it was time to get to work. "Thank you so much for this Aaron, it really distracted me and made me feel better." You said while hugging him. "It's perfectly fine Y/N. If it isn't too inappropriate, do you want to go on a sort of real date with me?" Aaron said nervously. "I would love to."

Derek Morgan: 7:56. He had 4 minutes. Hopefully, he wouldn't stand you up lik-, you were cut off by someone knocking on your door at 8:00 pm.

"Hello," you said as you opened the door to a very good looking FBI agent. "Hi baby girl, you look amazing." He said which obviously made you blush. Derek just smiled to himself. "So, where are we going?" You questioned, "Well, you will just have to wait and see won't you..."

"And, here we are pretty lady," Derek said as he opened the door to a very expensive looking restaurant. "Oh my God Derek. This place looks amazing and it seems quite expensive." 

"Oh don't worry. Anything for a beautiful lady such as yourself." He smirked, knowing he already had your heart in his hands. "Are you sure Derek? We can just go see a movie if this is too expensive." 

Spencer Reid: Working with Spencer wasn't the easiest. He would constantly correct everything you said and to say the least- it was very annoying. "So, Jack the Ripper was located in Lond..." Halfway through your sentence and Reid cut you off, once again. 

"Actually, to be exact he was located in Whitechapel, a small to- Hey, where are you going Y/N?" "To do some work." You shouted over your shoulder as you walked to Garcia's office.

"Hey Y/N, what are you doing here?" Garcia asked as you sat on the extra seat in her office. "Reid keeps correcting me on stupid things and, ugh, it keeps getting on my nerves!" You replied slightly agitated.

"He is only trying to impress you doll face," Garcia smirked at you while typing away on her computer. "Wha-" "She's right Y/N, I really like you so I thought if you thought I was smart you would like me." He said while twiddling his fingers. 

"You're joking aren't you? Spence, you are the smartest and cutest guy I know, I would love to go out with you if you do one thing for me." " What?" He asked with wide eyes and parted lips.

"Stop cutting me off when I'm talking." You both laughed and shared a cute hug until Garcia coughed and you realised you were still in her office.

Aaron Hotchner: 

Nightmares.

They were becoming too much to handle. You didn't know what to do. One nice agent called Aaron Hotchner gave you his number, he must have known that you would have nightmares. 

The phone was ringing and you were waiting for him to pick up. "Hello, who is this?" A gruff voice whispered.

"Hi, it's Y/N, from the kidnapping. You said to call whenever. I'm sorry, did I wake you?" You said while trying to stop crying. "Oh, of course, Y/N. Are you okay?" He asked suddenly becoming wide awake. 

"Honestly, no. I keep having horrible nightmares about those days, I can't seem to carry on with my life." You said after finally being able to stop crying. "Okay, how about in the morning we go for breakfast and talk?" Aaron asked. 

"I would love to, thank you, Agent Hotchner." You said, feeling that you could be happy again.

Derek Morgan:  A day off, exactly what you needed after working in a place like that. Throughout the apartment you owned, you could hear your phone ringing. 

"Hello?" 

"Well hello, hot stuff. Need protecting again any time soon?" You heard the cocky voice and knew straight away who it was. "Well hello Derek, is that your way of asking me out?" You questioned, really wanting him to ask you out. 

"Maybe... Do you want to go out with me?" He asked, probably smirking. "Where would you take me?" You decided to play along. "Come on, do you want to go out or what?" He said, starting to get frustrated.

Dating Harry Potter would include:

> Being best friends with him before anything happens

> Waking up one day realising that actually, you’re in love with him

> Ron and Hermione knowing since the first year.

> You being terrified he doesn’t feel the same 

> Harry being so happy he won the Quidditch finals he just runs up and kisses you

> The whole common room cheering and whooping because finally, they’ve been waiting for six years

> Him not even asking you to be his girlfriend, you just are

> Not too much PDA because you are a little scared of his ‘fan club’

> Romilda Vane trying to bully you but you laughing and walking off with Harry

> The longer you’re with Harry, the more comfortable you are with PDA

                   - Full on snogging outside of potions, receiving a few choice words from Snape

                  - When he drinks the liquid luck, he slaps your ass a lot but you can’t be mad because look how cute he is

> Whenever he sees Malfoy, Harry has an arm around because he knows Malfoy will do anything to piss him off

> Harry tries to hide what he’s feeling but you will not let him go through anything alone

> Holding him in his dorm when things get too much for him, telling him how proud his parents would’ve been

> Hermione shouting at Harry because he doesn’t always appreciate you like he should

> Harry realizing that Hermione is right and spending hours apologising for ignoring you

> Being the only one that believes him when he says Malfoy is a Death Eater

> Harry crying into your neck when Dumbledore dies, you holding him as tight as possible

> Dancing with Harry at Bill and Fleur’s wedding when he says:

                     “After this is all over, what do you think about us doing this?

                     “Harry Potter, are you proposing to me?”

                     “Yes, I am. So what do you think?” “I would love to.”

> Knowing you and Harry are going to spend the rest of your lives together is another reason to win the war

> When the war was over, you and Harry get married

> For your honeymoon, you rebuilt his home in Godric’s Hollow to create the memories his parents weren’t able to

> Having three beautiful children:

                       - James Sirius Potter

                       - Remus Harry Potter

                       - Lily Luna Potter

Dating Remus Lupin includes:

Lip Gallagher:

The door to 'The Alibi' swung open, a cute boy walking in with a cigarette slotted in between his lips. "The usual please Kevi- and who are you?" The boy leaned against the bar.

"New girl. What can I get you?" I replied, showing no interest.

"Ohhh, acting like you don't think I'm the sexiest man alive." He replied, stubbing out his cancer stick.

"You a Gallagher?" He looked shocked before replying, "um yeah, Lip."

"Ah, that explains it. I was told to stay away from you." I said, giggling and cleaning glasses.

"By who?" Lip didn't look happy that he couldn't get what he wanted. He wasn't used to that.

"By me." "Kev?! What the fuck? She's hot and you aren't letting me fuck her?" Lip shouted.

"Phillip, meet my little sister Y/N."

At that point, I think Lip's eyes bulged out of his head.

Ian Gallagher:

"IAN GALLAGHER. I'M GONNA FUCKIN' KILL YA." Three boys stormed into the store, supposedly looking for an 'Ian'.

"Jesus, the day I go shopping and someone is getting murdered," I mumbled, trying to carry on with the list.

"What the fuck did you just say?" The ringleader marched up to me. "Ugh, who are you looking for?" I sighed, turning to face the boy with the bat.

"Ian, ginger, freckled, works here?" I thought back to the boy the walked into the storeroom just before the 'gang' came in.

"Oh. I think he told his boss he was sick? Probably at home." I shrugged, hoping he wouldn't catch me in my lie.

"Fuck, fine. Come on." The greasy boy turned to the others and stomped out.

As I tried to carry on with shopping, I got interrupted again, "why did you do that? If he finds out you're lying he'll kill you." A boy, that must've been Ian, walked out of the storeroom straight towards me.

"You seem too nice to kill. I saw you helping that old lady before, really sweet of you. Not many boys like you around here." I ended my sentence with a smile, blushing slightly because he was quite cute. He blushed back, a hand running through his hair.

"I don't know if this is too forward but can I have your number?" Ian asked, looking terrified. "Without knowing my name?" I asked, pretending to be offended.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry. Obviously, you wouldn't like me." He started to turn away.

"Hey, I'm fucking with you. I'm Y/N, and here's my number." Without buying anything, I started to walk out of the shop and turned my head to see Ian staring at my ass.

As I walked out the door, I heard a low whistle, making me giggle.

Fiona Gallagher:

"Hey, Fiona! The school have given me a tutor!" Debbie shouted through the house, getting her work ready on the kitchen table.

"And how much is that gonna fuckin' cost me?" She shouted back. At that point, Debbie had already let me in the house.

With a smile, I shouted back: "nothing, I'm doing this out of the kindness of my heart." Fiona ran down the stairs with a panicked look on her face.

"Ah shit, I'm sorry for being rude. Hi, I'm Fiona." The cute girl held her hand out but I was stuck on that smile of hers. "Um, Y/N." I stuttered back at her.

She laughed and tucked some hair behind her ear before directing me to the kitchen. "So you like my sister huh?" Debbie said with a smile.

"Why do you need a tutor?" I replied, making us both laugh. "She's cute." I smiled before getting stuck into the work.

Mickey Milkovich:

I hadn’t stopped running for at least five minutes, a group of boys threatening to jump me.

“Ahh.” I smashed right into a strong build, hitting the floor.

“Watch where you’re fuckin’ goin’,” the voice replied, just watching me lay on the floor. “There she is, get here!” I heard from behind me.

“Oh shit,” I said slowly standing up. “They after you?” The boy that knocked you down asked.

“Um, yeah. I stole a part from their car.” I replied, getting ready to run. “I’ll handle this,” I looked at him confused until I saw the fear in the gang's eyes. 

“You wanna mess with the broad, you gotta get through me.” Immediately, the boys turned around and sulked away.

“Hey, thanks. You didn’t need to do that but thanks.” I said, blushing because he was quite cute.

“I couldn’t let a hottie like you get beat up.” He smirked and walked away.

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Joey: You were rushing as you were late for the first day on the job. Being 21, poor and going to University was not easy while living in New York. You were studying English Language but hardly had any way of paying for the course as your parents wanted you to make your own way through life. 

You ran through the double doors and behind the counter in the coffee shop called: 'Central Perk'. 

"I'm so sorry I'm late, the class ran longer than I expected-" You were cut off by a very pretty woman. "Hey. hey, hey. Calm down I'm late, like, everyday. Anyway, I'll be training you, here is your name tag; Y/N. I'm Rachel Green, we're going to be good friends, I can already tell by your cute skirt." You both laughed as she led you to a group of people.

"These are my friends and they're nice, most of the time, so you can take their order first. To practise."  Rachel said with a kind smile. "Okay." You took a deep breath while stepping towards Rachel's friends. "Hi. Could I take anybody's order?" You question with a nervous smile. Only one person answered, a very cute person though. 

"Yeah, could I have a coffee, a muffin and your name please?" He asked you giggled, already thinking of a witty reply. "Why? Can't you read?" You asked while pointing at your name tag. Everyone laughed while you walked away to get his order.

"I like her." You heard the cute person say.

Chandler: Now that you think about it, walking across the road while listening to music probably wasn't the best idea.

Walking this way to the park was a daily routine for you, so you never thought in any way it could be dangerous. While crossing the street, you didn't see a lorry coming towards you. Just before it hit you, a knight in shining armour gripped you around the waist and pulled you out of the way.

You landed on top of him, your intimate area very close to his, and your faces only inches away. Let's not forget his hands on your thighs. "Hi." You said out of breath. "Hey." He replied, staring into your eyes. "Are you okay?" He asked, squeezing your thighs which suddenly made you realise your compromising position. "Oh my God, you must think I'm an idiot." You groaned while standing up and helping him up. "I was just in a world of my own and I didn't see the truck." You said while trying not to look at him in the eyes. "Thanks." You smiled, finally looking at him. 

"You're welcome. I'm Chandler by the way." He said, holding his hand out. "I'm Y/N." You said while shaking his hand. " You have to let me repay you. I mean, you did just save my life."

"How about you buy me a coffee sometime." "Sure, how about you give me your number?" You said to Chandler, surprising yourself at your confidence. "Okay." He replied with a cheeky grin.

Ross: Taking your 5 year old nephew to the museum was the only thing you could think of doing. At his age, most kids are obsessed with dinosaurs so you thought why not take him to see some dinosaurs?

"What dinosaur is that?" Elliot, your nephew, asked while tugging on your hand. "Um, I'm not too sure El." You replied, trying to find a sign. "It's an Allosaurus." You heard a deep voice from behind you say. "Oh, cool!" Your nephew shouted

."Oh, hello. Thank you, how do you know that?" You asked turning around. "I'm a doctor here, I know a lot about dinosaurs. I could give you a tour of the museum if you like? I'm Ross by the way." He offered both a tour and his name, making you smile. "What do you think Elliot? Want a private tour?" You asked while picking him up. 

My tale is a tragedy. Heartbreak from the beginning to end. I’m not the hero of this story, the Queen of Hearts might as well be. I didn’t even try to save Wonderland. What was the point? Nobody even liked it there.

Anyway, happier news. I finally have my first job: at the police station. It’s not much, I get coffee for the sheriff and deputy who have mixed feelings about me. I mean, I sort of understand why but, surely they should trust me by now. Right?

Greg Sanders: "And this is where you'll be working alongside Greg Sanders." Gil Grissom, your new boss, introduced you to your new position in the Las Vegas Crime Laboratory. "Greg, show Y/N around, it's her first day and you'll be working together a lot. Good luck Y/N." Grissom said as he walked away. 'Good luck with work or Greg?' You thought. 

"Hey Y/N, I'm Greg. Is this your first time in a lab?" Greg said as he led you over to a chair. "Yes, it is. I'm a little nervous, to be honest." You replied as your cheeks lit up in flames. "No need, from what I've heard you'll do amazing. And you're not bad to look at either- that could help you get away with a lot around here." Greg smirked while walking away causing you to giggle and shake your head.

'Grissom definitely meant good luck with Greg.'

Nick Stokes: "Mum, I told you; my love life is perfectly fine." You groaned, sick of your mother already even though you had only been with her for five minutes. "Anyone who has a love life wouldn't describe it as 'fine' Y/N. Do you want me to set you up with someone?"  Your mother held your hand as if you had just lost someone dear to you. "Mum no! I can find someone when I want someone." You ripped your hand away and looked back down at the menu. "I met this couple from mine and your father's book club. They have a very good looking son that I want you to meet. They're on their way now." As soon as your mother finished her sentence, the door to the cafe opened. "Mum, I can't believe you, I look awful!" When you finished, your mother stood up and started hugging and kissing the couple. 

"Y/N, this is Bill and Jillian Stokes. This is their son, Nick." As soon as you looked up, your breath was caught in your throat. That man stood in front of you could have easily been a God. "H-hi, I'm Y/N." You were hoping he didn't hear the stutter in your voice but by the smirk on his face, he clearly did. "Hello Y/N." His accent drew you in but what drew you in even further were his manners. He pulled a seat out for you, asked questions about you and talked to your mother. 

Before saying goodbye, Nick made sure to give you his number. "See, told you-you would like him." "Shut up."

Warrick Brown: "You stare at that waitress all the time, talk to her." Nick groaned for at least the fifth time that morning. "Nah man, I bet she doesn't even know my name," Warrick said while flicking through the menu. "And that is exactly why you should talk to her," Nick stated. "Maybe I'll ask her out then, she is really hot," Nick said while looking up and down your figure. "Don't disrespect her like that." Warrick hit Nick on the head with his menu. "See, you like her- talk to her." 

You walked towards the boys ready to take their order. "Hey guys, what can I get you?" You said while tapping your pen onto the pad. "Um how about telling me your name?" Said Warrick, while cringing. You giggled but still replied. "I'm Y/N, you are?" "Warrick Brown." After getting their orders, you walked towards the counter. 

Dating Thor would include:

Him being such a teddy bear, wanting non-stop hugs.

Squeezing his biceps constantly and him not understanding why-

              “Thor, babe, you have the best muscles I have ever seen.” “I still don’t understand why you love them so much.”

Soft kisses after a mission.

Those kisses becoming more passionate.

Holding each other for hours in the morning, not wanting to move.

His father actually accepting you even though you’re a Midgardian.

Cradling him when he breaks down, stroking his head with his arms clutching your waist.

Teaching him how to cook traditional Midgardian meals, ending up in a food fight.

Him teaching you about Asgard, loving how interested you are.

Thor not grasping the fact that not everyone is comfortable with PDA, but still not caring.

Him hugging you from behind and usually picking you up.

Thor being so overprotective which sometimes causes arguments.

You sleep on the couch during fights because he is too big to fit on.

Him picking you up off the couch in the night, taking you back to your bedroom.

Not being able to stay mad at each other and cuddling instead.

Having such a big bed but Thor laying mostly on top of you.

Your house is full of pictures and memories.

Constantly laughing at and with each other.

Meeting the other Avengers and they are slightly protective of Thor at first.

They soon warm up to you when they see how you look at each other.

You and Nat soon becoming best friends

Nat wanting to go wedding dress shopping and you giggling saying that Thor will never propose.

Not knowing he was listening and Thor getting a bit upset that you don’t think he would propose.

Finding the ring hidden in the sock drawer, laughing at the fact Thor didn’t think you would find it but putting it back anyway.

Having a movie night when Thor says he’s going to get more popcorn but he takes too long so you get up to go find him.

You turn around and find him on one knee, ring in hand.

Spencer Reid: Being the new girl wasn't easy at all, especially when being an adult. Recently, you had gotten a new job at the BAU in Quantico. When you walked in, you were immediately called into the boss's office. "Nice to meet you Y/N, my name is Aaron Hotchner- you can refer to me as Hotch. Your desk is next to our very own genius, Dr Spencer Reid. The one attempting 'physics magic' as he calls it." Hotch finally finished, letting you walk to your new 'office'. "Are you Spencer the Genius?" You asked, already setting your property on the table adjacent to the doctors. "Um, yes- you are?" "I'm your new partner Y/F/N. I hope you're all right with that." You said, starting to stutter once you realised how adorable he was. "That's fine just didn't think my new partner would be so beautiful." 

Aaron Hotchner: 'Okay, okay- you can survive this Y/N, you are strong.' Trapped, waiting for a saviour. 5 days ago, you were kidnapped by a very butch looking man. 'Look around Y/N, find an exit. You can escape.' You kept looking around but you were too drugged up. Cigarette burns, slices and many, many splinters. 'A barn, that's where I am! I can escape, if I wasn't tied up...' The door squeaked open. 'Oh God, not again.' "FBI, Y/N. Are you in here?" "Yes! I'm here, help me!" You cried, happy you could be saved. "I'm Aaron Hotchner, are you okay?" "Yes. Please get me out of here." He picked you up bridal style and carried you to the ambulance. Not once did he leave your side.