This is the last preference on Book One, so here's something special for y'all, including the picture of Chris Evans that made me cry when I first saw it

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Summary: Two fandoms switch characters with each other, and you're in the middle of it all.

QOTP: What was your favorite imagine or preference in this book?

Word Count: 19295

Anne With An E / Newsies

Billy -
Walking through the middle of New York City in the morning was loud. Besides the regular crowds of people walking to work, there was the children. The "street rats."

The newsies.

You would stop and buy a paper from the little ones on your way to the shops or your wealthy father's office downtown. They looked absolutely pitiful, looking up at you with those big, pleading, watery eyes. They were starving.

The older ones, however, you never bothered much with. Many of them were known to lie just to sell papers. It was undignified.

There was one boy in particular, however, that decided to use a different tactic one morning.

"Hello, Miss," he said, leaning against a building slightly ahead of you, smirking.

You looked over at him. He had blonde hair, partly covered by a dirty cap, and a bag containing his papers partly over his old clothes. His eyes were bright blue. You looked away. "Hello," you said shortly.

He followed, walking next to you. "Would the pretty lady care for a paper?"

You rolled your eyes. "No, she would not."

"Hmm," he hummed thoughtfully. He was hardly deterred. "Would she rather a date with me, then?"

You stopped, looking at him again. He really was cute, though he still had that playful smirk on his lips. "I don't care for your jokes," you replied, then kept walking.

Suddenly, he was in earnest. "N-No, I ain't jokin', Miss. Honest. You really are very pretty." Out of the many women on the street that morning, he didn't exactly pick you at random...

Despite yourself, you blushed. "I don't even know your name."

He smiled — a genuine one — and it nearly made you melt. "Billy Andrews."

Gilbert -
Medda Larkin's was something of a safe haven for him. He would paint backdrops for her sometimes, so she would let him watch the shows for free, up in the back. It was a small theatre, though, so he could still see the stage pretty well.

He was in the middle of a strike — he and the other newsies were refusing to sell Pulitzer's papers until he met their demands — and he was the leader. It was going okay, but it was stressful. So, he came to Medda Larkin's.

When he got there, though, he found someone — a pretty girl, no less — had purchased a seat in his usual box. Still, he sat down anyway. He looked over at her. "Hi," he whispered.

You, who had finally saved up enough spending money to buy the cheapest seat in Medda Larkin's, turned to look at the boy who had just sat down next to you. "Hi," you whispered back. It was dark, but from what you could see of his face, he was cute.

"I'm Gilbert," he said.

"Y/N," you replied.

He smiled. "Pretty name."

You blushed. "Thanks... I like yours, too."

He chuckled. "Thanks." You watched the show for a while, not uncomfortable in the least. Then, as he saw how much you were enjoying it — the amazement in your eyes — he said, "You know, I could get you in here for free."

You turned to him, eyes widening a little. "Did you sneak in here?"

He laughed. "No, of course not. Medda lets me up here for free. I paint backdrops for her. And I'm sure she wouldn't mind me bringing a plus one every now and then."

You smiled, looking down and blushing. "Well, I would very much like to be your plus one."

Jerry -
"How many do you have left?" he asked after walking the two blocks from his selling spot to yours.

You looked in your shoulder bag and counted. "Three. You?"

He sighed. "Seven."

You laughed. "What can I say? Being a girl just gets you more sympathy."

"Yes, apparently, it does," he groaned. Then, he smiled slightly. "Do you want to sell the rest together?"

"Does Shirley have red hair?"

He smiled wider.

You often sold together; out of all the other newsies, you were closest with each other. They all liked to tease you, saying that you're together, and, if you weren't, you should be. You both thought so, too, but you never told each other that.

You moved to a different street corner and started hawking the day's boring headline. No one was buying. Suddenly, Jerry changed his tune. "Murder victim found on fourth street!" he shouted. A couple people jogged over to buy a paper from him as you fought to keep a smile off your face.

When they were gone, you busted out laughing. "Oh, they're all so gullible."

Jerry laughed, too. "They really are."

You stepped up to the curb. "Watch this." You turned to face the street, then shouted. "Stock market crash!" Five people ran over, three bought the rest of your papers, then two had to buy from Jerry. As soon as they were gone, all you could do was stand there and laugh with each other.

Then, a man who had bought a paper from you turned around. "Hey!"

Jerry quickly grabbed your hand, pulling you in the other direction, and you both ran, laughing the whole way.

Crutchie -
Crutchie had a limp, hence his nickname. He was born with it, and everyone had called him Crutchie for so long — even you, his best friend — that pretty much everyone had forgotten what his real name was.

He didn't mind, though. The nickname didn't bother him. The Delancey's, however, used a much less harmless nickname when they bullied him. And they liked to bring you into it; they would even call you his girlfriend when they picked on him.

"Are you paying her to hang around you, Crutch?" Morris asked.

"N-No," Crutchie replied. He was on the ground. They'd tripped him on the path in the woods.

"I find that hard to believe," Oscar said.

You were walking down the path, heading home. Crutchie had left the schoolhouse ahead of, as you were talking to Katherine. You figured you'd catch up with him somewhere along the way.

You did.

"I certainly don't," you replied to Oscar.

Morris rolled his eyes. "Oh, there's your little girlfriend now, come to save you — again."

"He wouldn't need 'saving', so you call it, if you two would just grow up," you replied, walking over and helping Crutchie up. Once he was up, you looked back at them. "Get lost."

They pushed past you, going quickly down the path, muttering. You looked at Crutchie. "You alright?"

"I'm fine," he replied, beginning to walk. He sighed. "Just wish I could defend myself, you know?"

"You're too nice," you replied, nudging his shoulder lightly with your own as you walked next to him. "If I were you, I would've hit them both over the head with your crutch by now."

He laughed. "That's terribly unchristian of you."

You shrugged, laughing, too. "Well, nobody's perfect — except Jesus."

He laughed again, looking over at you. "You are something else, Y/N Y/L/N."

You smiled. "Thank you. That's precisely what I strive to be." Your laughter died down as you continued your slow walk in comfortable silence. Finally, though, you looked over at him. "You know, I did say nobody but Jesus was perfect, but... Crutchie, you sure do come pretty close."

He smiled, blushing. "You do, too. Aside from the wanting to hit people over the head with my crutch."

And, just like that, you were both laughing again.

Jack -
Getting into and through Queen's was one of the toughest, yet most rewarding things you ever had to do. It allowed you to come back to your home — Avonlea — and be the school teacher there.

The children loved you, and you loved teaching, though your mind was still set on college some time in the future.

But somebody else's mind was set on marrying you.

Jack Kelly.

He was a farmer's son, and he was going to inherit a nice, large piece of land when his father died. He had a pretty decent reputation in Avonlea, too. And, you had to admit, he was attractive.

The whole town was under the impression you were courting each other, and, really, you were. But it wasn't a normal relationship by any means.

He was a flirt — though only to you— and you found it fun to flirt and banter back. It was almost like a game to you, and he knew it, too. But he was persistent. He'd known you since you were kids; you went to school together (everyone did) and, though you weren't friends, you knew each other. He always liked you — maybe not in a romantic way, like he did when he got older, but still. And he liked the game. He wanted to win it.

"Good afternoon, Miss Y/L/N," he said, stepping into the now empty schoolhouse. The children had just left, some saying hello to him on the way out. He came by often.

"Mr. Kelly," you replied, gathering your books in your arms. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" You already knew the answer.

"I came to walk you home," he replied. "Didn't want you to get lonely."

"Why, thank you," you said sarcastically, "because I would surely die otherwise." Nonetheless, you let him carry your books and looped your arm through his.

You left the school, then started down the path. You'd done this a hundred times before. Suddenly, Jack broke the peaceful silence. "So, you decided on me yet?"

You raised a brow at him. "What do you mean?"

"Well, we've been courting a while now-"

"This is the worst proposal ever," you interrupted, knowing exactly where he was going.

He laughed. "Well, I'll give you a real one once I know you'll say yes."

"Seriously?" you asked, laughing all the same.

"Yeah," he replied, as if it were obvious. "Do you know how nerve-wracking it would be to propose to you without knowing what you were gonna say?"

"I can imagine," you replied, smiling up at him. He'd courted you for months. He'd picked you flowers, walked you home, complimented you hundreds and hundreds of time — and more. And then, he was there waiting, very obviously anxious, for your answer to his awkward proposal. Not only that, but in those past few months, you'd really grown to love him. "Alright," you said.

"Alright, what?" he asked.

"Alright, I'll say yes," you replied. "But it better be romantic — or I just might say no."

He beamed. "The only thing more romantic will be our wedding day."

And, after that night, when he came to your door with flowers, a hopeful face, and an entire speech about how much you mean to him, the whole of Avonlea practically shouted, "Finally!"

Criminal Minds / Dirk Gently

Derek -
You've known Derek since college. You didn't major in the same thing, but he and your roommate did. She introduced you.

You liked him for a while, but you never dated. He had a girlfriend. They dated for so long, everyone thought that they'd end up getting married, but she cheated on him.

By now, he's over it. He hasn't dated since, but that's just because he hasn't met anybody better than you yet.

However, he has made a new friend.

Spencer Reid. Holistic detective.

He just showed up in Derek's apartment, out of the blue and through the window. Derek quickly became involved in his case.

And, in the middle of it, you showed up at Derek's apartment, concerned as he wasn't answering of your texts or calls. Spencer was there.

Derek apologized, then introduced you to Spencer, explaining the situation. Spencer claimed you couldn't be involved; you weren't meant to be, so you left after Derek apologized for him.

As soon as you were gone, Spencer said, "If you two don't end up together, I'll be very surprised."

Derek's brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you obviously like each other. I have a feeling the 'universe' will put you together."

"When?"

"Well, I don't know."

Luke -
There was a woman halfway in his apartment, hanging out his window — on the second floor.

You can't make this stuff up.

He shouted in surprise, already assuming a defensive position at just seeing a person in his window. She looked up at him and smiled. "Hi."

His eye widened, realizing that she was insane. "Get out of my apartment."

She grimaced. "See, I can't exactly do that. I'm stuck."

"How did you even get up here?"

"The wall, obviously."

Luke sighed. "Well, I'll the call the police, and they can get you unstuck."

He went to grab the phone, but at that moment, she managed to push herself through the window and onto the floor. She squinted up at him. "I'm trying to decide whether you're a clue, an accomplice..." Her eyes widened. "Or an assistant."

"Who are you?" Luke asked. "What is this?"

"I'm Y/N Y/L/N, holistic detective," she replied. "And I have a strong feeling you've experienced some bizarre events as of late."

And, honestly, he had.

Spencer -
He was incredibly strange — probably the strangest man you'd ever met.

When he first met you, he was being chased by a crazy gang called the Rowdy 3, who carried baseball bats and crowbars. But he stopped completely when he saw you. "I don't know if you're a case, an accomplice, a clue, or an assistant."

"And I don't know who you are," you replied.

"Spencer Reid, holistic detective." At that moment, the Rowdy 3 arrived, and he grabbed your hand, pulling you away. You ran.

And you kept running. Right next to him. Sometimes towards danger, sometimes for your lives, but always in the right direction.

Along the way, you fell in love with him. But you could never actually tell him that that. He always said, "Everything is connected," and the "universe" knew where you're going. You were leaves on the stream of creation. If he didn't think he was meant to fall in love with you, he wouldn't. It was that simple.

But he did. He was just too nervous to tell you. He rationalized that the "universe" will take care of it — it would get you together. Maybe you'd tell him first. Maybe you'd tell each other at the same time. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

So, he waited. And so did you. Both hoping that, one day, it wouldn't be too late.

Dirk -
Another day, another case.

That day, you were going to New Mexico, where a string of violent murders had taken place. You were on the jet, looking over the files. Dirk, the BAU's resident genius, was sitting next to you.

"Y/L/N, Gently, I want you at the crime scene when we land," Farah said. You nodded in response.

After landing, you headed to the government-issued SUV. Dirk made a beeline for the passenger side.

"Hey!" you said.

Dirk sped up in response, and you ran to catch up with him as he shouted, "I'm not driving!"

"I'm not either!" you shouted back, grabbing onto his arm. He opened the door anyway, scrambling up into the car.

Hobbs, meanwhile, was laughing. "You're not gonna get very far if neither of you drive."

Reluctantly, you walked over to the driver's side and got in as Dirk smiled triumphantly. You started the car. "You get to drive to the police station."

"Oh, fine," he replied.

Using the GPS and the location in the file, you drove to the recent crime scene. You parked a ways away, next to the other police cars, not wanting to accidentally interfere with any evidence. You and Dirk got out, then walked over to the spot where the body was found.

He looked around at the dump site. "Well, he obviously regards his victims as trash."

"Obviously," you replied, grimacing. The body had already been removed and most of the evidence had been collected. After observing the rest of the scene and finding nothing significant, you hurried over to the passenger side of the car.

Dirk rolled his eyes, getting in the driver's side. "If I were with Hobbs, he would've driven both times without complaint."

"But you're not, Boy Genius," you replied, smirking, "and this is exactly where you want to be — you love me."

He sighed. "Yeah, yeah."

Todd -
You walked into the BAU that morning, heading for your desk. Dirk was sure you'd have a new case today. Farah hadn't said anything, though. You saw her in her private office, talking to someone on the phone.

As you set your bag next to your desk, Todd, the team's technical analyst, walked in. He smiled, "Hey, Y/N."

You smiled back. "Hey, Todd."

He was very awkward — even more so when you first met him — but it was almost charming at times. He was incredibly intelligent, too — and a huge nerd. His little office looked like a Comic-Con threw up in it, but you thought it was cute.

Honestly, you thought he was cute in general.

"Has Farah mentioned a new case to you?" you asked.

He shook his head, awkwardly putting his hands in his pockets. "Uh, no. No, nothing. By the look on her face right now, though, I'd assume so."

"Great," you replied, sitting. "I just hope it's not too far away."

"Yeah..." he trailed off. He rarely ever physically came on cases with you guys. He usually stayed at Quantico, in front of his computer system, helping you catch the bad guys. You really didn't know what you'd do without him.

And he didn't know what he'd do without you. You'd known each other for years, and he'd liked you for a long time. Hobbs knew, and he often told him to do something about it. He tried a hundred times before, but he could never bring himself to do it. Still, he tried again that morning. He cleared his throat. "Well, uh, I-I've been meaning to ask you, um..."

He paused, and you waited patiently for him to continue, but he didn't. "Yeah?"

"I-If you all get back b-by Friday, I-I was wondering if you wanted to, um..." He took a deep breath and looked up at Farah, who was about to leave her office — probably to get him to give him the case file. It was then or never, because if he got interrupted, he wouldn't be able to try again for a long time. "Do you wanna go out with me?"

You were shocked at first, but you quickly smiled. "Yeah. Yeah, I would like that."

"Great-"

"Todd," Farah said, holding up a file.

"I'll, uh, I'll text you later," he said, heading up to Farah with a smile on his face.

Doctor Who / Merlin

Nine -
He was a king. She was a servant. Can I make it anymore obvious?

Seriously, though.

It all started when he was only a prince. You were a servant to his sister, Missy, and then she became evil. She turned on Camelot.

Still, you worked in the castle, and you saw him and his servant often. You were friends. But you wanted something more. And so did he.

Of course, his father would never allow it; you were only a servant after all.

But then his father, tragically, died, and he became king. And after a period of grieving, he proposed.

He tied a cloth over your eyes so you wouldn't look. And when he took it off, you saw a room filled with candles, flower petals littering the floor. He turned to you, holding your hands, and asked, "Y/N... would you do me the honor... of becoming my wife?" You we're so overwhelmed with emotion you just hugged him as tight as you possibly could. "Is that a yes?" he asked.

You pulled back quickly. "Oh sorry, sorry — yes. Yes."

He laughed as he slipped the ring on your finger.

A few months later, you became queen, and you couldn't be happier — but not because of your new status.

Because you were with him.

Ten -
He was a knight of the Round Table, and, therefore, lived in the castle. You also lived in the castle, seeing as you were a servant.

And, for some reason, he'd taken quite a liking to you.

"Hey, Y/N!" he shouted in the middle of the knights' training.

You were coming back in from picking vegetables in the garden, and you stopped when you heard him shout at you. He waved with a dorky grin on his face. You laughed and waved back.

Then, the king — and the leader of their training — shouted at him. "John!"

He jumped a little, mouthed, 'Whoops,' at you, then turned and went back to training. You laughed even more as you walked back inside.

Immediately after training, he found you washing the vegetables in a basin in the kitchen. "Hey."

You smiled. "Hi."

"So, um, I was just, uh, wondering if you would maybe, um, like to spend the afternoon with me? Possibly?" You looked up at him to find him blushing nervously.

"While I would love nothing more," you replied sadly, "I have to work to do all afternoon."

"Well, I'm sure I could get you out of it." He leaned closer to you, stage-whispering a secret. "I am friends with the king, you know."

You raised a brow. "The same king who yelled at you earlier?"

"Yes, that's correct." You laughed, then he asked, "So? If I can get him to relieve you of your work, will you?"

You smiled at him. "Of course."

Eleven -
You were both servants in the Camelot castle, which had its ups and downs. He was a servant to the prince himself, and — judging by the way he often complained — it had more downs than ups.

But, really, he was glad to be where he was. Not only had he and the prince become (sort of) friends, but, were he not a servant, he never would've met you.

You weren't together, as neither of you would admit your feelings, but you were very good friends. You told each other everything, as a matter of fact.

Well... almost everything.

You entered the physician's quarters, seeing as he lived in a room in the back of the them because he began as an apprentice. You couldn't find him anywhere else in the castle, so you knew he would be here.

You did not know he was practicing magic when you entered.

He was reading from a spell book, his eyes were gold, and he was focusing on a plant in front of him. He was making it grow.

"John-" you started quietly.

His head snapped up, his eyes wide as they turned back to their normal shade of brown. "Y/N."

"What were you-?"

He closed the book quickly. "Nothing. I was doing... nothing."

"You're a really bad liar."

"I'm not lying-"

"You were doing magic, I saw you-"

He stood frantically, scrambling over to you and putting his hands on your shoulders. "No, no, I-"

"What, do you think I would tell someone?" you interrupted.

He stopped. "Well, I... No."

"I think it's amazing. I mean, if anything, I'm just mad that you didn't tell me."

"Well, I was afraid-"

"You don't have to be," you replied. "I'd never do anything to hurt you."

He blushed a little, smiling. "Same to you. You're... You're very important to me."

You blushed, too.

Arthur -
You met Arthur Pendragon when you called tech support, seeing as you were terrible with technology. He was very alarmed and had no idea where you got his number, but he tried to help you anyway. Then, you clicked on a WiFi network and nearly got sucked into some sort of alien network, but he saved you in time.

Then, you got yourself actually sucked into the network when you hacked into it, but he saved you again.

After that, you started going on adventures together, and it was absolutely amazing.

Aside from the fact that you had a crush on him and couldn't tell him that. Because he definitely didn't have one on you...

Probably.

"Good morning, Y/N," he said excitedly when you step into the TARDIS.

You quirked a brow at him, closing the door behind you. "It's six in the afternoon."

"Well, it's morning somewhere."

"Fair enough."

You walked up to the console — where he was — and stood next to him. "So, where are we off to today?"

He looked over at you, smiling. "I was thinking you could pick this time."

You grinned, then thought for a moment — the possibilities were endless. Finally, you got an idea. "Camelot."

"Camelot isn't real," he replied.

"'Course it is. And if anything can get us there, it's the TARDIS."

He sighed. "Not even the TARDIS can get somewhere that isn't real. But we can go back to medieval times." He flipped some switches and pressed some buttons, then pulled a lever and the TARDIS took off.

You both hung on to the console, but you lost your grip and started to fall over. With one arm, he grabbed you as you grabbed him, hanging on for dear life. When the TARDIS stopped, you were still hanging onto his coat and arm, and his other arm was still around you.

You separated awkwardly, then changed into more period-appropriate clothing. He smiled at you. "You look stunning."

You blushed. "I-"

He took your arm and hurried you out the door. "Come on, come on — adventure awaits!"

You laughed as he pushed open the door, and you stepped out into woods. You frowned. "Where's the castle? The village? Are you sure we're in the right place?"

"Yes, I-"

"Arthur?" a man with black hair asked, stepping towards you from seemingly no where. "What are you doing here? What are you wearing?"

"Who are you?" you asked, brows furrowed.

Warily, he replied, "Merlin."

You looked at Arthur. "I told you so!"

Merlin -
Living on a space ship with Arthur Pendragon was a bit difficult to say the least. But, with your husband, Merlin, and all the fun adventures you had, it was definitely worth it. Though, the more relaxed moments were much-needed.

Like that day, when you were sitting in Central Park, having a picnic with the both of them. Arthur was reading a book, while you and Merlin were sitting together. There was a light breeze, and it was mostly quiet; Arthur insisted on reading his book out loud.

"Will you stop?" you asked.

"No," he replied, then continued reading.

Merlin laughed, then stood. "I'm going to go get some more coffee." He kissed you before leaving.

You turned back to Arthur, laying back on the blanket under you. "Tell me a story."

He chuckled. "Oh, so you've changed your mind?"

He flipped to the end of the book and tore out the last page, causing you to raise a brow. "What did you do that for?"

"I hate endings," he said, then began to read again. Eventually, he got to a part where the main character, Gwen, saw a thin man appear in the street.

It seemed relatively normal until the man said, "'Oh, I was just getting coffee for Arthur and Y/N. Hello, Gwen.'"

"Hello, Dad," Gwen replied.

You both ran to the TARIDS immediately, and as Arthur was at the console, you read from the book. Gwen said you couldn't land in New York because of time distortions — it would be like trying to land a plane in a blizzard. Arthur tried anyway, and, of course, it didn't work. You ended up in a cemetery.

"Stop reading ahead," Arthur told you. "It'll make the events become fixed in time."

You listened to him, putting the book down, though it worried you. You wanted to know what was happening — or had already happened — to him. But you'd already read ahead. "Gwen and Merlin have been taken to Grayle's mansion. Gwen said something about his taste in Qin artifacts."

This gave Arthur an idea. He went back to 221 BC and left the message, "Yowzah!" on a vase, and, though a time-wimey thing you don't understand, it allowed you to land, and you exited the TARDIS and found Gwen. A Weeping Angel was holding her wrist. You knew what happened there, too.

In the book, Gwen had to break her own wrist to get free.

But then you got an idea. "If we want to know what's ahead without details or spoilers, we can read the chapter titles." You grabbed the book, and, due to one title, you figured out where Merlin was and rushed off to find him. Arthur, however, continued reading.

The last chapter was titled, "Y/N's Last Farewell."

Angrily, he threw the book down. He wouldn't let that happened. He couldn't.

What would Merlin — what would he — do without you?

Harry Potter / Marvel + Into the Spider-Verse

Draco -
He liked to make your job difficult. He was manipulative, you know that — it was in his nature. But you let him do it anyway.

On Asgard, you were a guard in the palace. You stood in front of Draco's cell and made sure he didn't try anything or escape. It seemed easy enough when you first started, but you were wrong.

He was a flirt. It was only for his own gain — and possibly to escape — but it had an effect on you anyway. Sometimes you thought that, just maybe, he meant what he said, but you really knew that wasn't true.

Still, you bonded a little. When he wasn't flirting, you just talked. About anything. There wasn't much else to do.

"Good morning, Y/N," he said, coming up to the glass that kept him inside. "It's good to see you. The night guard is terribly boring."

"Aren't you asleep during the night, anyway?" you replied.

He shrugged, walking away. "Sometimes." He sat down at his little desk and leaned back, looking up at the ceiling. "Maybe it's just the fact that I'm literally in a cell that makes my life so boring."

You snorted lightly. "Read the book your mother brought you yesterday."

"I'm tired of reading."

"Then sleep."

He smirked a little. "And then who would you talk to?"

You smirked a little, too. "Someone who isn't confined in a cell."

He laughed. "You spend too much time with me."

"Perhaps I do."

He sat up, brows furrowing. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing."

"I thought we were friends."

You turned, raising a brow at him. "Are we? I thought we were acquaintances, and you were using me simply to escape sometime in the near future."

For a moment, he looked shocked, but then it changed to hurt. "So that's what you think of me."

"Well, that's part of it. The other part is you're just bored and need someone to talk to."

"Then just go ask my mother for another assignment. If you know that I'm 'manipulating' you."

There was genuine hurt in his voice, but you knew it could all be an act. You sighed. "No."

"No?" he asked. "What do you mean, 'no'?"

"I mean, I don't want another assignment. Right now, this is the easiest job in the whole castle." And, despite your best efforts, you'd grown attached to him.

It was almost as if he knew that. He smiled. "Well, we both have our reasons."

Fred -
He was an idiot. That was very evident when you first met him in science class.

He'd walked in late. There was a movie playing, and everyone was quiet. He tried to sneak to his seat, but, of course, your teacher — Miss McGonagall — saw him. Maybe it was the red hair.

"Mr. Weasley, moving in the dark," she said, pausing the video. "You're late. Again."

He stopped, looking like a deer in headlights for a moment, but quickly recovering. "Einstein said time was relative, right? Maybe I'm not late; maybe you guys are early."

Yes — an idiot.

It was deathly silent, but you chuckled. Luckily, everyone ignored you.

Finally, Miss McGonagall said, "Would you like to keep standing there, or do you want to sit down?"

He hurried to his seat, which was next to yours. As the scientist on the screen prattled on about parallel universes, you leaned over to him. "I liked your joke."

"Really?" he whispered back.

"I mean, it wasn't funny," you replied. "That's why I laughed."

"Well, I have plenty more jokes where that came from." He winked, and you playfully rolled your eyes. He continued. "I don't think I've seen you befor-"

Miss McGonagall shushed you, then, as she walked by. You stole another glance at him, then turned back to the video.

And, then, later, the idiocy continued; he managed to get his hand stuck in your hair.

He bumped into you in the middle of hallway — literally. He was much taller than you remembered him. And more sweaty.

"Are you okay?" you asked.

"What?" he replied.

"Why are you so sweaty?"

"Oh, I, uh... well, you know me... um... I'm actually my twin brother. Anyway," he said, quickly changing the subject, "so you're new here. We got that in common."

"Yeah," you replied suspiciously, "that's one thing."

"Cool," he said. "I'm Fred."

"I'm-" you stopped yourself; you had to keep your identity a secret. "Gwen," you finished. "I am Gwen." Before he could reply, you changed the subject. "So, do you really have a twin brother?"

"Oh, yeah," he replied. "His name is George."

"That's cool," you said. "I've always wondered what it'd be like to have a twin. Are you identical? Oh, wait, never mind. You said you were him, so I guess-"

And then his hand was on your shoulder. "Hey."

"Okay... then." You cleared your throat. "I'll see you around."

It looked like he woke up from a daze. "Oh. Yeah. See you."

But when he pulled away, his hand was stuck in your hair. They had to shave part of your head.

Safe to say, you were not happy. But you knew what it meant — his stickiness, and that weird greeting that caused him to get his hand stuck in your hair in the first place.

One, he was a Spider-Person. Two, he liked you.

And one needed to be dealt with first.

George -
There was something about George Weasley that you took a liking to. Maybe it was his corny jokes or his occasional sarcastic remarks; perhaps his lopsided smile or his insanely red hair.

Whatever it was, you liked him, despite your best efforts, and there wasn't much you could do about it. Actually telling him was out of the question; he'd never like you. But getting over him? That was difficult to do. Especially after spending a lot of your time with him.

And, when your senior trip is arrived, you'd be spending nearly all of it with him. Every second of every day, save when you were all sleeping. Going to bed late, waking up early.

Not to mention the plane ride to Europe.

You were sitting next to Katie Bell, which was fine with you. But then George's friend, Oliver, came over and asked if George could switch seats with Katie because he was allergic to some girl's perfume. Well, Slughorn overheard and insisted George sit with him because "a perfume allergy is a serious thing." He changed the whole seating arrangement, and you ended up sitting with Blaise Zambini.

You'd never known George to have a perfume allergy, so you were suspicious of the whole situation, but there was not much you could do about it. Blaise was nice to you, and you could hang out with George and Oliver on the rest of the trip.

You just hoped you wouldn't fall more in love with George than you already had.

Harry -
You're not sure how you put up with him half the time. I mean, being his personal assistant was the struggle to end all struggles. He could never give you a straight answer on anything, and he was so focused on his whole Iron Man thing that he didn't pay attention to much of anything else.

Still, you managed to develop feelings for him anyway.

He made you the CEO of his company, and you thought you'd never been more shocked in your life. But then he went off the deep end.

Racing his race car in the Grand Prix, almost getting himself, you, and Charlie killed. Then, there was his birthday party. His new assistant, Ginny, whom he flirted with, was the common denominator — at least, you convinced yourself that.

Then, everything went to crap, and the people he was fighting almost killed a bunch of other people and destroyed the city. You were trying to figure things out, possibly find him, and then all of the sudden he came swooping in and flew you to a high rooftop as the building you'd been in front of exploded. Your nerves were shot.

"I'm done," you'd said. "I'm done. I'm resigning. I can't do this anymore."

"Y/N-" he started.

"No, I can't. Do have any idea how difficult it is to work with you?"

"I can't imagine."

"The amount of stress, Harry, I mean, it's like the Presidency-"

And then he kissed you, and you kissed him back.

James -
You didn't know how you ended up with such a dork — maybe it was because you had to steal something from him, and he somehow managed to worm his way into your heart.

Or, maybe, when he knocked you out, you didn't wake up quite right. You often suspect it in his worst moments.

Nevertheless, there you were, on a ship with a House Elf, a Walking Plant, and a half-Giant that's often worse than James. But you wouldn't've traded it for the world.

One day, it was just you and James in the front of the ship while the others were in the back, doing who knows what. It was quiet, though, and the view out the window was beautiful. It was nice.

But then James turned to you, pulling one headphone off of his ear. "Hey, Y/N."

You looked at him. "Yeah?"

He was grinning lazily as he held out a hand to you. "Dance with me?"

You sighed, playfully rolling your eyes as you grabbed his hand. "Do I have to?" Truthfully, you didn't really have much time to yourselves, so you might as well have seized the opportunity.

He chuckled, standing, then pulling you up. "Yes. Don't worry; it won't be absolute torture." He turned on some music.

You put your free hand on his shoulder. "I hope not."

He put his hand on your waist and you began to sway to the music. After a while, you rested your head on his shoulder, and he smiled. "See? I told you it wouldn't be so bad."

You smiled a little and mumbled, "Yeah, yeah."

Neville -
You were training the soldiers outside on the dusty ground, trucks, other equipment, and decorated soldiers walking about around you. You were decorated yourself, which wasn't a very common sight, but you certainly deserved it.

The purpose of the whole training exercise was to pick a candidate for Project Rebirth. You'd had the soldiers doing push ups. They were all doing very well — except for one.

He was in the back row, skinny as a rail, breathing hard and struggling to push himself off the ground. As you swept your eyes over the group, you paused on him. Maybe it was the determination on his face.

"Up!" you said. They all stood, practically simultaneously. After a short pause, you said, "Jumping jacks!"

They all started immediately, the dog tags around their necks bouncing. The scrawny one still struggled a lot more than the others.

Then, something was tossed amongst them, and the general shouted, "Grenade!"

They all scattered, running to safety.

All but one.

The scrawny one ran forward and threw himself over the grenade, curling up in a ball. You'd come forward, too, going to the do the same if no one else had, but only as an example as you knew it wasn't actually going to blow. The general was behind you, it came from that direction, and he was the one who shouted; he threw it, so it was a decoy of some sort.

But the man on top of it didn't know that. He looked up at you. "Get away!"

But after a few moments, everyone realized it wasn't going to blow. The man slowly sat up, looking up at you again.

"What's your name, soldier?" you asked, a brow raised.

"Neville," he replied. "Neville Longbottom." After a pause, he asked, "Is this a test?"

Yes, you thought, and you passed.

Newt -
Getting older really put a damper on being a great hero. That was a lesson Newt learned the hard way.

Not only was he simply getting too old to swing around on webs and save the city over and over again, but his him-themed restaurant failed, his aunt — his guardian for most of his life — died, and he and his wife, Tina, got divorced.

Yeah.

He pretty much stopped being Spiderman after that, and he had no idea what he was doing with his life.

That is, until a portal opened up and sucked him into another dimension.

There, he learned his counterpart was dead, and he met Fred Weasley, who knocked him out before he could learn that Fred was, basically, the next Spiderman in that universe.

Then, Angelina came along, amongst a few other Spider-beings.

But then there was you.

You were Fred's new English teacher — the only one he really connected with. You knew he was struggling with the change of schools, and you wanted to help him.

Well, you ended up meeting Newt, and it was almost as if it was love at first at sight.

"Miss Y/L/N," Fred said, eyes wide as you've just seen him, Newt, and Angelina, all in Spider-suits. "I can explain."

But you were just focused on Newt. He was focused on you, too. "H-Hi."

"Hi," you replied.

Fred looked in between the two of you. "Guys. What's happening here?"

Newt shook his head a little. "I don't know, but I think I like it."

"Aw, gross!"

Remus -
For the longest time, everyone expected you to end up with your best friend and fellow agent, Sirius Black. Little did everyone but you and Dumbledore know, he was already married and had been for a while.

Still, it was shocking when the rest of the team realized you had a thing for Remus.

It was one of the most unlikely of pairings; you were an assassin, sarcastic, and extremely good at kicking butt. He was a sweet, reserved scientist — at least until he got angry. But you fell for him anyway.

And he fell for you. You were the only one that could calm down the Other Guy down enough to get him to change back to Remus. He needed you, even though he didn't want to because he was afraid he'd hurt you. But you weren't afraid of anything.

You were at a party Harry was throwing in his home — a celebration of finally taking down all of Voldemort's network. You were behind the bar, making yourself a drink.

He walked up — and it took him a lot of courage to do so. "How did a nice girl like you wind up working in a dump like this?"

You smirked slightly, but played along. "Fella done me wrong."

"You got a lousy taste in men, kid."

"He's not so bad," you replied, shrugging. "Well, he has a temper. Deep down he's all fluff. Fact is, he's not like anybody I've ever known." You sighed. "All my friends are fighters. And here comes this guy, spends his life avoiding the fight because he knows he'll win."

Remus snorted lightly. "Sounds amazing."

"He's also a huge dork." He seemed embarrassed by this, so you smiled. "Chicks dig that." You looked up at him, leaning forward. "So what do you think — should I fight this, or run with it?"

All the smoothness of the act dropped then and there. "Run with it, right?" he asked, almost sounding panicked. "Or, did he-was he-? What did he do that was so... wrong to you?"

"Not a single thing. But never say never." And then you walked away, wondering if the flirting would ever amount to anything or if it really could never be between you.

But, as you said — never say never.

Ron -
Your relationship with Ron was... well, it started out pretty rough. First — after he and his wife divorced and he went to prison for theft — he stole the Ant-Man suit from your father's house.

A bunch of things happened after that, and, in the course of it all, you kinda, sorta fell in love with him.

Unfortunately, he soon screwed it all up by using the Ant-Man suit in an airport fight against Harry Potter and got himself arrested, then put under house arrest. You needed him again, as you figured out a way to save your mother — it's a long story — and it did take him a bit to get back into you and your father's good graces.

But he did. And, upon seeing him again, being with him, laughing at his ridiculousness, you realized you still loved him.

And he still loved you, too.

You saved your mom, and it all seemed like it was looking up. You could have — mostly — normal lives.

Well, as we all know, it didn't work out that way.

One minute, you were turning to dust, the next, some weird wizard guy was letting you, your dad, and your mom back into the land of the living to fight some giant, raisin-looking guy with a huge army of aliens.

But Ron was there, and that was all that mattered.

Sirius -
You woke up late that morning, your husband's arm around you. After breakfast with your three kids, you began washing the dishes.

Sirius came up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder. "So, what do you wanna do today?" he asked.

You sighed. "Oh, I don't know. You could go shoot arrows with the kids."

He hummed in response. "Maybe later."

You turned in his arms after drying your hands. "Then, what do you wanna do now?"

He kissed you, then said, "Netflix?"

You chuckled. "Alright, go turn it on and find a movie."

He headed off to the living room while you tossed the dish towel you just used into the laundry room. After, you picked up your phone, then stopped, seeing a breaking news story. "Honey!" you shouted. "There's a space ship over New York right now! It... It looks like a ring!"

He sighed dramatically. "I just sat down!"

You walked in the living room, remembering that he was apart of a team filled with heroes who could certainly take care of it on their own. Also, he was under house arrest. You sat down next to him. "Then don't go."

"I'm not," he said, grabbing the remote. "I am sitting right here, watching a movie, and ignoring the rest of the world."

Little did he know, it was soon going to become very hard to ignore the rest of the world.

Bruce -
He wanted to keep his 'furry little problem' a secret from everyone he could — keep it on a need to know basis — but, really, he should've thought about that before he became friends with Clint, Peter, and Quentin and started dating you. As if you weren't going to become Animagi so you could be with him when he had his monthly transformation. What friends wouldn't, honestly?

He protested when he found out, but it was already done, so he had to deal with it.

That's when the nicknames came about.

Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs, and Y/N/N. Bruce, Quentin, Clint, Peter, and you, respectively.

The day after each transformation, he would be confined to the Hospital Wing, and you would visit him every free moment.

One day, Peter was telling him what he missed at breakfast. "So, I talked to Gamora this morning, and, honestly, I really think she's starting to like me."

Bruce, amongst the rest of you, shook his head, laughing. "Peter, she is never going to like you. She made that very clear."

"Yes, she will," Peter replied, indignant. "Trust me. I mean, if you could get Y/N to like you..."

Bruce chuckled. "Yeah, I still don't know how I did that."

You rolled your eyes. "By being you. It wasn't that hard. Peter and Gamora, however, is another story."

"While I throughly enjoy hearing your banter, Mr. Quill and Miss Y/L/N, I think it best that all you hurry along and let Mr. Banner get some rest," Madame Cho butted in, a brow raised.

Obediently, you all got up, going to leave. You leaned down and kissed Bruce quickly before walking out. "I'll see you later."

He smiled. "See you later." As you were leaving, he called, "I love you."

"I love you, too," you called back, blushing.

Bucky -
He was the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, so of course you knew he would be gone by the end of the year — either innocently or because he was found out to be evil.

But he was too cute not to take the risk.

You were a professor, too — Astronomy — and, so, you ended up seeing him reasonably often. At first, he was mysterious. He didn't make much conversation and kept to himself. He almost reminded you of Darcy from Pride and Prejudice — a muggle book you were fond of (you're a Muggleborn, a fact not many of the students are aware of).

But, then, you sat next to each other at one of the Quidditch games, and you started talking to each other. He was surprisingly fun to talk to. When he became more comfortable, you bantered. You thought that, maybe, he was flirting with you a little, but you didn't want to flatter yourself or get your hopes up.

But he was. And, though he knew the curse of the DADA professor position (coupled with his closely guarded past) would probably come to haunt him, it was the first time he'd felt that way in a long time; he had to at least try.

Needless to say, he succeeded, and, after he inevitably fell victim to the "curse", you still kept in touch. He visited Hogsmeade whenever possible, and you spent your summers together.

You were fools in love.

Clint -
Clint Barton and his group of friends were well-known throughout Hogwarts. They were pranksters, using advanced magic — at least for their year — to pull their pranks off (or just to bully Yon-Rogg, which you didn't find very funny).

But they were also known for different things individually.

Peter was the sporty one — he was a Chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He was a bit cocky, too, but it didn't come off the wrong way.

Clint was much like Peter in his supposed cockiness, but it did come off the wrong way. He seemed quite full of himself, and he was a player. All the girls liked him because he was so mysterious, never talking about his home or his past. Everyone knew of his family, though — well to do, and usually Slytherin.

Bruce was more mild-mannered to everyone else's eyes, though, you later were told about his secret. Everyone at the school noticed a few odd things about him and became suspicious, but he was generally well-liked. Some were afraid, though...

Quentin was the baby. He would follow Peter around like a lost puppy, always stayed at the back of the group. He was almost pitied by some, but others were annoyed by him. You liked him well enough.

Going over it now, you've realized that they could be the spice girls, minus Ginger Spice.

Anyway, Clint, for some reason, took a liking to you, and he began flirting with you. Often. You always shoved him off with some playful, yet rejecting banter back. But he kept trying.

It almost became identical to the situation between Peter and Gamora, though Clint managed to get you to go on a date with him long before Gamora said yes to Peter.

After what seemed like months of flirting with you and only you, Clint finally sucked it up and genuinely and sincerely told you how he felt about you and asked you to go with him to Hogsmeade that Saturday.

You were so shocked that you said yes.

Really, though, you had a great time, and you ended up getting a glimpse of what he was really like on the inside, instead of the reputation he'd developed around Hogwarts.

And, needless to say, you liked what you saw.

Loki -
You were running as fast as you possibly could through the halls, seeing as you'd just set off a dung bomb in Yon-Rogg's office.

Trying to think of somewhere to hide, you sprinted into the hall where the Room of Requirement was, but saw someone already coming out of it.

Loki Laufeyson.

He closed the door as he saw you running at him, causing it to become wall again. He was startled.

You didn't have time to question what he was doing or why he looked like he'd been crying. "Yon-Rogg is coming. We have to hide."

Yes, he was coming with you; no way were you letting him rat you out.

You grabbed his hand and hurriedly walked in front of the wall three times before a door appeared. You opened it and pull Loki inside.

It was a broom closet.

It was cramped, but it would have to do.

Loki looked at you with wide eyes, still so shocked by the past minute that he had no idea what was going on. "What?" he whispered.

You sighed. "I set off a dungbomb in Yon-Rogg's office, and he's been chasing me through the halls."

He nodded in understanding, and you were surprised he wasn't threatening to run out of there and alert Yon-Rogg to your presence. He was a Slyterin after all, with a reputation for being one of Yon-Rogg's favorites. There was also the rumor that his parents were members of the Black Order.

You were both quiet for a while, listening for Yon-Rogg's footsteps as he caught his breath. You looked up at him, seeing his eyes were red and remembered what you briefly noticed before.

"So, uh... what brings you to the Room of Requirement?" you whispered.

He raised a brow. "You."

You rolled your eyes. "No, before I showed up. I saw you leaving it..."

His face fell for a moment, but then he smirked a little. "Would you believe me if I told you I set off fireworks in Strange's office?"

You laughed, though you noticed he was deliberately changing the subject. "No, I wouldn't. You're not Peter and Miles."

He chuckled. "That I'm not."

You were so confused by his abnormal behavior, you were almost tempted to believe he was someone using Polyjuice potion.

In reality, though, it was simply because he liked you. And it was a shame nothing has ever come of it — and nothing ever would.

Because he was being forced to help the Black Order kill Fury. But he didn't know how. He couldn't. He was a failure, and he'd pay for it.

So, that day, he decided to stay there and enjoy the moment with you for as long as he possibly could.

Peter P -
It was very short noticed, when he asked you to be his date at Yule Ball.

The entire time, he'd been busy getting his brother Miles and the girl he liked — Gwen Stacy — to go together. And then there was the business of his friend Sam and the girl he liked. He simply didn't have time to look for a date.

You, on the other hand, weren't really looking at all. Your friends had dates, but you knew you could hang out with them for most of the night.

In all honesty, you only had eyes for one person, but — as seen above — he wasn't looking for a date. Still, you politely rejected any offers given to you. You knew you would just think about him the whole night, which wouldn't be fair to whoever your date was. Plus, you had one small hope that, maybe, he would eventually ask you to be his date.

Well, he never did. So, you got ready and went with your friends, who waited with you patiently while the Champions danced in the middle of the room first. Then, when everyone else was allowed to dance, they went with their dates, and you waited for them on the side.

Peter was doing likewise, as he never thought to ask anyone and, therefore, came without someone.

Well, that was only partly true; he thought of asking someone once — you — but he figured you would reject him, so he dismissed the thought.

But then, at the ball, he saw you standing there by yourself, and thought that, maybe, he had a chance. So, he walked over. "Hey, Y/N."

You looked over at him. "Oh, hey, Peter." You subtly looked around for his date, but found no one.

"So, I..." he started nervously. "I noticed that you, uh, aren't dancing."

You raised a brow him, thinking that you might've known what he was leading up to. "No. I, um, I don't have a date to dance with, so..."

"I don't either," he admitted. "So... I was wondering if... you would want to dance with me?"

He looked so cute — so hopeful, standing there, blushing profusely. He was smiling just a little bit.

You smiled wider and held out your hand for him to take. "I would love to."

Very short notice, indeed...

Peter Q -
For some reason, Peter Quill simply refused to leave you alone.

He flirted with you constantly, his lazy smirk on his lips. You just rolled your eyes and sent a snarky remark back, causing his other friends to laugh at him.

At first, you didn't like him — or his other friends — because he bullied your friend, Yon-Rogg. But then Yon-Rogg turned out to be a jerk, and, a little while later, Peter and friends started leaving him alone.

Then, it was just because you were stubborn and didn't want to cave, and it'd gone on for so long the same way that it would almost be unlawful to change it. But, then, he became more sincere, showing less of a smirk, and actually talked to you alone. You quickly realized that it wasn't a game or anything like that to him. He really liked you.

So, you gave him a chance, and you found that, actually, you really liked him, too.

"I had a nice time," he said politely after your first date.

You chuckled a little at him. "I did, too."

He seemed happy at that, but it was almost as if he didn't want to let his hopes get too high. "Really?"

You nodded. "Yes, I did."

"So... So you would want to go out again?"

"Yes, I would."

He didn't even wait for you to leave to fist pump the air. "Yes."

Sam -
That morning, you entered the Great Hall with the rest of the your team, searching for Sam at his table. When you spotted him, you made your way over. He smiled when he saw you. "Hey, babe. You're gonna win today, right?"

You shrugged a little. "If my lucky charm is announcing, then of course I will."

"It's a date," he replied.

You kissed him, then sat down to eat with your Quidditch teammates, watching as Peter and Miles teased him over you, despite the fact that you'd been dating for over a year.

You rolled your eyes at their antics and ate, soon after making your way to the Quidditch pitch.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GIRLS, VARIOUS MAGICAL CREATURES, ARE YOU READY... TO WATCH... SOME QUDDITCH?!" Sam's magically projected voice rung through the pitch. The crowd cheered. He reminded everyone of the teams playing — as if he needed to — and announced the players' names. When he got to you, he said, "THEN, THE BEAUTIFUL, AMAZING CHASER NUMBER THREE — MY GIRLFRIEND, BY THE WAY — Y/N Y/L/N!"

During the game, you and your fellow Chaser worked as a team, making score after score. Sam, at certain points, had trouble keeping up. "AND MY GIRLFRIEND Y/L/N HAS THE QUAFF- ANOTHER SCORE FOR Y/H! WHY AM I NOT SURPRISED?! JUST LOOK AT HER GO, SHE'S AMAZING!"

Throughout the game, Professor Carter reminded him multiple times that he didn't have to mention that you were his girlfriend every time he talked about you. But, still, he did.

(And you won, of course.)

Scott -
If you were honest, you liked him from the start — even though it was a rocky one. It took him much longer to realize that he liked you, which caused a difficult fourth year for the both of you.

But, when he was poisoned, his girlfriend — that you were so jealous of — ran into the hospital wing, where you and a few others were sitting with him. She didn't like you, either, and, in the midst of your argument with her, he started to wake up.

And the first name he said was yours.

From there, it was just a matter of time before you finally got together — or so it seemed.

Tensions rose, you, Tony, and Scott all preparing to fight the Black Order and Thanos. The stress — and the stones you had to find to keep them from him — got to you all. You ended up fighting, and he left.

But then he came back, and when he saw you, all he said was, "Hey."

You were insanely angry at him, some of it fueled by worry. Both he and Tony were afraid of your wrath in that moment, but he apologized, and you slowly calmed.

But it didn't happen until much later, back at Hogwarts, when you and he went to find the last stone and destroy it, in the Chamber of Secrets under Hogwarts.

He set the stone on the ground in between you. "You do it."

"I can't."

He shook his head. "Yes, you can."

So, you did.

Water erupted, then, threatening to drown you both, and he grabbed your hand and you ran. Then, the water receded, leaving you both drenched. And once you were safe, it was as if you were reading each other's minds — as if it was planned.

You turned and kissed each other.

Steve -
He was stupid.

Like really stupid.

In your classes, he was perfectly fine. He struggled a little in Transfiguration, but other than that, he made good marks — especially in Herbology.

But, common sense wise — self preservation wise — he was stupid.

He was bullied, and he (verbally and physically) fought his bullies, even if that bully was a Professor. He didn't know how to walk away, to let it go. That's what made him such a Gryffindor, even though he was so loyal and kind that he could be a Hufflepuff.

You were so good at finding him when he was being stupid that you could've been a Hufflepuff, too.

Once, he was fighting two Slytherins in an empty corridor, getting his butt kicked. But he kept getting back up. "I could do this all day." He swung at one of the boys, then promptly got knocked flat on his face.

"Hey!" you shouted, causing the boys to turn abruptly. "Get lost! Before I do something you'll regret." The boys rolled their eyes, but they left, and you helped Steve up. You sighed. "You know, being your best friend is really stressful sometimes."

He shrugged a little. "Sorry."

"Yeah, I'll bet. Come on; let's go get you some ice from the kitchens."

But, somehow, years later — after he nervously confessed his feelings for you and you began dating — you weren't surprised when he wielded the sword of Gryffindor and helped Tony Stark defeat Thanos.

Stephen -
You and Stephen were probably the two youngest professors in Hogwarts — he taught Charms, you taught Ancient Runes — and you were recently engaged.

The students liked the both of you reasonably well. He was the head of Ravenclaw, so the whole house liked him, and, when everyone found out you two were together, you by extension.

One year, Hogwarts brought back the Triwizard Tournament, which meant the Yule Ball was also taking place this year. Unfortunately, none of the students had any idea how to dance properly, so you had to teach them.

Stephen, of course, had to instruct the Ravenclaws, and who better to be his lovely partner than you? So, there you were.

One hand was on your waist, the other holding your hand. Your free hand was on his shoulder, and you were  standing a respectable distance apart.

Stephen began describe the steps as you did them slowly so the students could see clearly. Then, he smirked a little, "Of course, once you've mastered that, you can move on to things that are a bit more difficult."

You began to really dance — something you'd been practicing for your first dance at your wedding. He spun you, and you moved smoothly around the floor for a minute or so. Finally, he dipped you gently, then you both stood and bowed a little as the students clapped.

"Now, partner up, and we'll just try the basics," Stephen said. He turned to you. "I think all that practice has paid off."

You chuckled. "Let's just hope you don't step on my foot again when it really counts."

He sighed. "That was one time."

You just laughed.

T'Challa -
You fell in love with him easily — how could you not? He was charming, and he had a soft side, especially when you got to know him. It was why he was sorted into Hufflepuff.

Though, he was brave. That was why he put his name in the Goblet of Fire for a chance to be a Triwizard Champion.

You didn't want him to; you practically begged him not to. You were afraid he would get hurt.

But he waved off your concern. "I probably won't get chosen, anyway. You've got nothing to worry about."

But then he was chosen — and so was Tony Stark, which worried you even more as things weren't going the way they were supposed to right from the start.

You asked if he could back out of it, especially seeing as there was two Hogwarts Champions. But he wasn't sure if he could, and, even if he knew he could, he didn't want to. He was going to compete.

You worried through the first event, watching him taking the egg from that Dragon. Then, in the second one, you were apart of it. He had to save you from the lake, and, honestly, you preferred that to watching still water and worrying about him for forever.

The third one was when it went horribly wrong.

You could see nothing but the top of the maze, and you only heard occasional noises, which did nothing to ease your worry. Then, he and Tony both grabbed the cup, and they disappeared.

T'Challa didn't come back alive, and it ripped a hole through your heart.

Thor -
Thor was reasonably intelligent — that was indisputable. He did well in all the written areas of his classes, but there was one thing that he was wont to do that made you — his girlfriend — and his friend, Heimdall, simultaneously amused and stressed.

He simply could not help but blow things up.

In Potions, it was more understandable, as it was easy to mess up a potion and Professor Yon-Rogg was a bad teacher.

But he managed to do it in Transfiguration and Charms, too. It baffled Professors Carter and Strange — and angered Yon-Rogg — but it just kept happening. You and Heimdall tried to help him, showing him how to do the spells, closely monitoring his cauldron during Potions. But it still kept happening.

The other Gryffindors thought it was hilarious, and it became a joke — eventually the other Houses joined in on it, too, and you had to face the fact that it wasn't stopping any time soon.

"You know, sometimes I think you do it on purpose," you half joked, helping him clean up yet another exploded potion after class.

He looked over at you, remnants of the explosion scattered around his face and in his hair. "Do I look like I did it on purpose?" he joked back.

You laughed, holding up a strand of your own hair, which also had gunk in it — you were sitting next to him when it happened. "No. And I certainly don't either."

He laughed, then said, "You know, it only hit you on one side..." He took some of the gunk off the table and threw at you, hitting your clean shoulder. He smiled. "There. That's better."

Your mouth dropped open in shock, then you grabbed some gunk and threw it at him.

The next thing you knew, you were in a full-out war, turning to simple, harmless spells when you ran out of the gunk — water, things like that.

And then Yon-Rogg stormed in. "What is going on here?! You're supposed to be cleaning my classroom!"

You both had to hold in your laughter as he took points from your House(s).

Tony -
You'd had a crush on him since his first year. Of course, you moved on at some point, but that was after you wrote a poem about him in your first year — amongst other things that happened that year.

But you slowly got over your crush on him — it was mainly due to the fact that he was the Chosen One, after all — and you dated a few boys in your time at Hogwarts. But you couldn't deny that, somewhere, in the back of your mind, you still thought about him. And when you were around him, there were always a few butterflies.

You remained friends with Tony, though; he was best friends with your brother, Scott, after all. Plus, you were in the same House. And, when you were around him, you couldn't help but think that your feelings never really went away.

It took him forever to realize that he liked you. And, by then — your fifth year — he thought it was too late.

That same year, Gryffindor won the Qudditch Cup. In the common room, it was absolute pandemonium. Everyone was shouting, cheering. And then Tony walked in late, and Scott pulled him in, screaming, "We won! We won!"

You were so excited, so overwhelmed with emotion, and so, so in love with him, you ran towards him and threw your arms around him.

And then he kissed you.

"In front of the whole House?" you asked teasingly afterwords. "With three of my brothers in the room, no less."

He looked panicked at that, finding Scott's eyes first. But Scott was ecstatic, knowing how much you liked each other. Peter and Miles couldn't be found in the crowd, and since they hadn't stormed forward to either yell at or punch Tony, he assumed he was okay.

He gestured to the door, and you went out, going to wherever the world may have taken you.

Miles -
You'd played Quddtch with Miles for years — he was a Beater, along with his brother Peter, and you were a Chaser. You'd always had a small crush on him, but, then again, so had everyone else. And yet, they both stayed single. Getting everyone's hopes up.

Even yours, a little bit, considering you were close to them, though you only liked Miles that way — despite the fact that he and Peter were incredibly similar. There was just something different about him, but you couldn't quite place it.

Still, you wouldn't've minded it if he ended up with someone else.

The Yule Ball was coming up, and everyone was buzzing. You'd heard more than a few Gryffindor girls say that they wanted Peter or Miles to ask them — and still others talking about Tony Stark, though he'd had a kind of rough fourth year.

Peter, however, wasn't interested in a date; he was more concerned with helping his brother ask his.

Miles had a huge crush on this girl, and had for who knows how long. He was just going to go to the Ball alone, but Peter persuaded him to take a chance and ask her out. How was another question.

"We could- We could set off fireworks," Peter suggested. "Or you could give her a bunch of sweets. Or both."

"Or," Hope, who was sitting near them, butted in, "you could just ask her like a normal person. Whoever she is, I'm sure she'll say yes."

"Y/N Y/L/N," Peter said, causing Miles to hit him and look around for you or your friends.

But Hope just replied, "Oh, now I know she'll say yes."

So, Miles decided to take her advice, and he found you on a Saturday morning at breakfast. "Hey, Y/N."

"Hey," you said, smiling at him. "What's up?"

He was clearly nervous, though he tried to hide it. "I was just, um... I was just wondering if... if you would want to go to the, uh, the Yule Ball with me."

Somehow, you smile even brighter. "I would love to."

"Really?"

"Really."

He beamed, bid you goodbye, then ran off to tell Peter.

Peter B -
Working at MACUSA was hard enough without dumb Peter B. Parker stumbling over from England with his dumb magic case and his dumb magical creatures.

Well, the creatures weren't dumb. He was, though. And it quickly started to stress you out.

He'd set some of them loose in New York, and, if MACUSA found them, it would not be pretty. The magical laws in America were much stricter than the ones in England. Why he couldn't've lost them before he arrived was beyond you.

Nevertheless, there he was. Causing trouble and being simultaneously apologetic and sarcastic about it. It was grating on your nerves, though you had admitted to yourself that he was actually kinda cute...

But that didn't matter (did it?). Your job and his creatures were at stake, so you had to help him get all of it sorted. And, you'd done pretty well so far.

"We need to catch all your creatures," you said to him. It was night, and you were standing on a rooftop.

"There's only one still missing," he replied. "Dougal, my Demiguise."

"Dougal?" you asked, chuckling.

He frowned. "Yes, Dougal. Don't judge my naming choices." He sighed. "Look, the slight problem is... he's invisible."

The smile was wiped off your face. "Invisible?"

"Yes. Most of the time, he does, um..." He trailed off.

"How do you catch something-?"

"With immense difficulty," he interrupted.

You sighed. It was gonna be a wild ride, to say the least.

iZombie / Percy Jackson

Clive -
Life at Camp Jupiter was a rollercoaster, to put it lightly. There was lots of training — and a bit of drama sprinkled here and there — but also a lot of fun. And, surprisingly, a lot of time to spend with your boyfriend, Clive.

He was a son of Mars — and a legacy of Poseidon — and he could shape-shift into any animal.

Any animal, mythical or otherwise.

You, on the other hand, were a daughter of Pluto, and could summon metals — to put it simply, you were basically a magnet.

And you and Clive were perfect for each other.

Everyone thought so — the rest of the Seven of the Prophecy, your Camp Jupiter friends, people from Camp Jupiter who aren't your friends.

You had the most wholesome relationship ever. It was almost cliché at times, but neither of you cared. You were in love, and that was all that mattered.

Major -
You'd been through everything together. Everything.

When he first arrived at Camp Half-Blood, and he killed the Minotaur with literally no experience at all, you sat by his bedside in the infirmary. Then, you went on his first quest with him and his best friend, Grover.

Then, you had to go to his school in order to get him for the next quest — and the way back was certainly a wild ride — and then you weren't even given the quest. So, you snuck out. Then, he got turned into a Guinea Pig — it was a whole thing. And, then, your friend that had been dead for years came back to life.

Things just got crazier and crazier after that — more quests, more fighting your other friend, who wasn't really your friend anymore, and, through it all, developing a huge crush on Major. You didn't know it at the time, but he quickly started liking you, too.

Finally, once it was all over, it was his sixteenth birthday, and he was trying to tell you that he liked you. You knew that, even if he couldn't spit it out.

"You know, you're not making this easy for me," he said suddenly.

You walked up to him, wrapping your arms around him. "I will never, ever make things easy for you, Lilywhite." And then you kissed him.

It was magical, up until the other campers threw you both in the canoe lake, where Major, using his Son of Poseidon powers, created an air bubble under the water and just continued kissing you.

Your love would grow to be even stronger than Tartarus itself.

Ravi -
You could never find him in Camp Half-Blood itself, unless it was at the Dining Pavilion. And, at night, he would be in his cabin as he actually had to sleep.

But if he didn't, he would most definitely spend almost all of his time in Bunker 9, which was located in the forest.

He was the one that found and opened it, and pretty much all of Hephaestus' children started using it on a daily basis. Which was totally fine.

But, sometimes, you thought Ravi had forgotten that he had a girlfriend.

More than once, you had to go traipsing through the woods to find him after not seeing him for a couple days, except maybe at meals, where you couldn't sit with him as you weren't in the same cabin.

So, you walking into Bunker 9 looking a little ticked was a common sight for the Hephaestus kids. They just pointed you to where he was and let whatever happened next happen.

Usually, you'd ask him what he's been doing for the past who knows how long, and he'd show you, apologizing for the fact that he'd been holed up for so long. Then, you'd ultimately accept his apology and begin helping him with what he was working on as he made plans for your next date, which would be the best date that he could possibly come up with as it also served an apology.

It was a good system, he thought.

Frank -
At first, he was just a homicide detective at Seattle PD that you had to deal with, and you were an agent sent in by the FBI to solve a string of killings that had gone unsolved for some time.

Then, he became something more.

You weren't sure exactly what it was about him that drew you to him, but you did know that there was something there. You ended up working together — being together — for so long that you fell in love with him.

But then he sabotaged your case and couldn't tell you why, so you left. You went back to where you came from and tried to push him out of your mind.

But then you met him again, and he told you the truth — about zombies. It all made sense, and you realized you still loved him.

Then, you became a zombie yourself.

It was hard, but neither of you cared. He loved you too much, and he proposed anyway.

His friend, Annabeth, gave you a cure as a wedding present.

Jason -
He was a musician, and he was a suspect in a murder case when you first met him — a case you were on.

But then he told you he was a zombie and explained away all the circumstantial evidence you had against him. And, once you found the real murderer, you agreed to go on a date with him.

He liked you from the get-go. He made it pretty obvious, too. For instance, in the interrogation room before he told you everything, he asked if you had a boyfriend.

Well, you didn't. But he made sure you did after too long.

He was perfect. You could tell each other everything, and you did. And he was such a sap. You would dance in the living room when there was no music playing and have dates where you just stayed in and watched movies.

But, then, you figured out what Luke Castellan was doing, and you realized Jason was wrapped up in it — though he didn't know anything.

You planned to take out Luke, and Jason said he'd help you do it. But you choked. You weren't a killer.

So, Jason stepped up.

And you had to watch him die.

Leo -
He started out as Annabeth's coworker, then became her friend, and, eventually, he was Percy's roommate.

After you met at the police station — seeing as he and Annabeth worked at the morgue and you came to get Percy out of jail — he called you and asked you out. Annabeth convinced you to say yes.

Well, the date went well. But then you found out Annabeth was a zombie and skipped town, and it was understood that you and Leo wouldn't be going on anymore dates any time soon.

And you didn't. You ended up dating Luke Castellan, which later turned out to be the worst mistake of your life when you found out he lied to you about losing his memory and being reformed from the horrible person he used to be.

Yeah...

But you didn't immediately run back to Leo.

You were friends, yes, but you didn't date again for quite some time. Your lives were just too chaotic.

But when you finally did, you knew you were meant for each other.

Percy -
You were engaged to be married, and you were working to be a doctor. You had your whole lives ahead you — until you were invited to a coworker's boat party and your life abruptly ended.

You broke off your engagement, got a job at the morgue, and tried to live your now undead life. It hurt, especially because you couldn't tell him why you broke off the engagement, not really. You blamed it on the psychological toll the trauma of the boat party took on you. And he understood. That might be what hurt the most.

Soon enough, things got crazy, and you had to turn him into a zombie to save him. And they only got crazier from there.

Failed relationship after failed relationship took a toll on you, and his life — his love life, too — certainly didn't get any easier.

You always thought it would end with one of you — specifically, you — dead (really dead). There was only a small hope in the back of your mind that you would ever be together again, though it was futile and probably wishful thinking.

But then, somehow, you got everything you always wanted.

Sherlock / Stranger Things

John -
You were lost, and you were scared. But you were free for the first time in your life, and it felt amazing.

You found someone who helped you. He fed you, gave you a shirt to wear; it was like a dress on you.

But then the people you escaped from came, and you had to run to again. You sprinted into the woods, and you ran in the rain for your life.

Suddenly, you heard shouting. Three different voices, shouting a very strange word. "Sherlock!"

They began arguing with each other.

"Guys, I really think we should turn back!" one boy shouted.

"Seriously, Greg?! You wanna be a baby, then go home already!" another boy replied.

"I'm just being realistic, Victor!"

"No, you're just being a big sissy!"

"Ever think that Sherlock went missing because he ran into something bad, and now we're going to the exact same spot where he was last seen?! And we have no weapons or anything?!"

You got closer to them, accidentally rustling some leaves. You were curious, and you needed somewhere to go. A third boy said, "Greg, shut up."

"I'm just saying, does that seem smart to you?!" Greg shouted.

"Shut up, shut up," the third boy insisted. You moved again. He said, "Do you guys hear that?"

You moved a final time, closer — right in front of them — and the beams of their flashlights landed on you.

There was a long silence, then the third boy said, "Um... hi. I'm John."

Sherlock -
You were sat around the table in John's basement the night Sherlock disappeared. You were playing DnD, as usual.

"Something is coming," John narrated. "A shadow grows on the wall behind you, swallowing you in darkness! It is almost here."

"What is it?" you asked curiously. You didn't like not knowing things.

"What if it's the Demogorgan?" Greg asked worriedly. "Oh, geez, we're so screwed if it's the Demogorgan."

"It's not the Demogorgan," Sherlock said impatiently. He'd already figured it out.

"An army of troglodytes charge into the chamber!" John shouted, practically slamming the figure down on the table.

Sherlock smirked. "Told ya."

"Wait a minute," John said quietly, glancing at Sherlock, who rolled his eyes. John continued out of spite for Sherlock's arrogance. "Did you hear that? That sound? Boom, boom, boom! That didn't come from the troglodytes. No, that came from something else..." John slammed a figure down on the table. "The Demogorgon!"

Everyone groaned. Greg said, "We're in deep crap."

"Sherlock, your action!" John shouted.

"Fireball him!" Greg shouted at Sherlock.

He shook his head, thinking. "I'd have to roll a 13 or higher. Too risky."

"Cast a protection spell," you said.

"Fireball him!" Greg argued.

"Cast Protection!"

"The Demogorgon is tired of your silly human bickering!" John shouted. "It stomps towards you."

"Fireball him!"

"Cast Protection!"

"He roars in anger!" John shouted.

"Fireball!" Sherlock finally said, rolling the die. But they fell off the table.

By the time you found them, you, Greg, and Sherlock had to go home. Greg left first, hopping on his bike and taking off. Sherlock mourned the fact that he only rolled a seven; the Demogorgon got him. Then, you both walked out onto the driveway, where your bikes were sitting, waiting for you.

You looked over at him. "See you tomorrow?"

He smiled. He knew you liked him; it was obvious. "See you tomorrow."

And that was the last time you saw him.

Dustin -
If you could've seen his cardiogram, you would've been extremely concerned. Because, even though Will Byers had considerably lessened his workload, he'd also stressed him out to no end.

Being a consulting detective was a dangerous profession, and being a friend of one was just as risky.

"I got another murder," he said as he hurriedly put on his jacket.

"But you haven't eaten breakfast," you replied from your spot at the table, frowning.

"Murder doesn't wait for pancakes," he said. Then, he sighed. "But I wish it did."

As he slipped on his shoes, you watched him, then finally asked, "You gonna call Will?"

"When don't I these days," he replied, a smile on his face now. He grabbed his keys and kissed you before rushing out the door. "Bye! I love you!"

"Bye! I love you, too!"

Honestly, your cardiogram probably didn't look much better, as you worried about him all the time. But you trusted Will not to let anything happen to him.

You had to.

Johnathan -
Getting an interview to be Johnathan Byers' assistant was reasonably difficult; he was practically the government. He controlled nearly everything, and he worked behind the scenes.

And he had a little brother that he worried about constantly.

You soon found this out after you got the job, realizing a lot of your work involved Will Byers, the consulting detective, in some way.

But when you weren't doing that, you were organizing his appointments. And when you weren't doing that, you were developing feelings for him.

It wasn't hard to do. He was outwardly caring, and he was charming, in his own way.

And he found himself developing feelings for you, too. That, also, wasn't hard to do. He took a liking to you instantly, and then you spent a lot of time together due to your job. It got to the point that, he knew he had to do something about it. If you rejected him, it would probably be the last he saw of you, as you would likely quit.

But he had the impression that you liked him, too. So, he went for it.

"Y/N," he said, just before you left his office. "Am I free Friday evening?"

You checked. "Yes."

"Are you?"

You stopped, turning back to him. "... Yes, I believe so. Why?"

He fidgeted nervously, but he asked, "I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner with me?"

You were freaking out on the inside, but you raised a brow at him. "You know, they say workplace romances are always a bad idea."

He shrugged. "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

You smiled. "I'll put it on your schedule, then."

Lucas -
Lucas was yours and Will's best friend. As children, you all lived reasonably close to each other, and you went to school together. It was only natural that you should want to play together.

You became particularly fond of playing pirates. Will was Yellowbeard, you were Graybeard, and Lucas was Redbeard.

Will's older brother, Johnathan, mostly stayed out of your way. He was seven years older; he didn't have much interest in your little games.

But Will's little sister did. She wanted to play with you, and Will wouldn't let her. And you weren't gonna just invite her into the game if Will didn't want her to play.

Perhaps you should have. Though Will had his reasons for not wanting to play with her.

You soon found out those reasons, too. Lucas certainly did.

You never knew exactly what happened to him. He disappeared, and Will knew that his sister did it. She sang a song. You and Will thought it would lead you to Lucas, but it never did.

And, then, Will's sister tried to kill him. She set fire to the house. They took her away. And you forgot about her. Will did, too. Eventually.

You grew apart from him not long after that, and then you moved. Sometimes you wondered about Will, and, very rarely, you wondered what happened to his dog — the one you used to play with.

Redbeard.

Mike -
You met Mike at one of the lowest times of his life. He'd just lost his best friend to suicide, and he didn't know how to cope. It seemed as though his whole life was falling apart.

But you were the glue holding him together. And, so, there he was, sitting across from you at a fancy restaurant, an engagement ring in his pocket.

"You okay?" you asked, noticing how nervous he seemed.

He nodded quickly. "Me? Yeah, yeah. I'm fine."

You remembered your conversation from before you went to the bathroom. "So, what was it you wanted to ask me?"

He hesitated, then finally said. "More wine?"

"No, I'm fine with water, thanks."

"Right."

He paused again, and you prompted him. "So?"

"So... Y/N... um... Look, I know it hasn't been long — that-that we haven't known each other for a long time..." He paused again. "As you know, these last couple of years haven't been easy for me... And meeting you has been the best thing that could've possibly happened to me. So... if you'll have me, Y/N..."

And then a waiter rushed in, a wine bottle in hand. He had a French accent. "Sir, I think you'll find this vintage exceptionally to your liking." You grimaced at Mike, half laughing.

"No, not now, please," he said, almost laughing, too.

But the waiter continued. "It 'as all the qualities of the old, with some of the colour of the new. Like a gaze from a crowd of strangers, suddenly one is aware of staring into ze face of an old friend."

The waiter took off his glasses, and Mike looked up at him. "No, look, seriously, could you just-"

And then he stopped. His face fell. The waiter's accent changed. "Interesting thing, a tuxedo. Lends distinction to friends and anonymity to waiters."

Mike stood, and, by the expression on his face, you could tell something was wrong. "Mike? What is it?"

And then the waiter said, "Well, short version... not dead." And that when it clicked.

Will Byers.

Steve -
For some reason, Steve wasn't the favorite on the force. Maybe it was the reputation he'd made for himself at first, before he changed.

Whatever it was, you certainly didn't know. Because you liked him a lot.

Working together as long as you did, and with with your shared interests, something was bound to happen at some point.

He asked you out on a date, and you said yes. It was a casual thing, but, afterwards, you both wanted to go on a second date. So, you did.

And, as your relationship developed, you didn't want to make a big deal about it, especially at work. The only people at work who would've needed to know were HR, and that's the only people who did.

And, then, you both were at a crime scene which Henderson called Will Byers to.

Will took one look at the both of you. "Congratulations."

"On?" you asked, confused.

"Your relationship," he replied in front of everybody. "It's about time you two got together. You've liked each other for years."

You didn't even ask how he knew.

Will -
Frankly, you didn't know where else to go. Yours was a problem the police wouldn't help with. And hanging up flyers and waiting by the phone never really never seemed to work.

So, you entered Will Byers' apartment. He was a detective — a consulting detective, but a detective nonetheless. And he was ready for a new case.

You introduced yourself, and so did he, though he didn't need to. He gestured for you to have a seat, and as you did, you looked around. You noticed some sketches strewn about the room, though you didn't know if they were for cases or if he just liked to draw. There was a violin resting in the corner. The rest seemed very typical.

"See something you like?" he jokingly asked, and you smiled a little and shook your head. He sat forward. "Well, what is your problem?"

"My dog is missing," you replied.

He stopped, brows furrowed. His mouth opened, then closed again. He finally said, "Your... dog is missing?"

"Yes."

"I... Well, that's not typically the type of case I-"

"I know," you interrupted. "But if anyone can find my dog, it's you." You pulled out a picture and handed it to him. "That's him. His name is Alexei."

"I see."

"So, will you help me?"

He looked at the picture; it really was a cute dog. He looked back up at you; you really were a cute girl. But he solved real crimes, not stuff like this. "Usually when a dog goes missing, they find their way back home."

"Usually they do," you replied, "but my dog was taken."

He stopped. "Taken?"

"Yes. One night, he curled up in his bed and went to sleep, and so did I. I woke up the next morning and he was gone. All my doors were locked. I don't have a doggy door. Someone must've broken in and taken him."

Will thought for a moment, then nodded to himself. Your problem was becoming more interesting. And, once he decided to take your case, he looked back at you. "Well, why didn't you open with that?"

Sherlock Holmes / White Collar

Neal -
You couldn't help falling for Neal Caffrey. Despite all appearances, he made it easy.

He was... eccentric to say the least. His friend, Peter, would probably use a bit more colorful language.

You were hired by one of his enemies to get close to him, figure out his weakness so your employer could use it against him. And through it all, he became your weakness.

And you became his.

Your employer found out about that, and he used it against you.

Neal saved you, defeating the man he was after in the process. You were sitting high up on the Thames on a wooden platform.

"A storm is coming," you said. You'd heard things, saw things, and you knew it was just the beginning.

"Well..." Neal started, "we've still got a moment."

You were silent for that moment, just sitting next to each other. You sighed shakily. "Everyone has a weak spot... and he found mine."

Neal looked over at you, a brow raised in curiosity. "What was it, precisely?" You just looked at him.

And he knew.

John -
You'd worked with him for years in the FBI, and you'd always been just friends. Of course, both of you want to be more, but won't admit it due to fear of rejection. And it goes on like that for some time.

But then he finally catches Sherlock Holmes, and he becomes John's CI. So, of course, you have to work with him, too.

"Firstly, I need a laptop, a digital watch, a cell phone, a map, a big spring, and a tuna fish sandwich," Sherlock listed. He looked between you and John, who were looking at each other, then added, "Oh, and I need you two to just kiss each other already because if you don't stop stealing glances and flirting with each other with your eyes, I am going to lose it."

Both you and John blushed. John asked, "Wh-What are you talking about?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "You obviously have-" he grimaced "- romantic feelings for each other. And I am already done being in the middle of it. So, go on. Have your moment. Preferably quickly as we don't have all the time in the world."

"I think it best to wait to 'have our moment' when you're not around," you replied, causing John to chuckle.

Sherlock sighed. "Suit yourself. But stay focused on the task at hand in the meantime."

Sherlock -
John was, shockingly, fascinated by the FBI's newest — and arguably, smartest — CI, Sherlock Holmes. It was really funny to watch sometimes.

Sherlock was helping the FBI solve cases with his particular set of skills in order to finish out his sentence and become a free man again. But, really, he could be nice at times, and what he did was kinda cool.

But he annoyed you to no end.

"Well, the answer to this one is obvious," he said, tossing the case file you'd just handed him back on the desk towards you. "It was the janitor. He sold the real painting for money. Next."

"How do you know?" You and John asked simultaneously. You sound skeptical, while John sounded amazed.

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Seriously? It's entirely obvious."

"No," you said irritably, "it's not."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I keep forgetting you and I aren't on the same level of intelligence," Sherlock replied, and you knew it was as close to a compliment he was ever going to get.

"Thanks," you replied dryly, handing him another case file as you went to leave to take the one he tossed at you to Lestrade.

"You're quite welcome," he said. "But, just so you know, you really aren't that far off. And I suppose you're smarter in... other areas... than I am." He cleared his throat, then muttered, "Emotional intelligence."

You smiled, blushing slightly as you headed out the door.

Supernatural / The Good Doctor

Cas -
The new chief of surgery moved him to pathology after an "incident" with a patient. Though, you didn't think that he did anything wrong.

But, there he was, working with you, and he really didn't want to be.

It's not that he didn't like you. You were acquaintances; he would have to run up here for test results sometimes. And, once he arrived in your department, you helped him with everything.

And, through that, you grew closer. Once you got to know him, you realized you liked him, though you thought he would never like you.

Then, he got fired for demanding his job back. Ultimately, though, after saving another patient — which he brought in after the patient collapsed while going to fight him — the President of the hospital fired the chief of surgery and rehired him. So, you weren't going to be working closely with him anymore.

It disappointed you, but you resigned yourself to just accepting that you'd always only be friends.

But then, one evening, there was a knock on your door. And when you answered it, he was standing on your front step.

He had on a suit, flowers and chocolates in his hands. You could only look at him in surprise for a moment. Then, he said. "You, um... You look very nice."

You were wearing pajamas. You looked down at yourself. "Um, thank you-"

"I brought you flowers and chocolates."

"I... I see that."

"I..." he started. "I was wondering... if you would like to..." he paused for a while, trying to word his question correctly "... eat dinner?"

You stopped. You couldn't believe it. There was no way he was asking you out. He couldn't be. So, you asked, "Are you asking me out?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"On a date?"

"Yes."

You smiled. "I would love to."

He was so excited, he forgot to give you the flowers and chocolates.

Dean -
You worked together for years before you began dating. You were a trauma surgeon, while he specialized in cardiothoracic surgeries. The surgical residents went back and forth between you, and, rarely, you ended up working together.

That doesn't mean you weren't almost always around each other, though.

Some would say it was to bound to happen after Lisa broke off their engagement. You weren't so sure — until he asked you on a date.

He was very casual about it, and the date was casual, too, though his feelings for you were not. He liked you a lot — maybe too much.

But you said yes, as you liked him, too. And you both ended up having a great time, so you went on another date. Eventually, you got to the point where you were in an official relationship, but you both decided to keep it a secret, especially from people at work.

Well, you ended up telling them, and it all worked out.

Until the position for chief of surgery opened up.

Both of you were being considered, but you knew you couldn't continue the relationship when one of you was the other's boss. He called in favor of you. And then they called you.

What's that saying, again?

If you love something, then set it free?

Jack -
He was your age, and he was in a hospital bed, smiling even though he was about to undergo surgery. "Hi," he said when you and the other doctors walked in, "I'm Jack."

"I'm Dr. Dean Winchester," the doctor in front of you said. He was the only one who had already completed his residency.

"I'm Dr. Y/N Y/L/N," you said.

"I'm Dr. Castiel Novak," the third and final doctor said awkwardly.

Dean began going over everything about his surgery, his mom, Kelly, standing by his bed and getting increasingly nervous with every word.

But Jack was still smiling.

He had a nice smile, you thought. And it was remarkable how he was able to keep a sunny disposition amidst the whole situation. His surgery was risky, though it had to be done.

And, after the surgery — which went very well — his spirits seemed to soar even higher. You thought, if only for a moment, that it was the pain medication they had him on, but either way, it was adorable.

You went to check up on him often. Sometimes Dean would be with you, but he had other patients, and you always volunteered to go see how Jack was doing. Seeing him put a smile on your face, one very similar to his own.

Eventually, this led to you developing feelings for him. Which was a problem while he was still a patient. But, the day he was discharged, you didn't actually know he was until he was already halfway out the door, and you ran to meet him, managing to stop him in the parking lot.

"Jack!"

"Yeah?" he asked, smiling when he saw you.

"I... I wanted to ask you if... if you wanted to... go on a date with me?" you asked unsurely.

Somehow, he smiled wider. "I would love to."

Sam -
He was an EMT, so it was only natural that you should meet each other at some point, seeing as you were a surgical resident.

Since the beginning of your residency at St. Bonaventure, you hadn't really allowed yourself to get close to anyone — not even your fellow surgical residents. But, somehow, Sam Winchester weaseled his way in.

You'd never actually gone out on a date with him at the time of he and a few other EMTs bringing two patients in from an airport. Well, they both had a virus, and it was seemingly airborne, so the front area of the hospital was put under quarantine.

Quickly, Sam contracted the virus.

You didn't know what it was, so you didn't know how to treat him, but you did your best anyway. You spent a lot of time by his bedside, talking about your first date and where you were gonna go.

He suggested dinner, and you told him it was too typical, and he said that you were anything but.

"I was saying the date was too typical, you sap," you replied.

He smiled. "Well, maybe the virus is making me hear things." Your smile dropped, and he continued. "Because I'm pretty sure I heard you confess your undying love for me earlier."

You laughed. "Take me out on that dinner first, Sammy, and then, we'll talk."

But you didn't get to talk about the date again after that, as he suffered respiratory failure. You and Dr. Braeden did everything you could to save him, but it was too late.

He was gone.

Neil -
He'd never had any serious relationships, as he never had the chance. He was always moving from one place to the other, too quickly to make any real connections — just get in, kill the monster, and get out.

But, eventually, he and his brother Tyler found the Bunker. They found a place to go home to at the end of a hunt, instead of living motel to motel — and in the car otherwise.

And Neil, upon leaving the Bunker to go to the store in the nearby Kansas town, met you in the street, and he was mesmerized.

"Uh, hi. I-I'm Neil," he said.

You raised a brow at him, but replied, "I'm Y/N."

He didn't know what else to do but ask you on a date. So, he did — awkwardly, which wasn't usually his style. And, to his surprise, you said yes.

You thought he was cute, and, if he turned out to be a creep, you could defend yourself. Because, as he was yet to find out, you were hunter.

Well, when you found out his last name, you recognized it due to a number of incidents that he and his brother caused and/or stopped. And, when you brought them up, he dumbly asked if you were a hunter.

"Well, yeah. How else would I know about all that crap?"

He shrugged. "You could be a monster."

"If I were a monster, you would be dead by now."

"Well, stealing hearts is a very monster-ish thing to do, and you stole mine, so..."

You rolled your eyes, half-laughing at him. "You're lucky you're cute because that was awful."

Shaun -
You'd hunted on your own for a while, living out of your van and sleeping in motel rooms from time to time. It wasn't exactly a high-paying job, but somebody had to do it.

You had a few connections to other hunters, and, if you thought that you needed help, you would call them for it — and vice versa. But you were reluctant to admit that you needed it.

Well, one day, you met the Melendezes. They were notorious for saving — and sometimes nearly ending — the world. You ended up working a case together, and they offered you a place to stay, as they had an actual home. And, for some reason, you just couldn't pass it up. So, you went with them.

And, not long after, you met the angel.

And what an angel he was.

He was talking to Neil and Tyler in the kitchen one morning when you walked in and saw him. He turned to look at you, though he didn't make eye contact. "Hello."

"Hi...?" you replied.

"Y/N, this is Shaun," Neil said. "He's an angel."

"Of the Lord," Shaun added.

"Wow," you said simply. You already knew angels existed by that point. You were just a little surprised that one was standing in the kitchen. And you were a little surprised by how cute he was. You walked further in, going around him. "Well, I'm just gonna grab some breakfast here..." you trailed off, opening the fridge.

"Are you a hunter, too?" Shaun asked. Clearly Neil and Tyler had neglected to mention anything about you.

"Yeah," you replied, searching for a cup.

"So does that mean you're going to help us fight the Darkness?"

You stopped. "The what?"

Twenty One Pilots > Percy Jackson

Josh -
When he first arrived at camp, Chiron had asked you to show him around, which you readily agreed to, and something about his shy, quiet nature caused you to take a liking to him immediately.

Everyone speculated about who his godly parents was. Most thought he would be a son of Apollo — though you considered Aphrodite for a moment before remembering his godly parent was his dad; that was mostly just due to the fact that you found him very cute.

Some tentatively speculated he was a child of one of the Big Three — with more emphasis on Zeus or Poseidon.

However, when you sat together in the Dining Pavilion that night at the Hermes table (which you'd really hoped wouldn't become the permanent seating arrangements), he was claimed — and not by Apollo or anyone else that was mentioned.

He was claimed by Ares.

Everyone was surprised — especially he himself and the other Ares kids, though they welcomed him to their table immediately. He looked back at you with a nervous smile, and you nodded encouragingly amidst your shock and slight relief that he isn't a child of Hermes.

And, as time passed, you remained friends, getting closer with each passing day. Training together, hanging out whenever you could. Your cabins ended up going against each other in Capture the Flag, which caused some playful taunts between you. And, when his team won, he gloated for weeks.

But you quickly realized that he was a bit different than the other Ares kids. He was easily angered — well, irritated, though not by you — and he was particularly competitive. But he didn't like conflict — real, physical conflict — and only engaged in it when he felt it necessary. He was more protective than war-like.

Over you, namely, though not so much that it was suffocating or felt unnecessary. Also, his family — his cabin first, and the whole camp when it came down to it. You wouldn't be surprised if they made him head counselor when the position opened up again.

And it was safe to say no one else was surprised when you finally started dating.

Tyler -
Apollo was the god of so much that his kids ended up having a wide range of interests. And, typically, each kid found their own thing that they really liked — healing, archery, poetry and music, etc.

Tyler attached himself to music.

The Apollo cabin typically lead the whole camp in singing campfire songs, so he was always up there, playing whatever instrument he had — usually the ukulele — and singing to his heart's content. And everyone loved to hear his voice, so no one really complained.

He could pick up any instrument and teach himself how to play it in five minutes. And song writing was a talent of his, too — he figured out how to say so much in so few words, about anything and everything.

He wrote quite a few about you. The Aphrodite cabin liked to refer to you as his muse — in a non-Greek sense, of course. Honestly, he thought of you as his muse, too. He was head over heels for you, there was no doubt about that.

He was singing one of his songs on Zeus' Fist when you came looking for him; you hadn't seen him since breakfast.

You heard his voice through the trees and followed it, his ukulele being softly strummed in the background.

"You know... I've always been collected, calm, and chill," he sang. "And you know... I never look for conflict for the thrill, but if I'm feeling... someone stepping towards you, can't describe just what I'm feeling... for you..."

You reached him by this time, looking up at him and listening to him sing. He hadn't noticed you, and, almost without meaning to, you stood there as he finished the chorus, just taking in his voice. You wouldn't've been surprised if he were part siren.

You finally climbed to the top, and he stopped when he saw you, blushing. "Hey."

"Hi," you replied. "I love your song."

He shrugged, looking down. "You say that about all my songs."

"Because I love all your songs," you replied, sitting down next to him, your feet dangling off the edge. He blushed again, and you asked, "So who was that one about... if you don't mind my asking?"

He looked up at you, and the look in his eyes told you everything.