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In your stunned haze, you didn't have time to avert your stare as the god turned, revealing his even more familiar face. You made brief eye contact with the man causing you to curse silently. In the slim hope that he hadn't seen you, you shifted your gaze slowly, as if you were taking in your surroundings, and Loki just so happened to be a stop on that journey.

You took a sip from your flute of champagne as you noticed the intricate details of the ceiling above. You admired it for a while as if Michelangelo himself painted it.

Risking a glance at Loki's previous location, you no longer saw him, only the server who offered him hors d'oeuvres, to which he politely declined.

Before you could make a move to search for Loki further, a voice cut through your plans, "It seems you've caught my attention."

"How unfortunate for me," You responded, taking another sip from your alcoholic beverage, voice smooth and unbothered. You cut your eyes to the man, taking him in with greater detail now that he was closer.

Since you two were facing the same direction, you could only make out the side of his face, but that was enough for you. Loki was cladded in all black from his hair down to his shoes. The only difference was his distinct blue eyes, contrasting white skin, and a gold watch that adorned his wrist. He looked well, as if he was taking better care of himself.

Due to your position, if anyone were to look now, they would surely be confused. The auction's patrons would wonder if the two of you were having a conversation or simply victims of the semi-crowded room, both looking for a secluded space.

Observing enough of his appearance in the brief moment, you looked forward again, "What are you doing here?"

"I've come to say hello."

"No, what are you doing here, on Midgard, at this auction?" You clarified.

"Oh yes, that. Well, funny story," Loki chuckled lowly to himself, ducking his head down, trying to refrain from a smile. "I'm actually here to arrest you."

"You're right. That is funny," You said sarcastically before throwing your head back to finish off your drink. Deciding it best to leave the conversation there, you left Loki's side to place your now empty glass on a tray carried by a server before disappearing into the crowd.

Not soon after, you and Loki went your separate ways; the host announced that the auction would soon begin and that everyone should make their way to where it will be held. You instead headed for the bathroom, or at least that's what you told the worker who tried to guide you in the correct location of the auction room.

Once you were sure no one else would interrupt your pursuit, you made your way up a grand staircase, onto the third floor of the home, and into a hallway.

The hall was abandoned as expected, considering everyone was gathered in a room for the main event. The hall was laced with finely decorated art pieces, some dating back centuries. A wine-colored rug went the length of the corridor; it was trimmed with gold detail to match those of the cream and gold accented walls.

Many doors broke up the lengthy walls. If someone didn't know their way around the house, they would easily get lost. Luckily for you, you did extensive research before even stepping foot in the home.

You wasted no time in reaching the door that blocked you from getting what you came here for, a diadem. This diadem was said to be one of the oldest and most expensive in the world, and yet here it was behind some door that betrayed the house's aesthetic by having an electronic lock.

Leaning forward, you began to input the code but halted once you felt the presence of someone behind you.

"Can I help you with something?" You asked disingenuously, straightening your posture but not removing your gaze from the door ahead.

"Actually, yes," replied Loki, confirming that the person behind you was him, as you suspected.

"That was rhetorical," You said before finishing the code and pushing the door to the room open.

The room had dark blue walls that, like the hall, had gold embellishments that paired nicely with the light, almost white carpet below your feet. It was also dimly lit, mainly by the lights that shone upon small nooks in the walls that held lavish busts and the high-priced objects in cases around the room. The only thing missing was what you came for, the diadem.

"What have you done with it?" You questioned the god, knowing he had something to do with the missing headwear.

"I've put it away for safekeeping," Loki explained as you turned to face him, fighting hard to hide the irritation on your face. "But, I'll hand it over in exchange for a favor."

"I'd rather die than be in your debt."

"Harsh words."

"I've heard harsher," You snapped back, memories taking over your mind swiftly but leaving just as fast.

"I can help you," Loki attempted to reason, trying his best to ignore the words you just spat.

"I don't need your help."

"You do if you plan to get past the agents at every exit to this building," countered Loki.

You were shocked. You were always sure to keep a low profile when it came to things like this. Why would the government even care if you stole a few things from some overly wealthy assholes? Then you realized that those words were sometimes one and the same.

After a second of letting you process, Loki spoke up, "I'll give you the crown and help you get out of here if you do a favor for me."

You noticed he accented the 'if' when he spoke. "What's the favor?"

"We can discuss that at a later date," the god said, you detecting a touch of hesitation.

There was no guarantee to what Loki would have you agree to. You couldn't take that chance. "No deal."

"It won't be bad, trust me."

"Trust you?" You challenged Loki, daring him to remember that the last time he uttered those words to you.

Loki sighed, making a mental note to choose his words more carefully from here on out. "We don't have time for this. If I'm radio silent for too long, they're going to come in anyway."

You contemplated. Now that the government was on to you, who knows the next time you'll have an opportunity to steal again, let alone the diadem in which you came for. You sighed, "Okay."

At your response, Loki smiled. You ignored it.

"How are you going to get me past the agents?"

Loki walked towards you, but you stepped out of the way when you realized his gaze wasn't upon you but something behind you. "You're going to throw me out of the window," he said, once at the only window in the room.

"I was thinking of doing that anyway," You remarked as Loki turned to face you. "How does that help?"

"I'll project an image of you to fall with me and have it run away. The agents will be distracted, and you can go out another exit."

The thought of Loki going through a window by your hand made you smile slightly. "Okay, let's do it."

Now back at your hotel room, you sat along a provided loveseat, legs sprawled across the two cushions. You fiddled with the diadem, it sparkling in the little moonlight that entered your room from the window.

For the first time all night, you had time to think properly. You hadn't seen Loki in years. The last time you saw him, you assumed or rather hoped it would be the last given what had happened.

You'd be lying if you said the god hadn't plagued your mind during his absence, but it had grown less and less frequent. You prided yourself for ridding him from your mind, and yet here he was erasing all the progress you made in just one evening.

You cursed him and cursed yourself for letting such a small encounter affect you so heavily.

"You could've killed me, you know," came a voice ripping you from your thoughts. Loki was now in your room, though you were unsure if it was actually him or a projection of his powerful magic. He seemed to be talking about how roughly you had chucked him from the window.

You quirked your eyebrow up. "Is that not what we were going for?" You snarked back unapologetically, glancing at the man before looking back to the diadem.

Loki ignored your response, changing the subject, "I don't remember you being of the materialistic kind."

"I'm not."

"Then why all the thievery?" Loki questioned, taking you in as you examined the crown, turning it over in your hands.

"I sell things like this to someone I think is deserving of it and give the money to people who need it."

"How noble of you."

"Depends on who you ask," You sighed as you spoke, shifting to sit correctly in the loveseat—placing the headdress on the glass coffee table before you. While it was now between you and Loki, you knew that wasn't what he was after, so you did not need to worry. "What do you want?" You asked.

"I'd like to call in that favor now," Loki said shortly, getting to the point.

"Well, you don't waste any time."

"I'd like to see you again."  

Chuckling softly, you crossed your legs, "Ah, but you intend to waste mine."

"I can assure you that I won't," Loki stated, taking a step closer to where you sat. You sent him a look of warning halting him where he stood. Loki raised his hands in understanding, "I only mean to make amends."

"You had years to do that," You countered, some emotion breaking through your previously indifferent tone. You quickly composed yourself.

"Years in which I was a fool. Years that I wish I could take back, but I can't," Loki began, a hint of desperation in his voice. "I am asking for your ear now. A chance to right my wrongs, no matter how late I may be."

Loki rarely owned up to his mistakes; him admitting that he knew he should have tried to fix things long ago showed growth. However, you still weren't sure if this was enough to have him back in your life, no matter how long or short that may be.

Loki saw the uncertainty on your face, "All I ask is for one evening."

You pondered for a bit. Loki seemed to be different from the god he was before. He appeared to finally realize that the words he spoke to you broke you, affecting you to no end. You acknowledged even if you did agree to meet with him, it did not mean you had to forgive him or ever see him again past that night. Your debt would be forgiven, and you could move on with your life, move on from him.

" Fine," You sighed, regretting it almost as soon as you said it.

"Great, I'll see you then, Friday," Loki quickly voiced. He surely did this so you would not have time to retract your agreement. "It's a date," he added.

"It's not a date," You spat back, but it was too late. Loki had disappeared. Whether he heard your response or not, you weren't sure.

I guess you would find out Friday.

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A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed reading this imagine as much as I enjoyed writing it. Feel free to let me know what you guys think! Also I had a British accent the whole time I wrote this, for some reason it made the reader seem sassier. What do you guys think? Do you all read with some kind of accent or voice that isn’t your own?

Kuroo helped the child from her booster seat and then the car, taking her small hand into his significantly larger one.

"Alright, sweetheart. I'll call you for bed, okay," Your husband said once inside the building, down on one knee to be eye level with his child.

"Okay, daddy. Bye, I love you," (DN) said, grabbing her father's face with her small hands and placing a kiss on his forehead, an action she picked up from exchanges between you and your husband.

Kuroo smiled, reciprocating the action, his big hands taking up almost all of her face. "I love you too, kiddo."

As a worker took the girl to her class, Kuroo called out to her one last time, "Be good!"

"Yes, sir!" your daughter yelled back, turning around to wave her father goodbye.

Kuroo stood, ridding his suit of any dirt that may have stuck to him while he was on his knee. He was about to leave when someone spoke up to catch his attention.

"You're very good with her," said one of the workers. Kuroo often saw her when dropping off or picking up your daughter. They made small talk now and then, but he couldn't even remember the poor lady's name.

"I would hope so," Kuroo chuckled awkwardly, not sure how to respond to the supposed compliment.

The worker laughed back, almost too much in Kuroo's opinion considering the remark wasn't very funny.

"Yeah, I respect you for taking such good care of her, especially since," The woman began but was interrupted by the ringing of Kuroo's phone, a unique ringtone he had in place just for you.

As soon as he heard the tone, Kuroo didn't hear the rest of what the employee had to say. Unbeknownst to him, it was about him being a single father, which wasn't true by any means.

"Yeah, babe?" Kuroo answered, turning to leave the building, completely forgetting the previous conversation, too excited about hearing your voice.

"Bye, Mr.Kuroo!" shouted the lady, trying one last desperate attempt to get his attention.

He gave a simple wave of his hand back before leaving the building entirely.

"Who was that?" You questioned, hearing the voice even through the phone.

"One of the workers at (DN)'s school," Kuroo explained, uninterested. "How are you this morning, my love?" he asked, changing the subject to something he was actually interested in, you.

"Babe, let me tell you!" You exclaimed, getting ready to rant about your morning thus far, causing Kuroo to chuckle.

The rest of your day went off without too many more hiccups. You met Kuroo for lunch just before he left for his business trip. There you gave final goodbyes to your dismay, but you knew you would see him soon.

After work, you headed to your daughter's daycare, excited to see her cute little face again. Once there, you parked and headed inside to a front desk as Kuroo instructed.

"Hi, how are you?" asked an employee as soon as you reached the desk.

"I'm alright, and you?"

"I'm well. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Yes, I'm here to pick up (DN)," You stated using the sign-out sheet Kuroo had also instructed you to do.

"Kuroo (DN)?" The worker clarified, verifying your name after you completed the sheet.

"That's her," you smiled at the mention of her name.

"Of course, I'll get her right away."

"Thank you," you said politely to the retreating employee. As you waited, you pulled out your phone, seeing a picture from Kuroo looking bored in a meeting. Grinning to yourself, you replied with some words of encouragement.

"Are you her nanny?" asked a sudden voice. You looked up to see it was the other worker who was at the desk. You hadn't paid much attention to her since she didn't address you when you first arrived.

"I'm sorry?"

The woman asked again, "Are you (DN)'s nanny?"

"Ha no, I'm her mother," You replied, thinking it was funny that she thought so. Looking back to your phone, you were about to send a joking text to Kuroo about being the 'nanny', not finding a reason to continue the conversation.

Unfortunately for you, the woman continued it anyway, "You're her mother?" questioned the worker skeptically.

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Am I sure I'm her mother?" You asked, voice rising in volume slightly, almost appalled she would ask such a thing. The employee nodded, not daring to ask you again. "I'm pretty sure, considering I've raised her since she was born. Would you like to see her birth certificate?" You challenged.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I'm going to have to call Mr.Kuroo just to verify," said the woman picking up the phone before you could even say anything.

"Mr.Kuroo? You mean my husband."

"Your husband?"

"Yes, my husband. (DN)'s father," You simplified, hoping the words would sink into her seemingly thick skull.

"Yes, hello?" Kuroo answered the phone, confused. He had (DN)'s school saved in his phone, but they never called him before.

"Hi, Mr.Kurro, I'm sorry to bother you. I know you're a busy man," the woman said apologetically, her tone and demeanor changing as soon as Kuroo answered the phone. She even had the gall to twirl the phone cord like a lovesick teenager. It made your blood boil. "I just wanted to let you know there is a woman here claiming to be (DN)'s mother."

"That's my wife," Kuroo answered easily, knowing you were heading to the daycare straight after work. "Is there a problem?"

The worker was a bit stunned, her view of the man changing instantly, she didn't know he was married, how embarrassing. "No sir, not at all," She replied, stuttering out a bit towards the beginning.

"Good. Please refer any further calls or concerns to my wife, please," Kuroo said before immediately hanging up the phone, needing to get back to his meeting.

"Yes, sir," the employee responded despite the lack of your husband on the call.

The woman looked up to you, mouth slightly ajar as if she was about to say something, but nothing passed her lips. Before she could say anything, hopefully, apologize for her behavior (DN) made her appearance.

"Mommy!" exclaimed your daughter's voice as soon as she saw you. Leaving the grasp of the other, more likable employee, she ran towards you, wrapping her small arms around both your legs.

"Hi, sweetheart!" You exclaimed, matching the child's energy, sinking to her level to wrap her in your arms. "How was your day?" You questioned, taking the time to glare at the lady who dared to question your role in your daughter's life.

"It was great! I went outside with my friends, and we read that book that you and daddy read me at bedtime." said the girl. "I even got to point at the pictures for the rest of the class."

"That sounds lovely, baby." You said, standing up and taking your daughter's hand. "Why don't you tell me the rest on the way home?"

"Can we stop for ice cream?"

"Did you get a green sticker today?" You asked, walking towards the exit of the building.

"I got gold!" Your daughter corrected the pride evident in her voice.

"Whoa, a gold! I think that calls for extra toppings."

"Yes!"

In a sickly sweet tone, you turned back to the unkind worker and said, "You have a good day."

You spent the rest of your day spending time with your daughter. After getting ice cream, you two went to the park for a bit and then home to get her cleaned up and ready for dinner. You cooked a meal both of you enjoyed to cheer you up and keep (DN)'s spirits high, though that was rarely a problem.

At bedtime, Kuroo called as promised and listened to your daughter rave about her day. You two read her to sleep, per usual.

Now it was just you and your husband, and now you were ready to talk about the altercation at the daycare. You had filled your husband in a bit via text, but it was nothing like a good old rant.

"It was fucking ridiculous! She's my daughter!" You yelled, pacing the large room you and Kuroo shared."I shouldn't have to explain myself to her. Who does she think she is?"

"I know, darling I think she was just trying to make sure you weren't trying to abduct a child," Kuroo tried to reason to calm you down.

"Bullshit. The other worker verified me. I'm on the emergency contacts list. They have my picture!" You explained, listing off the reasons why what the worker did was disrespectful and honestly unprofessional.

"Do you know what I think it is?" You rhetorically asked.

"What's that, love?"

"I think she likes you. She was obviously flirting during that call earlier."

Kuroo, genuinely not knowing this information asked, "Was she?"

"Yes! Blatantly so. She wasn't even trying to hide it, and I was right in front of her. Me! Your wife!" You shouted, trying to piece together what the woman was thinking, but it was honestly giving you a slight headache. "Did she not see the ring on my finger? The ring on your finger? The audacity of that bit-"

"Alright, alright, hey, calm down."

"Uh, it's just so upsetting," You said, mood going from anger to dejected. "Am I not in (DN)'s life enough? Do I need to do more?"

Kuroo sat up in his chair, staring at the phone as if he could see you. He should've video called you instead. "Hey, don't talk like that; you do plenty," Kuroo said firmly. "I just so happen to be the one who drops her off and picks her up. That's just how our schedules work. We're both busy, love."

"I know. You're right," You agreed, not being able to deny how busy you two are. "Maybe I should start doing drop off or pick up," You suggested. "I'm her mother, and they need to know that."

"I'm sure they do by now," Kuroo teased. "We'll talk more about this when I get home, okay."

You groaned, realizing he wouldn't be home until the end of the week."Can't you come home now?" I need you after such a rough day."

"I wish I could. I do," Kuroo said sadly. He really did wish he could be there for you right now. He'd prefer being in bed with you over some hotel room any day. "You know I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Yeah, I know."

You two sat in silence for a bit, both of you too tired to carry out much of a conversation. However, just the knowledge that both of you were on the phone was enough.

After a while, Kuroo spoke up."Go get you some beauty sleep," he said, knowing you would need the rest. "I'll call you in the morning."

"Fine," You sighed. "I love you."

"I love you too."

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A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed reading this imagine as much as I enjoyed writing it. This was so much longer than I originally intended but I won’t complain because I love how it turned out in the end. And honestly there’s no such thing as too much Kuroo. Feel free to let me know what you guys think!

The sly comment didn't go unnoticed by the red-head. You didn't do much to conceal it, so it wasn't that hard to hear.

"There it is again," He spoke up, tossing the cloth on the counter and turning to face your back as you cleaned your hands at the sink. "What's going on? You've been off since we left the supermarket."

"It's nothing," You said, shaking out your wet hands, letting the excess water drip into the sink below. You turned around, grabbing for the cloth George had discarded only moments prior.

George intersected you, though, grabbing the cloth before you could. "Obviously, it's not," he said obnoxiously, moving the fabric out of your reach. You huffed silently at his actions and the realization of how your 'tude' was potentially ruining a great day.

"What is it? Come on; we talk to one another, don't we?" George probed, slowly handing over the drying fabric to possibly appease you and get you to explain your now sour mood.

You took the cloth in your hand, looking it over instead of into the eyes of your patient boyfriend. "Yeah," You agreed, lowly.

"So then talk to me," George almost pleaded, placing one of his large hands under your chin so that you would finally glance at him. "The silence is killing me," he added, whining a bit.

You chuckled slightly, but your face returned to its previous stoic appearance. "You were chatting up that worker."

"What worker?" George wondered, removing his hand from your face. He was genuinely confused at who you were referring to. The only place you two had visited was the market, but he was drawing a blank on who you meant.

"The one on the snack aisle!" You exclaimed, astonished that he had forgotten the exchange so quickly. That goes to show how small George saw the interaction compared to yourself."They were stocking the candies and such."

A look of realization graced George's face, and before you knew it, he began to laugh almost painfully, similar to the way he and the worker had not long ago.

"It's not funny."

"You can't seriously be jealous," George said once he had recovered from his bellowing laughter.

"I'm not jealous," You huffed, tossing the cloth in your boyfriend's direction, him easily catching it. "I'm just annoyed, is all," You added.

"And why's that?" George probed once again.

"They made you laugh, Georgie. In only the way I do," You admitted sadly.

Your tone had changed. George noticed. You were upset earlier, but at your confession, you realized how sad the simple exchange had made you. You weren't usually like this. You trusted George, and he trusted you, but something about their interaction didn't sit right with you.

As you said, it was the laughter. Of course, George laughed quite often, especially around yourself and his twin brother, but he laughed differently according to varying situations or the person. The distinction of your boyfriend's laugh is something you had picked up on early into knowing him.

Each laugh meant something different, and you had a special one. One reserved for the jokes you made with George or the things you did to make him laugh. No one until today had received that same laugh from him.

"Well, you're still right about that." He mumbled lowly to himself, "Do you want to know what made me laugh as I did?"

You nodded your head in response.

"We were laughing at you, love. Well, with you rather," George clarified. "About how happy you got when you saw those snacks you like—the ones we can never find anymore," George said, pulling you in for a much-needed hug. "You did a dance and everything," he added, chuckling, the vibrations from his chest reaching your own body.

"They are hard to find," You agreed, voice a bit muffled by your face being mushed against the red-head, but he heard you well enough.

"See, there's no need for you to worry, darling."

"I wasn't worried," You objected, the atmosphere quickly returning to it's usually happy and playful nature.

"Yeah, sure you weren't," Your boyfriend, obviously not believing you for a good reason, rolled his eyes jokingly.

"I know I'm number one in that big ole heart of yours," You said, smacking his face lightly, one of his eyes closing in response.

"Well," George tried to reject, dragging out the word in a sing-song fashion, grabbing for your wrist to stop the soft hits.

You turned away from him, heading to a cabinet to grab a bowl. Excited to bake with your boyfriend once again. "Keep this up, and I'm leaving you for Freddie."

"You wouldn't dare," George followed, wrapping his arms around you once again for a hug, this time from behind. "Besides, Freddie wouldn't know what to do with you, my love."

"I have a feeling you're right."

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A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed reading this imagine as much as I enjoyed writing it. Happy New Year! I took a quick break over the holidays but I’m back with a George Weasley imagine. Feel free to let me know what you guys think!

Not having much time to respond, you jump up as well, having no regard for the safety of Embry's head that was previously supported by you.

You tried to keep your distance from the idiot, but that quickly failed, for he had several not so human advantages over you. Even if he wasn't a shifter, you were sure it wouldn't have taken him long to reach you.

Once Paul reached you, he grabbed you, placing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

You couldn't quite see where he was taking you, but you had a sneaking suspicion once the sand went from a light gray to a darker shade from the water that previously hit it.

Slight panic began to arise within you, and you began to smack at Paul's lower back and butt. "Paul put me down. I mean it!"

"Whatever you say," Paul said sweetly, not hesitating to drop you in the water below. You now wished you had chosen better words for your requested release. Though you were sure, it would've ended in a similar if not the same result.

You emerged from the waves, already feeling the chilling air against your face and body despite the layers of clothing that formerly warmed you.

Once to your feet, you made your way to Paul. Not skipping a beat, you pushed him into the water, soaking his previously semi-dry clothing.

"Aw, come on (Y/N)," Paul said playfully once he resurfaced. You could hear the smile on his face.

"Again, you're not funny," You remarked, leaving your friend in the frosty sea as you made your way back to shore.

Once there, Embry caught your eyes. He jogged up to you with a bright smile on his face. "Aw, baby," He said, grabbing your arm to bring you in for a hug in an attempt to warm you.

"Don't baby me. You didn't help," You said, removing your arm from Embry's grasp. "I'm going to change," You huffed, trudging past your boyfriend and to your car where you thankfully had towels and spare clothing. You weren't truly upset. Just a bit annoyed that you now had to change and, of course, you were now cold.

"Need some help?" Embry offered with a cheeky smirk on his face.

You were sleeping comfortably, at least as comfortable as one could with a stuffy nose and frequent coughing fits. In short, you were under the weather. No surprise there, considering you were thrown into the ocean in the dead of winter a day ago.

"No!"

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In your half-unconscious state, you heard loud shuffling outside. You ignored it at first, presuming it was some form of animal minding their own business. But that thought became increasingly slim as the noise got closer to your window. Even more so when your window began to slide open from the force of human hands.

Though you were a bit out of it, your fight or flight kicked in. You quickly got out of bed and grabbed for a baseball bat you had in your room for these very situations.

"Who's there? I have a bat and a boyfriend who will beat your ass!" You tried to threaten despite the raspiness in your voice. As you did so, you angled the bat high, ready to swing if need be.

"You think I can take him?"

"Em? What are you doing here?" You questioned, distinguishing the voice as your boyfriend's. You lowered your bat, realizing you were no longer in danger.

"You weren't answering my text," He replied plainly, flopping onto your mess of a bed.

"So you climb through my window?" You wondered, returning the bat to its rightful place in the process.

"Uh yeah." He again replied simply. "Why weren't you answering?" Embry probed after taking your phone in his hands and noticing it was fully charged with his abundance of messages on full display.

"If you can't tell, I'm sick," You responded, outstretching your arms to showcase your disheveled appearance. "I can barely keep my eyes open."

Embry reached out to take your hands, bringing you closer to his body and, therefore, its natural heat. "You're freezing!"

"Yeah, thanks to your friend," You said, obviously referring to Paul and his yesterday antics at the beach.

"My friend? The last time I checked, you've known him longer," Embry countered, rubbing his thumbs over the back of your cold hands.

"Well, I don't claim him when he annoys me," You replied but honestly, if that were the case, you would never truly claim Paul, for he was continually annoying you. That's how you two showed your love for each other.

"Come here," Embry chuckled, bringing you down in a full embrace.

You struggled against his hold briefly, "No, I don't want you to get sick."

Embry stopped, looking at you as if you had said the dumbest thing in the world. "Seriously."

That word alone was enough convincing that you wouldn't get him sick. You knew he had heightened abilities, but you weren't sure if that translated to his immune system as well.

"Fine."

You two stayed huddled together for who knows how long. The increased yet steady beat of Embry's heart and the warmth that he naturally radiated lulled you in and out of sleep. Embry noticed every time you woke up, hearing the change in your heartbeat.

"Feeling any better?" Embry asked, noticing you had awoken briefly once again.

"Much," You answered."Tell Paul he owes me soup," You added lowly, snuggling deeper into Embry's chest.

"Will do, baby."

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A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed reading this imagine as mush as I enjoyed writing it. Returned to my roots a bit for this one considering I haven’t wrote for Twilight in a while. Check out another Embry imagine I wrote here, it’s called Explaining To Do. Feel free to let me know what you guys think!

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"What do you think of this one?" You asked Shouto, placing a shirt from your closet in front of your body. He was cross-legged on your bed, reading one of your many mangas.

You were currently getting ready for a date with Katsuki. He was vague about what you two would be doing, but he said dress comfortable yet nice. And presently, that seemed like the hardest thing in the world.

"It looks good," Shouto responded as if he had taken the time to actually look at you.

"You didn't even look idiot," You complained, chucking the shirt at your best friend, hitting him square in the face.

He removed the shirt from his face with a short chuckle and said, "Can you blame me? You've been at this for ages. Besides, you look good in anything."

"Yeah, well, I want to look great," You countered, pulling another shirt from your closet. After looking it over for a bit, you agreed it would match your bottoms and the aesthetic of the date Katsuki had briefly mentioned.

You signaled for Shouto to turn around as you changed, and of course, he complied. " I don't see why you're making such a big deal about this. Haven't you two been dating for some months now?"

"I want to look nice for him. Is that a crime?" You questioned, pulling the shirt entirely over your body. "You would understand if you weren't such a stick in the mud and started dating someone," You joked with Shouto, pinching his cheek in the process. A blush quickly reached his cheeks as he swatted your hand away, causing you to laugh.

"So I can be all lovey-dovey like you and Bakugou. No thanks," Shouto remarked, going back to the manga that was misplaced when you pinched his cheeks.

"We are not lovey-dovey," You retorted, looking yourself over in a mirror.

"Mhm," Shouto mumbled in disagreement.

You two fell into a comfortable silence as you began to put up the clothes you decided not to wear tonight. If you didn't now, you would be returning to a bed covered in clothes.

Just as you were putting up the last discarded garment, you heard a knock at your door.

"Can you get that?" You asked Shouto. He sighed lowly but obliged, placing your manga back where he found it, knowing he wouldn't be reading any more of it tonight.

Shouto opened the door, and not to his surprise; it was Bakugou. The two looked at each other with their usual expressions, with Shouto looking indifferent, and Katsuki seeming annoyed. Shouto stepped back, allowing your boyfriend into the room, closing the door behind him.

"Give me a second. Let me grab my shoes." You said, giving Katsuki a small smile, before grabbing the pair of shoes you had in mind. He nodded in response.

"Oh um, I got you these," Katsuki said nervously, pulling out a bouquet of unfortunately familiar flowers from behind his back.

Shouto acted quickly once he saw the flowers, placing himself between you and your boyfriend. Shouto used his quirk to incase Katsuki's arm that held the flowers in ice. The ice weighted your boyfriend down, causing him to fall to his knees.

"What the hell is your problem, dumbass!" Katsuki shouted, looking up to your best friend.

"Y/n's allergic to those, you idiot!" Shouto shouted back, losing the usual calmness in his voice.

The room fell silent briefly. Everyone was a bit stunned, mostly Katsuki, for he had no idea you were even allergic to anything. He broke the silence, clearing his throat before speaking, "Well, how the hell was I supposed to know that."

"I don't know, maybe because you've been dating for months," Shouto bit back before turning around to face you. "Are you okay?" he asked, looking you over.

"Yeah, I'm fine," You answered, glancing past Shouto and to your boyfriend, who met your eyes but quickly looked down to the ground."Can you leave us?" You asked Shouto.

He looked uneasy at your request. Shouto was understandably hesitant about leaving you so soon after something terrible could've happened to you.

The last time you were in contact with those flowers, you had to be sent to the hospital. Something about them caused your throat to close up, and it scared Shouto half to death. You were both so young, and since he was the one who gave you the flower, he felt responsible. From that day forward, he ensured you never encountered them, until today, of course.

Shouto looked between you and Katsuki, noticing the plead in your eyes and Katsuki's distraught nature. He huffed, unwillingly agreeing to your request for him to leave.

Shouto unthawed your boyfriend and the flowers, quickly snatching them from Katsuki's grasp before lightly them aflame, making sure they would cause you no harm.

Your friend sent you one last look before leaving your room.

Once Shouto left, you walked over to Katsuki, reaching your hand out for him to grab so that he could get to his feet. Katsuki took your hand, ensuring it wasn't the one that made contact with the harmful flowers; he kept that one in his pocket.

You reached out to grab at his face, for it was still hung in shame. "Katsuki," You started softly, but he interrupted, grabbing at your wrist before your hand could make contact with him.

"How come I don't get you as much as he does?" He questioned with anguish in his tone. "I'm your boyfriend, not him!" Katsuki shouted, more to himself than you.

Lossing your wrist from his grasp, you cupped Katsuki's face, making sure he wouldn't look away as you spoke. "Katsuki, Shouto, and I have known each other our whole lives. Of course, he knows a lot about me."

Katsuki huffed at your statement, not helping him feel better about his lack of knowledge about you, but you weren't done.

"But that doesn't mean you don't either." You reassured, "Shouto may know more about me, but that comes with time. You'll know me just as well as him before you know it."

"Besides, you know me in ways that he doesn't," You said suggestively, a smile taking hold of your face.

"Yeah?" Katsuki wondered, clearly wanting you to elaborate.

"Yeah." You comforted, kissing your boyfriend on the cheek. "You know how to hold me when I want to be held," You kissed his forehead. "You know my biggest fears and wildest dreams," You kissed his nose. "And where to kiss me."

Katsuki placed his lips on yours, tired of the light pecks you had littered across his face to dissolve his earlier frustrations. Thankfully it had work, but slight doubt still made occupancy in his mind. He wanted to get to know you more. Yeah, you had only been dating a few months, but Katsuki wanted to ensure nothing like tonight would ever happen again.

"How about we postpone our little date for another time," You suggested once you pulled away from the kiss. "You can get to know me in another way."

Katsuki smirked, obviously understanding what you were getting at. "I bet you'd like that idiot, but I wanna talk, get to know you better. We can get back to this after our date, okay."

"Okay," You agreed, not having a problem with your boyfriend's proposal.

You removed yourself from Katsuki, grabbing your phone and wallet, you return to him looking at one of his previously pocketed hand in disgust."I need to go wash my hands; some of those damn flowers are probably still on me."

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"Isn't this cute?" You questioned Kenma, taking him away from what he was doing to look at the crib, deciding not to pay much mind to what he was doing previously.

Glancing up to the phone, Kenma gave a small smile and a slight nod, showing his approval of the crib.

You smiled as well, that being all you needed before adding it to your cart of increasing items. You leaned back to your original position, ready to continue prematurely spoiling your unborn child. However, you heard Kenma mumble again, this time loud enough for you to hear, even though you were sure it wasn't meant for you once you comprehended what he said.

"And this is the button to jump," Kenma instructed, pressing the button that corresponded to the action he mentioned. As he hit the button, you noticed he looked between the TV screen and your baby bump.

"What are you on about?" You asked Kenma, causing him to jump a bit in his spot. He wasn't expecting you to hear him considering you hadn't paid much attention since he began his conversation with the fetus.

"I'm teaching kiddo the fundamentals of gaming," Kenma answered, not stopping his cycle of looking between the game and your growing stomach, demonstrating what another button but did.

"Why would they need to know that?" You wondered aloud, laughing a bit as you did so.  

Kenma quickly responded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "So when they're born, they can be ready to play."

Kenma was admittedly very excited yet nervous to start a family with you. Unless you took into account a drunk Kuroo or a sick you, Kenma didn't have to take care of anyone besides himself, let alone a helpless child.

Kenma didn't want to let you down when it came to him being a father. He had the same mindset when you two first started dating and later got married. During those moments of uncertainty and anxiousness, you were there for him, ensuring he would do fantastic in the roles presented to him.

Kenma was sure you would give him the same reassurance if he told you how he was feeling about becoming a father, and that thought alone was enough to get him through some of his challenging thoughts. Kenma knew you wouldn't want him thinking he would fail, so he tried his best to better said thinking, and it had helped, but of course, some of those thoughts remained. It was his first kid, after all.

He wants to be a great father to your baby or babies if you both decide to have more, but that's a conversation for another time.

"Correction, why would they need to know that fresh out of the womb?" You rephrased, being more specific with your question, still not understanding why Kenma was trying to teach an unborn child video games. You had to admit, though, it was adorable of him.

"It's a kill or get killed world out there, kitten," Kenma said, grabbing at your hand that was previously playing in his hair, kissing it lightly.

"And by out there, you mean in the fictional world of video games?" You inquired, playing along with your husband's foolish reasoning.

"Precisely."

"What if they don't like video games?" You asked him teasingly, returning your hand to his hair, for it was second nature at this point.

"Then I'll disown them on the spot," Kenma countered plainly, turning back to the TV screen to play more of his game.

"Kenma!" You exclaimed, grabbing a pillow next to you, playfully hitting the father of your child in the head.

Kenma, in reality, would never disown your child, especially over something as minute as sharing a hobby. He thought it would be nice, though, to share a common interest with his son or daughter, especially one he spent a lot of his time doing. It was the main reason Kenma was talking to your baby. He hoped that by mentioning gaming, it might incline your child to enjoy it once they were old enough. Well, that and he just enjoyed talking to the baby, even if it couldn't understand him quite yet.

"I'm only kidding," Kenma chuckled, rubbing his head in mock pain. "Mostly," Kenma added lowly, causing you to hit him with the pillow once again.

You giggled at Kenma's antics, falling back into the comfortable silence that was in place before your conversation took place. It was brief, though, because Kenma decided to make one last remark.

"I'll teach you the combo moves when mom's in a better mood," Kenma whispered jokingly to your baby, though you knew he would surely do so in the near future.

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A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. This was requested by an anonymous reader and I greatly appreciate it. I hope this is what you wanted! Feel free to let me know what you guys think!

"Yeah, of course. Find us a seat?" You asked. Spencer nods before walking past you towards the tables and booths that littered the small bar, answering his phone in the process.

"Reid," Spencer answered, letting Hotch know he had picked up his call and was ready to listen.

Spence quickly found a booth towards the back of the room and sat down, facing the front of the building and its door. He always felt more at ease when he could easily see who was entering the establishment, wanting to be aware of his surroundings.

From his seat, Spencer could also see the bar, and therefore you. He watched the smile on your face as you talked to the bartender like you were old friends. You two had been coming here so long he wouldn't be surprised if that were the case.

Your brief conversation with the bartender seemed to cease once they turned around and began to make You and Spencer's drinks. It didn't take them long to do so since you two typically got the same thing every time you came.

The bartender smiled at you one last time before carefully handing you the drinks. You returned the smile; however, you weren't as careful with the glasses.

You turned around and almost immediately made eyes with Spencer. You grinned, cheerfully lifting the beverages almost as if obtaining the drinks was some outstanding achievement. Spencer chuckled lightly at your silly antics; unfortunately, the happy environment didn't last long once the sound of shattered glass filled the bar.

Spencer was briefly confused; the drinks were still in your hands. Granted, they now had less liquid in them, but the glass was still intact. Your boyfriend's confusion quickly went away once he noticed the stunned look on your face as you glanced to your side, seeing an increasingly angry man. In the wake of your excitement, you hadn't noticed the man near you when you had brought your arms back down; you had hit the patron's arm, effectively knocking his drink from his grasp.

You swiftly placed your drinks on the bar before turning to the man and beginning to apologize to him profusely. "Oh my goodness, I am so sorry, I wasn't paying attention. I can pay for you another."

The man wasn't hearing any of this. He was too focused on the anger building inside of him. He looked between you and the shattered glass that previously held his beer at his feet, knowing he would soon be a sticky mess.

"You made me spill my fucking beer!" He exclaimed, fuming.

You were taken aback with his tone. You understood that he might be upset, but there was no need to shout, especially after you had apologized. "I know, and I apologize. Like I said, I can buy you another one. It's not a problem," You said calmly, not trying to escalate the situation even more than it already had.

The customer seemed to ignore your apologies completely. He stepped closer, causing you to back up into the bar, practically trapping you.

Spencer glanced with wide eyes almost mirroring yours, for they had also increased in size at the stranger's advances. "I got to go," Spencer said to Hotch, realizing he wasn't paying much attention anyway.

Your boyfriend's long legs came in handy, making his way to you in no time. Without hesitation, Spence stepped between you and the upset man, placing a hand along the man's chest, lightly moving him further away from you two.

"Hey, we'll pay for your drink." Spencer reiterated on your behalf.

"Don't put your fucking hands on me, son," The man said, his age appearing in how he spoke.

Spencer quickly analyzed him, noticing the salt and pepper hair that grew from his head and face. He also noted that the man was quite muscular for his age, which appeared to be early to mid-50s based on the wrinkles across his face, how he spoke, and the cut on his hand, which was a little over a week old. If he were younger, it would've healed by now, but it would take more time since he was older.

Spencer also inferred the man was more muscular due to his construction career, taking note of the steel-toed boot that had hints of dried cement on them. Also, since he watched the door, Spencer saw the man enter the bar from his pick-up truck in the parking lot, covered in dried mud.

"I'm not your son," Spencer corrected calmly, which only made the man more upset. As if he couldn't control his anger much longer, he took a swing at Spence, hitting him perfectly along the jaw.

The crowd shouted in an uproar, not appreciating the bar's usually calm atmosphere being disturbed by this overly aggressive man.

Spencer didn't want to fight this man. While he had the height advantage and his FBI training, the man was more muscular than him. Therefore his advantages may mean nothing if the man could get another good hit on him.

The bar was loud with protests from you, to the other patrons, and the bartender. A few men came closer, trying to restrain the man as he stepped closer, trying to punch Spencer again. He pushed those other men away, swinging for your boyfriend once again.

Fortunately, Spencer was prepared; this time, he grabbed the man's fist and quickly twisted his arm behind his back. Spencer then kicked at the man's knees, causing him to fall to them.

The angry stranger struggled in Spence's grasp for a bit before two men who tried to intervene before were able to retrieve him from the floor. He was promptly removed from the bar and banned by your friend, the bartender.

Once out of sight, you grabbed Spencer, placing him on a stool along the bar. Once sat, you examined his face, seeing how it was already red from the impact, and you would not be surprised if it further bruised to shades of yellow, purple, or black.

"Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me."

"Of course I do. You got punched in the face for me," You stated, chuckling lightly at how nonchalant Spencer was about the situation.

You noticed the bartender had brought over a handful of iced surrounded by a clean cloth. You send them a grateful smile, to which they returned before going to clean up the mess you unintentionally made.

"I'd go through worse for you. I couldn't just sit there and watch him berate you like that." Spencer hissed once you put the ice to his face, at the coldness and the slight pressure placed on his injured jaw. "He would've had to beat me to a pulp before he could lay a hand on you," Spencer added.

"You'd get beat up for me?" You wondered out loud, questioning how you got so lucky finding a boyfriend like Spencer.

"I'd get beat to smithereens."

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A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. As some may know from my other Spencer Reid imagine Omission he is my favorite from the show and the song mentioned in the summary reminded me of him. Feel free to let me know what you guys think!

“No doubt, the number one hero during your time, I’ll pass the mantel on to you, kid.”

Katsuki paused again, processing as if the baby would judge what he was saying at this very moment. He thought about the unborn child wanting to become a pro-hero like him, their father. Katsuki silently hoped the baby would be proud of his efforts to make the world a better place. Not only that but hoped that the child would be proud to call him their father.

“I bet your quirk will be awesome, like mine or your mom’s,” Katsuki smirked. “I think mine is better but don’t tell her that okay.” He chuckled to himself, thinking about how you would be rolling your eyes at his comment if you were awake.

“I’d still love you regardless of your quirk, hell, even if you didn’t have one,” Your husband added, reassuring your unborn and therefore oblivious child.

“Look at me being such a loser. I fucking love you, and I haven’t even met you yet.”

Another pause filled the air, this one longer. On the topic of quirks, Katsuki began to wonder what other aspects your child would have. Would it have your sense of humor? What about his fiery red eyes? Or maybe your smile. Katsuki just hoped the kid wouldn’t have his temper; he wasn’t sure if either of you could handle that. Only time would tell.

Katsuki smiled once again, knowing you both would love your child despite any of this. Then he realized something.

“Oh god, you’re going to be so spoiled,” Katsuki grumbled, raking his hand through his hair in frustration. “You better not become some brat,” he added, turning on his side and poking your stomach lightly, seemingly trying to intimidate your unborn child.  

Katsuki’s finger didn’t stay on your stomach long for your baby had other ideas. The child pushed it’s father finger away, either with its hands or feet.

“Hey, watch it!” Katsuki exclaimed, seeing your child’s response to his touch and fake threat as an insult.

While he didn’t intend to wake you when the night began, Katsuki being Katsuki, did anyway.

“Babe, what are you doing?” You questioned, not being bothered to move much or even open your eyes for that matter. Again you were used to Katsuki’s outburst. You were unfazed.

“I’m talking to our kid. What’s it look like I’m doing, idiot?” Considering you had yet to look at the man, you opened your eyes, not expecting to see your husband face to face with your growing stomach.

His hair in its usual fashion went every which way but in an oddly tamed manner. You couldn’t make out much of his face for the lack of light in the room, but his natural red eyes shined through. They were tired in appearance but held a special glint to them. You couldn’t make out if it was from the moon breaking through your window or if it was more internal. Either way, your husband was beautiful in every sense of the word.

“I read that it should be able to hear me by now,” Katsuki commented, returning to his calm state as he rubs the place where your baby had retaliated to his attack. Katsuki wanted to calm the baby as well.

Taking note that he had been doing his research, obviously excited yet nervous about becoming a father, you smiled. However, you didn’t push the subject, instead commenting on something else he had said, “Why do you insist on calling our baby it?”

“Because you insist on not knowing the sex until birth,” Katsuki rebutted.

“Fair point.”

“I know,” Katsuki stated shortly as he came up to peck your forehead and then lips.“Now go back to sleep.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice. You situated yourself back to a comfortable position before slowly falling back asleep, but not before hearing Katsuki say, “Anyway, like I was saying,” bringing a smile to your face.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this imagine as much as I enjoyed writing it. I’m a pretty big anime fan and one of my loves is My Hero. I recently got done watching Death Note which I recommend. Are there any animes you think I should check out? I think next on my list will be Banana Fish or Haikyuu! Check out this other Bakugou imagine I wrote called Know You. Anyway please let me know what you guys think!

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A few hours had passed since you left the Hargreeves residence. In that time, you made yourself do random tasks to keep your mind off the adventure you'd be missing. You even succumbed to doing your homework despite it being the weekend.

As you finished up the last of it, you heard a small thud coming from your window. You ignored it, not thinking much of the noise, but then you heard it again and again.

Deciding to check out the repeated sound, you went to your window only to see your boyfriend. A smile quickly appeared on your face. Five smiled as well as he tossed another pebble at your window.

"You're literally throwing rocks at my window," You said with humor once you finally opened the thing separating you and Five.

"Romantic aren't I," Five commented, dramatically outstretching his arms and raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah, sure." You replied sarcastically, causing Five to smile even more. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm busting you out," Five explained spatial jumping into your room. It made you jump in surprise a bit, for Five was previously in front of you but now behind.

"What about my parents?"

"They've been asleep for a while now," Five reassured, shoving his hands in his pocket with a half-cocked smile.

"How long have you been out there?" You wondered out loud, not even realizing your parents had already called it a night.

"Long enough, now come on."

You hesitated, glancing between your bedroom door, Five, and the window. It didn't take you long to make up your mind. "Fine," You said, quickly slipping on a pair of shoes.

You looked to Five ready to try and sneak your way past your hopefully sleeping parents and out of the house. However, Five had other ideas. He outstretched his arm to you, even though you were confused at first you took it.

"Hold on," Your boyfriend instructed, lapping his hand over the one you had placed on his bicep.

Before you knew it, you had gone from your bedroom to your front yard in seemingly no time. Your stomach instantly churned, your body obviously not use to the sensation.

"I think I'm going to be sick," You said dramatically, reaching for your stomach, releasing the tight grip you had on your boyfriend.

"Save it for the doughnuts," Five quipped back, taking hold of your hand and whisking you away from your front yard.

You two hadn't gotten far, maybe to the end of the street when you realized something.

"Oh shit, I forgot to grab my wallet. Can you take me back?" You asked Five, stopping him from walking any further.

"Our dad's a billionaire I think money is the least of your problems," said a sudden voice as an arm wrapped around your shoulder.

You looked over and saw that the rest of the Hargreeves siblings stood there, waiting for you and Five. The arm that was now rested upon yours was Diego's. However, it was speedily removed thanks to Five moving you just out of Diego's reach, eyes squinted.

Ignoring your boyfriend's actions, you asked aloud, chuckling, "What's the most?"

"Deciding what donuts your gonna get," Ben said with a smile before walking in front of everyone else, signaling the start of the late-night journey.

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The trip to the doughnut shop was quick. It was called Griddy's Doughnuts. You remember Five and the others mentioning the place in passing, but this was the first time you would be joining them, and you were excited.

You all entered the shop, it appearing more like a diner. The joint was lively, but not too much for a Saturday night. Soft music played from a jukebox, and patrons chatted among themselves. You got lost in the atmosphere for a bit before felling a tug at your waist. Five was directing you in the direction his siblings had walked off to in your temporary absence.

It was a small spot by the windows. The siblings had already moved two tables together as if it was second nature to them. All eight of you sat down in no particular way. You ended up sitting between Five and Vanya and across from Allison.

Not long after you all sat down, a waitress came over; she seemed nice enough; you didn't catch her name though. You were already too engrossed in a conversation with Ben about a book you had recently finished.

You realized Luther had requested the waitress bring an array of doughnuts to the table, not really caring about the flavors. Despite the large number of doughnuts, Luther had ordered, the waitress was not surprised; she was used to the Hargreeves.

Conversations followed, along with doughnuts and laughter. You had never heard so much from the siblings despite knowing them for so long and dating Five for quite a while. You were having the time of your life. It was nice to spend time with your close friends and boyfriend, especially without them at each other's necks. Well mostly.

"So who's going to be the first to puke?" Diego questioned, slinging his arm across the back of Ben's chair.

"Vanya," almost everyone besides yourself said in unison.

"What? No. Don't act like you guys haven't before," Vanya objected, setting the doughnut she had in her hand down.

"Yeah, but Vanya, it's usually you," pointed out Luther.

"Maybe it'll be Five," said Vanya.

"Yeah, right, I've never -," Five began but was interrupted before he could finish his rebuttal.

"Yes, you did. Remember last year when you -," Ben started, but like Five was also interrupted.

"That was one time!" Five shouted, not letting Ben finish his story. You would be sure to ask one of them about it later.

"He's just trying to act cool because (Y/N)'s here," Diego remarked, smirking.

"Oh, I'm not acting asshole."

"Maybe it'll be (Y/N)," Allison interjected, trying to stop her two brothers from arguing any further.

"No way, my baby's tough," stated Five as he tightened the grip of the arm he had around your shoulders.

"Get a room, you two," Luther said, rolling his eyes jokingly.

"Oh, we will," Five challenged, squinting his eyes at his brother.

"I think it'll be Klaus. I mean, look how green he is," like Allison, you changed the target, blushing at Five's statement.

"I'm always this green," Klaus tried to deflect once he heard his name get thrown into the debate.

"Yeah, uh-huh." You said, clearly not believing your friend.

The discussion continued for a bit longer, everyone having their own opinions. You stuck with your guess of Klaus, Vanya agreeing with you. Allison and Diego voted for you since you were the newbie, and everyone else voted for Vanya. After a little more than an hour of banter, you all decided to leave.

Quicker than you all had thought, you got your answers to the puking debate. You and Vanya had won. Klaus rid his guts of the many doughnuts he had consumed in the past three or so hours, causing everyone to look away in disgust.

You said goodbye to all your friends as you and Five left for your home, you only gave Klaus an air hug for safe measures.

The walk at first was quiet; you both content with the silence as you walked hand in hand. A smile was placed upon your lips; it hadn't left since you entered the shop. Five noticed the whole time, and it made him happy.

"I'm guessing you had fun," said Five, interrupting the silence.

"You would be correct," You replied, the smile growing even wider if that was possible.

"I'm glad."

"Thank you for busting me out," You joked, referring back to the words he had used a few hours ago.

"It was my pleasure," Five responded, bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing it softly.

Unfortunately, you had reached your home too soon for your liking. You wanted to spend more time with your friends and Five. They brought much happiness to your life, especially today. You knew you would see them again, hopefully soon, but you knew today would hold a special place in your heart.

Five jumped you and him back up to your room, much like how the night began. Your stomach churned again, but you were a bit more prepared for it, so it wasn't as bad.

"How'd you do that?" You questioned Five realizing you hadn't earlier in the night. Tonight was the first time you had seen him teleport with someone else.

"A little trick I've been working on thought it'd come in handy," Five smirked.

"Handy as in sneaking me out of my house?" You asked, already knowing the answer.

"Exactly."

"We'll have to use it more often then," You smiled, tugging at the tie he was wearing and bringing him in for a kiss.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this imagine as much as I enjoyed writing it. I finished watching season two about a week ago and I have been wanted to write a Five imagine, him being my favorite character. Who is your favorite Umbrella Academy Character? Anyway please let me know what you guys think!

You scanned over the pitch, looking for any traces of the small golden object.

As you were about to set your eyes on another part of the pitch, you caught a glimpse of something shiny, the golden snitch. The clouds had made it harder to find, but thanks to the sun breaking through them, its rays reflected off the fast-flying object.

You quickly flew in the direction of the snitch, knowing it would soon move positions, especially as you got closer.

The match continued in the background, but you were now laser-focused on the golden snitch. You heard cheers, though you weren't sure if it was because the crowd noticed your pursuit or if the houses had scored once again.

You reached the snitch, not close enough to grab but close enough to ensure you could follow it without losing sight of the thing. Quickly, you looked up to the scoreboard, in short enough time to read it. You had to make sure that if you caught the golden snitch now, your team would win. The score was now 150 to 100, so your team had made a small gain but still not enough to win without that snitch.

Looking back to the snitch, you noticed it hadn't moved much, but something had moved, Gryffindor's seeker Harry. He must have caught sight of the golden snitch once you made your haste to it. That or he had seen the sunbeams on it as well, which you doubted.

Taking Harry's further distance into consideration, your chances of catching the snitch was higher than his own but not guaranteed; the snitch was unpredictable.

A strategy quickly coming to mind you put it into motion. You swiftly made your way around the snitch, putting yourself between it and Harry as an extra safeguard. Then you pursued it.

The golden snitch was fast, but you were faster. You began to gain on it. However, you still weren't close enough to catch it. You took a brief moment to survey your surroundings, making sure that Harry hadn't gained much on you or the object you were chasing.

Not to your surprise, he had gained some. Harry was a fast flyer, you'd give him that, but he still had much to learn. Turning back to the goal in hand, you realized it had grown a bit closer in the few seconds you weren't looking at it.

Extending your hand out to reach for the golden snitch, it was barely out of reach, if only you had been blessed with slightly longer limbs like your boyfriend.

Shit, your boyfriend. The beaters. They would try to hit you to try to get you off the snitch's tail, given a chance. You looked past the snitch, and as you expected, Fred was there bat in hand and eyes set on an incoming bludger.

You needed to grab the snitch quickly before the bludger knocked you off track or your broom entirely.

Things began to almost move in slow motion as you looked between the snitch and your boyfriend. You wondered what would happen first, Fred hitting the bludger towards you or you catching the snitch. Quicker than you had hoped, you got your answer, hearing the audible smack of the bludger against Fred's bat.

You felt a brisk wind pass your head, enough to blow your hair in another direction slightly. You followed where it went and realized it was the bludger that Fred had just hit. Looking back to your boyfriend in shock, Fred never missed.

Deciding to act now and ask questions later, you continued your chase of the snitch.

It didn't take long for you to feel the object on your fingertips. Jolting your broom and body forward even more than before, you now had the golden snitch in your grasp.

"They did it! Gryffindor is defeated after (Y/N) (L/N) caught the snitch," Lee Jordan commented as Madam Hooch blew the whistle, effectively ending the match and announcing your house the victors.

You looked to the snitch in hand, then back up as cheers from your house and boos from the opposing range out across the pitch. You saw the Gryffindor team leave and dismount their brooms in defeat, all but your red-headed boyfriend.

Hoovering in the air for a bit, processing everything that just happened, you came to one conclusion. You had unwanted help catching the snitch and winning the match.

Your team had a quick celebration on the pitch. You all set your brooms down where you were, and they all ran to you. Your house's victory chant was all that you could hear as they lifted you in the air for a few moments. You laughed, but all you could think about was how you didn't truly earn that win, and there was only one person to blame.

You scan the pitch looking for the red-head in question, and it doesn't take you long to find him, for he was a tree among bushes. You saw him being scolded by their captain Oliver Wood. Surely, Wood had seen Fred's missed shot just before you caught the snitch; at least you weren't the only one.

Your teammates placed you back on your feet, and they all grabbed their brooms from the ground as your captain announced a celebratory party in your house's common room after dinner.

Your cheerful teammates only took moments to leave the pitch, with a few of them patting your back in gratitude and proudness. On the other hand, you stayed back, insuring you would have the entire pitch to scold your idiot of a boyfriend.

"Are you coming (L/N)?" Your captain questioned, placing a celebratory hand on your shoulder like many others.

"Uh," You hesitated, glancing over to your team, who were now passing Fred on their way to the changing rooms.

"Yeah, I'll meet you all in the changing rooms. I want to bask a bit longer at the moment," You conned, looking from the snitch in your hand to the now-empty stands.

"I understand, you did well today. We'll be taking home the quidditch cup in no time," Your captain said with a smile and one final path to your shoulder.

As your captain passed Fred, they patted him on the shoulder as well and said something along the lines of 'good game' before retreating into your house's changing room.

You rolled your eyes at the statement knowing Fred didn't play to his full potential. You once again looked to your hand, seeing the golden snitch you now felt you didn't deserve. Clutching the small golden object, you then looked up, seeing that Fred was already halfway to you, his long legs definitely helping in the matter.

Once to you, there was a silence, an uncomfortable one no less, for obvious reasons. Fred feared speaking first, and you feared hurting his handsome face considering you were debating on punching. Instead, you went for a calmer approach, at least as calm as you could be right now.

"Are you going to tell me what the fuck that was?" You interrogated softly, only adding emphasis to the swear that left your mouth.

"What do you mean?" He tried to ask in mock oblivion. However, he knew that you knew that he knew what he did.

"You know exactly what I mean," You said, glaring. "You had a clear shot and missed, you never miss."

"It wasn't clear enough; I guess I can miss sometimes. Besides, I could've hit Harry." Fred tried to reason, but you knew that wasn't true. Fred had time to think of this excuse, and yes, Harry was close, but not close enough for the bludger to hit him instead of you.

"Bullshit."

"Look, I was only trying to help," Fred said, realizing his plan to deny didn't work. He honestly wasn't surprised either, you were smart, but he thought it was worth a shot.

"I didn't ask for your help."

"I know but-," Fred began reaching out his arm to you, wanting to calm you down with his touch. Something that would surely happen if you gave him the chance.

"But nothing," You interrupted, shoving his approaching arm away from your own. "Next time you want to help, don't," You finished taking the snitch from your hand and thrusting it into your boyfriend's chest.

Fred grabbed hold of the golden snitch and your hand before you could release it. At his gesture, you looked him in the eyes, and you could see the pain within them. He hated seeing you upset, even more so, you being upset with him.

You gazed too long in his eyes; you began to feel yourself losing strength to be angry with him, but you persevered. Snatching your hand away from his but leaving the golden snitch.

"Congratulations on your win," You mumbled to the distraught red-head, picking up your long-forgotten broom, leaving the pitch and Fred to his thoughts.

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Fred stayed there for a while, not wanting to face anyone from his house, more specifically, his team. While everyone wasn't aware of his hesitation on the field like you, Wood, or even George, it still hurt to let his team down. Fred thought it was worth it, he thought he was making you happy, but in reality, he had let you down as well.

And down, you felt. As your entire house celebrated the win of today and a higher chance of winning the quidditch cup, you sat sulking in the corner. The butterbeer that was given to you when you first entered the common room, only having a few sips taken from it. In contrast, others were on their second or even third glass of the night.

The room was loud with cheers, chants, and conversations. It was much too loud for you to think, something you needed to do desperately right now.

You hedged your bets on the Astronomy Tower, being quiet and private enough to be alone and ponder, so you left your common room.

The tower was typically off-limits during times that didn't involve a lesson with Professor Sinistra, so you had high hopes you would be alone. Unfortunately, you realized that wasn't the case once you reach the said tower. Inside stood a tall red-headed Weasley, your tall red-headed Weasley. You let out a quiet sigh before joining him on the railing he decided to trust his body weight with, leaning on it.

Fred noticed you the moment you stepped onto the tower. He didn't have to see you to know it was you. It wasn't often that people came up here alone. Usually, it was couples trying to sneak away to make out or have private time, you and Fred included. So, to know only one set of footsteps pattered the floor, he was almost positive it was you. Fred's guess was proven once you stood next to him, not enough to touch you but enough to feel your presence.

You both stayed silent, looking across the night sky. It was still cloudy out, so not much could be seen, but the moon could not be ignored for it was big and bright.

Enough time passed that it gave you the time you needed to think and consult your inner thoughts. You realized you understood where Fred was coming from, but that didn't mean what he did was right.

Fred had known this. Once he realized the impact his decision had on you, his team, and his house, he knew he was wrong, and he needed to make it right. Your boyfriend had been practicing his apology for some time now.

See, Fred had time to think from his time at the pitch and the astronomy tower. He even skipped dinner, something you had noticed as you picked at your own plate, not taking any more than three bites.

Unlike Fred, who was left to his own devices, you were sucked into your house's celebrations. This being the first time you were left alone to your thoughts.

"Are you ever going to speak to me again?" Fred questioned, not taking his gaze away from the beautiful night sky.

"I'm still debating," You responded with a hint of humor in your voice, a good sign in Fred's opinion.

"Funny," Fred replied with a short chuckle. Fred turned to you, taking your hands from the rail and to his own.

"I am sorry, truly. If I would've known me helping you," Fred paused to correct himself. "Or what I thought was helping you would lead to so many issues I would've never done it."

"I know. While I will always appreciate your help, sometimes it's not necessary, Freddy. I just want you to understand that I can handle things on my own," You explained. "Besides, I've kicked your ass in quidditch without your assistance plenty of times," You added, chuckling.

"What's your definition of 'plenty of times' ?" Fred questioned, placing his forehead against yours, smiling none the less.

Fred's smile being contagious brought a smile to your face as well, and you responded, "Well, there was that time when I made you hit yourself with your own bat, and then again the next year, oh, and let's not forget this summer at The Burrow when you..."

Fred cut you off, "Alright, alright, you've made your point love."

He brought you in more, tugging at your arms until there was little space between you two. Bringing his face closer, Fred placed a kiss to your lips, nothing you weren't used to, but it felt especially nice after the misunderstanding you two just recovered from.

After a few seconds, you both part.

"Just know that if you ever pull something like that again, I'll beat you with a bludger myself, Freddy, " You jokingly threatened, pointing a jokingly stern finger at your boyfriend.

"I will keep that in mind," Fred laughed, slowly moving your finger from his face and back to his hand. He went for your lips again, pecking them softly.

"Good, "You said, interrupting the short kiss. Fred rolled his eyes as you kissed him again, deepening it slightly.

The exchange of kisses and loving glances continued on for a short while. However, it didn't last for your empty stomach decided to make itself known with a growl.

"Are you hungry?" Fred wondered.

"Starving."

"Lucky for you, I've made friends with a few house-elves. I'm sure they'll be willing to give us some leftovers from dinner or even cook us something."

"Lucky for me," You said, smiling. You brought Fred in for one final kiss before dragging him from the Astronomy Tower and down to the kitchens for some much-needed food.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this imagine as much as I enjoyed writing it. Fred is one my favorite characters from Harry Potter and I love reading about him so I decided to have a go at writing about him as well. Who’s your favorite Harry Potter character? Anyway please let me know what you guys think!

“It’s my job,” Raymond replied, returning to the kitchen.

“It was mine too,” You countered.

“But what did we agree on, huh? We agreed that...” Your husband started, but you cut him off. “Agreed? The minute I got pregnant, you basically put me on house arrest."

"For good reason," He mumbled before leaving the kitchen once again. Raymond quickly returned with a frozen steak in hand. "Here," He said lightly, shoving the cold meat into your awaiting hand.

"Wagyu, nice," You mentioned, lifting the meat in cheers before placing it on your quickly bruising eye.

Raymond shook his head at your humor, opening the first aid kit in the process. He began to pull out all the things he would need to clean up the cuts on your lip and eyebrow.

"Are you alright, mommy?" a sudden voice called out, startling you a bit. You looked past your husband to see your four old daughter walk into the room.

Raymond turned to your daughter and then back to you. He placed his muscular arms against the counter, giving a heavy sigh. Raymond never wanted your children to see either of you in such a state, especially at such a young age.

"I thought they were supposed to be at the park," Raymond whispered, ensuring your questioning child could not hear.

"I thought so too, they must've come back early," You whispered in response before turning back to your small daughter and replying. "I'm alright, sweetheart; thank you for asking."

Your daughter made her way further into the kitchen close enough to lean against her father's leg and up at you. "Daddy, is she really okay? You know she sometimes fibs," Your daughter remarked, giving the best skeptical face she could as she looked to her father. Her response confused you a bit, did you lie that often?

"Yes, sweetie mommy is fine, now run along and play with your brother,"

"But daddy, he has germs!" Your daughter protested.

"I do not!" You heard your son's voice shout as he, along with their long time babysitter, entered the kitchen.

"My apologies, we had to return early from the park because he fell ill," the babysitter explained. You looked to your son with a weak smile as you noticed his clothes now held a stain down the front of his shirt.

"Was it the seesaw again?" You questioned your son. He gave a meek nod of his head in reply.

Raymond made his way over to your son, getting on his knee so that they would be about the same height.

"Well, that's alright. We just have to learn from this. Isn't that right, buddy?" Raymond asked your son, ruffling his head of hair in the process. The small boy once again nodded.

Your husband stood and looked to your babysitter. "Could you get these two cleaned up, please?"

"Of course, come along, miss," said the babysitter, reaching a free hand out to your daughter.

"Fine," the small girl muttered, not wanting to join the babysitter.

Once the room was back down to you and Raymond, you could relax a bit. Before you were holding back little winces and surges of pain that ran through your body.

"Let's get you cleaned up as well," Raymond said, finally beginning the process of tending to your wounds. He went to the sink, wetting the rag to rid your cuts and face of the little blood that stained it.

He lightly placed the rag against your cut lip, causing you to wince a bit. Raymond looked up from your lips to meet your eyes once he noticed the small movement. He realized you had removed the steak from your now very bruised and swollen eye unintentionally when talking to your children. Your husband pushed the meat to your eye with his free hand, causing you to chuckle a bit.

"I don't see what's so funny," Raymond commented sternly.

"Come on, Ray; there is a slab of steak covering my face. That's pretty funny if you ask me," You jested, trying to make light of the situation. You hated seeing Raymond in such a mood.

"Well, I didn't, and that steak is only there because you went and got yourself hurt."

"I was trying to help," You tried to reason.

"And look at you now," Your husband retorted, removing the rag from your lip. He took it back to the sink to rid it of your blood.

"You should see the other guy," You quipped, making yourself chuckle. The statement was truthful, though. Yeah, the asshole got a nice hit on you, but you returned it tenfold. You wouldn't be surprised if he were in the hospital at that very moment. Unfortunately, Raymond did not find it as funny as you.

"This isn't a joke, Y/N!" Raymond shouted, throwing the damp rag into the sink.

His outburst made you shrink on the spot. You two rarely shouted at each other, but when you did, you knew it was serious. You knew you were in the wrong here. It was no time to joke, but honestly, that's how you dealt with bad situations sometimes.

The room was now silent, you being too unsure to say anything, and Ray still being too angry to talk with you without yelling. Raymond heavily sighed, picking up the discarded rag, wringing it out and bringing it back over to you. He placed the cloth along your brow, just above where you held the defrosting wagyu beef.

After a minute of dabbing your brow and wiping it of now drying blood, he spoke."Look, I'm sorry I just don't want you getting hurt, love."

"I'm a big girl Raymond."

"Yeah, but you're still my girl," Raymond said, dropping the cloth to the counter and wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. "And I don't know what I would do if you weren't in my life, in our kid's life."

"You can't think like that," you said, finding comfort in playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.

"How can I not when you put yourself in harms way like that," Raymond contradicted, lessening his grip on you to look you in the eye

"Well, how do you think I feel when you do the same thing?"You questioned the hypocritical man. Raymond said nothing; he knew you were right. He couldn't be too mad at you getting yourself in a bad situation when he did it everyday.

"Please don't fight me on this, I just want my family safe," Raymond basically pleaded. He didn't have much of an argument, but the one he gave was damn strong.

You could argue that you wanted him safe too, but there was no point. Raymond had been in the business for years, even before you. He knew what he was doing; you just had to hope his years of work prepared him for any dangerous situation.

You took a moment to think it all out and finally settled on a decision."Fine, but you owe me a cooked steak," You said, wagging the wagyu in your husband's face. He actually chuckled at this joke, but it may be because he knew how you would keep yourself safe for him and your kids.

"Deal," Raymond replied, giving a kiss to your lips, being sure to avoid the cut that was there.

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A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I absolutely loved this movie and Raymond was probably my favorite character. Thanks again to @mint-opal​ for requesting this imagine. Requests are still open so if you have any ideas you can send them my way. Feel free to let me know what you guys think!