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Monthly Fic Rec September:

For being the God of Death, Niall has a habit of acting on ideas without thinking them through. It’s probably why Harry ends up with an unexpected but entirely welcome visitor in his bed the day after a Mount Olympus party. 

Louis Tomlinson’s modeling career is Harry’s favourite thing and Louis quickly finds his way into the position of Harry’s favourite person through the use of bad puns and general charmingness. 

Harry is still Captain America, Louis is still the love of his life, but that doesn’t stop everything from falling apart. 

Someone is sending Louis flowers. Everyone suffers until Louis gets answers. 

Harry Styles tries to get lost in a place he’s never been.  Louis Tomlinson has been perfecting the art of being lost for years. What they don’t expect to find is each other.

the one where Louis is an annoying customer who won’t leave Harry’s shop on time, and Harry is counting down the seconds until Louis leaves. Until a chance encounter at a concert, and suddenly, Harry really doesn’t want Louis to leave. 

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Imagine meeting your son. (Part B)

A/N: Part 5B ❤️ You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, ‘She Said Yes’, ‘Miss Graduate’, ‘Something Blue’, ‘Something New’ - Masterlist; ‘Baby Steps’: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A/4B/4C/4D/Part 5A)

“C-Chris, my w-water broke.”

Chris stared at you with his mouth agape. Everything he’d read, everything Dr. McCullough and your parents had told him in preparation for this very moment- all that information had sailed into the unknown, getting itself lost in the stormy seas of Chris’ thoughts and emotions. Your water broke, so that meant all those contractions you’d said were Braxton Hicks were actually the labor contractions. You were having a baby today- Jack was coming today- he was going to be a daddy today. He couldn’t believe it, it was finally happening- he was going to be a father.

“Okay-” Chris swallowed. “Okay, you’re going to breathe and we’re going to get through this.” He told you and you frantically nodded, taking short, sharp breaths. “Slower, sweetheart, and deeper too.” He advised and you nodded again, following his instructions. “You’re okay, just don’t freak out. Don’t freak out,” he repeated, but this time to himself and under his breath.

Chris’ mind couldn’t help but flit to his memories of the movie ‘Inside Out’. He was imagining his five emotions sitting up in his mental faculties freaking out; all the red alerts were flashing and all the sirens wailing as they screamed in absolute panic. It would’ve been easy for him to give the wheel over to Fear, to let Fear control him and bring forth a panic attack of his own. But he didn’t do that because he remembered what he promised he’d always do and that was to take care of you. He needed to be strong for you, to remain calm and reassuring. You were the one having the baby, not him. He had to get over whatever he was going through so he could help you through what you were. You were scared and it was his job to make sure you weren’t. He was your husband and the baby inside you was his son, it was time for him to step up and become what the two of you needed him to be.

“When was the last time you had a contraction, baby?”

“I don’t know,” you shook your head, tears filling your eyes. “I don’t- Oh my God, I don’t know.” Chris squeezed your hands, reminding you to stay calm and breathe. “Are we going to the hospital?” You asked and he nodded, gesturing for you to sit while he walked into the walk-in to grab the go-bag and something for you to change into so you didn’t have to sit in amniotic fluid. “Oh no,” you whimpered, starting to cry. “I don’t want to do this, Chris.”

“I know you’re scared, Y/N,” he called out as he searched your dresser for something clean and comfortable. He pulled a pair of your underwear from the top right drawer, then scrambled to find a pair of sweatpants in the bottom drawer. They looked like they were his, and they probably were considering he was the one who did the laundry- but he was in too much of a rush to bother finding yours. “But it’s going to be-”

“Contraction.” He heard you call and quickly rushed out to look at the clock; it was 6:42AM. “Oh my God,” you whimpered, grasping at the sheets as you tried to breathe through the pain. “It hurts,” you cried and Chris watched you with an aching heart. “I can’t do this, Chris,” you looked up at him once the pain subsided; it only lasted sixty seconds, but it felt like an hour for you. “I can’t have this baby, I can’t do it.”

“Hey, stop.” He descended to his knees in front of you, lowering the go-bag and the sweatpants on the floor beside him. “Do you remember when we were watching The Office and it was the episode where Pam was having Cece and she was freaking out? Do you remember what I said to you?” He quizzed and you nodded, chuckling as you sniffled. “And do you remember what you said in response?” He asked, biting back his smile.

“Fuck off, Chris,” you answered and he nodded, laughing.

You remembered that moment very clearly, which was understandable as it only happened a couple weeks ago. Chris had told you you were going to follow in Pam’s footsteps and have a complete breakdown, doing everything you could to postpone giving birth. The two of you knew he was probably right, but also, that you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of being right hence why he said it in the first place. He wanted to have leverage, something he could use to pull you away from your breakdown. You hated being wrong, so if he had that to use against you- maybe you’d try and hold it together.

“So are you going to prove me right and freak out, or are you going to stay calm and keep that streak of being Mrs. Always Right?” He asked and you playfully slapped his arm, biting back your smile. “That’s what I thought,” he quipped then kissed the back of your hands before getting to his feet, scooping both go-bag and sweats up with him. “Okay, let’s get you to the hospital. We’ll call your mom on the way, and-” He glanced at the clock; 6:47AM. “I’ll call my mom when her plane lands. I’m really hoping she gets here before you start pushing, ‘cause I’m going to need her around for that.”

“Why,” you teased him, “are you going to freak out?”

“I’m already freaking out, but I’m staying calm for you.” He told you and you smiled, which quickly faltered when the ache in your lower back increased. “Here, get changed.” He passed you the sweats that you immediately knew weren’t yours. “I’m going to go fill Dodger’s food and water bowl before we go, I don’t know how long we’re going to be there and I don’t want to have to leave your side to come home.”

“These are your sweats,” you told him and he chuckled, wincing. “Oh, fuck it,” you staggered to your feet and slowly made your way to the ensuite, stopping when a contraction hit you. Chris glanced at the clock; your contractions were about five and a half minutes apart. You hunched over as much as your belly would allow, using the chaise in front of your bed for support. “Oh God, the pain is getting worst.” You breathed slowly as Chris walked over, rubbing your back soothingly. “I fucking hate you for getting me pregnant.” You bit out of agony and frustration, earning a soft chuckle from Chris; it was not the first time you’d cussed at him while pregnant.

“I’d say ‘never again’, but you already promised we would have two.” He reminded you and it was like your pain increased at the thought of having another baby. “I’m holding out for Charlotte, or Charles if we have another boy. I hope we don’t, ‘cause I really want a girl and I don’t think you want to have a third child. Can you imagine if we had a third child and-”

“Please stop talking,” you begged then squeezed your eyes shut, taking slow, deep breaths.

“Right, I’m sorry.” His hand ran up and down your back, which helped a little. “I know it hurts, but just think of how cute our baby is going to be,” he told you then kissed the back of your head. “You good?” He asked after a while when you straightened up; you nodded. “Okay, c’mon.” He walked you to the ensuite. “I’ll be back to help you downstairs.” He told you and you nodded again. “Hey,” he stopped you before you could close the door, a wide grin on his face that made you smile too. “We’re going to meet our son today,” he said.

“We’re going to meet our son today,” you confirmed with a nod.

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Part 5C

Imagine: Jealous
Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader x Thomas Sangster
Requested: yepp
“I JUST FOUND UR BLOG AND I LOVE IT!!! I WOULD LOVE TO SEE A SMUT OF SOME SORT I DONT EVEN CARE WHAT ITS ABOUT, JUST SOMETHING SMUTTY THANKS BABES”
Word Count: 2218
Warnings: smut, some spanking and swearing A/N: im glad you like my blog!!! btw thomas sangster will be in this one. sorry if you dont like that but I really wanted to fit him into one of my imagines. btw im actually very proud of this one so make sure to like and reblog😇

You catch sight of Pan leaving the bonfire with Wendy with his hand on the mid of her back. You couldn’t miss them leaving because od her obnoxious giggling.

Since Darling has arrived, she and Pan were inseperable, only indicating that he hasn’t spent time with you in eight days.

When you appeared on the island, you and Pan had an immense connection. Though, to this day, you and Pan had only a ‘thing’. You weren’t his and he wasn’t yours. You were merely ‘friends with benefits’. It’s been that way for the four years you’ve been on the island.

But you noticed how Pan observed Wendy during the her first campfire on the island. He surveyed her, obviously intrigued. That night and until now, he wouldn’t even glance at you.

Earlier that night, she and Pan sat on the opposite side of the fire. They didn’t bother with the other lost boys dancing around. The two sat directly in front of you. You were practically in the front row to watch ‘the lovely Miss Darling’ blushing and twirling her golden locks. They were obviously flirting with each other, and she made sure you were to hear it.

But now they were deep in the forest. He was probably doing what he calls ‘showing the girl the secrets of the island’. It’s more often known as ‘showing the girl the secrets under his pants’ according to the other lost boys.

Your thoughts of murdering Wendy Darling subsided when Thomas sat next to your log.

“Pan still hasn’t come around?“he asked noticing your glum look.

“I’m quite sure he’s doing the dirty deed with the new girl,” you rolled your eyes kicking a pebble around.

“I’ve got an idea,“Thomas smirked.

“And what would that be,“I ask interested. Thomas has always been there, acting like my older brother Felix. But Felix has never discovered about Pan and I, and I’d like to keep it that way.

“Fight fire with fire,“he raised an eyebrow, popping a berry in his mouth. He made sure nobody heard our conversation but the crackling of the bonfire was assissting us, therefore there was no need to whisper. “He’s said it himself; he likes fire,“he smirked.

“How would you suggest we do that, Sangster?"we leaned closer to one another.

"You know bloody well what we’ll do,"he smirked. "You in?”

“I’m up for it,"I smile."When exactly is this happening?”

“Tomorrow’s campfire, meet me by the tall, ‘A’ marked tree.”

“I don’t recall ever passing an ‘A’ marked tree,"you wondered aloud. "I’ve just about passed through every inch of the island and never have I passed an ‘A’ marked tree.”

“You’ll find the tree. I guarantee it,"he winked.

You hopped off the log, heading back to Pan’s treehouse, where you two always slept near one another. But he hasn’t laid by you since Wendy arrived on Neverland.

*** The campfire began half an hour ago, and you eventually encounter the tall, ‘A’ marked tree Thomas had described the night before. It was far enough so the boys wouldn’t see you, but you could just spot Wendy’s long, curly blonde hair. Luckily, her back was turned to you, and the lost boys were too focused on their dance to notice that you and Thomas weren’t attending the campfire. As for Peter, you knew he wouldn’t give even a piece of damn.

But Thomas wasn’t there. You faced the A-marked tree. You pondered if this was the wrong place, but was soon proved wrong when you felt Thomas’ arms slithering around your waist.

"What an entrance, Sangster,"I swiveled around to look up into his chocolate brown eyes. The two of you talked about pointless things; the island, and whatnot.

"Are you sure about this?"Thomas asked cautiously, and acted in a relaxed form.

You glance over his shoulder, seeing Wendy laughing along with Pan as he began playing his panflute.

You nodded, a bit tense.

With that, Thomas lightly shoved you on the tree, your back against the rough bark. You pulled him into a kiss, your hands roaming in his hair as the kiss deepened.

Thomas was loving and gently slid his hands onto the edge of your hips, and traveled downward.  It was different, a good different. You found yourself somewhat getting into it.

He left your lips and moved down to your jaw, lightly sucking. Thomas occasionally squeezed your butt making you jump. He moved down to the base of your neck, and to the edge of your collarbone.

"Mmm Thomas, right there,"you threw your head back when he found your sweet spot. Just after you let the moan slip, it became quiet. The panflute stopped playing. You didn’t notice until Thomas was thrown off of you and onto a nearby tree, landing with a grunt.

"What the hell is going on?"his voice boomed through the tight forest.

"Why do you care?"I walk over to Thomas giving him a hand. "Go play with Wendy,"I scoff. "You are obviously more interested in her,"I say, rolling my eyes.

"Jealous?"he smirked. Of course you were. But would you really give him the satisfaction of knowing that? Absolutely not.

"Why would I be jealous when I have Thomas?"Thomas wrapped his arm around my waist.

"Leave before I murder you,"Pan glared at him. Thomas kissed my forehead sweetly and left, only angering Pan more.

"I’m going to show you just who you belong to-"he snapped his fingers.”-and that nobody can make you feel the way I can.“

The two of you were back in his treehouse and you were completely bare. He sat on the edge of his bed. "You haven’t been a very good girl, y/n,"he taps his lap indicating for you to lay over it. You do as you were told and lean over his lap. You squeal when you feel a harsh slap on your bum. "I need you to count babygirl,"he said softly.

"O-one,"you could feel him smile. The anticipation of the hit was unbearable. Normally it wasn’t too many, but you could tell Pan was outraged.

Another sharp hit landed on your butt. "T-t-two.”

“You’ve been a very bad girl, y/n,"he says sending another strike. Fifteen spanks later, your cheeks were stinging.

"Like I promised earlier, I’d make you feel better than anyone ever has before"you suddenly feel two fingers entering me roughly. "and you should know, I always keep my word.”

“A-ah Peter,"you moaned, his fingers moving more quickly.

"Your mine, only mine, understand y/n!?"he slipped in another finger.

"Oh fuck yes Peter,"he pulled his fingers out leaving you empty. "What the hell?"you were furious, you were ready to cum.

Pan pulled you off of his lap and onto his bed making you face him. He kissed your lips passionately. Peter crawled up to your earlobe, softly nibbling at your sensitive skin. He breathed heavily down your ear and you moaned loudly enough for those two miles away from the treehouse could hear. You could feel a smirk lining his lips as he trailed down your jaw to your neck, harshly sucking. He was definitely leaving large marks that wouldn’t reside for a while, and you definitely couldn’t cover them up. You blame Neverland’s low support of concealer. "Peter, th-the boys will see,"you moaned. He continued leaving littered kisses around your body.

"Let them understand that you’re mine,"he massaged your right breast, guiding his mouth to your left breast. He licked and nibbled on the nipple earning several soft moans from you. Peter moved his mouth to your right breast, tracing the border of your nipple slowly until he found the hard middle.

He continued down the middle of your stomach, occasionally whispering "mine”. Peter left plenty of kisses around your flat belly and licked around your belly button. He pulled your legs apart, leaving your pussy open and exposed into the cold air.

“I want to taste you, love,"his eyes met yours as he traced your hips with his hands and began licking a trail from your inner thigh and missing your pussy lips to tease you.

"What’s stopping you,"you buck your hips yearning for some friction.

"Eager, love?"Peter’s grin expanded as he dove into your lips. "Who made you this wet?"he smirked into your entrance.

"Y-you did Peter,"you moaned, your fingers dancing in his hair. You pulled him farther in and he began twirling his tongue on your clit. "AH FUCK PETER,"you screamed and he continued to lick on your bundle of nerves. You yelped at the quick movements. Before you reached your climax, he slowed his pace, chuckling at your whines for him to go faster. He soon spread his lips wider, devouring as much of your juice as he could.

He dipped his tongue into your entrance. Your toes curled as a loud moan left your lips. "Mmmm,"you whimpered, your legs shaking from pleasure.

Peter’s heavy breaths and low groans were sending pleasung vibrations. They were just enough to send you over the edge. He helped you ride out your orgasm, harshly sucking on your clit, keeping eye contact the entire time. He moved down and licked up your cum.

You flipped him over, slowly pulling his tunic above his head. He laid on the bed, his legs off the edge. You sat in between of them, noticing his boner. You tease Pan by lightly palming him over his pants, earning yourself a low groan. You could feel his erect member growing and eager to see, you tug down his pants, along with his boxers, revealing his longing penis. You lightly kiss the tip.

"Mmm,"he groaned throwing his head back.

You slowly slide your hand up and down his enthusiastic shaft. You rotate your hand, earning a loud moan from Peter. You pumped your hands up and down, repeating your motion several times.

"Fuck baby,"he moans as you clasped your mouth around him, taking him as far as you thought possible. You kept your hand on the two inches that couldn’t be covered. You swirled your tongue around his swollen tip. You looked up at him and find his eyes closed in a state of pure pleasure. He yelled in pleasure, profanities leaving his mouth. Peter was in pure bliss. He came in your mouth soon enough. You swallowed the majority of it; or what you couldve.

He pulled you up bridal style and laid you on to his soft, plump bed. Peter leaned forward, passionately kissing your temple, trailing down to your jaw. You moaned lightly. He lined his tip before your entrance. Peter teased you by rubbing his tip against your clit.

"Mmngh, Peter please,"you begged.

"Please what, love?"he smirked into the crook of your neck.

"Fuck me, fuck me because I’m yours.”

That was all Pan needed as he pushed his erect cock into your tight entrance making you gasp. He filled you out completely and your walls wrapped around his dick. He gave you time to adjust before he began. Peter could be mad, but he’d never hurt you intentionally—well physically. He nibbled on your neck as he thrusted at an agonizing pace.

“Faster Peter, please!"you whined.

"Eager, are we?” he chuckled at your anticipation, while obeying your command. You shut your eyes, taking in the pleasure.

He gradually went faster, as if he’d never have sex again. It was the best the two of you had in ages. He kept one hand at your waist, with the other hand going down to your clitoris. He rubbed the wet area vigorously.

“Oh fuck, Peter,"you screamed. He made low grunts every few seconds, which was just about the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced. You ran you’re hands on his bare stomach, which moved him to go faster.

"Oh baby, aaaah,"Peter threw his head back, obviously in as much bliss as you were in. "Fuck y/n,"you reach your climax and he rides you through it.

He falls beside you. "That was amazing,"you puffed out. "Maybe I should make you jealous more often,” I smirked.

After a moment, he ran his finger up your slit. You shivered at his cold touch.

“Still so wet, love! Save it for tomorrow night,"he winked at you. He licked up the juice on his finger before getting dressed and leaving the treehouse.

Meanwhile, you only dreamed about round two the night afterwards. Jealous sex is always the best sex. Oh fuck, where’s Wendy?

08.25 a.m. 3rd day of school. Hogwarts’ Great Hall. Mail

,,ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER -*Al rolling his eyes*- , AND DON’T YOU ROLL YOUR EYES I WILL SCREAM AT YOU LIKE I PLEASE -*Al muttering* how did she?-, FORBIDDEN FOREST, REALLY? I GET GOING IN FORBIDDEN FOREST FOR SOMETHING STUPIDLY NOBLE, AFTER ALL YOU’RE YOUR FATHER’S SON, BUT GOING IN SEARCH OF YOUR GRANDFATHER’S EX-FORD ANGLIA, THAT WAS INCREDIBLY DUMB. BUT WHY I AM SURPRISED? LIKE I SAID YOU’RE YOUR FATHER’S SON. WHAT I’M CURIOUS ABOUT IS HOW DID YOU MANAGED TO DRAG SCORPIUS WITH YOU? ROSE I UNDERSTAND SHE’S A WEASLEY, EVEN IF HALF GRANGER, BUT A MALFOY IS BEYOND MY UNDERSTANDING. -*Harry in background* that is your persuasion abilities.- THEY WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO INHERIT THAT. I’M DISAPPOINTED AND YOU’RE GROUNDED. YOU WILL BE ON LAUNDRY AND DISHES DUTY FOR ALL CHRISTMAS BREAK AND YOU WILL NOT DARE TO WHINE .“

08.28 a.m. 3rd day of school. Hogwarts’ Great Hall. Mail

,,ROSE MINEVRA WEASLEY. I’M DISAPPOINTED IN YOU. I’M DISAPPOINTED BUT NOT SURPRISED. WHAT DID I EXPECTED FROM HAVING KIDS WITH RON WEASLEY? THAT THEY WILL NOT CAUSE HAVOC? OF COURSE NOT, BUT NOT IN THEIR THIRD DAY OF HOGWARTS. AFTER ALL THEY ARE MY CHILDREN TOO. I EXPECT BETTER FROM YOU IN THE FUTURE. YOUR PUNISHMENT WILL CONTAIN IN YOUR DESIRED BROOM BEING DELIVERED ONLY AFTER 2 MONTHS WITHOUT ANY MISHAP -*Ron in background* ‘Mione don’t you think that is too sharp?- NO RON I DON’T”

08.30 a.m. 3rd day of school. Hogwarts’ Great Hall. Mail

Dear Scorpius,

      To say that we are surprised, even impressed will be an understatement. Such things did not happen with me or your father in our Hogwarts days and seeing that you don’t have older siblings we do not know how to react. 

     Your uncle Theo and aunt Daphne suggested that we should write a latter with an advertisement and a light punishment, because this is the first time you did something similar. Your uncle Blaise said we should send you a howler and humiliate you in front of all Great Hall at which point Caitlyn promptly smacked him. As you can see we stopped on the first suggestion, only without the punishment part. Ophelia [Dursley. Head of House Slytherin] said that you will have 3 weeks of detention and frankly we decided that it will be an good enough sanction for your deed. 

     We hope that such thing will not repeat, at least not in the near future.

                                                                             With love, Mom and Dad.


Albus: Why do we get Howlers and cruel punishments, but you get a latter with an light advertisement?
Rose: What the actual fuck Scorpius?
Scorpius: I don’t really know, I guess my parents are more level-headed than yours *innocent smile*
Rose/Albus: Fuck you Scorpius
Scorpius: Lets go or we will be late to Charms

Howlers the gang received during their time at Hogwarts:
Albus Potter from Ginny Potter
Rose Weasley from Hermione Weasley-Granger

SHINee is SHINee precisely because of these five men. Their weaknesses alone are made stronger through each other. Sure, not every member is as good a singer, actor, rapper, dancer, entertainer, as the next, but that’s what makes them SHINee. If they all had six star voices, they would not be SHINee; if they all acted charismatically, they would not be SHINee. Their weaknesses become their strong points to produce the irreplaceable SHINee. Each member is as important as the next. Simply changing one member or one skill set will produce another sound; another effect; another group that is not our lovable SHINee.

So don’t compare members within the group. Value and cherish each for their own personal colour. 

SHINee would not be SHINee without these five shining men.