the pathway to hell

You Didn’t Tell Them

A/N: So I wrote this on Monday and it has taken me this long to post it because I didn’t know whether I liked it or not. I am still kinda on the fence about it? I have an idea for a part two, but I don’t think I will write it if no one likes this one.

Y/N unlocked the door to her apartment and stepped in. It had been a pretty okay day overall, not very stressful or overly boring, but not exciting either. She put down her stuff and headed into the kitchen. “Jason?” She called out as she walked in. She stopped when she noticed him sitting at their table drinking tea with an older man. “Oh, I didn’t know we had company.”

The older man set his cup on the table and looked quizzically at Jason. “It is fine. I was actually just leaving.”

“Oh, I don’t mean to interrupt.” She said hurriedly. “I’m Y/N.” She reached out a hand to shake his.

“Pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Y/N. I am Alfred Pennyworth.” He said as he took he hand and gently shook it.

“You’re Alfred? Jason has told me so much about you. It is great to finally meet you.” Y/N said.

“I would love to say the same for you, but I am afraid Master Jason has never mentioned you.” Alfred said quietly. He patted Y/N’s hand and picked up his coat. “It has been a pleasure.” He quietly closed the door behind him.

Y/N turned to Jason, who had suddenly become very busy with cleaning up the plates and cups he and Alfred had used. “You haven’t told them about me?” Y/N asked quietly.

“I was waiting for the right time.” Jason said as he put the dishes in the sink.

“Jason, we have been dating for three years, two of those we have been living together.” Y/N pointed out.

“I know, it just never seemed to be the perfect moment.” Jason avoided her gaze as he loaded the dishwasher.

“Could you just stop for a moment and talk to me?” Y/N said. She waited until he turned to her to continue. “Why haven’t you told your family about me?”

“I was afraid they would intimidate you and you would leave me.” Jason answered quietly.

“You know,” Y/N said, stepping close to him so that she could look him in the eyes. “That would make a lot more sense if you hadn’t already told me you were the Red Hood. If I didn’t run then, what makes you think I would run once I met your adopted dad and siblings?” Jason refused to meet her eyes as she continued to question him.

Y/N sighed and sat at the table. “The only reason I can think of for why you didn’t tell them is that I am not important enough to you to tell them.”

Jason’s head shot up. “Y/N, it isn’t like that, I swear. I-”

“Look. Three weeks after we started dating, I told all my friends about you.” Y/N said as she rubbed her eyes tiredly. “When we moved in together, I told my mother and I sat on the phone with my conservative grandmother as she tried to talk me out of it and told me I was on the pathway to Hell. Do you know why I told them and why I put up with that? It was because you were important enough to me for me to want my family to know I was with you. I wanted them to know I love you and I’m happy with you. And, up until today, I thought you felt the same way.”

“I do feel the same way, I just-” Jason tried to interject.

“I don’t want to hear you speak right now. I honestly don’t even want to be in the same room with you.” Y/N said as the first tear made its way down her face. Jason froze. He wanted so desperately to touch her, to comfort her, but he knew she didn’t want him right now. He slowly got up and walked out the door. He walked up the stairs to the roof and pulled out his phone. He sighed and dialed the person whom he hoped would help him fix this mess.

“Bruce, I fucked up.” Jason said as soon as his father answered the phone.

He heard Bruce excuse himself before closing a door. “Do you want to elaborate on that?”

“I’ve been dating this girl for a while. Well, more than a while. I’ve been dating her for three years.” Jason admitted.

“I assume you have a good reason for not telling us about her.” Bruce said in a light tone.

Jason winced before continuing. “That is actually where the problem comes in. Alfred came over for tea today and Y/N came home before he left. She found out that I haven’t told any of you about her and is pretty upset over it.”

“I’ll bet. You have been dating her for three years and apparently live with her, but you haven’t told your family about her? I’m upset for her.” Bruce said.

“This isn’t funny.” Jason said angrily. “She said that it made her feel like she wasn’t important to me. Which is the furthest thing from the truth. I was gonna propose, Bruce. I have a ring and everything.”

Bruce was silent for several moments. “How do you plan on fixing this?”

Jason raked a hand through his hair. “That’s why I called you.”

Bruce sighed. “I think I have a plan.”


made a fun virus-patterned shawl/scarf and it’s way warmer and cozier than it looks! i really like how the colors blend and how it drapes. i’m also not sure that i’m going to keep it (i have… so many projects? and so many more to come? i just like creating things) , so if you really, really want it… pm me! we’ll talk. 


honey orion, golden brown spark,
settled at night in the coldest dark
gilded arrows, a fluttering swell,
fogged dreams of heaven, amid smoke wisps from hell

they follow the pathways, ghost feet on cobbles
with elfin steps, shivering and hobbled
crumpled old pictures, lost in the street
the alleyway swallows, she writhes in her sheet

warm blood travels, far-off crows call
decades old breaths rise and fall
memories burn, bodies fade
and here we are, in the home that we made

Dan Howell: I'm not jealous.

The sun is beaming from the heavens, sending a breathtaking array of magnolia, satsuma and crimson hues beating down upon you and the park around you. The sky is cloudless: a pale, watery blue expanse of perfect nothingness; the innocent chatter of children fills your ears, as a slight breeze weaves between the ancient trees lining the pathway you and your boyfriend Dan stroll along.

Dan outside?! Flipping hell it must be a miracle!

You’d managed to drag him out of the house on this rare occasion, surprisingly he didn’t argue- well considering it’s your one year anniversary he should be happy to spend the day with you, instead of cooped up in his bedroom scrolling through the very depths of tumblr…

There’s a silence between you, but not the awkward kind of silence you’d find on the underground, a comforting silence met by mutual understanding of one another- almost as if you’re speaking without words. Your fingers are intertwined with his, the both of you looking around at the beauty of spring emerging from every corner of Hyde park. You wish you could do this more often… But with Dan always busy with either the radio or YouTube, there’s never any time.

“It’s such a lovely the day!” You exclaim quietly, “not as lovely as you Y/N” Dan smirks as you visibly cringe, “that was so cheesy! You put cheddar to shame!” You laugh and so does he. You reach a bench sitting down on it along with Dan, he removes his hand from yours, instead wrapping his arm around your shoulder. That comforting silence settles over the both of you once more, you rest your head on his shoulder breathing in the fresh scent of the flowers and emerald grass: if only you could stay like this forever! Minutes pass by without a word being uttered by either of you- that is until a familiar voice calls your name.

“Y/N?! Is that you?” A male voice calls from behind, your head shoots up in recognition of the voice, you turn your head almost quick enough to give yourself whiplash. There he is: Bryce Cook, your childhood best friend (and maybe crush oops…), your eyes widen to the size of golf balls as you leap up from the bench leaving a rather confused and upset Dan behind. You run up to him as he opens his arms for you, you leap up wrapping your arms and legs around him in a very much missed hug. You burry your head in his muscular neck, breathing in that musky scent he’s always had… boy you’ve missed him! Finally you both pull away, and much to your guilt, completely ignore Dan- but, come on, you can spend everyday with Dan, you haven’t seen Bryce in years!

“Gosh Y/N I haven’t seen you in forever!” He beams at you, and you can’t deny the childish grin that spread across your face; he’s incredibly good looking, he always has been cute, however now he’s undeniably HOT, although you do not find him as attractive as you do Dan. “I know right! You’re looking well Bryce” you grin, he chuckles blushing slightly, “you’re looking as beautiful as ever Y/N” he says rubbing the back of his neck. Dan has been listening in on the whole conversation, watching you both quietly but at that he can’t help the surge of anger that rushes through him, he stands walking over to where the both of you are stood talking and wrapping a protective arm firmly around your waist; you look up at Dan smiling, blissfully unaware of his intentions. “Oh! How silly of me, Bryce this is my boyfriend Dan, Dan this is my old friend Bryce” you introduce them both, “you assuming my age Y/N?” Bryce jokes in a rather flirtatious manner while completely ignoring Dan, you laugh at his silliness a slight blush creeping onto your cheeks.

After another few minutes of Bryce flirting way too much, Dan has finally had enough. “Y/N darling I think it’s about time we get going” he speaks sweetly through gritted teeth, you look up at him a minuscule amount of sadness resting on your features. You don’t argue, “well it was nice seeing you again Bryce, but we must be off” you smile though it does not reach your eyes like it had before, Bryce simply nods “maybe we could meet for coffee soon, have a proper catch up?” He offers, Dans grip on your waist tightens slightly and you finally realise his discomfort, “Maybe, I’m sure you can find me on Facebook if needs be” you let Bryce down gently before bidding your farewells.

As you and Dan walk away, Dan spins you to look at him before leaning down and kissing you with a passion you’ve never seen before, when you both break away he looks deeply into your eyes “I love you Y/N” he says and you can’t help the smirk that creeps onto your lips, “I love you too Dan… you were so jealous of him” you add shoving him slightly. Dan scoffs, taking his hand in yours as you continue to walk, “I was not jealous”.

AN; short and sweet? Hopefully you’ll enjoy it -Jade xx

Prison Break — Season 1  {Sentence Starters}

  • “Come on, I won’t hurt you.”
  • “Wait, I can’t leave you here.”
  • “Why won’t you let me help you?”
  • “Don’t make me lie to you. Please.”
  • “What do you say we go for a walk?”
  • “I was part of your plan. Was it all an act?”
  • “Let’s just say someone’s gonna get hurt.”
  • “I don’t have a few years. Wish to hell I did.”
  • “Maybe you ought to hear what I’ve got to say.”
  • “But you’ve got to let me deal with this. Okay?”
  • “I just need a little time! Just give me the time!”
  • “I had to test you. See if you could keep a secret.”
  • “I believe in being part of the solution, not the problem.”
  • “This isn’t nothing. I need you to tell me what happened.”
  • “You have no choice. I’m one of the bad guys, remember?”
  • “You have a habit of answering a question with a question.”
  • “You probably heard stories about me. They’re not all true.”
  • “It leads somewhere. It leads to hell. It’s the pathway to hell.”
  • “I just want you to help me get to them. I’ll take it from there.”
  • “If you’re trying to calm me down, you’re doing a terrible job.”
  • “I don’t like getting attached to things if I know they won’t last.”
  • “Huh. Now that’s a subject I just happen to know quite a bit about.”
  • “And you have a way of asking questions that beg more questions.”
  • “I’ve known you my entire life. You don’t have a violent bone in your body.”
  • “Preparation will only take you so far. After that you got to take a few leaps of faith.”
  • “I can’t help wondering what someone with your credentials is doing in a place like this.”
  • “I think you’re scared. And you wouldn’t be human if you weren’t scared in a place like this.”
Eye of the Storm

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Chuck (mentioned), Lucifer (mentioned), Reader (Y/N), Torturer, Lady Antonia Bevell

Pairing: Sam x reader

Warnings: Angsty and dark af, major character death, loss, torture (very descriptive in places), violence, near drowning, smut, cheating (kinda but not really - hard to explain)

Wordcount: 3800ish

A/N: This is written for @kittenofdoomage Summer Lovin Challenge where my prompt was storm watching.

It is also my entry for @nichelle-my-belle spn angst challenge, where my prompt was: “They say I’m a traitor. Maybe I am. All I know is I did what I had to do.”

Both girls challenged me to make them cry and I hope I was able to succeed in making you squeeze a tear or two.

Thanks to @blacktithe7 for patient and awesome and really pushing me and helping me get this right, as she betaed for me on this. P.s she is too blame for this getting darker than planned so thank her!

Also thanks the @adriellej for being encouraging and the sweetest beta ever.

Sam started to come too, only to feel a throbbing, aching pain on the back of his head. He tried to move. His hands were bound to the chair. The room was so dark he couldn’t make out a single shape in the inky blackness.Then his memories slowly started to come back to him along with the rush of emotions. Sadness, emptiness, anger.

“Mr. Winchester! You are awake,” a deep british growl sounded through the room as a bright light filled the room. The sudden change hurt his eyes but also filling him with defiance.

“I was afraid, you were gonna sleep through all the fun.” Sam looked up to see the face of his captor. A small man. No bigger than Chuck with a nasty scar running from the bridge of his nose all the way down to the left side of his jaw. His eyes were sparkling with a menacing icy coldness that sent a slight shiver down the hunter’s spine. Sam watched as he soaked a towel in the bucket of water sitting in front of him. His jaw clenched. He knew what was coming.

“You know, Sam. Can I call you Sam?” The man didn’t stop and wait for a reply, not that Sam had any plans of honoring him with one. He was busy trying to distract his mind. Dig deep to get away from what he knew was about to happen.

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Restoring Ma’at (full post)

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2016, through all of the abysmal things that have happened during that time, has me thinking a lot about Ma'at lately. We’ve lost so many cultural, artistic and historical icons in this year, any of us would be hard-pressed to name them all without referring to a list. This year has been a crippling blow on a lot of levels, but it is not the end by any stretch of the imagination. That is not to say that it’s been any less trying.

I won’t beat about the bush. We are all about to head into unknown territory in 2017. For some, that prospect is terrifying. Given some of the more recent events that have occurred in the world and the attitudes of those who were supposedly elected to help us face them, we probably should all be on alert. We are facing several global crises of epic proportions and our elected leaders are staying mostly silent about them. The media is of no help either. Between the fake news and the apathy of mainstream media attempting to dumb us all down into complacency and obliviousness, it’s pretty damned obvious we’re on our own.

First on the list is that we are facing climate change at a much faster rate than what was initially estimated by climate scientists. While the rest of the world wrings its hands in fear of what calamities might befall us if we continue at this pace, the president-elect, and his appointed ministers deny it’s a problem. They thumb their noses at it, and continue on their breakneck pace of looting and pillaging all that is left of both our country’s natural and monetary resources for their own gain.

Let’s put this on the table and state it at the outset: None of those people; not the POTUS-elect and those he has appointed to his cabinet gives a bloody damn about any of us. Please allow that to sink in for a moment. A thin-skinned corporate oligarch who fancies himself a ‘king’ has been appointed to lead our nation down the long pathway to Hell. This failed businessman was not elected by the majority. That much has been proved absolutely. What’s more is that he was put there with the blessing and complicity of the current Congress, a largely gerrymandered,thoroughly bamboozled electorate, and the assistance of a foreign government that is historically hostile towards us. Deny it if you want. I only ask that you continue to watch what is going on in the world and then ask yourself what’s really going on. The most important thing is to be honest with yourself when assessing every situation.

I will make the unfortunate prediction that the safety net as we know it will most probably be dissolved. If the GOP has its way, you can kiss your Medicaid, your Social Security, educational funding, and any other government subsidies goodbye. It doesn’t matter how long you paid in as a taxpayer - the GOP will make a diligent effort in legislating them all away under the guise of “privatization”. Privatization = Maximizing Profits for politicians, their friends, and contributors. Again, none of these people give a damn about you. If you get laid off because of outsourcing, or get sick or fall into bankruptcy or die because you have no medical insurance, or if you cannot afford your medications, or to feed yourself and your children or lose your home and anything else in the process, that’s not their problem. If you cannot afford to go to school to update your skills after being laid off from your job, they. simply. don’t. care. In fact, if you do, it means more profit for them, because as far as they are concerned, you are of little use to them unless you are adding to their bottom line.

I confess, this is a cynical and very bleak vision, and one that our forefathers never imagined would or could befall us. Let me ask a question: How are your survival skills? Do you know how to forage for food? Do you know how to make medicine, build a fire, or make do? Can you even begin to function without your wired devices? Will you go stir crazy without having access to the Internet? Have you thought about the benefits of following your crazy grandma’s example of stashing a supply of cash in the mattress? Your debit card may not work at one point or another and then where will you be when it comes time to purchase food, gas or something else that you are in dire need of? You’ll be forced to really live on your wits then and the question becomes whether you can or not.

So what does this all have to do with Restoring Ma'at?

Absolutely everything.

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In Ancient Egypt, Ma'at wasn’t just a goddess or an abstract concept. It was the absolute base of every pillar that their entire culture was founded upon. Ma'at is much more than a concept of Truth (with a capital ’T’). It is about justice and fairness and right action, even in those times when it’s difficult. It is what Dr. Maulana Karenga described as serudj-ta - or repairing the world. In the coming days, perhaps for several years, we are going to have to collectively concentrate on the ideas of Ma'at and Serudj-ta in order to restore what has been or will be destroyed. We will all be tasked with raising up those things and people who are in ruins, setting to right the wrongs of racism and bigotry, sexism, homophobia, xenophobia and all of the other ills that may raise their heads wherever we are. It is up to each of us to be the advocates for one another; to replenish that which has been diminished and to make things as beautiful or more beautiful than they were before. This is what each of us has been charged with right now. If we care about anything or anyone else outside of ourselves and our own sphere, then we need to face the reality that we each carry this responsibility. We must stamp injustice, hatred, and cruelty out wherever we see it and we need to not be complicit in our silence or our apathy.

None of what I describe is easy to hear and can seem an overwhelming thing to do. It’s probably all pretty frightening to consider. Even as I write this, Congress is attempting to pass legislation that will not allow cameras on the floor to let us see exactly how our rights are being slowly whittled away. Perhaps they imagine that the public won’t feel what we cannot see. Or perhaps they know that what they are doing is wrong and that the public backlash would be something that none of their careers could


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Our collective carelessness with our land, water, air and all other natural resources has wrought terrible things. We know, based on scientific evidence and even by simply paying attention to the natural world around us that we cannot keep on as we have in the past. While allowing the Dakota Access Pipeline would bring temporary prosperity for a select few for a short amount of time, what happens after the work is complete? Those “jobs” are gone and the and all the corporate interests need to do is sit back, turn on the spigot and gather up the profits. What we are left with is the incredible risk to not just the land and water of a few members of the Standing Rock Sioux tribe, but to millions upon millions of people who are dependent upon the water of the Missouri River downstream. Look at where it goes and then ask yourself, what happens if the pipeline bursts? Have we forgotten the tragedy of the Deep Water Horizon already? Don’t we remember the incredible tragedy of the Exxon Valdez? In both instances the consequences of spilled fossil fuels to the environment and to those whose livelihood depended upon those waterways was enormous. We have within our grasp, right now, the ability to get away from fossil fuels and push toward renewables. Other countries have pushed and shifted their economies around renewables, so it’s been proved that it can be done. The only reason why the US has been so reticent in the effort toward renewables is the incredible amount of influence of a few oil billionaires and the fossil fuel lobby. Deep in their guts, they know that their days are numbered. Our will to survive and to thrive as a planet must match and far outstrip their sense of corporate survival and maximizing profits.

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So then, how do we create serudj-ta or work to further Ma'at? Each of us has an idea in our mind of what makes society work and what doesn’t. The vast majority of people in the world do have a strong sense of right and wrong. This goes beyond borders, national interests or origins, race, religion, gender, gender identity, sexual orientation, or any other way we choose to parse out segments of human society. We each want a place in the world, the opportunity to be able to feed, clothe and house our families in safety and security and we all want a chance to do something meaningful with our lives. Those are basic human motivations. When we let greed, envy, and vindictiveness and break our human family into segments of “Us” vs. “Them” that is when the problems arise.

We have seen this demonstrated over and over again with disastrous results. When we hold those ideas in our mind on a constant basis when dealing with anyone and in every situation, we are reminded of those higher ideals. We cannot individually fix the world. But does it really cost us anything at all to be courteous? How much do we lose and how much do we gain by exercising compassion in even the smallest of ways? Most of what I am talking about doesn’t have to cost money. It doesn’t mean a major inconvenience for any of us. It just takes remembering that any of us could be in a similar situation at any given moment depending upon circumstance. Sure you might get a warm fuzzy feeling after having done something nice - but that shouldn’t be the goal. The goal is knowing that something was right to do and to simply do it without an expectation of thanks or payment or anything else. The end goal, especially for we Kemetics, is doing our part in order to further Ma'at in the world - and absolutely nothing less.


“Ma'at: The Moral Ideal in Ancient Egypt” by Dr. Maulana Karenga, 2004,University of Sankore Press, Los Angeles

Crossposted from Life Belongs to Sekhmet (

I see new lives in each freckle above your eye. The way you comb your hair to the side, the way you part your lips in a way that whispers “mine.” I saw the avenue your fingers danced across, the map in your eyes and the way you sigh. I saw the words flow from your stomach and sail through the air. I watched you laugh it away without a single care. In your palms you hold the planets, they stroll around your fingers in an orderly fashion– never has the universe looked so at ease. 
In your toes I awe at the balancing act, books upon books, movies upon movies– you carry stories of love, loss, life, in every step you take. I see the past roll down your cheek upon the river down south. I see the future grow beneath your roots, itching to find the sun again– dying to blossom new flowers that go down to your mouth.
I see roads to new countries forged through fire in your veins, a pathway to heaven, an army through hell. I see the way to the end, the start of the beginning. I see the new, the old, the fury. The lethargic, the losing, the winning.
I see new lives in each freckle above your eye, one for each battered child, one for each broken sky.
—  to you i plead: do not cry, a.c.

// Substance

>> Felix is afraid of nothing.

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It was easy to forget that the only thing separating him and his partner from the black abyss of space was nothing more than the heavy steel walls of the ship. Once, Felix had thought that spending so much time in one of these things would go one of two ways: either he’d go stir-crazy and kill someone within a month, or he’d grow to love it.

In the end, it was neither.

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Tips for Second Year

Hey guys I’ve been really slacking on real posts lately because I’m actually on summer break and in denial that I’m a med student. But I thought I would put this post together on some things I did second year and some things I didn’t do but wish I did (mostly in terms of studying/being prepared to start Step One studying). 

Warning-this post turned out pretty long…..sorry?

1. Pathoma. In case you have missed me talking about him before, Dr. Sattar is the love of my life. I bought Pathoma because people the year ahead of me told me they wished they had used it before starting to study for boards. I actually wish I would have bought it first year to use it for my Foundations of Medicine class and Neuro. Not only did it help when it came to board studying, Pathoma saved my ass for my actual classes a few times. For every great professor you have, you have about 2 shitty/mediocre ones, and I learned more from Pathoma than I did from them. I would listen to the chapter at the beginning of the block (or split it up to listen to parts I knew we would learn about that week), and then I would listen to it again at double speed the night before my test. And not that you will need more reasons to love Dr. Sattar, but one of my classmates found this gem: 

2. Uworld/any Qbank. Ok so I waited until 3 months from my Step One exam date to buy Uworld, because I knew myself and I knew I probably wouldn’t use it before then because I’m definitely in the “less is more” camp when it comes to study materials. However, I did use it in my last block (GI) and after doing that I kind of wish I had used it all year. I actually really enjoyed doing the questions and they have great explanations. Obviously the questions didn’t cover all my class material but it was still a great study tool plus the more questions you do the more set you’re going to be for boards studying. However, some people I knew basically just studied for boards all second year instead of for classes. My advice is not to do that. Remember that there is more to med school than boards. Your actual course grades do matter and I just had to trust that my professors (and our new curriculum) were going to prepare me well.

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One Up

Crowley imagine requested by ghostbeanie! “Hello! I come bearing a fluffy Crowley request. :3 How about one where the reader and Crowley have a child, and one day, the reader finds him and their kid adorably mock-arguing with each other? Like, Crowley boasts about his accomplishments through history and the kid says something like ‘I drew a dinosaur with my eyes closed’, sort of like that one scene in Jerry Maguire. :)) I hope this makes for a lot of cuteness potential. ;D Love your work, as always!” Well, aren’t you just the sweetest cutiepie to ever grace the Earth. Thank you so much! I’ve never seen Jerry Maguire, but I (hopefully) have enough information from this request to kind of… roll with it. This imagine has been edited for reposting to add a few details here and there where I skimped out originally writing this. Hope you like it!

Traveling back and forth between two universes so starkly contrasting each other took a toll on your mortal body, your fatigue increasing, at times, to levels where you were positive you were no more than a corpse wandering through the veil separating Earth and Hell. Despite the hardships, you refused to accept the King’s offers to… how he said, ‘tweak’ your mortality, choosing to remain human regardless of your association to the demons you walked among. Your joints ached, screaming in protest despite their youth, their condition weakened by the marathon journey to your home away from home, your bones hollowed, the clean air around you peeling away to smog, wind thick with blazing embers, glowing orange sparks scorching your hair where they met, the clouds above more silt than vapor, a canopy of heavy ebony murk looming above, the familiar suffocating atmosphere reeking of smoke and agony. You sighed, relaxing into the discomfort, your feet shifting towards the gate guarding an archaic palace, candles flickering in the slivers of great stone archers windows, obsidian walls gleaming in the false sunlight with a black malice you’d come to anticipate like a child on their first trip to Disneyland. Well, Hell was no amusement park… the unburnt pathway to Crowley’s abode glimmered, enticing you, inviting you forward, your feet obeying your fervent desire to see your family once more, even if it meant taking a handful of staggered trips to the Underworld every few days. You wouldn’t lie, there was no place you enjoyed more than Crowley’s palace, the silken sheets welcoming you in, the marble flooring echoing your footsteps, announcing your approach to everyone who dared listen, the hectic style of your life adding an enjoyable chaos that your life up top lacked. The demons guarding the palace gates stepped aside, recognizing your face and allowing you pass (they’d learned the hard way that barring your entry resulted in… replacement), your weary feet taking you towards the open doors of the glitzier end of Hell… the royal palace.

Upon passing through the gleaming obsidian doors, the burden Hell seemed to constantly push down onto your shoulders lifted as if you’d discarded a leaden jacket; the interior was separate from the suffering of the outside, everything from the scent to the clarity of the air cleansing itself as soon as you stepped over the threshold, the doors clanging shut in your wake. You inhaled slowly, allowing your lungs to fill with the breathable air, an adjustment Crowley had happily made for the ease of your visits. It made no difference to the demons the quality of the air, but you could barely enjoy your visits when you were occupied with choking down the gaseous smog, thus, Crowley had obliged to a purer palace circulatory system. You dusted the smoldering ashes from your clothing, the palms of your hands warming from the close contact to the remains of an eternal fire as you dashed the glowing particles away, bits of grimy dust falling to the polished marble flooring, demons around you tipping their heads, paying due respect to the mother of the crown prince of Hell. You offered a smile, the heels of your boots shattering echoes from the stone beneath your feet to the reaching columns of multifaceted marble, your chest filling with a growing glee at the familiarity of the action, of the promise of happiness mere steps away, the milky stone twining with the ebony claws of obsidian rock, its mangled edges untamable. This was the Hell of nightmares, the glimmering stone torchieres sending wisps of thin black smoke upward to the arched ceilings, a mockery of every Gothic cathedral you’d ever seen, converted before your eyes to house the greatest evil imaginable, the smoke forming an ethereal, if morbid, sort of mist against the ceiling’s fresco, which was a painted depiction of Lucifer’s descent. You waltzed towards the thrones, your eyes locking on the little dark-haired boy occupying your grand chair, tubby toddler’s fingers plucking at the shimmering tassled cushions as his father snickered, his head moving to nuzzle into the young boy’s neck, the little boy giggling, the joyful sound reverberating along the hall. You grinned, jogging up the marble steps, Crowley’s face lighting up upon taking you in, moving to stand, his arms extended towards you.

“Ah, if it isn’t my queen! We’ve missed you,” he smiled, pulling you into an embrace, his hands spreading warmth to your back as he secured you to his body, his lips buried in your hair, every exhale disturbing the strands atop your head. “How are you, my love?” You grinned, pulling away to peck his lips, his teeth snagging on your bottom lip, sealing you to him in a longer, deeper kiss than you had originally intended, your son making his objections to his parents’ intimacy as loudly as he could, a chorus of ‘yuck!’s erupting as Crowley laughed into your lips, his tongue running along your lower lip once more, your face sizzling. His lips ducked to your ear. “How long are you staying, darling?” You smiled, pressing your lips to his a final time. He pulled away, his hand remaining on your back as your body bent to lift the toddler into your arms, the little boy’s hands clasping around your neck, squishing his face into your neck, pressing his love into your very skin. You spun, his legs wrapping around your ribcage as you sat on your throne, the spindly obsidian armrests cooling your elbows, your little boy bouncing in your lap.

“I’m better, now that I’m here.” You replied, answering his first inquiry before tackling his second. “It depends… how’s that alternate entrance coming along?” you joked, watching Crowley’s eyes burst with apologies and humour. The little boy lifted his head from your shoulder, innocent (though, with a father like Crowley and an atmosphere such as this, you were sure that would change. You had both vowed to ensure he remained as level-headed as was… half-humanely possible) chocolate eyes staring up at you from behind a fringe of dark, thick lashes, his dimples pocketing his chubby cheeks as he smiled. A rogue strand of black hair dangled in the middle of his forehead, which you tucked back behind his ear with the tip of your fingers. “Hey, you! Did you miss me?” you smiled, your index finger tapping his nose, the little boy’s face crinkling in glee as he giggled.

“Yes, Mommy!” he laughed, his eyes popping open, excitement shining from his face like a sun. God, it’d only been two days since you’d last seen him, how much had he changed? Perhaps it was just your mind playing tricks on you, the constant departure tugging at your heartstrings. You ran a hand through the untidy mop of coal-coloured hair, marveling at it’s feather soft texture, the strands shining in the firelight. Beautiful… he was beautiful. He wriggled out from beneath your touch, his hand tugging on the collar of your shirt, impatience filtering down the bloodlines from father to son. You brought your head down, his hand bridging the space between his lips and your ear, chubby fingers resting against your cheek as he whispered. “Can you tell Daddy my picture is better than his?” he pleaded, his eyes softening with his request, turning to face your king, your own gaze following his to find Crowley shaking his head with dramatic fervor, eyes sparkling on yours.

“No, no, mine was better, love.” Upon seeing your confused expression, he ducked his head, leaning towards you, his face turned towards the back of the throne room to prohibit his son from reading his lips, his stubble scratching your cheek. “We’ve been arguing all day. He’ll make a great politician, you just wait. The Mona Lisa. Kid thinks he’s got me beat.” he explained, sticking his tongue out at your son, who mirrored him to a tee, his small teeth forming a grin beyond full lips.

“But, but,” your child took a deep breath, preparing for the continuation of his sentence, your eyes flickering to Crowley, whose face was overrun with joy, watching your son argue the value of his scribbles. “Daddy, you never drew the Moan of Lisa. You just made a deal!” he insisted, Crowley raising his hands in mock defeat.

“He’s right, I only fueled the old bloke’s talent. That’s got to count for something, though, doesn’t it? Help me out, darling.” he whined, your child placing his palms against your cheeks, dragging your attention back to him, chocolate irises alight with concern and glory. You feinted contemplation, your hands grasping your son’s, bringing them together between you, clapping them twice as your face scrunched in comic uncertainty.

“Hmm… do I get to see this masterpiece of yours? Or do I have to assume it’s a work of art?” You snickered, your son turning to fish a scrap of paper from between your golden cushion and the pitch black of your throne, his hands returning with the crumbled picture that was supposedly more beautiful than DaVinci’s Mona Lisa, pressing the paper into your waiting palm. You unfolded the wrinkles, gazing down at a charcoal smudge that had clearly once been a stick-figure woman, darker lines among the smokey streaks outlining a triple-pointed crown atop a triangle dress, lines sprouting from the rough circle dropping to about the length of your hair. A jagged line formed your smile, your twig of an arm extended to hold another smudgy figure’s hand, a matching crown topping his head, the man toting a small koala-esque figure on his hip.

“See, Mommy, that’s you and that’s Daddy and Daddy has me because you were just coming home, but look! The ceiling has the curves it does right, right there,” he paused, fingers probing the sky, showing you the arches above, “and your hair is the way you like it and I put you in your favourite dress, the one Daddy made for you, and look! That was the day we played hide and seek in the throne room because I put your chairs in the back, see?” he mumbled, his finger jabbing at each individual detail with the enthusiasm of a scientist who had just discovered the cure to a rampant disease. The skyline was dotted with little sunbursts that you could only assume were the lights, prongs extending from the orbs must have been your child’s geometric take on flames. You grinned at the family portrait, your gaze lifting to Crowley’s, whose hand reached for your unoccupied fingers, the warmth of his palm spreading heat to yours as your fingers intertwined. He winked, biting down on his lips as he waited for your verdict.

“Well,” you huffed, staring down at the boy in your lap, his eager face also awaiting your decision. “I’m sorry, Crowley, but I think he’s got you beat. I mean, the technique alone is better than whatever that old man put together. See? Eyebrows,” you joked, voice completely professional, Crowley rolling his eyes at your well-timed humor, “I think we have a winner with this one.” you smiled, waving the paper as your son bounced in your lap, his arms encircling your neck once more, crushing the air from your throat, his little feet pounding against your thighs. Crowley laughed aloud, the both of you listening to your son’s chants of victory, his tiny lips pecking into your eyelid in an affectionate thanking, Crowley diving in to add his own kiss to your cheek. The road may have been difficult, but this was the reason you struggled back. You held your little family close, Crowley’s stubble prickling against your ear as he whispered his sweet nothings to you, your son clutching his artwork to his chest, explaining every detail to you as you listened, your voice occasionally perking up to compliment his skill, Crowley’s delectable eyes staring back at you from a separate face.

“Welcome home, darling.” Your lover whispered into your ear, your head tilting to rest against his shoulder, your son plucking at the golden tassels as he retold the day’s events in full detail, the three of you laughing at his adventures, drawn to him like moths to a flame, the little prince bouncing joyously, his family reunited once more. You sighed, content, relaxing into Crowley’s arm, the armrest biting into your ribs in the process, your son beaming up at you every few seconds, holding his recreated family to his chest as if it were his most valued possession. Crowley pecked at your cheek, his breath disturbing your hair. “Welcome home.”

Much Ado About Kylo Ren

I think that a crucial part of understanding Star Wars VII is also unlearning our idealization of golden era canon and recognizing Han, Leia, and Luke as human. Human beings that can have good intentions but make mindblowingly colossal mistakes. Remember that the pathway to hell, reminiscent of Anakin with the creation of the Empire for Padme, is paved with good intentions.

If you look at a number of things in the script, novelization, and take a part the film after a good 2 - 4 viewings you can see that Han and Leia fucked up with Ren. Just plainly fucked-him-up. It’s established numerous times in the film that Han is emotionally distant and runs away from conflict, aka, his family problems. Ran so hard in the opposite direction that Maz, in her thousand years of age, had to tell him to go home and to stop being such a cowardly piss baby. Then all of Han’s and Leia’s dialogue put us in the middle of an ongoing conversation, that was apparently had a thousand times, about dealing with their ‘problematic’ child.

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Is this Happening? Chapter 20

Is this Happening?

A Harry Styles Imagine Series


HELLO! ALL MY BEAUTIFUL & LOVELY READERS! This is the final chapter of the ‘Is this Happening?’ Imagine Series! I hope you like it! Be sure to read what’s coming up AFTER this series :]

Warning: There is SMUT in this chapter.


Chapter 20: I Love You, Harry Styles.

Harry’s POV

What the hell?

“Go back by myself?” I questioned.

“Yes! Just trust me okay?” Madeline nodded her head with a huge smile on her face which was red from the champagne that she had been drinking for the last hour.

I hugged Madeline, “Alright, be safe. See you later then?”

“Nope! I won’t be home tonight! Oliver and I are going to another party now! But you two have fun!” Madeline winked.

I gave Madeline a confused look then said my goodbyes to her, Oliver and my friends then headed towards their condo.

Why would Y/N go back to her condo without me?

I had no idea what was going on, I was getting frustrated as I made my way back, alone. There were so many drunk people including me, so I was constantly being bumped into, which made me even angrier. I kept trying to call her, but it just would ring once then send me to voicemail, which meant her phone was on ‘do not disturb.’

Damn it! Why was she ignoring me?! FUCK.

Almost 45 minute later when I finally reached her building, I was already sobering up from the frustration. On the elevator ride up, I took deep breathes and tried to calm myself down not wanting to blow up at her for leaving me.

Your POV

Madeline finally texted me back.

Madeline: Harry’s on his way back to our place! Good luck!

Me: Thanks! Oh god… I’m shaking. I’m so fucking nervous!

Madeline: You can do it, I believe in you! <3

I saw that Harry tried to call me again.

Damn that’s the 10th missed call.

I felt so bad, but I didn’t want to ruin anything. I locked my phone and threw it on the couch. I started picking on the sleeve of the red dress Madeline made, I felt so nervous as I sat there waiting for Harry to come back.

Everything was ready. Tonight is the night I show Harry how I feel; that I trust him, that I love him. My stomach was churning, my head was spinning, my hands were shaking and sweating.

“You can do this Y/N. You can do this.” I exhaled slowly.

“You love him, you can’t be afraid anymore.”

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Harry’s POV

As I unlocked the latch, I swung the door open and the back of it slammed into the wall. It was completely dark with the exception of two rows of candles making a pathway  on the floor leading into the living room.

“What… the hell… is happening?” I breathed.

There were poster boards hanging down from the ceiling.

I closed the door behind me and locked it, I then heard a guitar beginning to play a familiar tune, all frustration I had felt seconds ago was gone and nervousness started to take over.

What… is all this?

I took a few steps and read the first poster board on my left.

  • Happy New Year’s Harry!

Then I continued to the next one which was few more steps further in.

  • I know that you feel like I don’t trust you…

“Oh my god,” I started smiling; she copied this from Love Actually. I continued.

  • It took me a while, so thank you for being patience.

I couldn’t stop smiling. I felt my heart beginning to race as I slowly followed the pathway of candles.

  • You mean so much to me and I know that I can trust you with all my heart.

I was now in the living room, there was a poster sitting on an easel. The feeling of happiness was taking over.

  • There’s something that I need to show you.

The candles illuminated a path towards the east wing of the condo to the next poster.

  • Please don’t say anything until I’m done.

I was then at the entrance of the room that Y/N said once was storage, and then empty another time… Hmmm.

  • Harry, seriously, this is nerve wrecking for me.

I couldn’t stop smiling. I slowly step foot into the room to find Y/N sitting on a stool, the whole room was  surrounded by candles, and I realized that she was one playing the guitar.

She plays…? Since… when?

The last poster was sitting against the stool by her feet.

  • Just sit on the couch and listen, okay?

As I slowly made my way towards the couch, I could hear my heart beating louder. Y/N looked really nervous but at the same time very passionate as she played the guitar. I quickly looked around the dark room lit by nothing but candles and was able to make out a recording microphone, a camera, guitars hanging on the wall behind the couch and a small black baby grand in the corner, it was a definitely not ‘just an empty’ room.

I sat down directly in front of her on the couch and noticed that she had changed into a short red dress which showed off her incredible legs, and a lot of cleavage. Her hair was curled and draped over her shoulders. She looked… FLAWLESS. I felt myself getting nervous, my throat dried, and my palms started sweating.

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My eyes finally met hers and she smiled at me, “This song’s for you.”

When your legs don’t work like they used to before
And I can’t sweep you off of your feet

Why does her voice…? My eyes grew wide.

Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love
Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks

She’s… she’s… oh my god, she’s…

Cause darling I will be loving you ‘til we’re seventy

My hand came up to my mouth as my jaw dropped.

And baby my heart could still fall as hard at twenty-three

She’s Heartstrings. My mind begun to spin. She was singing with so much passion, I hung on every single word.

And I’m thinking ‘bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe just the touch of a hand

She’s THE Heartstrings. My cheeks started hurting because I was smiling so wide.

Oh me I fall in love with you every single day
And I just wanna tell you I am

I felt my heart beat faster and my stomach was feeling massive amounts of butterflies. This is how she feels about me?

So baby now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
I’m thinking out loud
Maybe, we found love right where we are

My heart skipped a beat. As I watched Y/N sing, I was in awe, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, what I was hearing. I felt a goosebumps raise on every inch of body, she sounded amazing.

When my hair’s all but gone and my memory fades
And the crowds don’t remember my name
When my hands don’t play the strings the same way, mm
I know you will still love me the same

In this moment, I felt myself fall in love with her all over again.

‘Cause honey your soul can never grow old, it’s evergreen
Baby your smile’s forever in my mind and memory

I don’t know if it was possible to love someone this much, but I felt like my heart was going to burst.

I’m thinking ‘bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe it’s all part of a plan
I’ll just keep on making the same mistakes
Hoping that you’ll understand

She finally trusts me. I felt tears forming in my eyes. This is what she was afraid to show me… She trusts me.

But baby now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Oh darling, place your head on my beating heart
I’m thinking out loud
That maybe we found love right where we are, oh

A few tears started falling from my face I quickly wiped them away when she looked up and winked at me. My heart skipped a beat, I felt myself becoming overwhelmed with happiness and love. I was shaking.

I am so deeply in love with her, more than she even realizes.

As she strummed the very last chord, I immediately stood up and she put her guitar down and smiled at me, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her like there was no tomorrow.

She finally broke the kiss to catch her breath; she brushed my hair away from my face as I wiped the few tears that were falling down her cheeks. She looked up into my eyes and said the words that I’ve been so patiently waiting to hear.

“I love you Harry Styles.”

Your POV

The biggest smile slowly formed on Harry’s as he heard me tell him I loved him. He pulled me back in and captured my mouth with his and kissed me as if his life depended on it.

I felt Harry’s hand slowly travel down my back, he stopped at my bottom and gave it a small squeeze which made me giggle. He then slightly bent his knees and lifted me up off the ground, wrapping my legs around his waist.

As he carried me across the condo, I kissed, licked and sucked his neck, knowing that there would be dark marks there in the morning. I then nibbled on his ear and he let out a loud moan as he kicked my door open.

Harry slowly put me down on the ground as he crashed his lips into mine again, his hands never leaving my body and making their way slowly up. One hand he tangled into my hair and another he used to pull me into him.

I lightly bit his bottom lip and he forced his tongue into mine and moaned. I slowly began unbuttoning the rest of shirt and pushed it and his jacket off onto the floor.

I slowly traced my hand over every muscle on Harry’s chest and abdomen, my fingers toyed with his belt and I felt him beginning to get hard as he continued to kiss me.

Harry made his way down to my neck and began licking and sucking as I took off his belt and unbuttoned his pants. His fingers began fumbling with the button in the back of my dress, trying to undo it. As he gently peeled off my dress, he slowly kissed my neck, my shoulder then collarbone and slipped the lace off my arms.

When my dress finally fell to the ground, he realized I didn’t have a single thing on underneath. He stared at my body as he bit his bottom lip and whispered, “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

Harry lowered me down on the bed, kicked off his shoes and stripped off his pants and boxers, releasing his erection. My eyes grew as I gazed at him, I immediately felt nervous, but he smiled then lowered his body over mine and began kissing me again.

Minutes later, Harry lips left mine and slowly made their way down, to my breast, as he licked and sucked on each of them, his fingers slowly made their way to my core. My hand was tangled in his hair and the other was gripping on his arm. His fingers slid down and touched my core, and I dug my nails into his arm as I let out a loud moan.

When he felt how wet I was, he moaned, it turned him on even more and his lips made its way back to mine. Harry slowly slipped one finger inside me.

“Oh god, Harry…” I exhaled.

He pulled back and watched my reaction as he slipped another finger in.

“Fuck!” Both hands flew to my sheets and I gripped them. My stomach began churning and my head spun.

Harry watched me as he slowly slipped his finger in and out, my breathing became labored and I began moaning into chest as I slowly kissed his left sparrow tattoo.

Harry dipped his head and kissed my neck as he continued slipping his finger in and out of me. After a few moments, his thumb began rubbing my clit and I squirmed and lightly bit his arm and he let out a loud moan.

Harry pulled his fingers out and sucked my juices off his fingers, I stared at him with wide eyes, watching him turned me on even more. I pulled Harry on top of me and he repositioned himself.

He looked into my eyes, “I’ve been dying to make love to you Y/N.”

“Then make love to me Harry,” I pulled his head down and kissed him passionately.

Harry looked into my eyes as his supported himself over me, placing one of his hands on the side of my shoulder, and the other he gripped himself. I felt the tip of Harry’s cock at my entrance and as he slowly slipped in, he let out a loud groan.

I yelped. Harry was big and it had been years for me.

“Fuck you’re so tight.” Harry exhaled as he place his other hand on my side.

I winced from the pain, I felt a tear forming.

“Are you okay?” Harry’s voice was gentle as he lightly kissed my lips.

I closed my eyes and nodded, giving him permission to continue.

Harry slowly moved in and out and the pain soon turned to pleasure, low guttural moans escaped from both our mouths, feeling him inside me sent shivers down my spine and I felt my nipples harden.

As Harry continued grinding his hips harder into mines and my sounds became louder. Our breathing became more labored and harsh. I lifted my legs and wrapped it around his waist, bringing his body closer to mine.

My hands gripped Harry’s back for support as he continued slowly sliding himself inside me, my nails made long red marks all down his back from the pleasure.

My teeth grazed against his arm and then he pounded deeper inside me. I bit down on his biceps and he grunted, enjoying the pain, I traced over the place bit with my tongue.

“Ha-Harry…” I kept moaning his me. I felt tingling sensations build throughout my whole body. Harry’s breathing and moaning made my head spin. He traced a line between my breasts with his tongue, making my body naturally arch into his.

Harry’s lips crashed back into mines as he changed the pace. I could feel that I was close, but I wasn’t ready to finish.

I grabbed Harry’s shoulder and flipped us over.

“Whoa,” Harry was shocked by my actions but he let out a seductive smile and bit his bottom lip as he gazed at my body in front of him.

I had never done this before, so I was nervous. I placed my hands on his chest, steading myself and lowered down on top of his cock.

“Fuck!” I yelled as I took all of Harry.

Harry groaned as his hands flew to my waist, “Fuck Y/N!”

I began swiveling my waist in circles. Harry laid his head back and closed his eyes and let out a loud moan.

My hands went behind me and gripped the back of his thighs for support as I picked up the pace.

“Fuck Y/N, I’m going to cum if you- if you- keep doing that,” Harry stuttered then eyes opened and watched me. He bit his lip as his hands came down to my thighs, then shot up, squeezing my right breast.

I continued by rocking myself back and forth, I felt myself coming close.

“Har-Harry- I’m coming.” I moaned loudly.

“Come for me baby,” He pulled me down by my neck, locking his eyes into mine.

My body became overwhelmed with waves of pleasure as he commanded. I felt a burst of tingling sensations from my head to my toes as I screamed his name. Hearing his name echo off the walls turned him on even more.

As I slowly came back from my orgasm trying to catch my breath, Harry flipped me back over and entered inside me again.

He kissed me urgently, as he grinded his hips into mine again. He sat up on his knees and pulled my legs above his shoulder as he pounded deeper into me.

“FUCK!” Harry groaned then he kissed the inside of my legs, licking and sucking, as he continued thrusting, and I felt myself coming close again.

“Harry! God, Harry I’m going to-“

“I’m close baby,” Harry breathed loudly.

Simultaneously, both our bodies felt waves of pleasure as we both came undone. My toes curled and Harry bit his bottom lip as he groaned. I felt his juices spill into me as his thrusts slowed. He whimpered as his head rested in between my neck and shoulder. He gave one last thrust and collapsed on top of me.

After we both caught our breath, he propped himself.

“I love you Y/N.” He smiled as he placed a kiss on my nose, I could see him glisten in the moonlight.

“I love you too Harry.”

Harry lazily rolled off of me and pulled me onto his chest.

For a moment we were both silent, until Harry’s eyes grew wide with panic.

“Fuck. I didn’t use a condom!” He hit his forehead.

I bursted out into laughter, “Really that’s the first thing you think of after we have sex?”

He stretch his lips back, making a dorky smile showing his full teeth, but I saw the panic in his eyes, “Sorry…”

“Good thing I got on birth control a couple months ago.” I giggled as I kissed his cheek.

Harry propped himself back up on his elbow and grinned, “You did?”

“Well yeah, after the weekend in L.A., I knew I had to take precautions just, you know, in case.” I licked my lips.

“I see,” Harry clicked his tongue, “so I was just so sexy, you had to ready for yourself for my body.” Harry joked.

“Oh shut up,” I pulled Harry’s lips down into mine.

And we made love again.

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The sun was brightly shining into my room. As I slowly stirred awake, I felt Harry tracing my back with his fingers as I laid facing down on my stomach, my arms underneath my pillow.

“Good morning beautiful.” He smiled as he brushed my hair away from my face.

“Have you been watching me sleep?” I lifted my head and kissed his chest.

He placed kisses on my shoulder, “Yeah, I like watching you sleep, you look… so adorable. You do this thing, with your nose and it makes me all happy inside.”

I shook my head into the pillow and giggled.

“Last night was… incredible.” He breathed.

He turned my head towards him and slowly kissed me. Harry’s lips made their way down my back as he traced my naked body with his fingers.

I felt Harry’s hand spread my legs as he touched my core from behind, he was surprised that I was already wet.

He began kissing me again, as he positioned himself on top of me from behind, I felt his morning erection and smirked.

He pulled his lips from mine and placed kisses all over my back as his fingers spread my folds and slipped in.

“Harry!” I moaned into my pillow and propped myself up on my elbows.

“I love you,” Harry breathed, he replaced his fingers with his cock and I let out a deep groan as I bit my lips. I will never get over that sensation of him first slipping into me.

After 20 minutes, Harry collapsed on top of me as with both came back down from our orgasm.

He kissed my back several times before he rolled off of me, catching his breath.

For a moment we were both quiet, not a word was spoken, the only sounds we could hear was our breathing and then slowly as our hearts steadied, the cars, people and trains in the streets.

Then Harry let out a soft chuckled.

“What?” I asked as I propped myself up on my elbows.

He turned his face towards me and grinned.

“I can’t wait to see the look on Niall’s face when I tell him who you are.”

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I love you all so very very much, I wouldn’t have been motivated to write without all the love and support from my lovely readers! You guys are all amazing! <3 I can’t express into words how happy you all make me when I recieve messages about my imagine series!

Thank you all again!

Be sure to read the drabbles, Love Happened. They are of events that happened before the sequel. You can find them on the ‘Is this Happening?’ master post.

Love & Misadventures: a sequel to Is this Happening?

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