another one of a kind zine made for a beautiful pal! i made this collage zine for Jonnine for their birthday. their actual present is the stick & poke tattoo design of ‘mulder it’s me’ that i’m going to give them… i just got a bit carried away presenting the designs i’d done lol.
copies of this aren’t for sale, but you can shop my other zines in my etsy store!
Author’s Note: This is a Happy Lowman imagine requested by a wonderful Nonny from the prompt meme #’s 85 and 98 (as always the quotes will be in italics.) Sorry it’s super late! Hope you enjoy! This imagine is rated T+ for language and mention of alcohol.
P.S If you want added to my general tag list (for imagines, and updates to multi-chapter stories, please let me know, I don’t want to tag people who have no interest, thanks!)
“Hey Gem,” my voice
carries across the TM parking lot, and with a smile Gemma raises a hand and
waves. I try to hide the worry but when Gemma’s eyes narrow in on my face I
know I can’t hide anything from her.
“What’s wrong?” Gemma
asks handing coming to rest on her hips.
“Have you seen
Happy? He didn’t come last night,” my hands instinctively go to the chain I wear
around my neck. It’s a simple little chain that Happy got me on a run, I’ve
worn ever since.
“Party ran pretty
late last night, he probably drank too much and crashed in his dorm,” she says
and I nod knowing she’s probably right. “How are the twins?” she asks, hands coming
to rest on my extended belly where the Lowman twins are busy having a
somersaulting competition on my bladder.
“Restless,” I say,
and she laughs wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
“Come on let’s go
see if we can find your old man.”
We pick our way through the mess in the clubhouse, smiling
as I go. Tiggy’s passed out on a pool table, Juice behind a couch, Bobby still
has a bottle in his hand. The floor is littered with beer and liquor bottles
and I don’t even want to think about what else.
“I’m going to start some coffee,” Gemma murmurs and nodding I
make my way to Happy’s dorm. The door is half open and I smile when I see Happy’s
boot hanging off the bed.
“Happy,” I say pushing the door open, my blood running cold
when I see the half-naked woman draped across him. One of his arms is tucked
under his head the other resting low on her ass, and I feel sick, and it’s not
because of the baby’s I’m carrying. This is a sickness born of disbelief and
“What the fuck,” my voice raises causing the woman to jump,
hair disheveled as she looks around and Happy to his credit springs up like he’s
been shot up by a rocket, his eyes shifting from me to the girl standing in her
“Sweetie, what is it?” Gemma’s voice sounds from behind me, “Oh
“Who the fuck are you?” the disheveled woman asks accusingly
and I swear I see red, a veil of gauzy anger sliding over my eyes as I take a
step towards her.
“Babe, it’s not what it looks like,” Happy’s voice does nothing to help my rage
which is at a boiling point.
“Don’t you fucking
say a word,” I snap not even looking at him.
“Who the fuck are
you?” the woman demands again and I take another step towards her causing Happy
to scramble over the bed to get between us.
“Who the fuck am I?
Who the fuck am I? I’m his wife you stupid whore, that’s who I am,” I scream
and because it’s the closest thing to me I pick up the ashtray on the dresser
and fling it at her head, causing Happy to put his hands on my shoulders.
crazy lady!” the woman screams as she scrambles into her clothes, Happy keeping
a firm hold on me as I try to take a swipe at her.
“You’re lucky my
old man is here to hold me back!” I scream as she heads for the door, “trust
me you haven’t seen crazy!” I gain a small sense of satisfaction when Gemma
manages to grab the bitch by her hair, dragging her screaming down the hall.
hands come down to my shoulders and I jump, not wanting him to touch me.
“Don’t you fucking
touch me,” I scream whirling on him, my finger drilling into his chest. “Why
would you do this Happy, why? You swore this shit wouldn’t happen, you swore
when you married me that this shit wouldn’t happen! What is it huh? Is it
because of this?” I demand motioning to my pregnant belly. “Because news flash
buddy, you did this!”
“Babe, please calm
down,” Happy’s voice is mild, “you shouldn’t be getting all worked up like
“Oh don’t act like
you’re worried about me now Hap, lord knows you weren’t concerned about me last
night when you were getting your cock wet with that whore…”
“I didn’t fuck her,
I swear! I drank too much, came in here to lay down, passed out, and then you
woke me up,” he says and even though the voice of anger is loud in my head the
logical side of me takes in his appearance. His clothes are disheveled, but not
from sex, I know what that looks like, no his clothes are sleep disheveled.
through and because I have absolutely no control over my emotions I start
“No more parties
Hap, not until I have the twins. This pregnancy is making me crazy,” I say and
with a chuckle he drops his forehead to mine, hands coming to rest on my
“I hate to break it
to you babe, you were crazy before I knocked you up,” he says and smacking his
arm I let out a watery laugh.
“Shut up and take
me home Lowman, let me show you how crazy I can be.”
“and then pip’s lips are on fee’s in a deep kiss, as if they feed on one another, their fingers entwined in each other’s hair. and suddenly, I understand what I must have always known about them — the private talks, the close embraces, the tenderness of their friendship. a blush spreads across my neck at the thought. how could I not have seen it before?” - the sweet far thing by libba bray
I’ve done so many bad things in my life. Caused so much pain. I didn’t want that. But after a while, it was…it was just what I did. Then who I was. I loved my family. My boys. But I know that wasn’t enough.
Once upon a time there were four girls. One was pretty. One was clever. One charming, and one…one was mysterious. But they were all damaged, you see. Something not right about the lot of them. Bad blood. Big dreams. Oh, I left that part out. Sorry, that should have come before. They were all dreamers, these girls. One by one, night after night, the girls came together. And they sinned.”