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Home away from home P1

Happy Lowman  x Reader

Warnings: Not much yet..

For my friend @homicidalteenagedream I got your back chica. ^_^

You stepped off the plane, pulling down your sunglasses. Dressed in a pencil skirt and white blouse tucked in with a black lace bra underneath. You walked down to the tarmack. Your mother behind you as well as your sister. You owned a flourishing business that delt with security. You where prim and proper in tell the motorcycles showed, than you where a badass old lady who took shit from no one. “Hunny, I am so excited to meet your boyfriend.” You mother gave you a warm reassuring smile. You smiled to her kissing her cheek. Your sister who was about 19 years old looked around. “Holy shit is it hot.” “Welcome to California!” You chuckled out. “Who are they?” Your sister looked over. You smirked “My second family.” You watched as Happy briskly walked over to you, a slight smirk plastered against his face. “Baby girl..” He hugged you tightly twirling you around. He kissed you deeply, setting you back down. He held your hand as you walked over to your family. “Happy Lowman, this is mom and Gracie.” Happy held out a hand to shake your mothers. She swatted it away and gave him a huge hug. Happy freezing slightly. “Hello son, my daughter tells me a lot about you.” she whispered even closer to your ear so you could not here. “You may have the bad biker thing going, but I know how to kill someone with no evidence.. hurt her and I promise you will disappear.” Your mother patted his back, “Wonderful to finally meet you!” Happy smirked a bit, this is where you got not only your looks but your killer attitude from. Happy turned to Gracie who looked him up and down and nodded to him. “Hey.” She waved to him a bit. “Whats up?” Happy replied. You four walked over to the rest of the club. “Mom, Gracie, this is Jax, club president.” Jax walked over, kissing your mothers cheek and hugging Gracie. “This is Juice. The tech head and gamer.” “Favorite video game?” Gracie smiled speaking to Juice. “Mortal Combat.” They spoke at the same time. Juice hugged your mom and kissed Gracies cheek. “This is Tig, the pervert.” “Hey doll, not nice..” “She isn’t lying Kozik laughed. “Hello Lass, I am Chibs..” Chibs spoke up staring at your mother. Your mom smiling to him. Chibs kissed her hand gently. “I love a man with an accent.” Your mom whispered. You face palmed sighing. “Aright, this is Kozik, Bobby, Opie” replying quickly. “Give me a cig please..” You walked away as everyone followed. Happy chuckled handing you one. “Please tell me by the end of this Chibs will not shag my mother and Juice and Gracie will not hook up..” Happy shrugged still chuckling. “I might have to kill them…” 

“Here mom, here is keys to a car and to the condo.” You handed her keys and felt Happys arms wrap around your waist. “I got church, I will be back later.” You felt a slight nip against your neck. You smiled at him and nodded. “Bye baby.” You kissed his cheek. He slyly grabbed your ass and walked out the door.

The family got settled into there rooms, Gracie poking her head into your office as you where on the phone closing a deal. Hanging up the phone you smiled seeing your growing sister. “Hey hunny, whats up?” Grace smiled at you and sat on the couch in your office. “Not much. Do you like living in Charming? With all the bikers?” chuckling a bit you looked nodded. “It is ok. I still travel a lot. It is nice to have a place to call home however.” your sister nodded. “Why?” “Well, because I was thinking about coming to school in Cali. I always wanted to be a tattoo artist and well.. It would be nice to see my sister more.”  “I would love to see you often. There is always a room for you here. Speaking of tattoos. Happy is the clubs tattoo artist. Want me to ask him to teach you?” Gracies eyes went wide with excitement. “YES!”

Winter Wonderland

Standing outside of her childhood home for the first time in three years was a surreal feeling. Life had taken her to impressive places, but being able to breath for at least the week was a change. Ever since leaving she hadn’t looked back: taking every opportunity and turning every stone. Acting wasn’t an easy career path to establish yourself in, but now her face was on billboards and screens everywhere promoting her new movie. With her suitcase in hand she knocked on the door of her home awaiting her families open arms, and ready to apologize for not coming home sooner. 

anonymous asked:

imagine Denmark playing around with one of Norway's magic books after watching Harry Potter and since it's all written in magic language he doesn't know that is says "NEVER summon this demon" and of course he accidentally summons the demon. The demon takes over Denmark and starts wrecking his body from inside when Norway comes home. The demon stops messing around with Denmark's body and instead starts acting like him. It takes Norway out for a date and then when they get home (p1)

(p2) it pulls a knife out on Norway BUT Norway pulls out a charm that burns the demon, because Norway knows Denmark better than anyone and was able to tell the minute he got home that something wasn’t right. He nails the charm and several like it into Denmark’s body so he’s able to exorcise the demon. it’s Denmark who opens his eyes this time and starts coughing up blood and apologizing and Norway just kisses him and calls him an idiot and brings him (p2)

(p3) to the hospital and den gets better and nor starts locking up his books forever

The Beautiful Disaster

One week; 7 days, 168 hours, 10.080 excruciating minutes. An interval Clementine almost couldn’t bear. Time was passing slowly, sluggishly like the movements of attempting to chew stringy meat. She absolutely hated it. No one could fill the vacancy in her heart that diffused in every pore of her body since the day her sister was executed.  She didn’t know how, but  she had found a way to feel the least bit of emotion. The worst part was that there wasn’t even a decent reason for it to happen. Clementine thought there was actually an improvement regarding to her sister’s curiosity, or at least her stopping from trying to get answers as to why they couldn’t feel but she was making this figment up to reassure herself.  To act like everything was going to be alright. “You idiot, Clementine.” She muttered through gritted teeth in a strident pitch as her mocha orbs reflected a picture of a happy couple, glancing at each other in absolute admiration. Sometimes it made her want to smile, to think that she wasn’t the only one clinging to hope. But she couldn’t in which she hadn’t.

Inside the manor, the walls were wainscoted gray marble; the floors covered in dark tile; the fourteen-foot ceiling of the first floor presented in pressed tin. The dark colors and gabled windows gave the mansion a mysterious, gothic, feel. Through the Entrance Lobby led a hallway, which led to a subsequent lobby comprised of three sets of double doors facing south, east, and west, which lead to the dining room, basement, and picture gallery—which was casually used as a billiard room for company—respectively. The kitchen also communicated to another set of double doors which led outside, towards the separate kitchen and servant’s quarters, which was comprised of a small, one story stone cabin. In the basement, a large library formed an inner apartment connected to the drawing room of the same dimensions. Clementine sauntered towards his fathers office, completed documents in hand.

Clementine sauntered around the manor, still amazed each time she came in. She was late, but hoped that his father was still around. Her family, the Freyson’s, have been working for this family quite some time now. They worked for the 'Order,’ a government group that had run the whole system, but their family was by far the most educated. In which after much convincing and proving loyalty, their family was welcomed with open arms. Though everyone was weary of the lower class, even them. Clementine made her way up the steps, an exasperated sigh surpassing her lips. Her fingers curled into a first, knocking on the door as she quirked a brow. “Hello?” she said, opening the door and caught sight of him, instead. “I see you’ve set aside this time to make yourself present. Where’s your father, I wanted to meet him.” Though Clementine had already known he wasn’t here, in which she contemplated going back home.

I want to kiss your face and always hold your hand.

My love, oh how I would live for you. Yes, not die. I want to live for you and with you and I want to love you for the rest of time.

I want you to be home. I want to see your smile and feel all the warmth that being under the covers, curled up against you, brings me just from that. I want to make you coffee and maybe not food because we know I’ll burn the house down, but I want to try. I want to be by your side for the rest of my life.

Damn you, my love. You are my stars and I want to do nothing more than be your sky.

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