Request from anon for a Happy x Reader using the following prompts:
#75 - “Can you stop poking me?!” “I’m not poking you.”
#81 - “It’s locked!” “You mean we’re stuck in here?”
#83 - “Hey! I was watching that!”
You make a sound of disgust as you pinch your nose with your thumb and index, spraying the air freshener aggressively. You understood when you came to Belfast that you weren’t going to be living in a five star hotel with luxurious facilities and chocolates left on your pillow, but still, you at least expected your company not to be complete pigs.
Satisfied that you’ve used enough spray to cover up the vulgar smell of shit, you wash your hands, before stomping your way to the living room. Currently, it was just you and your number one nemesis left in the residence, the others and Gemma having left for whatever reason a couple hours ago.
“Seriously, you didn’t think of spraying something to cover up the smell of death in that bathroom?” you scold as you reach the sofa, Happy sprawled out across it, his attention solely focused on the tiny TV in front of him.
He shushes you rudely, batting you away with his hands as you stand near his entertainment, him not giving a rats ass about what you’re saying. Scoffing, you turn around, yanking the TV plug out of its socket, sounds of annoyance leaving Happy’s lips.
“Hey! I was watching that!” he growls, standing up from his relaxed position and going to reach around you to put the plug back in. You push him backwards, raising your eyebrows sternly as you demand to be listened to. He shrugs his shoulders in question as he stares at you. “What?”
“Spray next time you shit, it’s that simple.” You glare at him as you wait for your message to sink in, Happy’s eyes in slits as he looks back at you. Once you’re satisfied, you flash him a sickly smile, walking to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea.
“You know, you might get fucked by an Irish man if you remove that stick that’s jammed up your ass.” Happy says, the TV restored to its previous state, some gritty horror film playing. You slam the cupboard in response, pouring the boiling water into your mug and wishing it was Happy’s skin instead.
“Thanks for the tip. Better not remove the stick in your ass, I dread to think what might come out.” Happy laughs sarcastically as you take a seat with your drink, your mind already whirring with ideas to piss him off. You smirk to yourself as you bring the tea to your lips, slurping obnoxiously.
You act unaware as you pretend to watch the screen, Happy’s angry eyes burning into the side of your face. After a few more slurps, he curses under his breath, throwing the remote in your lap before he heads for the door. “Off so soon?”
He flips you the bird over his shoulder, an accomplished smile sliding onto your lips. He rattles the door handle loudly, desperate for an escape from your company, but to no avail.
“Did you forget how to open a door?” you ask after the rattling continues, the channels on the TV flicking as you search through. Rolling your eyes, you get up, reaching the door and pushing Happy over to the side. “It’s left, not right. Genius.”
Happy watches you smugly as you fail to unlock the door, your brows knotting in confusion as you turn it the correct way, yet nothing happens. You attempt it a few more times, but again, nothing.
“I think it’s locked.” Happy says, loving the fact that you’re not right - for once. He rattles the handle once more for good measure, before smirking at you. “Definitely locked.”
“Thanks for the input, Sherlock. You mean we’re stuck in here? I’m stuck in here, with you?” Happy almost looks offended for a moment, before he walks and slumps back down on the couch, the remote being scooped back into his possession.
“Looks like it, Princess. Better get comfy.”
You grit your teeth, breathing in deeply in an attempt to stop yourself from attacking the man next to you. The torment continues, your last little bit of resolve crumbling. “Can you stop poking me?!”
Happy looks taken aback with your outburst, before his shock changes to smugness. “I’m not poking you.”
“Who’s doing it then? Casper the pokey ghost?” Happy laughs deeply at your words, a small smile tickling at your lips. You catch yourself, however, your serious expression remaining in place. “You’d think that with your job title you’d be able to pick a lock.”
He shrugs in response, the two of you facing each other on the couch. “Who says I can’t?”
Your eyes widen as you stare at Happy in bewilderment. You wait for him to continue, but he doesn’t, as if he’s waiting to test your reaction.
“Are you saying that you’re choosing not to open the door?” you ask, slight anger but mostly just confusion brewing inside of you. If he could free the two of you from each others company, why wouldn’t he?
“Yeah.” You gesture with your hands for him to elaborate, a smile on his lips like he’s enjoying tormenting you. “Is my company that bad?”
“Well, no.” Happy’s smile fades as you hesitate, and suddenly you feel as if you’ve offended him somehow. “Wouldn’t you rather be away from me? I mean, we’re not exactly best friends.”
“Forget it.” Happy gets up swiftly, the mood tense. You huff in annoyance, hating the fact that you can’t tell what he’s thinking. Getting up, you follow him as he goes to the kitchen, his hands yanking open the drawers as he loudly throws stuff around.
“Hap-” You reach for his arm, him shoving you off roughly, your back slamming into the counter behind you. You make a sound of pain, rubbing your back to try and ease the sting, Happy looking at you apologetically.
“(Y/N), I’m sorry.” he says, his tone completely sincere, not that it helps the damage that’s already been done. You turn around, heading for your bedroom to at least lock yourself away, but a grip on your wrist stops you from moving. “Let me explain.”
You spin around, pulling your arm out of his hold. You’ve never seen him look so vulnerable, his eyes unusually soft as they observe you, asking you to give him a chance. “Explain what? Why you’re so confusing? One minute you’re a dick and the next you actually seem decent but-”
You yelp as you’re pushed backwards, your back pressing against the wall as your mouth stays parted slightly in shock. You go to speak, though you’re halted, Happy pressing his lips roughly against yours.
Your eyes are wide as you try to comprehend what’s happening, you unresponsive against Happy’s actions. Noticing this, he goes to pull away, you gripping his shirt before he can. You pull his face to yours, kissing him with just as much hunger as he kissed you.
It’s hard to believe what’s happening as you stay pressed against the wall, the heat coursing through your body something you’ve never felt, something you never thought you’d feel from kissing the man in front of you.
Breathless, you both pull away, your cheeks flushing under Happy’s prying gaze. He pulls away swiftly, cursing under his breath as you hear the door unlock, the others flooding in as Happy disappears into his room, leaving you confused, cold and slightly aroused.
A/N - Hope you liked this! It’s unreal that I’m almost at 800 followers! Thank you all so much for your continued support. Your hearts, comments, reblogs. Even if I don’t respond (bc honestly I’m a granny when it comes to this) I see it all and I’m so completely and utterly thankful. ❤