come-join-themurder: “The Game”Happy Lowman x Reader(GIF isn’t mine) [A/N: Ok
come-join-themurder: “The Game” Happy Lowman x Reader (GIF isn’t mine) [A/N: Ok so this is the dream I had last night lol. I added some theatrical shit to make it flow but overall this is what I dreamed about. I hope y’all enjoy!] . . . “Haaaaaap,” you whined from the opposite end of the couch, “I’m bored.” Happy looked away from the movie he had on to meet your eyes and you could tell he really didn’t care, but he also knew that if he told you he didn’t care, you would be mad at him. Since he wanted less to do with your attitude than he did your boredom, he offered what he thought was a helpful suggestion, “We can go in the room and fuck,” he said bluntly. You laughed for a second until you saw he was being serious, “No, Happy. That’s what we always do when we’re bored. I wanna do something different,” you bit your bottom lip and scooted to his side of the couch, sitting on your knees at his side. He looked at you and raised an eyebrow, your demeanor worried him, because it usually meant you were going to request something outrageous. “What?” “I want to play a game!” you grinned and he narrowed his eyes at you. “Hap, pleeeeease,” you begged and he threw his head back against the couch. “Fine,” he spoke at last and you squealed with excitement, “but I get to pick the game,” he finished with a smirk. Your excitement faded considerably because Happy’s idea of ‘a game’ was much much different than yours. “What kind of game requires us riding out to the Wahewa to play?” you questioned as you stepped off of his bike. Nothing but the dirt road his bike was sat on, desert on either side, and the blue sky surrounded you. Happy held his hand out for the backpack he had given you to wear on the ride and you shrugged out of it, tossing it to him and wondering what was inside. You didn’t have to wonder long. Soon Happy was tossing something towards you, “Catch,” he said as it was already in the air. You looked up, shielding your eyes to find the small black object falling down towards your face and you snatched it out of the air. You pulled the object town to study it and as soon as you realized what you were holding a loud popping sound made your head snap up towards Happy. He was grinning mischievously, holding a taser identical to yours in his hand, the blue electric arc beading across the two terminals creating the cracking sound that startled you. Your eyes widened with confusion and worry as you watched him lick his lips. You were speechless and wondering what the fuck kind of game involved tasers until Happy, of course, answered the question you hadn’t dared to ask. “Taser Tag,” he triumphed, his eyes were glinting with anticipation and delight. “Oh my God, Hap, you’ve got to be kidding me!” You were both exasperated and horrified that this was his idea of a game, but when he stepped towards you, the taser in his hand snapping as the electricity coursed through, you had no choice but to play along. You ran away from him across the sandy ground, jumping over bushes and cactuses, trying but failing to tase him before he could get you. Happy jabbed at you with the black stick of death and got you in the ribs, the voltage stunning your body and making your whole left side freeze up as you fell to the ground and he chuckled. He stood over you, reaching down to help you up when you lunged up and jabbed him in the chest. The audible crackling sound coming from your taser and the vein in the side of his neck popping out was the only indication that your device was even working, as the voltage had no affect on your old man at all. He smiled down at you as you scowled back at him, “You bastard!” He had conveniently forgotten to mention that he had built up a tolerance to electrocution, and you honestly didn’t care to know why or how he had done so. You couldn’t help but laugh as this exact scenario was the reason you both questioned, and also justified your relationship with Happy Lowman. -- source link