Assorted SOA One-Shots & Imagines

Seven Days (Happy x Reader)

Playlist: 7 Days - Craig David

~Monday~

You were standing in the pain relief aisle, comparing Tylenol cold and flu with Advil's cold and flu medications. As you studied the back of either of package you hummed an old song to yourself. You couldn't recall what the words were but it was stuck in your head anyways. You bopped your head up and down, turning the Tylenol box over. You placed it back on the shelf and picked up the generic brand one. You sighed, poking your hip out to the side, your dress swaying with the movement. You dropped the Advil branded one and decided to go with the generic one. It was the cheapest of the three and you weren't about to spend your entire paycheck stocking up on cold meds. You turned to leave, your nose still down making sure that that you grabbed the one with both night and day pills. As you moved, you were halted by the looming presence right next to you. You startled, and gazed up. A bald man, riddled in tattoos and wearing a leather vest had his arm outstretched right past your face and was picking up the Tylenol package. You let out a tiny squeak, snapping your hand up to your mouth and widening your eyes. The man stopped, his arm staying still and peered down at you. You dropped your hand, giving him a nervous smile. Your eyes were still wide, nearly popping out. He raised one eyebrow as he stared down at you. You peaked over to make sure it really was the Tylenol one he grabbed. You shook your head, grabbed the same box as yours and handed it him.

"Same results – cheaper price." You patted the box in his hand and slipped around him.

You dipped your hand beneath your hair and tossed it over your shoulder. You snuck a glance behind you and saw as the dark eyed man stared after you. You gave him an innocent smile and a tiny wave, before disappearing into the next aisle.

~Tuesday~

You had your purse slung over your shoulder as you rummaged through. You used up your last tissue and desperately needed another one.

"Ugh!" You groaned, and stomped your foot.

In a flush you collapsed against the curb and bent your knees together. This had to be the worst time of year to get sick. You never got sick. The universe was out to get you. You picked at the clasp on your sandals and frowned.

"Drop something?" You heard a foreign rasp sound from above you.

You shielded your eyes from the sun and stared up. It was the same man from yesterday. The one you ran into at the drug store.

You sniffled and shook your head, "No. Just wallowing in my own self-pity."

He nodded in acknowledgement and stood next you for a short moment. You nodded your head, getting over your small freak out and stood back up. You wiped at the back of your legs, making sure there wasn't any dust on your pants or bottom. When you glanced back up, you saw the man's eyes lingering on your backside and you giggled. His gaze snapped up to yours and you noticed as he fought the smirk trying to break through on his mouth. You tilted your head to the side, lifting a hand into your hair and twirling a strand around your index finger. You saw as he swallowed, following the movement of your finger and the expression on your face. He clenched his teeth together and your let your bottom lip stick out in a questioning pout.

He rolled his eyes, "Your number?"

You blushed, not believing what he'd just asked. You rested the back of your hand on your forehead, closing your eyes and trying to calm the panic that was threatening to overwhelm you. You weren't used to men approaching you. You mostly walked through life admiring good looking men from afar. You never thought you'd have one standing a few feet from you, and asking for your number.

You took a deep breath, "You want my number?"

You needed to confirm. You needed to make sure you weren't about to make a fool of yourself. He nodded and you nearly jumped for joy, before you remembered that he was standing in front of you still. You held your hand out, waiting for him to take the cue. He stared at your opened hand for thirty seconds before he clued in and then reached into his jeans pocket. He dropped the black flip phone into your palm. You turned it over and flicked it open. You dialed your number and pressed the call button.