Happy Lowman Imagines

Movie Night

Request: Can I please get a happy imagine where you persuade him to the movies with you lol. Cheesy but I would love to see happy at the movies lol. The movie please can be the conjuring 2 please

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"Come ooooon, Happy. Pleeeease?" You looked up at him, your hands pressed together in a prayer position, bottom lip stuck out, puppy dog eyes on full.
"No."
You threw your hands up, sighing.
"Fine." You said, crossing your arms across your chest as you leaned into the couch.
Happy turned his head towards you, an eyebrow raised and a smirk playing on his lips.
"Fine?" He asked, his voice low and raspy.
You glared at him. "Mhmm, fine."
He chuckled softly.
You weren't asking for much, you only wanted your old man to take you to the movies. A real date.
You'd never had a real date with Happy.
With other guys, sure. But Happy wasn't like other guys.
Your 'dates' usually consisted of getting drunk at the clubhouse, fucking at your house, or in some random alleyway, or going on midnight rides.
Happy wasn't exactly the romantic type, and you didn't want him to take you out to a five course meal with flowers and candles.
All you wanted was one normal date, at the movies. You'd even picked a horror instead of some chick flick. He still wasn't budging though.
He didn't really like taking you out in public. He wasn't ashamed of you, not at all. It was a protective thing. The club had a lot of enemies, and he did too. He didn't want any of his enemies seeing you with him and coming after you to get at him.
So you mostly stayed at home or at the clubhouse. You still went to work, did your groceries, ran errands. And he'd come too.
But from a distance. He'd follow you. Tail you. Never close enough to talk to, but always there.
You were tired of it, sick of having to hide your relationship. You loved him with every fibre of your existence, you wanted to scream it at the top of your lungs, scream it to the world. And by world, you meant the small Charming movie theatre.

Stepping out of the shower, a towel wrapped around you, your damp hair running down your back. Happy watched you exit the bathroom, steam floating of your hot skin as you sat on the edge of the bed, bottle of lotion in hand.
You poured some lotion into your hand and began to rub it into your legs, stretching them out along the length of the mattress, letting the towel ride up your thigh.
Happy stood and walked towards you, his hands reaching out and tracing his fingers along your shoulders.
You smiled but ignored his touch, reaching down to rub the lotion into your skin.
His fingers danced down your spine, slowly and softly.
You massaged your calf, letting the lotion soak into your skin.
His fingers gripped the towel around you and his lips pressed against your shoulder blades.
You stood up, glancing at the bulge in his pants and smirking to yourself as you reached for one of his shirts, letting the towel drop as you pulled the shirt over your head.
"I want you naked, little girl." He growled at you, his eyes lingering on your body.
You stepped closer to him, reaching your hands out and running your fingers down his sculpted torso.
"I know," You bit your lip as you leaned your head towards him.
He tilted his head towards yours, his breath on your lips.
"You want me, Killer?" You whispered, your voice hungry.
He growled and grasped your hips.
"Say it." You ordered, your lips slowly edging closer to his.
His hands ran up your sides, lifting the shirt slightly and ghosting over your skin.
"I want you, little girl." He growled as you ran your hands over the hardness in his pants.
Your lips almost touched and you spoke in a low whisper.
"And I want you, Happy," you bit your lip.
"I want you to take me to the movies."
You stepped back from him, a smirk on your face as he stood dumbstruck.
You threw the covers on the bed back and slipped beneath them, pulling them up around you.
"Goodnight, babe." You smiled at him sweetly.
You'd been holding out on him for three days now, and he still hasn't agreed to go to the movies with you. It was time for Plan B.
He was watching tv in the lounge while you showered.
Once you were out you pulled on the tightest jeans you had, black denim with rips all over them.
You chose your red lacy bra and put it on, before rummaging through your wardrobe.
You pulled out your white shirt. You pulled it over your head, a satisfied smirk on your face as you looked down at your cleavage. It was a simple shirt, nothing too fancy but the way it was tailored fit your body perfectly and it  always  got you what you wanted.
You stepped into your black stilettos before sitting infront of the mirror.
You painted your lips red and worked on your smokey eye, with a perfect wing.
You shook your hair out around you, leaving it loose.
You smiled at your reflection, admiring your work.
With one final glance at your reflection you strutted out of the room, towards the lounge.
Happy didn't look up as you entered the room.
"I'll see you in a few hours, babe." You called sweetly, grabbing your handbag off the couch, making sure you leaned down enough to show your cleavage.
"Where do you think your going dressed like that?" He spoke, his voice rough and an eye brow arched.
His eyes ran over your outfit and silently cheered. Your plan was working already.
"Didn't I tell you, babe? Dean from works taking me to the movies," you turned around slowly. "We might grab dinner after so don't wait up." You called over your shoulder, blowing a kiss to your old man.
"Hes fucking what?" Happy stood, turning the tv off, a cold expression on his face.
You leaned casually against the wall and shrugged.
"I was telling him how you didn't want to take me out, and he offered. So I accepted. It's  just a movie,  Hap. Im going."
"Like Hell you are." He growled at you and stalked across the room, he grabbed your hips and pressed you against the wall.
Before he could speak you placed a hand on his chest and raised an eyebrow.
"What's wrong baby? I thought you didn't want to go?" You smiled sweetly at him, a look of pure innocence on your face.
"Let me get changed." He growled before dropping your wrist and stalking off to the bedroom.
You leant against the wall, a smile of acheivement on your face.

"Two tickets to the Conjuring 2, please."
You squeezed Happys hand, a smug smile on your face.
The man behind the counter passed you the tickets and you thanked him.
"You want popcorn babe?" You asked Happy and he scoffed at you.
"A large popcorn, too please." You said, rolling your eyes.
You dropped his hand to grab the large bucket and he instantly wrapped his arm around your waist.
He was mad at you for tricking him, but he still loved you and wanted every other guy in the building to know who you belonged to.
You walked into the cinema and took your seats, his arm wrapped around your shoulder and you leant into him as you threw some popcorn into your mouth.
"It's a  movie,  babe. You have to have some popcorn. It's the rules." You told him matter of factly.
He smirked at you as he reached into the bucket.
The lights darkened and you snuggled into him smiling to yourself, glad that you'd won this time.