I don't deserve this... (Updike X Poor!Hurt!Reader)

Buns and Ballerinas (Part 7)

It has been about a month since the crash and your leg has gotten better, not by much but you feel the pain going away. It was a nice feeling knowing that your getting better. Updyke has been more protective as of late which makes you both happy that he cares about you, and a slight bit worried. He was getting nervous every time we left the house as he checks every street before we go down them. You've seen him more nervous then ever before lately and it is making you worry. You move over to him and place a hand on his shoulder.

"Gabriel are you alright?"

"Huh? Oh, Yes I am Y/N do not worry"

"But you- ... Alright I am going to trust you."

"How about you just relax, I have work to do"

You watch as he climbs the stairs, leaving you downstairs to wander into your thoughts. What was the matter with him? You wait until he comes back around 4 pm scrolling through social media, reading articles about the latest news being the presidential election, sports and celebrity drama. Gabriel comes down with papers and notebooks. You never really got a good look at his paperwork, which he said was for work. You scoot closer and read the documents about... monsters? You never seen a monster before. He yanks his papers close to his chest, making you unable to continue reading them.

"What do you think your doing?"

"Uh, Reading your papers? I am bored."

"They are nothing of your concern Y/N..." He scolded you in a stern and serious tone.

You sigh and look away, looking out of the window to watch the leafs on the tree flow in the wind. What is so important that he had to get all mad? In a brilliant moment of genius, you grab your purse and dig through your bag and take out a ponytail holder. You turn to Updyke and smile.

"Hey Gabriel, turn around a bit won't ya?"

He looks at you in confusion but complies with your request and looks the opposite way, the back of his head facing you. You take a handful of his puff in each hand and ties the ponytail holder around it, pulling the extra puff back in a bun. Updyke turns to you quickly when you finish, blushing a light grey. He holds the bun in his hand and looks away.

"I-I... uh... thanks, I like it..."

Did he say he likes it? That is incredible!

"I am glad you like it, you look cute like that!"

His cheeks turn grey as he tensed up, looking at the ground whilst scratching the back of his head

"R-Really? Oh... uh thanks i guess, I've never really been called that before..."

"Not even your mom calls you cute?" You stare in both shock and confusion, was he serious?

"Oh! Yes my mother did call me cute but that was when I was a kid... and there was this one girl too back in elementary but that was years ago"

You sigh in relief that his childhood was better then yours, your parents were never home enough to play and give you nicknames. You lay your head on his shoulder and look up at him.

"So why do you hunt things? Why not just work somewhere else?"

"It wasn't my first option... I used to want to be a Ballerina but ended up as a weatherman only to get fired..."

"Why did you get fired?"

"LET'S CHANGE THE TOPIC"

You watch as his face to form the literal embodiment of having vietnam flashbacks.

"Alright then? But why a ballerina? Isn't that more of a girl thing?" You snicker as you remind him of his past wishes, making him embarrassed was fun to watch

"Well I just thought they were talented and elegant... I wanted to be just like them... talented and elegant. But here I am now, Just working with people I never thought I'd work for..."

You watch as he sighs and turns a light grey as his face turns to one of sadness. Was this how he normally works? Either way you slowly hug him and wipe away a tear that has formed.

"All that matters is you being happy, If you want to be more then what you are now I will support you the entire way."

"... Thanks Y/N