Forgotten, but Saved / 39 X Reader (Contains lemons) (COMPLETED)

Night 2: Your Return

You walked back to the studio full of questions. You wanted to know why he killed your son. You also wanted to know what else he can do. You walk in, and go back to the office. You put your bag on the table. "So, you've come back for more, eh?" You heard that familiar australian voice say behind you. "I guess." You say. "Wow. I guess i can just keep on going then." 39 said. You were about to ask 39 about your son, but you then thought that the topic may be too sensitive for him now. Maybe when you got to know him better, you could ask him. "Uh, you alright, mate?" 39 asked you. You snapped out of your mind for a second. "Uh, yeah. I was just thinking for a second." You said. "How come your nose is so... sensitive?" You asked. "Oh. I don't really know. I guess it's how i was made. It's like a curse." 39 answered. You guys talked for a while, until 39 was bored. "Anyway, i'm gonna go play on my computer." 39 said, walking out of the office. You sat down on the chair, and looked at the cameras. You watched 39 walk to the power room, and play on his computer. You then remember that it drains the battery. "Uh, 39? Can you stop playing on the computer? It drains the battery!" You asked/yelled from the office. "No way! I'm doing something." He answered/yelled back. You then clicked the Spook Button. A loud noise emitted from the speakers in the power room, making him fall down. "What the hell was that?!" You heard him say. You tried not to giggle. "Ugh. Great.  I can't find my fucking glasses." You heard him say. You instantly feel sorry for him. So you decided to help him. "Here. I'll help you." You say. "Thanks, (Y/N)." He thanked. You both got on your hands and knees and searched for the glasses. Then, 39 suddenly tripped on something on the floor, and crashed onto you. He caught himself, and you laid below him. He was on top of you. He looked into your eyes. It was the only thing he could actually see. He blushed a bit. "Uhm, well, this is awkward..." You say. You saw Plushie in the corner of your eye, and he giggled softly. "Uh, sorry about that, mate." 39 apologized. He stood up. He extended his hand to you. You grabbed it, and he helped you up. "Hey! 39, i found your glasses!" Plushie said, running up to you and 39. He handed the glasses to you, and you gave the glasses to 39. He put them back on. You looked at your watch. It was only 3 AM. "Man, i surprised at how long i've already been here! It's already 3 AM!" You exclaimed. "Damn, it's really been that long? Huh. Time flies i guess..." 39 said. You walk back to your office. Your phone was ringing. You looked at who was calling you. It was your abusive fiancee. He started taking cocaine after you announced that you two were getting married. Your afraid to leave him because he might do really bad things to you or your family if you do. But you swore to yourself that someday, you'll leave him and never come back. You missed your old husband, who died from cancer, but you had to move on. You got on your phone and answered it. You sighed. "Hey, Greg." You greeted into the phone. "Hey. When are you coming home?" Greg said in a slightly weird way. "Uhm. Not until 6 AM. Why? What do you need? Why are you even up at this hour? You have work tomorrow!" You exclaimed. "OKAY! SHUT UP! I KNOW!" Greg roared. He took a deep breath. "I want to know when your coming home so you can make me a pizza. And i'm up this late because i woke up, and i was hungry." Greg said. "Greg, it's 3 o' clock in the morning, and i won't come home until 3 more hours have passed. Make your own god-damned pizza. In fact, don't make pizza at all! I'm afraid you might burn the house down!" You yelled back at Greg. "Don't you dare fucking say that to me, you slut!" Greg yells. Tears start to form in your eyes. You were very sensitive. You try to fight though them. "Greg, your high! If you make pizza, i doubt you'll even succeed! I'm just trying to keep you safe!" You yell as your voice cracks. "Fuck you, (Y/N)! I don't need this!" Greg yelled. He hung up. The tears in your eyes started to flow down your cheek, and you begin to sob softly on the desk. "Hey, what's wrong?" You heard a little high pitch australian voice ask. You look down and see Plushie. You wipe some of the tears off your cheeks. "Oh... It's nothing..." You say as your voice cracks again. You didn't want to get anyone else involved in this. "C'mon, you can tell me. Me and 39 heard you yelling on your phone from down the hall." Plushie said. "Oh shit..." You thought to yourself. "Well... I'm just having a hard time with my future husband..." You said. "So, Wait, did you guys have a child beforehand, or...?" Plushie asked. "Oh, no. I had another husband. But he passed away from cancer." You told Plushie. "Oh..." Plushie said. "I... just need some time to think stuff over..." You told him. "Well, then i'll leave you alone." Plushie said, leaving the office. You sighed. You thought about some thing during the last 3 hours, and eventually, it was time to go. You went home, got into a fight with Greg, forced him to sleep on the couch, and went to bed. You couldn't wait for tomorrow!