Description:
After a party in your apartment you have to call a handyman because someone broke your kitchen sink

Handyman!logan
Reader is in mid!20's

TW:vomiting (I have emetophobia so Ik this will be important)

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Your POV:

The early morning sun shining through the window is what wakes me up and the second I open my eyes - even though just slightly - the hangover begins

"Ughhhhhh...."

I roll over so my face is buried into my pillow to try and stop the room from spinning but whilst one thing was solved, my head started to pound so hard it felt like it was gonna burst out of my skull.

"GOOD MORNING BITCH!"

Mandy.

"Noo please Mandy...I love you...but shut the fuck up...."

"I told you to not drink that 2nd bottle of smirnoff, but did you listen? No! Because you're stubborn and a soon to be alcoholic"

I roll back over onto my back when I feel the left side of bed dip as Mandy sat down.

"Please tell me we have ibuprofen mands..because my head feels like its gonna fall off my neck if I stand up" I grumble with a pout.

"Don't worry I already got you some, you're lucky the pharmacy next door open early." She says in an ever so slightly chastising way.

I sigh in relief.

"Thank god!...can you help me up? I need to puke.."

"Already on it." She says, already standing up off the bed.

After Mandy helps me up, I boke, and take some ibuprofen, I go into the kitchen whilst Mandy gets changed for work.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?" I shout.

"YOU OKAY!?" Mandy calls out from her room over her loud hairdryer.

"WHY AND HOW IS THE KITCHEN SINK SO....DISOCUMBOBULATED!" I shout as I go over to inspect the damage

"Oh right you don't remember! That guy who's jeans were halfway down his ass? Yeah he decided it would be funny to cannonball into the sink butt-first and he broke it...you might need to call a handyman." She explains as she walks into the kitchen.

And I notice how she eyes me up and down.

"Not the correct time to be checking me out Mandy, especially considering I - number one: look like a trash panda, and number two: look like an absolute mess"

She snickers.

"Mandy.." I seeth as I side eye her.

"Look, I have to go to work, you need to take a shower, clean your face, and get changed into....something that isn't a vampire in a mini skirt, then, you need to call a handyman."

That's one of the things I love about Mandy, she's my bestest friend but also is sort of like a mum, which is very helpful when it comes to my disfunctiontional ass.

"Okay...we are never having a Halloween party again..." as I place my hands on my temples and rub in light circular motions

"You say that and we're probably gonna have another one." She says with a giggle.

After Mandy gives me a hug and she leaves for work, I get to work on not looking like a hot mess -- and not hot in the good way - like in the trash fire way.

I go back to my room and grab a pair of fresh underwear and a pair of sweatpants along with a tank top that probably doesn't fit me anymore since I haven't worn it since....I don't actually know but whatever-

As I'm washing my face I start to think of who to call, my first thought is the info board in the lobby, but I don't feel like doing the walk of shame so.., my next thought is to go call the landlord, but he doesn't particularly like me and mandy after our first and ONLY new years party.

Walk of shame doesn't seem too bad, plus since your costume and slept in makeup is off, it won't be too bad, if anything you'll get sympathy because it'll just look like you had a bad night.

*TIME SKIP*

The elevator doors opened to reveal the lobby of the apartment complex and I walked over to the notice/info board whilst munching on a piece of Nutella on toast (don't judge its delicious) and after a few minutes of scanning the board i finally notice a piece of paper with information and phone numbers of a couple electricians, cleaners etc, and the only handy man on the list went by the name of:

Logan Howlette: +44**** *****

"Bingo!" I whisper to myself as I do a little victory dance - which did earn me a confused/concerned look from the elderly lady next to me.

"Sorry.." i mumble before hastily turning around and head back towards the elevator, already dialing the number of the handyman.

*TIME SKIP*

*ring ring.....ring ri-*

"Hello?.." a gruff masculine says.

Hot damn this guy got a nice voice!

"Uh hi! My names Y/n and I was wondering if you are free for the next few hours? Because my kitchen sink is broken, and my job is literally to cook, so I kind of need it fixed and preferably as soon as possible so today...if that's okay with you sir?"

"Sure, I'll be over in around half an hour, which apartment is it?"

Oh my god this man's voice is making my knees weak-

"Apartment 305"

The man chuckles slightly - even laughing his voice is still gruff and kind of intimidating - and confusion spreads through me.

"Sir?"

"Apartment 305? I've spoken with your landlord and he says, and I quote, "those two girls are the reason I'm glad I can retire soon, they threw a new year's eve party once and it will thankfully be the only one they will ever throw", what happened?"  He explains whilst still chuckling slightly.

"Ooh nooo! He told you that! Bollocks! Basically he came up to tell us to be quiet because our elderly neighbours made a noise complaint, and when I answered the door I...may or may not have spilled a bowl of ice cream on him but I also may or may not have thrown up on him..."

"Shit! Guess he wasn't too happy about that."

"No, he was not. But you're lucky my roomate Mandy isn't here, she had to start her shift early at the nursing home she works at, and she has a tendency tooo...embarrass me- well that and she would probably try and shag you.."

"Shag?"

Oh my god did I say that?...fuck my life...

"Have sex with you."

He laughs again, God that voice could make me do things, especially cause this time that laugh came from the deep back of his throat.

"Lucky me."

"Yeah, so I'll see you in a few minutes?"

"Yep, see' ya'"

"Byee.."

*hangs up*

I stay silent for a bit as I sip a bottle of apple juice whilst I lean against the kitchen counter.

"Never mind Mandy trying to jump his bones, I would.."

*TIME SKIP*

*BRING-BRING!*

I pause the episode of ru Paul's drag race I was watching before getting up and going over to the door and opening it to reveal one of the most muscular attractive men if have seen in my whole life, and the gods must be in my favour because, as I shamelessly check him out I notice he's wearing a white tank top which has a few small faded stains here and there, a grey hoodie and a pair of work jeans that have paint splatters, oil stains etc all over them, and have definitely been through a lot.

"My eyes are up here bubs." He says, the smirk obvious in his tone.

Bubs?

I look up at his face with a slightly flushed face, and I have to slightly crane my neck back to look at him.

"Sorry...are you logan howlette? The handyman?"

"That would be me, mind if I come in?"

"Oh shite yeah! Come on in."

You dingbat!

I open the door more and move out of the way as he walks in and he doesn't even get anywhere near the kitchen before piping up in concern-

"How the fuck did your apartment get like this? Is your roomate a rabid animal?" He says with one thick eyebrow raised in confusion.

I knew I should've cleaned!

"No but with her energy she might aswell be, but no we had a Halloween costume party last night and I didn't think to clean but I mean, hoovering when you have a hangover isn't the best thing in the world."

"Fair enough, it takes alot of alcohol to get me drunk." He tells me as he walks over to the kitchen behind me.

Really? Lucky you.

"Oh I'm the opposite, had to found out I was a lightweight the hard way at 14 when I woke up in the local park next to  not only my roomate and best friend Mandy but also an empty bottle - or two - of WKD vodka...not fun."

"Welp atleast you know- now how the fucking hell did that happen to your sink?!" He exclaims.

This is gonna be fun. Not.

"See here's the thing, some jackass decided it would be fun to cannonball butt-first into our sink...and then...that was the result.."

He inspects the damage as I explained what happened to it, setting his tool box down not too far away from the sink, and I move to sit on the counter next to it, the coldness of it giving me goosebumps.

"Well if isn't too bad but I will need to reshape the dented metal which will take quite a bit, what was this guys ass made out of? Bricks?"

"Maybe, possibly, but is there anything really bad? Damage wise atleast."

He hums slightly before looking over at me.

"The drainage pipe is bent pretty badly - nothing I can't fix though - and also it's slightly clogged so I'll just have to flush it out, but other than that not bad."

He walks closer to me before I can say anything he dabs his thumb on his tongue and wiping the corner of my mouth.

What the fuck?

He notices the utter confusion on my face and smirks before saying, "you had chocolate spread on your face."

Oh my god!

"Oh my gosh that's embarrassing, um i- I had Nutella on toast for breakfast..." I explain as I feel the heat rise to my cheeks.

He shrugs with the smirk still plastered on his face.

"It's alright."

He says before opening his toolbox and starts to get the correct tools out.

"Would you like some coffee or water?"
I ask politely as I hop off the counter.

"Just a coffee if you don't mind."

"I don't mind, do you have milk in your coffee?"

He snickers before saying, "nope, pure black, but I'm sure you're used to being sweet."

Did he mean to phrase it like that or am I going insane?

I chuckle slightly awkwardly as the blush on my face intensifies, thankfully my back is facing him.

"Black coffee it is."

*MINI TIME SKIP*

Half an hour later he's still fixing the sink but is now bending the pipe back into shape so he can drain it.

"I don't usually see men with sideburns as intense as yours, that a personal style choice? Or is it part of the handyman uniform?" I say, not realising I was staring.

"Personal choice bubs." He says with a grunt.

That nickname again! Bubs? What?

"Do you call everyone that?" I question as I sip my milky sweet coffee.

"What? Bubs?"

I nod, still with a curious expression.

"Nope, just the people who don't piss me off and when I'm not in a public place like a café or whatever..FUCK!" He shouts in pain.

"Are you okay? What happened?" I ask as I rush and kneel by his side on the kitchen floor, panic lacing my tone as i placing my hand on his large bicep.

He grunts and huffs for a minute before replying, "accidently hammered my fingers, shit!"

"Oh my gosh, do you need anything? I have ibuprofen?"

"Nah I'll be fine, hammered a nail into my finger by accident once.." He says as his voice calms down a bit.

"WHAT!?" it was my turn to shout now, I cry like a baby when I stub my toe!

"It wasn't that bad" he says nonchalantly, as if it was a universal thing that happens to everyone.

"You hammered a nail into your hand-"
I say before I go on a rant about health and safety, insurance etc.

He soon covers my mouth with his large calloused palm which successfully shuts me up.

"Bubs...I'm fine, dya' ever take a breathe?" He says.

Well normally yes but right now your hand is on my mouth.

He removes his hand almost instantly, as if he could tell what I was thinking.

"Could I have another coffee?"

"Uh- y-yeah- sure! Black again?" I question whilst I stand up and head over to the coffee maker.

"Yep."

*TIME SKIP*

After 3 hours, two rambles and an unknown amount of coffee, the sink was finally fixed and logan was now packing up his stuff whilst I placed the cups we had been using for our coffee in the dishwasher,

"Feel free to not answer this but....are you..by any chance, seeing anyone currently? Romantically I mean.."

Here goes nothing.

It was silent for a bit other than the wir of the dishwasher until logan replied...

"No..why? Are you?"

Oh my goodness! Wait HOW is this man single!?

"No...I was just asking because....well, you seem like a good guy and..I was thinking that, since my sink is back to normal and I know you like coffee as much as I do, I wanted to know if you would like to hang out again, except it wouldn't be to fix a sink," I say with a slight nervous giggle at the end.

It was silent again for a bit until suddenly I feel eyes burning into my head and I look and see logan staring at me in shock.

"Me? Really?" He asks, almost anxiously, but mainly in disbelief.

"Yeah, why?"

"Well...most women don't seem to take too kindly to guys like me.."

There's no way this man gets REJECTED!?

"Well I think that those women are ridiculous because you my friend are...rugged, tough, but I know that at the end of the day, you are the type of guy who would treat a massive dog like a little puppy, so what d' you say?"

The very tips of his ears turn pink and he doesn't say anything, apart from grab a random piece of paper and scribble some numbers down before handing it to me, grabbing his tool box and heading towards the door.

I follow him and before he leaves he turns around and says,

He's so close..

"I'll take you up on that offer bubs, now go get some sleep, see ya'" he says after placing his hand on my arm and rubbing his calloused thumb up down it and then patting it, "see you soon..." he's says as he backs away

Oh fuck of course I didn't tell him my name!

"Y/n..y/n y/l/n."

"Y/n...call me." And with that he walks away.

Oh will Mr handyman...

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This took me FOUR hours and this is SO bad but its a start, sorry for all the time skips, I didn't want to have to make you read lots of unnecessary stuff.

Btw: y/h/c mean your hair colour and y/l/n mean your last name.

Word count: 2638