the beam // LazarBeam imagines

Sleepy Lannan is your favorite Lannan // Lannan

*ring, ring, ring*

You could feel yourself coming into complete senses, as your phone vibrated under your face. Rolling over way from it, but that doesn't stop the noise. Slowly, you reach your hand out to try and find Lannan, but he's not there.

Rubbing your eyes, letting the sunlight seep in, you turn over your phone over, 6:30 a.m. Where could Lannan be? You stretch quickly, and roll off the bed with your toes hitting the cold wooden floor, really waking you up. Shivering, you speed over and grab a pair of fuzzy socks, placing them on your feet.

Opening the heavy white door of your bedroom and entering the hallway, you quietly creep into the kitchen, no Lannan in sight.

Maybe the bathroom? Nope, not there either.

Finally, you check the one place he'll most likely be, truly you we're just hoping he wasn't.

Leaning your head up to the door of his recording room, its pretty hard to hear anything going on in there. Your ear perks up to the noise of a pump shotgun, that cheeky bastard is still awake recording.

You knock softly, not being awake enough to possibly be upset in any way. "Baby?" You whisper at the door, not trying to disturb his video.

You can imagine him looking at the time, as you hear "Bloody hell, its already 6 a.m.?" You giggle to yourself a bit, turning the knob and walking into the room. He looks so tired, his cute little eyes a little heavier then they usually are, his voice a little raspier than it usually would be.

He takes a look at me, and looks back to his setup, lets go of a tiny sigh and says his outro. He sets his headphones down and takes another slightly shy look at me, "Baby, I'm sorry."

You smile at him softly, you know its not his fault. You know its update day and his recording process can last 18 hours long if it needs to, in this case, it nearly did. You tip toe over to him and quickly grab his hair in your hand and play with it, kissing him on the forehead. "I need to get ready for work, promise you'll get some sleep?" looking at him with puppy eyes, ones that he cannot resist. He nods silently, with a bit of guilt in his expression. You begin to walk away as he grabs your hand and pulls you back.

"Stay with me please? Call off work and stay home and sleep with me. I need you to be able to fall asleep." He says in the sweetest and dearest voice, you look down at him, his eyes starting to cloud with exhaustion.

You have such a hard time saying no to him, the way he looks at you is unmatchable, and to be fair, sleepy Lannan is your favorite Lannan. "fine" you utter with a sorrowful face, his smile gets so big. He scoops you right off your feet into a big embrace. You can feel the love he shares for you in that moment, with the way his arms are wrapped around your waist so right. "Were you just pretending to be tired to get me to stay home?" you giggle while being squeezed so tightly.

"Maybe..." he laughs back at you as he carries you back into the room dropping you on the bed just to fall on top of you. You hold him so tenderly, with one hand playing with his hair and another rubbing his back. Your admiration for him was so detectable, and the safety your arms offered was just enough for him.

You shake his shoulder just a bit, "Lannan, I still need to call in." But instead of groggy movement, you hear a snore escape his lips.