Batim oneshots

Caring Sammy x overworked reader

(I drew that picture btw)

Mostly ideas from @InkCatWarrior
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[female reader]

I yelled in frustration as I scrunched up the paper on my desk. The notes weren't absolutely perfect, the way Sammy liked them. I slumped back in my chair, grumbling.

Once I had calmed down, I went back to re-writing the whole song. I started yawning when I had gotten around half way through the song. My eyes started closing, as I lay my head on my wooden desk. "Just... a few... minutes." I mumbled as sleep pulled me in. I shook my head, remembering that Joey needed these songs tomorrow at 8.am sharp. The bags under my eyes seemed to get darker with every passing second, but I continued working.

I finished the last note, exhaustion hitting me like a bus. Sammy came in, only to find my unacceptable condition. "(Y/n)! Are you okay?" He asked, the panic rising in his voice. I slowly shook my head as sleep threatened to pull me back. "No... sleep... four days..." I muttered as sleep finally won the everlasting battle. I collapsed on the floor, darkness surrounding me.

                           Sammy's POV:

She collapsed on the ground, passed out. I gasped and picked her up, taking her away from her work. I placed her on the medical bed in the infirmary. "Bloody Joey, he'll be the end of us all." I said, checking (Y/n)'s temperature. She wasn't ill, luckily. I smiled as she quietly mumbled my name in her sleep. Susie walked in and 'awed' at the sight of me caring for
(Y/n). I glared at her, and she quickly went back up. I shook my head as I made sure poor (Y/n) was still okay. Joey soon walked down, his usual smile replaced with a blank expression. "She's been overworked because of you." I stated. He grunted and stood next to me, looking at the woman. "She seems fine. Get her up and back to work." He said, going to leave the room. I jolted our of the chair. "Woah! Woah! Woah! Joey, can't you see her exhaustion?" I asked, anger boiling inside of me. He shrugged. "Well, I do! And it's not good for her mental state! She hasn't slept for four days Joey! Four fucking days!" I spat in his face, going back to (Y/n)'s sleeping form. I heard Joey leave. "I'll always protect you." I whispered, putting strands of her hair behind her ear.

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Ahhhhh! Sammy is just like a little marshmallow! It's too cute!

I had another nosebleed today while playing football. People enjoy hurting me lol.

Hope you have had a nice day!

Here's my finished picture of Sammy the marshmallow:

Sorry for the slow updates, I'm really busy. Next weekend I'm going on holiday as well, so I'll be really busy.

I've put my drawing of Sammy at the top btw.

Bye!
~Dee