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"Finally." Sammy leaned back in his chair rubbing his eyes. He had just finished writing 4 different songs for Joey. The only breaks he has had were toilet breaks.
He gathered all the papers to hand in and in what seemed like forever, opened the door to his sanctuary.
Yawning, Sammy walked out and headed up to Joey's office.
while walking, well more like stumbling around, he bumped into Norman. The blond was nearly knocked off of his feet, if It wasn't for the arms wrapped around his waist.
"Whoa, Hey there Lawrence." Norman bought Sammy back to his feet, hands rested on his hips to balance him.
"Heyyyyy Normsss." Sammy's voice was a bit slurred. He had bags under his eyes and his hair was a birds nest. Norman knew that he had a tendency to shut himself in his sanctuary for long periods of time, but this time, this was way to long without seeing the music director.
"Sammy, how long were you in there for?" He got no reply. Sammy's eyes started drooping. Honestly, how can someone fall asleep standing up?
"Sammy!" The music director jumped and made a little squeaking noise.
"Huh?" Norman rolled his eyes and made sure he had a firmer grip on the others waist.
"How long were you in there for Sammy?" Sammy looked down and thought for a moment. He was in there for a long time.
"Uhh.. 4-5 days I think?" The projectionist looked horrified. He knew that Sammy doesn't come out for food or water breaks either.
"You haven't eaten in 5 days!?" He looked at the shorter male with glossy eyes. Why can't he just take care of himself? To know where the limit is and to not over work himself?
"Maybe? But! I got all my work finished, so that's good!" Sammy had a dopey smile on his face. Its was soon replaces with a yawn.
"Ok. We are going to the break room so you can eat and drink something." There was no arguing with Norman once he was set on doing something. Luckily, Sammy wasn't making a fuss.
Norman brought the younger male into the lounge and sat him down, making sure he wasn't going to fall as soon as he sat down. He went and got Sammy some water, some choc chip cookies and a sandwich.
As soon as Sammy saw them in front of him, his eyes lit up. Norman chuckled at his reaction. After he was finished eating, he looked at Norman with a shy smile.
"Thank you Norms." Norman smiled. He got up and put all of the rubbish in the bin. He held his hand out for Sammy to take, which he gladly excepted, and walked out of the break room.
"It's no problem. Now we get you home so you can sleep." Their hands interlaced, both males walked out of the studio and hoped in Normans car.
The ride home was in a comfortable silence. Their hands still interlaced. Sammy held a soft smile while looking at the passing cars beside them.
Norman parked the car out in front of Sammy's house.
"Thank you again *yawns* Norman." Sammy gave him a dopy smile before opening the car door and hoping out. But before he did he leaned over and gave Norman a kiss on the cheek.
"Good night Norms." Sammy smirked and the light blush across the projectionist face. he closed the car door and walked up to his house.
Turning around he waved at Norman and walked inside.
Norman lightly touched his cheek and smiled.
No wonder he fell in love with that dork.
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I want a cookie now...
But we have none☹️
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BATIM Oneshots
FanfictionA bunch of animation studio workers being gay and ridiculous ☺︎︎❣︎ I don't own any of these characters. mostly batim ships, mights be some x readers. I don't own the cover or any of the art/pic I use. All credit goes to the original owners.