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Glue (Part 3)

Summary: John B and JJ get Reader back but need to have a talk with her about some things they heard her say to Luke.

TW/CW: Routledge!Reader x JJ Maybank, more mentions of gun stuff, more angst.

Requested?: No

Word Count: 1,621

A/N: Part 1 Here || Part 2 Here || I'm honestly glad I only did this in three parts. Imo somewhere around 1,000 words is perfect for an imagine. I hope the ending isn't disappointing... Requests are Open! Much love to all!

(Y/N)’s POV

The zip ties around my wrists are starting to hurt. I glare at his back, drilling into his spine, “Why don’t you just shoot me already? I’m dispensable.”

Luke shakes his head, “I’m not gonna fall for that darlin’.”

“You’re a real piece of work, you know? Your son is the smartest, kindest, most loyal person I know, and you treated him like he was worthless. Hell, you even made him believe it. I spent countless nights bandaging him up because of your shitty little tantrums. I saw him at his lowest and I still don’t deserve him. I don’t deserve his loyalty and kindness that he obviously didn’t get from his piece of shit father.”

Finally, Luke snaps. He makes his way to me and puts his gun under my chin, “You shut your mouth. That kid ain’t worth the dust under my boots.”

“I fucking dare you to say that again. If it keeps you away from him, I’ll gladly take a bullet because he deserves all the happiness and love in the world not the threat of his worthless, shitty, man child father looming over his head.”

He cocks the gun back. I grin, “Fucking do it. Put me out of my fucking misery. I spend every day watching as my friends and brother drift away. I spend every day wishing I was worth something, wishing I deserved the pity they show me. I know that’s all it is. They pity me. If I didn’t have them, I’d have no one and they feel sorry for me.” Suddenly, a loud bang sounds toward the front of the boat. Luke jerks his head toward the noise and then runs off. It’s quiet for a moment before there’s a tap at the window above me. I look up to see JJ lift the cracked window all the way open. He drops into the room, and I jump up, burying my face in his chest.

He kisses the top of my head and whispers, “I got you.” He pushes me away from him enough to pull out his pocketknife and cut off my ties. He helps me climb out of the window to my waiting brother and then hoists himself up to follow. No one says another word as we race to the Twinkie.

In the backseat, JJ starts looking me over. I wince as he grabs my shoulders. His eyes widen, “What? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to- “

“It’s okay,” I mumble, “Can you pop my shoulder back into place?”

JJ’s jaw clenches as he does what I asked before returning to looking me over. Having enough, I bury into his chest. He wraps his arms tight around me and kisses the top of my head again. Soon, John B is putting the Twinkie in park and getting out to check on me as well. He opens the side door but finds me refusing to leave JJ’s side. “Come on Little Bird, we gotta get you some bandaids,” John B say in attempts to coax me away from my safety net.

JJ lifts me up and hops out of the van to carry me into the Sheriff’s Office. Inside, Sarah, Kie, Pope, and Cleo jump up to greet us. JJ carries me to a chair and sets me down. He grabs a first aid kit from nearby before returning to clean and bandage me up. Shoop exits his office, “I told you two we’d handle it.”

“Well, if you hurry you might catch him before he wakes up and gets free of the chain,” John B declares.

Shoop clenches his jaw and motions to several officers, giving orders, before coming to squat in front of me. I feel JJ tense up beside me and place my hand on his arm. Shoop takes a deep breath, “You alright, kid?”

I look to JJ, “I am now.” Shoop nods and leaves us.

John B joins us, “We need to talk (Y/N), when you feel up for it.”

Sometime later when everyone’s gone to bed, I find myself sitting on the dock lost in thought. I hear footsteps behind me but don’t bother to look back. JJ takes a seat on my right, dropping his legs over the side of the wooden structure to swing them back and forth above the water. A glance over my shoulder alerts me to John B’s presence. He opted to lean against the banister to my left, staring out at the night sky.

It’s silent for a few moments before JJ takes a deep breath, “Listen, we uh… we heard what you said to Luke.”

Involuntarily, I cringe. That wasn’t meant for their ears. I meant every word I said but I only said it because I thought it’d never leave the room. I shrug, “It’s nothing.”

“It isn’t nothing (Y/N). You’re my little sister. Why didn’t you come to me?” John B responds, sounding hurt.

“I- I don’t know... I didn’t want to feel like a burden.”

“You’re never a burden to us (Y/N),” JJ says before glancing up at John B. “I think I speak for us both when I say that we’d do anything to make sure you’re safe and happy.”

I shrug again, not knowing what to say and feeling my nerves attempting to force me into my shell. John B squats down beside me and brushes hair out of my eyes, “You deserve the world. Anything you want, I’ll do my damndest to make sure you get it and I’m sure JJ would too. You’re the glue that holds us all together and I could never express how sorry I am that we made you feel less than that.” He kisses the top of my head, “If you ever feel like this again, please come to me come to me. If you don’t want to talk to me, talk to JJ. Just please let someone know so we can make it right.” I nod and taking a deep breathe he looks to JJ, “Maybe it’s about time, man.” He looks back at me and offers a small smile, “I love you Little Bird. Don’t ever forget that.”

I return his smile and nod, mumbling an “I love you,” in return.

He stands and pats my head gently, “I’m gonna go get some sleep. Don’t stay up too late.” I nod and watch him leave.

It’s silent for a few heartbeats before JJ clears his throat, “Did you really- Did you really mean everything you said? About me?”

I look over to him and he’s fidgeting with the rings on his fingers, “Of course I did J. Little does John B know that you’re the glue that holds the glue together.”

He chuckles a small bit and takes my hand in his, fiddling with my fingers now, “So you’re not mad at me?”

My brows scrunch together, “Why would I be mad at you?”

“Because you got taken on my watch by my father...” he trails off.

“You listen to me, and you listen well. I will never ever blame you for anything that that man does. You are not him and you never will be. Actually, you’re the exact opposite and I’d give anything to make sure you know that and don’t blame yourself.” He looks me in the eyes now, almost searching for something. I tilt my head at him, “What?”

“Will you pinky promise that we’ll stay best friends and I won’t lose you if I say what’s on my mind?” he ask, offering his pinky.

I take it in mine, “Of course, JJ. No matter what we always have each other.”

He takes a huge deep breath, “I love you (Y/N). I don’t mean as a friend. I mean I’m in love with you. I know I don’t deserve you and it’s probably going to be awkward now, but I can’t stand knowing you think so little of yourself when I think so highly of you. You’re insanely smart. You’re hilarious. You’re always there for everyone when we need you. You’re always there for me when I need you. I just can’t-” I interrupt him by kissing him. At first, he seems hesitant but quickly he relaxes. As cliche as it sounds, his lips fit perfectly in mine. I can’t believe I fought so hard to keep from doing this all this time. When we finally pull away for air, he grins “From now on, that’s how I want you to stop my rambling.”

I laugh softly and fully take his hand in mine, “I love you too, JJ. Like I said, I meant every word I said to Luke. You are without a doubt my favorite person on planet earth, and I want to make sure you know that.”

His grin gets even bigger, “So, does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend?”

I nod, “of course,” before kissing him again.

We sat there on that dock enjoying each other’s presence and our newfound mutual feelings for hours. We talked about all kinds of stuff and shared kisses under the moonlight.

JJ’s POV

As the sun peaks over the horizon, I look down to find (Y/N) curled into my side and fast asleep. I smile to myself and admire the way her hair brushes her face and how peaceful she looks. I never thought I’d see the day where I got to call her my girl. Happiness swells in my chest as I carefully scoop her into my arms and head for the house. She’s still sound asleep when I lay her on her bed and crawl in next to her, pulling her close and drifting off myself with a smile permanently plastered on my face.

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Glue (Part 2)

Summary: The Pogues go to the police for help getting (Y/N) back but JJ and John B end up taking matters into their own hands.

TW/CW: Routledge!Reader x JJ Maybank, More mentions of a gun and Reader being kidnapped, more JJ angst.

Requested?: No

Word Count: 1,053

A/N: Part 1 Here || Aww my poor baby... Requests are Open! Much love to all!

JJ's POV

A quick drive later, we’re pulling up at the Sheriff’s office, storming inside and demanding to speak to Shoop. Having created a commotion, Shoop exits his office to investigate, “What on earth is going on here?” Sarah places her phone on the counter and hits play. Luke’s voice once again permeates my senses as Shoop looks down at her phone and watches the entire video, “Get me anything you can on that number,” he commands to his officer before turning his attention back to us, “Last seen? What was she wearing?”

John B nudges my side and I whip my head up to look at Shoop, “Bout 8:30. Grey muscle tank, denim shorts, and flip flops.”

Shoop nods and motions to another officer, “Put out an amber. Make sure you make it sound like a runaway young teen. Throw him off as much as possible.”

The officer nods and hurries off as John B glares at Shoop, “He said not to get the cops involved. If my sister dies- “

Shoop throws his hand out, “He’s gonna make sure it’s vague enough. Calm down and have a seat. JJ, my office.” I begrudgingly follow Shoop to his office and once inside he shuts the door and motions to a chair on the opposite side of his desk from the seat he takes. I take my offered seat and he says, “I need to know as much as possible. I don’t care how unrelated you think the detail is, I need it.”

I nod, “We were outside working on the boat,” I show him the back of my hand, “I sliced my hand on the inside of the engine bay, so she went inside to get the first aid kit.” I pause trying to remember as much as possible. “She was in there about fifteen minutes, so I went in to check on her. All I found was the first aid kit on the floor. She was gone.”

Shoop nods, taking notes, “Anything else? Any small detail. Anything you dismissed at the time?”

Searching my memory, I realize and get flashed back to the many nights that I laid on the floor beaten and bruised, listening to his truck rumble out of the driveway and leave before calling (Y/N) to pick me up. “A truck. I heard a truck off in the distance, but I didn’t think anything of it. It had to have been his truck I swear, Shoop.” He nods and adds this to his notes. “Shoop, you gotta find her man. I- we can’t lose her. She’s our glue.”

Shoop nods, “We will JJ. Just hang in there.” He motions for me to leave so I make my way to join the others. We’re waiting amongst chaos as the entire sheriff’s office hustles to filter through amber alert tips. Finally, my phone ringing breaks through the noise. I whip it out and recognize the number.

I rush to Shoop’s office and put my phone on speaker, “Hello?”

“Duckette’s Warf, midnight tonight. Don’t forget $200k, don’t call the cops,” Luke’s voice flows through the speaker. Shoop writes a note and shows it to me. I nod, “I-I need to know she’s alive. I don’t trust your ass.”

Sounding braver than I feel, Luke chuckles, “We’ll you sure grew some balls. Here sweetheart, talk to your little boyfriend.”

Her voice is steady and stern, “JJ… please…”

Luke takes back over, “There. Now bring me my money boy.” He hangs up.

I can’t do anything but worry over my best friend. I can’t lose her. She’s my best friend and now the worst person possible has her. And it’s all my fault. Shoop speaks before I can spiral down that path, “You kids just settle back in, in the waiting room. We’ll let you know when we need something.”

“No, I want to know what you’re gonna do to save my sister,” John B demands. “I need to know that this is in good hands or I’m gonna go get her myself.”

Shoop sighs, “You two will do the drop off with false bills. We’ll have a team nearby to take him down after you make the switch.”

John B’s jaw clenches, “You swear to me that you won’t let her get hurt.”

Before Shoop can promise, I speak up, “He won’t bring her to the drop. He’ll keep her somewhere and give us her location only after he gets the cash.” I pause as everyone looks at me, “I know how he thinks. He’s gonna use her as a distraction for his getaway.”

Shoop sighs, “Plum!” Plum pokes her head in the office allowing Shoop to give his instructions, “Filter the amber tips for spottings near Duckette’s Warf.” She nods and leaves to do so. Shoop returns to us, “We’ll look for locations he may be hiding out. If we can get to her before the drop, we can save the hassle of a drop off.”

We all nod as Shoop motions us back to more waiting. Finally, after hours of worrying myself shitless, Plum heads to Shoop’s office. We all jump up and race to the door, hoping to hear what she has to say. “There was a tip about a guy fitting Luke’s description at a marina right next door to Duckette’s. I checked and there was a houseboat rented a few weeks back under the name Mason Bank.”

Shoop nods, “The oldest alias he has. Get some under covers out there to scope the area.”

John B and I look at each other as Plum rushes off. A silent look passes between us.

After a narrow escape from Sarah, Kie, Pope, and Cleo, John B and I sneak away to take matters into our own hands. We make our way to the marina, beating the under covers there. We’re scoping the boats docked when I see it. A houseboat sits at the very back of the marina. I drag John B with me, and we sneak around the side of the boat, peaking into windows and keeping an eye out for Luke. Finally, I spot her in a dark room on the other side of a small window. Luke is in the room with his back to the window. We watch as she struggles against the zips around her wrists.

Part 3 Here

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Glue (Part 1)

Summary: JJ is living a nightmare when his best friend, Reader, is kidnapped and held for ransom by his father.

TW/CW: Routledge!Reader x JJ Maybank, Reader is held at gunpoint by Luke, JJ is beating himself up about it as well as the tree.

Requested?: No

Word Count: 1,822

A/N: omg this took so long to write... Requests are Open! Much love to all!

That’s (Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/M/N) Routledge. My sister is a jack of all trades. Surfing, mischief, singing, boating, fishing, you name it, she’s probably good at it. Her favorite place to be is on the surf. She’s a feisty little firecracker and I often find myself dragging her out of a sticky situation. Love her to death. She’s a hoot.

(Y/N)'s POV

“(Y/N)!” my best friend yells.

I throw my arm over my eyes and yell back, “What JJ? What could you possibly be yelling about this early in the morning?”

No response. I throw my arm down and poke my head up over the side of the hammock. Looking around I see no one and assume he’s just screwing with me. I close my eyes and throw my arm back over them. “(Y/N)!” This time I shoot up glaring around. Finally, I see the hood of the HMS Pogue up. Grumbling, I stumble out of my comfy spot and shuffle toward the dock. I can’t stop a large yawn as I spot JJ with his head buried under the hood.

I sigh rubbing the bridge of my nose, “What the fuck are you doin’, JJ?”

“Damn engine is clankin’ again,” comes his muffled reply as he fidgets with the engine.

I grab the back of his shirt and tug, “Get out of there, will ya? Before you screw something up.”

“I’m not gonna fuck it up. Hand me that wrench?” He responds pointing with his free hand. I roll my eyes and pick up the wrench, handing it to him before plopping down on the side of the boat. He fiddles around inside the engine compartment for a few moments before asking, “Where’s John B?”

“How should I know? I just woke up,” I answer, annoyance evident in my tone.

“Chill Princess. Was just askin’” he laughs.

A few moments go by of silence aside from the bumps and knocks of JJ’s tools and the soft splashing of the waves. Suddenly JJ yells, yanking his hand out of the boat’s insides and looking at it in frustration. “What’d you do?” I ask.

“Uhhhh,” he quickly hides his hand in his shirt, “Nothing just banged my hand.”

I get up from my seat and shuffle toward him. I gently tug his hand into view and spot a large gash across the back of his hand. He hisses as I wipe the blood away with my shirt. “I’ll go get the first aid kit.”

I clamber off the boat and make my way to the rebuilt Chateau. The first thing my brother did after the whole gold mess died down was rebuild our childhood home. Making my way to the bathroom I fish the first aid kit out of the cabinet and grab a towel from the hook. As I exit the bathroom, I bump into someone, “You’re usually not too excited to get bandaged up,” I comment, assuming it’s just JJ. The person places a gun to my stomach and puts their other hand over my mouth. I drop the supplies as I realize who it is.

“Make a single sound and I’ll shoot you,” Luke growls and I can’t help the wave of fear that rolls through me. “You’re coming with me, darlin’,” my stomach rolls. I debate my options mentally. I could try to fight him, but I have no real chance considering he’ll put a bullet in me before I can make it out the door. Before I can come up with any kind of exit strategy, he drags me out of the house and to a truck parked a good way from the house. He shoves me in the passenger seat and takes off, keeping the gun trained on me the entire time. It’s not long before we pull into a marina and he’s yanking me around again. He drags me inside a houseboat and shoves me into a small room, tying my hands before leaving.

JJ’s POV

I pause my one-handed work and drop the wrench to wipe blood away from my cut again. I look toward the house and see no sign of (Y/N. I check my phone and realize she’s been gone for a good fifteen minutes. She should’ve been back by now. I hear a truck rumble in the distance but think nothing of it as I make my way inside. “(Y/N)?” I walk through the house and finally see the first aid kit and a towel on the floor outside the bathroom, “(Y/N)!?” I yell, starting to panic. Ripping my phone out of my pocket I run outside as I dial John B’s number. It rings and rings and finally goes to voicemail. I dial again, still searching everywhere for any sign of (Y/N).

Finally he picks up, “Yo, what’s up? Got that rust bucket running yet?”

“(Y/N)’s gone,” I say, too worried to beat around the bush.

“What? What do you mean she’s gone?”

“I mean she’s gone, man. She went inside to get the first aid kit because I cut my hand up and when she didn’t come back, I went looking for her,” my voice shakes as I hurriedly explain, “I found the first aid kit and a towel on the floor but no (Y/N).”

“We’re on our way now. Sit tight, don’t do anything stupid,” John B answers, sounding panicked himself, as the line clicks dead. I throw my phone at the ground and my fist at a tree. I was right outside. What the hell happened? I should’ve gone in with her. I throw another punch at the tree as countless similar thoughts run through my head.

By the time the Twinkie turns into the driveway, I’ve beat my knuckles bloody and am sitting on the porch steps with my head in my hands. After coming to a screeching halt, John B and Sarah jump out of the van. Sarah runs over to me, checking me over and taking note of my destroyed knuckles. John B on the other hand rushes inside and starts yelling for his sister. When he emerges from the Chateau, he’s frantic. Sarah stands and places her hand on his shoulder, “Just sit down and call Shoop.” She walks inside and returns soon after with a first aid kit.

“I need to file a missing person's report,” John B states as Sarah takes a seat beside me and holds her hand out to me, expecting me to give her mine. “(Y/N) Routledge. She was last seen wearing,” he pauses and looks at me as he whispers, “What was she wearing?” I don’t have time to answer, “She was last seen like thirty minutes ago.” Having cleaned them of blood, Sarah wraps my hands in gauze as John B stands abruptly, “What do you mean I can’t file yet? She’s my sister!” He listens for a second as Sarah finishes with my bandages. “I don’t give a damn if it hasn’t been twenty-four hours. You know what? Put Shoop on. Let me talk to Shoop.” He removes his phone from his ear and glares at it, “They hung up.” His phone joins mine in the grass as he plops down beside me, dropping his head into his hands.

“You both just need to breathe for a sec, okay? We’ll find her. We’ll round everyone up and we’ll get her back,” Sarah states trying to calm us down. She pulls out her phone and types out a short message before returning her attention to us, “It’s gonna be okay.”

Feeling defeated I mumble, “‘Preciate the positivity but we don’t even know who took her.”

“We can’t just sit here,” John B firmly states, standing to return inside, probably in search of clues.

I drop my head back into my hands, yanking on my hair, “Fuck!” Sarah places her hand on my shoulder. “If I had gone inside with her instead of being focused on that damn boat- “

Sarah doesn’t let me finish, “Don’t you dare. Don’t start blaming yourself. You had no idea.”

John B returns, plopping back into his seat and assuming a position that copies mine. The three of us sit in silence for a while. Kie, Pope, and Cleo arrive and make their way to us. “What’s going on? Where’s (Y/N)?” Pope asks.

John B and I don’t bother to look up, so Sarah responds, “She’s missing.” Pope throws his hands up to his head and takes a few steps back

“Are you sure? Sure she’s not just out doing (Y/N) stuff?” Cleo questions, fiddling with her knife.

“We’re sure. She went inside to get a first aid kit for JJ and didn’t come back out,” Sarah answers.

“Did you call the police?” Kie inquires, taking a seat beside Sarah.

“Of course, I called the cops Kie. They said we can’t file a report until she’s been missing 24 hours and wouldn’t let me talk to Shoop,” John B shoots back, sounding a bit harsh.

Before anyone else can say a word, my phone starts ringing from the weeds. I jump up and run over, “It could be her.” I pick it up and my hope falters. An unknown number is there where it should say Pogue Princess. I answer it anyway, “He-hello?”

“I want $100,000 in cash or you’ll never see your little girlfriend again,” comes a voice I hoped to never hear again, Luke.

I quickly run back over to the others and put my phone on speaker, “If you hurt her, I swear- “

Sarah pulls her phone out to record as soon as he starts to respond, “You swear? Swear what? What are you gonna do boy?” Shock plasters everyone’s features but he’s not done, “$100k in cash for your girl. You know what? Tell that Routledge boy he owes $100k too. And don’t even think about running to Shoop, soon as I catch wind of him, I’m putting a bullet between her pretty little eyes.” As he hangs up, Sarah ends the video and starts toward the van.

“Where’re you going?” John B inquires as I stand there frozen in shock and fear.

“We can take this video to Shoop and then he has no choice than to help us find her,” she answers.

This shakes me back to reality, “No! He’ll kill her.”

“He won’t if he has no clue. The police are trained for this sort of thing.”

“Sarah, we’ll find her and then send Shoop after him. I’m not risking my sister’s life,” John B interjects.

Sarah looks at us, silently begging us to do what she thinks is the right thing. Having no such luck, she looks to the other three hoping for backup.

Cleo nods her head as Pope speaks up, “I’m kind of with Sarah here.”

Kie shrugs, “She’s right They’re trained for this. We’re not.” John B and I look at each other knowing we’re outnumbered and we all head for the Twinkie.

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4,496 words... Gonna chop it up now. I'm not 100% happy with the ending but I like it enough.

uhhhhh, just pasted the JJ imagine into word (I've been writing on my iPad) and the word count is 3,609... and I'm still not finished. This is gonna have to be at least 3 parts lmao

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uhhhhh, just pasted the JJ imagine into word (I've been writing on my iPad) and the word count is 3,609... and I'm still not finished. This is gonna have to be at least 3 parts lmao

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I always think of Elijah Mikaelson when I hear Paint It, Black by The Rolling Stones

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Soooo the JJ imagine I wrote last night is hella long and still not finished lmao I'll try to finish it, edit it, and get it posted today but may have to break it into a few parts

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"You can tell Topper he won the first round. I'll get him next time." Indeed you did bubba. Indeed you did.

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howwwww is he so pretty???

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we're about to find out if I can write a coherent imagine while also keeping an eye on JJ's gorgeous face.

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Also, why do I always get the urge to watch OBX when it's fuckin 40 something degrees out??? Might fuck around and write some JJ imagines lol

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I promise I didn't go awol again. I've just had a lot going on lately... Anywho, y'all seem to be liking the Sam Golbach imagines lol. I keep seeing them in my notifications. Thank you for all the love!

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Sleep Aid

Summary: Reader can't sleep but Sam is her sleep aid.

TW/CW: Sam Golbach x Reader fluff. Purely fluff.

Requested?: No

A/N: I was just in a fluffy mood lol.

(Y/N)'s POV

Huffing in annoyance, I sit up in bed and stretch my back and legs. I’ve been trying to go to sleep for hours now with no such luck. Slumping out of bed I grab my fluffy blanket and throw it around my shoulders. Grumpily, I shuffle my way to Sam’s office.

When I poke my head in, Sam is sitting at his desk editing a video and Colby is plopped onto the couch with a laptop in his lap but he’s scrolling on his phone. I make my way over to Sam and stand beside him staring at his screen. He looks away from what he’s doing and up at me, “Yes ma’am?” I say nothing and simply open my blanket, making grabby hands. He scoots out from his desk and turns toward me to allow me into his lap. I swing a leg over and straddle his waist, pulling the blanket tight to myself and curling my arms up between us.

“What’s wrong?” He inquires, rubbing my back gently with one hand, going back to the video with the other.

“I can’t sleep,” I grumble into his chest, “been trying for hours.”

He gently begins rocking back and forth, “I’m sorry, baby.”

Before long, I find myself drifting off to sleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

Third Person POV

Colby groans as he gets off the couch and pads toward his two best friends. He chuckles as he lays eyes on (Y/N). Her hair is covering her eyes but he can still see that, “She is down for the count.”

Sam tilts his head, “That didn’t take long. I’ll take her to bed as soon as I come to a stopping point.”

Colby ruffles Sam’s hair, “Alright man, I’m gonna head to bed myself.” Colby exits the room yawning and rubbing his eyes.

Some time later, Sam glances at the clock, “Damn…” He had gotten lost in editing and lost track of time, it’s already 2am. He can’t stop the yawn that surges forth and tries to blink the sandy feeling from his eyes. The blue light glasses on his face might block the supposed sleep delaying light but the eye strain still persists due to his lack of blinking.

After saving and closing out his editing software, Sam gently wraps his hands under (Y/N)’s thighs and shoves his desk chair out to stand. He carefully makes his way to their bedroom doing his best to not wake his sleeping girlfriend. Once there, he tries to lay her down without stirring her but fails. She barely opens her eyes, brows knitted, “Don’t leave…”

Sam laughs softly, “I’m just gonna change and then I’ll be right there to snuggle up.” The sleepy young lady lets out a big yawn and snuggles further into her blanket. Soon, as promised, Sam is crawling into bed behind her and wrapping his arms around her to pull her in close. Together, the two drift into dreamland with small smiles on their faces.

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