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Izzy had been up all night, and he doesn’t know why. Sleep was just simply evading him, it seemed. So, there he was, curled up on the couch with his feet tucked under the cushions and a blanket covering his thin frame as he clutched a cup of coffee, eyes drooping and red.
It was quite freezing in the house, because the damn diva he lived with absolutely refused to sleep if the AC wasn’t set to his perfect temperature. Needless to say, Izzy was freezing.
He didn’t even notice when a blanket monster stepped out of their bedroom, looking confused as to why Izzy wasn’t in the goddamned bedroom with him. Nobody abandons the diva in bed!
”Ahem.” The redhead cleared his throat, hair all over his head and tangled to high hell.
”Hm?” Izzy hummed and looked up with tired eyes, still clutching onto his coffee mug cutely. His own hair was disheveled, and honestly, Axl thought it was endearing, though only for a moment because he was PISSED. (not really.)
”You. left. me.” Axl huffed, waddling over to the couch and plopping down on it. Izzy discarded his coffee on the table in front of them and looked at Axl like he was insane.
“Aww, you can’t live without me for a few hours? How flattering,” His husky voice replied, a small smirk forming on his face. Axl growled and forced Izzy to lay down so that he could lay on top of him. “Shut up and hold me.”
Izzy rolled his eyes playfully, though he wrapped an arm around his brat of a boyfriend, feeling relieved somehow. Maybe he could finally sleep..
”But talk to me.” Axl demanded with much authority, getting all comfortable and content on Izzy’s chest. Izzy squawked indignantly, pinching Axl with a huff.
”Hell no! Just go to sleep, Axl.” He scowled, shutting his eyes and forcing himself to ignore the protests coming from Axl. Damn bratty ass princess!
“Nooo! Talk to meeee! Please?” Axl stuck his lower lip out in a pout, somehow looking all sweet and cute with his messy appearance. Izzy sighed again and looked into those cute eyes- when did everything Axl did get so damn cute?
Izzy started to talk, his words slurring at some points, but he was talking, and Axl BETTER be happy.
”Actually, no.. shut up, let’s just have a sleepy day.”
Izzy was too damn happy to oblige.