Howdy folks! It's me again, G. E. Gabriels. And not just me this time, I'm being joined by my best friend, Snowy! She's epic, and a pretty great writer as well.

(Edit by Snowy: Yes, I am very epic. G is also very epic. You should follow them. I think. How does this platform work again?)

(Edit by Gabriels: Yeah… She's not used to the site. You can find her at some sort of name related to snow on Instagram, where I am the foreigner.)

(Edit by Snowy: It's snxwchi, thank you very much.)

For those of you following "Look At My Son, Pride Is Not The Word I'm Looking For, don't worry, I'm not abandoning it, chapter 5 is just giving me some trouble. Anyways, happy reading!

Note: Snowy co-wrote this, so It's on halfly my work

Another Note: This is pretty much a thousand or so words of fluff

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John rubbed his eyes, setting up. The bright light from the laptop across the room illuminated the whole room, casting it in a light blue.

"Hm?" He groaned, checking the clock. 1 AM. Oh, for Christ's sake…

"Alex?" He asked, the man looking up. His hair was loose, and in his face. He looked as though he hadn't slept in days.

"Mm, John?" Alex wiped a hand across his eyes, which John would have normally found cute, but made him feel exasperated at the particular moment.

"What're you doing up?" Alex inquired, John rolling his eyes, and sitting next to Alex.

"You really are unbelievable, y'know that. You're the one up at whatever God-dang time it is." Alex simply gave him an incoherent sentence in response.

"Alex, go to bed."

"Just...one...more...sentence." Alex struggled out.

"Alexander!"

"..."

"Alexander Hamilton, go to bed this instant."

"John, I need to finish this."

"Like heck you do," John responded, trying and failing to wrench the laptop from Alex's grasp. For someone so small, Alex could be exceptionally strong when he wanted to.

"Look," John pointed out the window, at the dark sky, dusted with stars, "The sky is asleep. You should be too."

"The sky doesn't control me." Alex mumbled, wrenching it back, "John! You closed my tabs!"

"Yes, so you can sleep."

"You're impossible."

"I'm not the obsessive writer here."

"Fair point." John shook his head fondly,

"If you're agreeing with me, you must be delirious from sleep loss, c'mon, Lex, come to sleep." Alex shook his head vehemently.

"I have a paper that I need to finish, and oh shoot, that political analysis…" Alex muttered under his breath.

"They can wait, Alex, your health is more important, You know that Mr. Washington would tell you the same thing. I can call him, if push comes to shove." John warned.

"Oh no, I'm so scared!" Alex grumbled, adding another paragraph. John attempted to pick him up, Alex clinging tightly to the chair. "Johnny, stop it!" He whined.

John bit his lip. "Johnny" melted his heart, but no. "Lex, c'mon. To bed."

"But Johnny….."

"But nothing." Alex gave him an indignant look, standing up, and walking out of the room. The exact opposite way of the bed. John followed after him, cursing his boyfriend's stubbornness, as endearing as it was at times.

Alex sat down on the couch in the living room, firmly refusing to move. Well. At least he wasn't writing anymore. John could consider that progress, but he knew better than to get his hopes up.

Alex turned on the T.V., John snatching the remote. Alex grumbled something, picking up a pad of paper and a pencil. John sighed, snatching that as well.

"John, why won't you let me?!"

"Because you see, humans need this thing to function. It's called sleep." John began. Alex snorted,

"Sleep is for the weak." He protested.

"Mhm. I also need you to sleep. So that you can be semi-happy tomorrow. A sleep-deprived Alex is not a fun experience, I can tell you. Even though I see it nearly every day."

"You do not!"

"Mm, fairly certain I do. Now, go to bed."

"Why?! Professor Washington will be mad at me!"

"He will not. ALEXANDER, NOW."

"No." Alex didn't even seem alarmed by John suddenly raising his voice. John had been fairly certain that would have done something, considering that he very rarely raised his voice to Alex, but it had done nothing.

"I will call Hercules, and we will remove you from the couch and to bed physically." John threatened. Alex gave him a look of disbelief,

"You wouldn't dare wake up Hercules in the middle of the night. Only Lafayette can get away with that without a scar." John raised his eyebrows,

"I will call Herc. I'm not joking."

"You're bluffing."

"I am not. Alexander, bed!"

"Just one more sentence!"

"A sentence turns into an essay. GO!"

"No." Alex still wouldn't give in. John gave a growl of frustration, Alex smirking at the sound. John had two choices at the moment. He could pretty much drug Alex with melatonin, or, he could try and seduce him to sleep (Weird as it sounds, he's done it a couple of times, with varying success levels).

John ran his fingers down his boyfriend's back, and Alex twisted away. "Nuh-uh."

"Lex, c'mon!"

"No."

John reached his hand out, carefully making contact with Alex's much lighter hand. Alex didn't object to that, so John slowly moved closer to him. In his exhausted state, Alex either didn't notice or didn't care.

"No… John…" Alex deliriously murmured, yawning loudly.

"C'mon darling, to bed. We can cuddle."

Alex firmly shook his head, edging away.

"Alexander!" John was very irritated now.

"I don't want to sleep, John," Alex whined, pulling away from John. John sighed. It was too frickin' late for this…

'And, why don't you want to sleep?" John questioned.

"Sleep is for the weak. I have papers." He took the laptop back, starting to type again.

John narrowed his eyes, picking Alex up.

"Now."

"John!" Alex shrieked. John was entirely unnerved by the sound, though, and the people they shared a wall with were quite used to random noises coming from Alex and John's apartment, especially when the Schuyler Sisters, Hercules, or Lafayette were over.

John proceeded to carry Alex into the bedroom, Alex realizing that protesting was pointless, and instead scowling at the floor like it had done him some great evil. John then dropped Alex onto the bed, wrapping blankets around him so that he couldn't escape. Alex was quite light, and a few blankets were enough to subdue his escape attempts.

Alex let out a whine of protest, twisting around.

John raised an eyebrow, wrapping his arms around Alex.

His boyfriend drifted off among the mess of blankets.

John snuggled in close to him, relishing the contact he got while his boyfriend was asleep. Despite what Lafayette (Who was prone to exaggerations) would tell you, Alex was not a very touchy-feely person. So John took what he could get without making Alex uncomfortable.

He rested his chin on Alex's head. He was having a small victory party in his head, over getting Alex, the impossibly stubborn love of his life, to sleep.

The next day, they would wake, and get on with their daily lives. Then repeat this ritual all over again.

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Thanks for reading! I think this was supposed to be Angst to begin with… But… Well… Yep. This is not my proudest work, but it was written over the duration of two different nights, both past midnight. So, yeah. Please review, even if it's just to yell at us!