a/n: male reader because flambae is confirmed to be gay!!
+ credits to @/cursed-carmine for the dividers!
“What’re you doing there, azizam?” The brunette hummed, a heavy warm weight indicating he was leaning against you.
“It’s…” He squinted at the clock. “2am. And you’re playing these games instead of being in bed- tragedy.”
“I just need to get to level 110 then I can stop.” You reply, eyes fixated on the screen- practically a picture perfect rendition of his sticky fingered niece on her iPad.
You were definitely far more stubborn than the child despite your grown age.
At that he sighed, turning it off before you could protest. “I wasn’t asking, bitch. Your side of the bed is empty. Fix that.”
“Nooooo…..”
“Bed. Now. Don’t make me tell you twice- or your dumbass will be falling asleep on mission.”
“Mhnnnndon’t wanna…”
He wasn’t having any of the cutesy crap, clearly tired and barely conscious, his hair stuck to his scalp at a distinct angle he would’ve screamed at in broad daylight, judging his high standards.
In short? Tired.
He tossed your device over to the couch with little less than a scoff (your heart dropped into your balls as the fragile glass bounced off the cushioning and just landed on the edge)- and hauled you over his back in a gesture that was an awkward hybrid of a piggy-back and drag, walking you down the hall.
His back scalded against your body, a nice contrast as your ankles trailed across the cold tiled floor. Chad always ran hotter in the night, you’d found.
“Mi device…”
“Your boyfriend??” He instantly shot, giving you a look over your shoulder which had your mouth clamping shut in response.
“…Fair point, fair point.”
The broad man scoffed, slamming the door shut behind the both of you with a bit more force than was needed, slumping into the obscenely cozy sheets as he hauled your ass off of him- you barely landed on the mattress.
You weren’t doing much about it, to be fair.
To fix this tragic distance he dragged you closer by the shoulder, heaving you up the bed.
“You’re so lazy….can’t even sleep and that’s all you do.” He complains, clearly out of weariness than actual mirth, pressing a heated kiss against your neck.
“Goodnight.”
“But I need to pe-“
“I said goodnight.”
And the lamp switched off with a ‘click’, the room bathed in shadows.
You snorted at his tenacity, but under the drowsy pull of sleep, the cool wind of the fan and the immense heat of your boyfriend, you were absolutely knocked out.
been a while since i used tumblr on mobile what do you MEAN they got rid of the option to slide around the 🖊️ button and all the colourful buttons follow it
