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Flambae's Hoodie

Summary:

Flambae gains and subsequently loses a hoodie

Notes:

First fic, might come back to it later. Please enjoy ♥

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“Ugh, it’s bad enough Bob-bob wants a sweatshirt from ME,” Flambae groans, “But it also has to smell like me TOO?!?” Grunting as he reracks the barbell.

“I told you he was gonna be a needy bitch when you started dating his ass didn’t I?” Prism shots back, Idly scrolling on her feed, “And now that he’s YOUR needy bitch I gotta hear about it”

 

“Yeah yeah, you were right, now can you shut up about it and let me complain about my needy boytoy problems”

 

“I didn’t say I wasn’t gonna listen, you just gotta hear about me being right about his fucking ass if I gotta hear about his fucking ass. Especially since you got me up at the ass crack oh fucking dark o clock in the morning, bitch”

 

“Don’t fucking act like you weren’t already awake bitch I know you’re ass is scrolling anyway, now tell me if this is enough or do I need to get on the treadmill too” Flambae reaches over with the sleeve of his hoodie.

 

“GET THAT STANKY ASS THING AWAY FROM ME” Prism takes a swing at Flambae, “ It is too DAMN early for that bullshit! AND you have your nose to smell it with!”

 

“Yeah I ain’t fucking doing that, I’m already dying in this thing and if Bob-bob wants more he can fucking suck it” Flambae stretches out as he heads out of the weight room before Robert gets in. “I need to take a shower, thanks for hanging out. Bitch





Robert wakes up late to a good morning text from Flambae as he gets himself ready for his shift. He has to pick up his Flamplushi from Royd’s shop after an overnight upgrade juggling it and Beef the rest of the way to his desk he doesn’t notice the hoodie at first. It’s folded up nicely in his chair, flame decals up the arms and around the waist. The initial shock is enough for Beef to make his great escape over to Chase’s desk as he takes a closer look. A cute little Flambabe embroidered right over the heart. He smiles softly as he brings it up to his face for a whiff.

 

“Damn aren’t I one lucky son of a bitch” He says to himself oblivious to the face Chase is giving him over the cubicle wall.

 

What the FUCK are you doing that in public for?!?!” Chase Grumbles at Robert, covering Beef’s face, “It’s bad enough you’re dating one of those fuckers now I gotta watch you do whatever this is…”

 

“Shut up, you’re just jealous you can’t get laid grandpa,” Robert says dressing the Flamplushie -with it’s newly installed heater (Thanks Royd)- in his newly acquired hoodie

 

“Can’t and won’t if it’s got you doing freaky shit like this in front of me,” Chase scoffs, “I got better things to do with my time, isn’t that right Beefy boi? Anyways, the Z-team looked pretty riled up today coming in so be prepared.”