[drabble] bertholdt hoover x reader | beds

"Bert."

"Hn."

"Bert~"

"Mmhm.."

"GET YOUR COLOSSAL FOOT OUT OF MY FACE!"

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"

...And he falls off of the bed.

"This wasn't exactly my idea of what sleeping beside you would be like," he comments from the floor, rubbing his eyes.

"Trust me, me neither," you mutter under your breath.

He starts to climb the bed once more before you lay on your back, limbs stretched out making you look like a starfish.

He pouts and asks, "Can you move over? I kind of won't have anywhere to sleep on if you do that."

"There's always the couch, you know," you reply.

With a sigh, he gives up. "Fine."

"Nooo!"

Before he knows it, you're tackling him on the floor, arms around his neck.

"Just what are you-"

"Shh," you say in a soft voice. I'm sleepy, you're sleepy, let's go to bed. Good night."

He rolls his eyes but doesn't stop the smile that spreads on his face. "Good night, love."