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deity-prompts · 1 year

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heyyy! I really love your prompts and one-liners. I was wondering if you can do College Enemies to Lovers prompts and one-liners, you know where B transfers to the college A is in; Kinda like After but different where A and B have to share dorms. It's totally fine if you don't want to do them. Have a wonderful day/night. <3

It’s been a while since I’ve done any enemies to lovers and this is just the ask I need to get back into it. (In some prompts they share a room, in some they share an apartment / house.)

Enemies to Lovers College Roommates Prompts

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A insists on dividing their room in half exactly, so B makes sure to “accidentally” leave their things on A’s side.

A and B fight over who gets the bigger room. A managed to snag it first but when they go home for a weekend, B swaps the rooms around. Let the room war begin.

A keeps sending away B’s dates when they show up at the door, totally not out of jealousy.

A hasn’t been on dates in a while and B makes fun of them for it. A makes a big show of pretending to go on dates and even fakes sex noises in their room to convince B they’re getting lucky.

A’s bed breaks and the couch hurts their back, leaving them with one (reluctant) sleeping alternative: B’s bed.

A leaves sticky notes with condescending reminders on them (“Dirty dishes go into the sink, not beside it”) for B, who replies with equally petty stick notes of their own.

They decide to treat themselves to some new IKEA furniture, only to bicker and fight while building it.

A complains about B walking around with barely any clothes on, starting a game of chicken where B walks around with less and less clothes.

Though A has never asked them too, B always makes A breakfast with their own. Until one day after a particularly bad fight with A, and A can’t help but yearn for that domestic gesture.

A realises they’re in love with B and quarantines themself in their room until it wears off. B, convinced A is upset or crazy, breaks down the door and demands to know what’s going on.

Oneliners

“You can’t give me the silent treatment forever, we share a room.”

“It’s 3am. Where were you this time?”

“You are banned from cooking, okay? I can’t take the smell of burning anymore.”

“Something tells me you’re sleeping with me just so you can stay in the bigger room.”

“Are you . . . wearing my clothes?” “If I’m the one washing them, I’m the one wearing them.”

“What, did you think we’d live together forever? You enrage me. I can’t wait to leave.”

“I can hear you crying through the door.”

“I go to a party to get away from you and, of course, you’re at that same party.”

“CAN YOU STOP LOUDLY TYPING ON THAT FUCKING LAPTOP?!”

“It’s my house too, I’m allowed walk around in as little clothes as I want.”

Also see:

Enemies to lovers prompts masterlist

Reasons for college students to be in close proximity

Studying prompts and oneliners

Prompts masterlist

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forestryprompts · 5 months

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Character A: Finally! We're sharing a living space. Isn't this exciting?

Character B: Exciting? I'd use a different word, like “inconvenient.”

Character A: We'll be like those couples in movies who can't stand each other at first but end up falling madly in love.

Character B: I'll settle for just getting through the day without strangling you.

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samglyph · 6 months

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Very important to have friends who enjoy media you don’t personally enjoy, both because having friends with varying interests can help you understand why someone might enjoy something even if it’s not your cup of tea which can help build empathy skills and also because there’s nothing more fun then being able to explain the plots of your respective obsessions to each other and have the other respond with “what the fuck”

#I miss my roommate Maddie this was prompted by your dr theory posting #idk what the fuck is going on but I appreciate it #text

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scealaiscoite · 2 months

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valentine’s prompts; tropes ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍊 ꒱

ੈ✩‧₊˚ friends to lovers

¹⁾ “you really planned this?! remind me how you’re single, again?”

²⁾ “thanks for making today a little less depressing.”

³⁾ “has it occurred to you that we’ve spent more valentine’s days with each other than with people we’ve actually been dating?”

⁴⁾ “c’mon, like i need an excuse to spend time with you.”

⁵⁾ “i can’t help but think that this is a little more effort than someone would normally put in for their friend.”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ coworkers to lovers

¹⁾ “if you’re still wondering who left those flowers at your desk, i think i’m ready to put your mind at ease.”

²⁾ “you’re telling me you really have nowhere better to be than here today?”

³⁾ “c’mon, it’s not like haven’t shared a dinner whilst working late before. it doesn’t have to mean anything different just because of the day that’s in it.”

⁴⁾ “someone’s been leaving valentines for me all over the building today, and i’m pretty sure i know who.”

⁵⁾ “i don’t have any plans after work, and i know you haven’t either. how about we keep each other company instead of spending it alone?”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ roommates to lovers

¹⁾ “before you say anything about me being at home tonight, i want to remind you that you are too.”

²⁾ “i thought that since we both had nowhere to be today, we could make a day of it. just ourselves.”

³⁾ “i’m guessing that the fact you’re already home will tell me everything i need to know about how your date went.”

⁴⁾ “wow, someone’s looking good. hot date, or what?”

⁵⁾ “i’m happy i got to spend the day with someone i actually care about.”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ exes to lovers

¹⁾ “don’t tell me; you had so much fun with me last year, that you just couldn’t resist spending it with me again.”

²⁾ “wow, you really don’t have anyone special in your life at the minute.”

³⁾ “ i wanted to treat you how i should’ve before.”

⁴⁾ “you really thought i wouldn’t remember what you like? please, give me a little credit.”

⁵⁾ “maybe if things had gone like this every year, we wouldn’t have ended up the way we did.”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ secret relationship

¹⁾ “are you telling me we can’t do anything to mark the day?”

²⁾ “i understand if you don’t want to, but i wanted to tell you that i planned a few things for us today.”

³⁾ “it’s so much less than what you deserve, but it’s all i could think to do given the circumstances.”

⁴⁾ “and here i was, expecting just an anonymous bunch of flowers.”

⁵⁾ “i couldn’t think of a better night to show everyone how in love with you i am.”

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sunniepoo · 1 month

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pervy roommate!jj

~🩰~🎀~🩰~🎀~🩰~🎀~🩰~🎀~🩰~🎀~🩰~🎀~🩰~🎀~🩰~

you would be lying if you said you didn’t have a small crush on him but how could you not- he was perfect!

the countless moans and complaints from your friends about rooming with a guy had put you off completely: ‘they treat you like a servant’ or ‘they never clean up’

shortly after hearing this, it didn’t take much convincing to ask for a change in roommate but one toothy smile from the familiar tall, troublemaker blonde had you falling head over heels

shockingly for you and everyone who knew the infamous jj maybank, full of trouble and recklessness, he was a great roommate- the dishes were always done; bed made not only for him but you as well ; whenever your classes ran late, you’d open the door to an aroma of your favourite food made by the one and only; and any sort of maintenance issues were fixed by him

adding on to it all, it didn’t help he was quite easy on the eyes but the cherry on the cake of it all is that he was sweet!

any hard day was cured once you were laying in his lap as he ruffled through the tops of your head, detangling any knots in the process

“s’kay gorgeous, he’s just got a stick up his ass..‘kay and trust me as the years go by it just gets wedged up further”

“jay stop.. you can’t say that” you giggle out in response as you shuffle closer into his torso, which ran warm as usual, closing your eyes to succumb to sleep

he was as close to perfect a roommate can get but there was just one slight problem

“are you sure you haven’t seen it?” you ask despite knowing the answer to your question deep down in your heart

“yessss!” he groans out loudly, the blonde stood, back facing flat against your room door watching as you hurriedly rummage through your cluttered bedroom “i’on know why you’ve got your panties in a twist about one bra”

“because jayj it’s my favourite one and i need it to wear on dates” you whine out, stomping your feet on the ground

“i’d rather see my girls bare” he whispers smugly in your ear before wandering off into his own space causing you to stand there lost and dumbfounded

and as the wind crashes against the windows, in the dead of the night you can make out a faint whimpering of the now dishevelled blonde, hair sweatily stuck against his forehead, as he works his length into the cups of your bra, moving them around the length of his dick

just a slight problem you say to yourself as the wet pool forms in your panties

~🩰~🎀~🩰~🎀~🩰~🎀~🩰~🎀~🩰~🎀~🩰~🎀~🩰~🎀~🩰~

#jj maybank #outer banks #obx #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank drabble #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #rafe cameron #obx drabble #roommate!jj #pervy!jj

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flamingpudding · 1 month

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I have a theory!

Duke groaned, his head tumping against his desk on his side of the room. He had heard these words often enough by now to know that his roommate was going to start ranting about something strange but weirdly fascinating again.

The last time his roommate started with that, he went on a rant how all rich people have a secret basement below their homes or some secretly identities with a bulletpoint list of what to look out for as a warning. Which Duke had a hard time not laughing about as he thought about Bruce, who ended up checking a lot of the bulletpoints.

"Danny what is it now?" Duke ended up asking after all. He knew he wouldn't be able to stop his roommate. No one aside from his sister apparently could, Danny even gave her number to Duke as an emergency number in case Danny ever gets so caught up in his own thoughts that even he himself couldn't stop himself anymore. Yeah that was weird to watch Danny trying to stop himself, but it was fascinating that his sister only needed to say his name twice over the speaker.

"Duke hear me out!" Okay of to a good start, so this meant Danny wasn't a hundred percent behind his own theory.

"Red Hood is a ghost or part ghost!"

If Duke had been drinking something, he would have taken a spit take here. For some reasons he had the image of Jason wearing a bed sheet saying the most deadpan 'Boo' in his head when Danny said that. He coughed, trying to hide that amusement. "What makes you say that?"

"You know how you 'saw' that I am a 'Meta'?" Danny ask him in return and Duke nodded still feeling a but weird with how Danny sounded when he refred to himself as Meta but also vividly remembering how his roommate pretty much blinded him on the day he moved into the dorms. "I can kind of see something similar. Like I explained how I have a ghost sense and all that, right?"

"Yea, you did." Duke nodded along, he new his roommate became a Meta through a lab accident. Once Duke had asked him and they had the cleared the air about both of them being Metas, Danny had somewhat opened up a bit on his whole weird family and Duke thought his family wasn't normal but compared to the Fentons the Batfamily might as well could be.

"Well last night I ran into him when I went scrap collecting for my engineering project!"

"DANNY!" Duke couldn't help but scowl. One the school was providing materials, Danny didn't need to do that and two, if he met Red Hood aka Jason that meant Danny wandered far enough to end up near or in Crime Alley! He would need to bug Jason later to find out more about that.

"I know, I know." His roommate waved him off. "Anyway, my ghost sense tingled. Soooo Red Hood got to be a ghost or part ghost, considering he hit a wall instead of phasing through it when he chased me..."

"Danny!" Duke scowled him again, hidding his amusement behind it. Now, he really had to get THAT story out of Jason later, plus he wanted to see if there maybe was possible video proof of Jason running into a wall chasing after Danny.

"Anyway! I got more than just that! Listen here, you know how I told you about some of my parents' inventions..." Danny instead continued finally starting his rant.

#danny fenton #danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #crossover #duke thomas #jason todd #duke and danny are roommates #danny has theories #and duke has to listen to them #some of them are really funny #he will use them to tease the rest of the batfam #random late night thoughts #stress writing #prompt idea

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puppetmaster13u · 3 days

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Prompt 279

Now Danny didn’t mean to make a Bootube channel. He’d meant to send that sleep deprived ramble to Tucker, but he had clicked on the wrong app and yeah. Apparently people enjoy his space rambles- or it could have been the ghost blob-cats that had decided to flop onto him. (Honestly he wasn’t surprised they would start to mimic the shapes of things in their surroundings)

Tucker? Found it hilarious, as did Sam and Val and… um, okay this has become their shared channel now, nice. Though there are some strange comments on some of the videos. Really, what do they mean green sky and crazy tech???

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minty364 · 3 months

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DPXDC Prompt #138

Damian decided he wanted to be a veterinarian in his spare time so after high school he applied to Gotham University and moved into the dorms. Alfred and his Father highly encouraged it something about getting that college dorm experience and they were pushing him to make a friend or two. He also didn’t know what to expect from his roommate Nightingale, something was off about him and Damian was determined to find out what that is.

Danny just wanted to get his engineering degree. Unfortunately his new roommate seemed curious about him. After he ran away from home he decided he’d try to make it on his own. He didn’t even try to tell his parents about Phantom, their prejudice about ghosts wasn’t going away soon and the sooner he got away the safer he’d be. He had to think about the infinite realms now and keeping their king, well himself, safe was the best option at the moment. If only the Observants could stop appearing in unexpected places to beg him to return to the realms.

#dp x dc prompt #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny fenton #danny phantom #writing prompt #Danny and Damian are roommates #and they were roommates #eventual dead serious?#dead serious #Do you think the Fentons even noticed him leave?#Danny changed his last name so he’d be harder to track #my asks are open #all my prompts are free to use #by the way I appreciate everyone for liking commenting and reblogging these posts I read them all and I appreciate some of the clarificatio

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me-writes-prompts · 1 month

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-:Friends to lovers(roommates edition) prompts:-

(AND they were roommates🤭🤭 enjoyed writing this ;) )

By @me-writes-prompts

Sharing everything including bathroom accessories, perfumes, etc.

When they start noticing their little habits and quirks

^^ “I did NOT know you had the ability to snore that loud but here we are.” “Well, it wasn’t like I knew that you sleep with a hundred stuffed animals!”

Movie nights and cuddling👀

Setting rules for each other but breaking them simultaneously, also.

Building their dream rooms together and bonding over the fact that they have totally different aesthetics/or the same one

Baking/cooking together and finding themselves in a heap of mess

“It just so happens that we’re friends but I have to say that you are a terrible person to be roommates with!” “It’s not like you’re my dream roommate!”

Playing hide and seek, except they don’t that they are both the ones hiding and expecting the other to show up💀

“You ate my chocolate cake, so now I’m going to eat your mum’s pie.” “I didn’t eat your chocolate cake!” “You have chocolate crumbles on your face!” “Oh.”

Silly arguments that have them rolling in laughter afterwards

Finding their friend to be a partner material after living with them for so long(hehehe)

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novelbear · 1 year

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"and they were roommates!" - friends to lovers prompts (roomie edition)

having movie nights that start happening more frequently the more they bond

^ maybe one will purposefully choose a scary movie so that they have an excuse to cling to the other all night

falling asleep on the couch together (and being very flustered at their positions in the morning)

cooking for one another

maybe one learns to cook the other's favorite meal as a treat, the gesture absolutely melting their heart

"hey, can i borrow your hoodie real quick? i'm just heading down to the store and mine isn't really dry yet..."

^ and then they realize that their roommate looks downright adorable in their clothes

they also don't get the hoodie back (and that's completely fine)

as they get more comfortable living together, they start knowing exactly where eachother's belongings are

trying not to get too worried when one comes home too late at night

and when they angrily express this to their roommate, all the other can think of is "why do you care this much?"

trying to hide a blush in the mornings because their morning/sleepy voice is a little too nice to listen to

sharing a bed.

^ then making up more excuses to share a bed after that night just to wake up next to their roommate in the mornings.

drunk confessions while one is taking care of the other

jealousy when they bring dates home

"you look so cute." "i'm literally in my pajamas but okay."

having a lot of space on the sofa yet they still choose to be lying on top of eachother.

"who knew that living together would lead to this?" "thank god it did.."

#otp prompts #writing prompts #imagine your otp #otp writing #writeblr #prompt list #romance prompts #fluff prompts #domestic prompts #dialogue prompts #friends to lovers prompts #fluff #roommate prompts #request

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chaoswarfare · 1 year

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dp x dc prompt #51

when damian was sent to investigate a‘brainwashing summer camp’ he was not pleased. The kid who shared his cabin room might make it more bearable though. Danny seems to hate this place just as much as he does.

Two days later after both of them are tied up in the store room for spying, maybe he should have come in with a better plan.

summer camp dead serious thing that nobody but my brain asked for.

#dp x dc #danny phantom #danny fenton #dc x dp #crossover #dc universe #dp x dc crossover #writing prompt #writing #damian wayne #brainwashing summer camp #you can’t convince me that the main camp counselor didn’t start with ‘hello happy campers!’#dead serious #secret identities. you know. to make dating more exciting.#they bond over being the only ones that hate the place lmao #me: i can’t write this myself because i’ve never been to summer camp #my brain: but you can write about children running across rooftops in the middle of the night?#me: off topic next question #and they were roommates

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arealphrooblem · 8 months

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A Good Roommate Is Hard To Find

Synopsis: Civilian has harbored a secret crush on his roommate for a long time, only to find out that said roommate is the newest villain on the scene during a robbery at his job.

CW: death threats, knives

There was only one thing worse than having a crush on your straight roommate: having a crush on your straight villain roommate.

Actually worse than that were rent prices, which kept Civilian from running as far in the opposite direction as he could get after he gave his statement to the police.

A statement that contained a big, gaping hole.

Because it couldn’t be true, right? It had to be a coincidence. Lots of people had weird, star shaped birthmarks on their ribs. It was a huge leap of logic to assume that the villain who had just tried to rob the bank that morning had the exact same birthmark as Civilian’s roommate for the past two years.

Or maybe he just imagined it. It had been a very traumatic day. Civilian went home after the police released him and had a massive panic attack in the shower for about forty five minutes and then pressed two weighted blankets on him in bed like a panini grill.

Having a group of villains stride into your workplace, guns blazing, would do that to you. As would getting stuck in the crossfire between said villains and the Hero from behind a desk, praying a stray bullet or laser beam wouldn’t hit and kill you.

It was only a coincidence that Civilian had seen the birthmark. Near the end of the fight, one of the villains had been thrown over the very desk Civilian cowered behind, hitting the wall hard enough that even Civilian winced in sympathy.

He laid there for a moment, dazed, half his torso exposed from a rip in his clothes, that stupid, undeniable birthmark on full display. Civilian could only stare at it, head dizzy as if he also took blunt force trauma to it. The villain groaned and sat up.

For one agonizingly long second their eyes met. Civilian felt like a kitten spotted by a hawk. This was it. His time was up. He’d be just another statistic on the news --

But the villain just put a finger on his lips -- a silent command for silence -- that Civilian could only nod helplessly at. Then the villain slipped away in the chaos and disappeared.

And besides, it couldn’t be his roommate because his roommate was in Colorado, visiting some online friend of his and going mountain biking or whatever.

Two days after the attack, Roommate burst through the front door, dumping his duffel bag onto the floor and stepping towards Civilian with a scary single minded determination.

It took every ounce of control not to flinch when Roommate cupped his face, gaze roving over his features as if looking for injuries.

Roommate himself looked untouched from the fight. It almost made Civilian second guess himself. But he hadn’t spent the last two days analyzing every detail his love-sick brain had filed away for the last two years to doubt himself now.

That villain and his roommate were the same person.

“I saw the news,” Roommate said. “Are you okay? Did you get hurt? I tried to change my flight but this was the soonest I could get in.”

The lie hurt. Obviously Roommate hadn’t been mountain biking in Colorado for the past few days so it begged the question: what else did he lie about? Was this concern just an elaborate play at innocence? But if his roommate was taking the time to craft this act of concern, then he must not think Civilian knew.

And if Civilian valued his life, he’d have to keep it that way and force normalcy.

“I’m fine,” he said, trying for a smile and coming up with a grimace. “I mean, I’m not fine. It was fucking scary, but I didn’t get hurt. So there’s that. Work’s given me a week off and then. . .”

Roommate scowled. “And then what? They can’t possibly think you’d be okay working there again after only a few days off? You should quit.”

“Quit?” Civilian’s eyebrows raised. “And we both get thrown out on our asses? We’re lucky enough to have this apartment as it is.”

“I have enough savings to get us through for a few weeks while you find another job,” Roommate insisted.

“I thought you blew it all on Colorado,” Civilian joked weakly.

And where the fuck did those savings come from? he wanted to ask. But he didn’t dare.

“Not all of it. Seriously. You should think about it.”

Something gleamed in the roommate’s eyes, like a warning. Civilian swallowed thickly and nodded.

“Okay. I’ll think about it. I just . . .I think I’m going to go lay down for a bit. It’s good to have you back. You’ll have to tell me all about it when I wake up again.”

Roommate’s face lit up with a smile and Civilian’s heart twisted in his chest. “I have so many good photos. It’s beautiful out there.You should come with me next time.”

“Yeah sure,” said Civilian thoughtlessly, thinking only of the dark safety of his room.

“Get some rest.” Roommate nudged Civilian towards the hallway. “I’ll order us pizza.”

Civilian nodded and forced his steps to slow as he made his way to the bedroom. Once the door shut and the fan turned on, he buried his head under his pillows and tried to get his breathing under control.

Faking normalcy was going to be harder than he thought.

"Oh you're starting dinner already?"

Civilian jumped at the sound of his roommate's voice, the knife slipping and nearly cutting into his fingertip. A quick glance over his shoulder showed his roommate leaning against the opposite counter, arms folded loosely over his chest.

Just a casual chat. And yet it felt like a fist suddenly gripped Civilian's heart. Even after three days, it still felt like walking the knife’s edge every time they were in the same room together.

"I, um, got bored," he said, thankful to be facing away so his terror wouldn't show as he fought it back down. "I didn't know you'd be home so soon."

"I took a half day at lunch. Did some shopping. I got you more of that tea. It seemed to help you sleep."

A hint of guilt colored his roommate's nonchalance. Or maybe Civilian just imagined it.

"Thanks," Civilian said.

Focus. Focus on the potato. Cube the potato. Be the potato.

Heart thudding in his ears, his concentration on chopping vegetables, Civilian didn't hear the movement until his roommate's head appeared over his shoulder.

"What are you making?" he asked.

Civilian swallowed down a lick of sudden hysteria.

Get a fucking hold of yourself he thought. There is no reason why he'd be suspicious unless you're acting like a lunatic!

"Soup," he managed to croak. "The, uh, kind at the Italian restaurant you like."

A bribe. A hope. A way to remind himself that he knew his roommate, right? They've lived together for two years.

And true to form, his roommate's eyes brightened. "Oh excellent! We haven't had that in ages."

"That's because chopping all these vegetables is a pain in the ass."

A thick tension rose and tightened between them. Civilian concentrated on chopping, trying to ignore the heat at his back as his roommate didn't step away, didn't leave. Just watched him.

"You're using the wrong knife, you know," the roommate said softly.

" . . .what?"

The roommate reached over Civilian's shoulder to the knife block on the counter and pulled one out. It was small and two fingers wide, short and wickedly sharp. Fear clenched Civilian's throat with icy hands.

"You're using a butcher knife," his roommate murmured against Civilian's ear. A shiver fluttered down his neck. "That's for cutting meat. You need a paring knife for vegetables."

" . . .Oh." Was it just him or did the kitchen suddenly feel low on air? "I'll . . . remember that . . .for next time. . ."

"Why don't I take over? At least for the chopping."

Civilian tightened his grip on the knife, an instinctive gesture he had no control over. But even though Roommate had offered help in the kitchen many times, that same instinct screamed not to let him. Something felt different this time.

"I got it," he said, forcing lightness in his tone. "You know you're hopeless in the kitchen."

"I'm good with knives, though." Civilian swallowed down another spike of cold terror. "It's the least I can do if you're making me my favorite."

The paring knife rested just inside Civilian's peripheral, deceptively harmless.

"Why don't you put the gnocchi on to boil," he said. "I'm almost done here."

His roommate sighed, a rush of air against Civilian’s cheek. "You're always so stubborn," he said with sad fondness.

The paring knife moved like a flash and suddenly it's cold steel pressed light as a kiss just under Civilian's jaw.

His breath froze in his lungs.

"Drop the knife, Civilian."

" . . .Roommate?" It wasn't difficult to pitch his voice high in uncertain fear. To pretend shock. "What are you doing?"

"I know that you know."

"Know what?" Civilian breathed and then cringed at how unbelievable it sounded even to his own ears.

He only had room in his head for one secret, it was hard to sound convincingly ignorant when every cell screamed at him to run away.

"You've tried so valiantly to hide it, but I know you too well." Roommate's murmured against his ear. "You're afraid."

Civilian dragged a shaky breath into his lungs. "You have a knife to my throat."

"And you are nowhere near as shocked about that as you should be." Roommate twisted the knife until the flat of the blade lay against Civilian's skin -- and then he dragged it, achingly slow, over Civilian's jawline to rest against raw bitten lips.

A wave of dizziness gripped him, driven by fear mixed with the heady, dangerous edge of want, the desire Civilian struggled with for so many months wrapping its claws around his chest.

"Be a good boy and drop the knife."

Breath came fast and heavy as he willed himself to relax his fingers, to release the knife. Not that he would have even thought of it as a weapon and not a kitchen tool until his roommate demonstrated it. But with one having danced so close to his pulse, letting go of his own felt like a death sentence.

The second he dropped the knife, his roommate twisted a hand into the fabric of his shirt and hauled him across the kitchen to pin him against the fridge. The smiling tomato magnet they grabbed as a joke at a yard sale clattered to the floor and broke into pieces. The roommate doesn't so much as flinch, their gaze like stone, the knife never wavering from Civilian's neck.

He swallows thickly against the panic, never more afraid in his life than in this moment. He never thought death would look like his favorite person in the world ready to slit his throat with a paring knife.

And yet the desire still thrummed beneath it all, a twisted hunger being fed from such close contact, like his body forgot to stop yearning in light of what his mind knew. But the stone-cold glint in his roommate’s eyes twisted his face from comfortingly familiar into dangerously unrecognizable.

Seeing it shattered something in Civilian just like that stupid magnet. His eyes prickled and stung; the roommate's face turned blurry. Humiliated, he darted his gaze to the window, focusing on the speck of green of the neighbor’s tree swaying in the breeze.

And waited for death.

Time stretched long and excruciating between each heartbeat. Then the coolness of the knife disappeared, replaced by warm fingers that nudged his gaze back to his roommate’s.

“Hey,” the roommate said softly.

That granite hardness of his gaze had melted into soft concern. The exact kind of look he gave Civilian each time a migraine flared up. The reminder of that felt as dangerous as the knife. It couldn’t be real.

“Hey, it’s okay.”

The words hit him like a slap to the face.

“Don’t say that!” Civilian hissed. “I didn’t do anything and you’re going to kill me.”

He flinched from the hand that raised up, knocking his head painfully against the fridge. But Roommate only brushed a stray tear away with his calloused thumb.

“You’re right,” he said pensively. “You didn’t do anything. And I’m not going to kill you.”

He turned and tossed the knife into the sink. Civilian did not feel any safer, however. He felt like a bug under the shadow of a boot, even as Roommate smoothed his hands over Civilian’s chest in a display of casual affection he would have died for a week earlier.

“Here is what I am going to do,” he continued. “I’m going to finish dinner. You’re going to compose yourself in a long hot shower and when you get out we are going to eat and have a discussion about the way things are going to be from now on. Is that alright?”

Civilian nodded, not trusting his voice. What other answer could he possibly give?

Part two here

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