(I'm finally doing a super cute, fluff, nothing wrong one shot yay. Nvm that is a lie BUT IT GETS CUTE OKAY)
Prompt: 1 "Fuck you!" "If you insist.", 8 "Are you tired? Here, I'll carry you the rest of the way.", 10 "Sorry for calling late- I couldn't stop thinking about you.", And 29 "You, me, order in, Netflix. Waddya say?"

Trigger warnings: Slight abuse.

Your p.o.v

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I groaned. Who on earth is calling at....3:47 in the morning?! God, people are idiots.

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If you ignore it, (Y/n), it will go away. Just go back to sleep....

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"Who the fuck is it?!" I answer the phone, the angry, sleep deprived side of me showing.
"O-oh um.....hey....It's Guzma....sorry for calling late- I couldn't stop thinking about you...." As Guzma spoke, his voice was cracked and raspy. Something was wrong. "Shit Guzma, what's going on?" I heard a pitiful sniffle come from the other end of the line. "N-nothing huge.... Just-" "Save it. I'm on my way." I hung up, grabbed my jacket and shoes and bolted out my door, getting to Guzma as fast as possible. I ran through the grass, avoiding every wild Pokémon and finally made it to Guzma's house. "Guzma! Open up!" I frantically pounded on his front door. The same from door he shared with his....father....oh god I know what's wrong. Not giving a shit anymore, I rammed my foot into the door, busting it open. "Guzma!" I ran up to his room. He had showed me it one day while he was super drunk, we had a good laugh about it. But now, none of us were laughing. There lied Guzma, sniffling on his bed, curled up in a small ball. "Guzma...." I walked over to him, placing my hand on his back. He jumped slightly at my touch, but slowly relaxed. "H-hey....thanks for comin'..." Guzma looked up at me sadly, the bags under his eyes somehow darker, his hair stuck up in every direction, making him look almost homeless. He wiped some tears on an old tank top, stained with black mascara and....blood. "What the hell happened?!" I brought my hand up to wipe some tears away. "M-my dad...f-fuck he just..." More tears started to pour from his eyes. "Shh, shh it's okay....It's okay...." He shook violently once I hugged him. "H-he...t-the golf clubs..." He hugged me tighter. "It's okay....You don't need to explain it...." I pat his hair, calming him down, or at least trying to. His arms coiled around my waist, pulling me onto his lap, his head dug into my shoulder, a little uncomfortably, but I didn't say a thing. "Let's go back to my house. You know, you, me, order in, Netflix. Waddya say?" Guzma nodded, wiping the last of his tears on my shoulder. "Hell yeah." Guzma grabbed my hand and bolted out of his house. "Who's gonna to be open at 4 in the mornin'?" He asked, not bothering to close the from door after him. "Didn't think that through...." I pulled out my phone with a yawn. "We'll find somewhere..." I squinted, looking at the bright bright screen. "Are you tired? Here, I'll carry you the rest of the way. Plus, I'll get some food." Guzma lifted me up bridal style, making sure to not drop me. "Thanks....Guzma...." I yawned again, nuzzling into his chest.

"Wake up...." I heard a voice speak softly, then I felt something hot placed on my face. "Ah shit!" I shot up suddenly, flinging whatever was on my face across the room. "Jesus kid, ya just wasted food." Guzma laughed, picking at his take out in a shitty box. "Then don't put it on my face next time! It was super hot!" I pouted, looking away from the mess of a man that I just loved. "Now ya know how I feel whenever ya touch me. So hot ya burn me." He chuckled. I felt my face heat up uncontrollably. "D-did you just call me hot?!" Guzma's eyes widened when he realized what the hell he just said. "N-no!" I walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Guzma. Did you just call me hot?" I pressed my forehead to his, ignoring the fact that my heart might burst out of my body. "I told ya, no!" Even if Guzma wouldn't admit it, he loved this much attention. His arms snaked around me, pulling me closer to him. "I'm going to ask you one more time, did you just call me hot?" I looked into his eyes, resisting the urge to kiss his stupid mouth. "And I'm goin' to answer one more time, I didn't." I growled. "You're the worst...." Guzma held onto me tighter, kissing my forehead. "But that's why ya love me!" He continued to kiss all over my face. We both laughed, almost like children. "Fuck you, Guzma!"  I knew what was even happening, Guzma had pinned me to the floor, kissing up my neck. His hands trailed up my stomach and I could feel his smirk against my skin.

"If you insist~"