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Two Shots of Vodka - Takami Keigo / Hawks x (f) Reader
In honor of me crying over the first episode of season 6, here's some Hawks fluff! Written in second person, which I don't usually write in so it may be a bit wonky. Yes the title is a reference to that one vine. Enjoy!
Warning(s)- mentions of alcohol, slight angst I guess
When you got a knock at your door at 1 in the morning, the last person you expected to see was your ex-boyfriend.
You and Keigo had been broken up for almost two weeks now, after being together for three years. Things were going great in the beginning, but as time went on, and Keigo spent more and more time away for work, tensions rose, and you ended up breaking up.
You looked at the man leaning against the frame of your doorway, reeking of alcohol. He moved to stand up straight but wobbled and fell back against the doorway.
You sighed, “Keigo, you're going to hurt yourself.” You moved to help him but he waved you back.
“Oh, so NOW I’m Keigo to you??” He demanded, a mixture of anger and hurt in his golden eyes.
You tilted your head in confusion, “What the hell are you talking about?”
He leaned his forehead against the doorframe and closed his eyes, “Y-you told me I wasn't Hawks to you. You told me- you told me I was Keigo to you.”
You hesitated, hearing the pain in his voice. You moved forward and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, leaning his weight onto you.
“C’mon, Kei. Let's get you to bed, we can talk about it in the morning.” You said gently, leading him to the bedroom.
He squirmed in your hold, “I wanna… talk now.” He said tiredly, “I miss you.”
You let him fall onto the bed, and he instantly curled up, shielding himself with his wings. You began to walk away until you felt a hand wrap around your wrist.
“Don’t go.” He whined quietly, eyes shining with unshed tears.
Your eyes softened as you sat down next to him. He placed his head in your lap as you threaded your fingers through his unruly blonde hair.
“I’m gonna go get you some water, ok? I’ll be right back. Promise.” You said, gently lifting his head and putting his head on the pillow as he closed his eyes and nodded.
When you returned to the room with pain pills and a glass of water, he was snoring softly. You smiled sadly and put the items down on the nightstand. You brushed his bangs out of his eyes; his wings ruffled at the pleasant sensation.
“I’m sorry, Kei. For everything.” You kissed his forehead, “Sleep well. I love you.”
You gently placed a blanket over his and left the room to sleep on the couch.
_________ _________ ________
Keigo woke up with a pounding headache. He groaned at the light streaming into the room, and pulled the blanket over his head. His eyes shot open at the familliar smell, and he sat up as he painfully remembered the events of last night.
He noticed the glass of water and bottle of pills on the nightstand and gratefully took them. He rubbed his eyes and got up, stretching out his wings and slightly stumbling out of the bedroom and into the living room.
“Theres tea if you want some.” You said from the couch, gesturing towards the kitchen, not bothering to turn around to face him.
Keigo hesitated slightly, before walking over to where you sat.
You watched as he sat down on the couch slowly, sharp eyes looking anywhere but at you.
It was strange, to see the normally confident number two pro hero so meek and hesitant.
He tapped his knee, and took a deep breath, “I’m sorry.” He started, still not looking at you, “About last night. About the breakup. About being an idiot workaholic who never prioritized you. You were the best thing in my life. And I fucked it up.”
“Kei, look at me.” You said softly, making him turn his head to finally look at you, “It’s ok.”
He shook his head, “It’s not ok.”
“Really, it’s-” You were cut off by the feeling of his lips on yours.
He pulled back, nuzzling his nose next to yours, “I still love you so fucking much. I thought I’d be ok.” He whispered, “I tried not to care. But I can’t get you out of my head.”
You rested your forehead against his, putting your hand up to cup his cheek, “You didn't do anything wrong.” You said firmly, “You’re a hard worker, and you care about protecting people. That’s one of the things I love about you.”
His eyes shined with hope, “Love? As in present tense? You- you still love me?”
You chuckled, “‘Course. I told you I’d never love anyone the way I loved you. I was serious.”
He wrapped his arms around you and buried his head in the crook of your neck, as you wrapped your arms around him and kissed the top of his head.
He snuggled into you, trying to get as close as possible, “Can we go back to the way things were? When we loved each other and it was just us against the world?” He asked, making you nod.
“Yeah, baby, I would really like that.” You twirled his hair around your fingers, “How’s your head feel?”
He groaned, wrapping his wings around you both to shield his eyes from the light.
You laughed, “I’ll go get you some water.” You moved to get up but he tightened his grip.
“Just stay with me for now, please.” He said quietly.
You ran your fingertips down his strong arm, appreciating the muscles he worked so hard for, “How about we go lay down until you feel better?” You offered, making him nod.
He laid down on the bed as you shut the curtains and laid next to him. He draped his wing gently over you and wrapped an arm around your middle pulling you close. You rested your head on his chest, right over his heart; it was just as you remembered, steady and strong.
You breathed in the smell of his cologne and felt your body relax at the familiar smell.
He smiled down at you and kissed your forehead, rubbing circles on your back absentmindedly, “I love you.” He hummed.
You looked up at him and rubbed your thumb over the stubble on his jaw, pressing a kiss to his lips, “I love you too, Kei.”
All hail the amazing and beloved @callie-caje who somehow gets me to write and actually be productive at least once a week haha! This one is another drabble based off a new prompt: Wearing each other’s clothes. Hope you enjoy it, especially you @sunsetuniverse ;D
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“What do you think you’re doing?”
The sharp words felt like a dagger right through Peter’s chest, spinning around with wide, startled eyes to face the man standing in the doorway. Peter could only imagine he looked like a deer caught in headlights right about now. Too stunned to respond, and too spooked to even try. Instinct told the speedster he should run right about now, but the icy blue glare of his father was enough to freeze him to the spot.
For what felt like an eternity they just stared at each other, unmoving. It was so still in fact, Peter thought he must have slipped into superspeed by accident, only to feel his heart start to race as Erik’s jaw clenched with unbridled fury.
“Take that off,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for objection.
Slowly -probably slower than Peter had ever moved before-, Peter hesitantly reached up to his face and lifted the offending object off of his head. The metal was cool beneath his fingertips, and as he lowered his hands, he could see his reflection shimmering off the mask’s gleaming surface.
Okay, so maybe stealing his Nazi hunting, president killing, ex-terrorist father’s helmet was a bad idea.
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Wrench: *a punk pyromaniac anarchist, member of a hacker collective that fight against big corporations and their corrupt CEOs(and capitalism btw), he is also listed as a cyberterrorist/terrorist (WD Bloodline confirmed it)
Another songfic for Matt from Death Note! This one is based on Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys.
Enjoy!
Warning(s): Mentions of drinking
Have you got color in your cheeks?
He hadn't even wanted to go to this stupid party in the first place. The only reason he was even here was because Mello was planning on getting blitzed and needed a designated driver(and he didn't trust Matt to stay sober alone in the apartment). Now here he was, standing around a party full of drunk people he didn't know nor care about, watching as his ex-girlfriend blushed at something some guy said to her. Man, he wished he was home, drunk and playing video games, instead of sober and in pain.
Are there some aces up your sleeve?
Have you no idea that you’re in deep?
He sighed into his drink(not alcoholic, Mello checked). He couldn't keep his eyes off of her. He was vaguely aware that he probably looked like a creep, standing there staring at her, but how could he not? Not when she looked as beautiful as he remembered. Even after not seeing her for so long, the effect she had on him was just as strong as the day he asked her to be his. He wondered if she even knew the amount of power she still held over him.
I’ve dreamt about you nearly every night this week.
He had known she would be there before he even saw her. Mello had warned him beforehand. The nights before the party, his dreams were consumed by her. Memories of her laugh and her smile came flooding into his dreams, and when he woke up he realized he had been crying. Every time.
Cause there’s this tune I found
That makes me think of you somehow an’ I play it on repeat
Until I fall asleep, spillin’ drinks on my settee
Seeing her now made him remember the countless nights he sat on the couch of his and Mello’s apartment, drinking whiskey straight from the bottle as My Song by Elton John played on repeat for hours until he eventually passed out on the couch, heartbroken and drunk.
(Do I wanna know?) If this feelin’ flows both ways?
(Sad to see you go) Was sorta hopin’ that you’d stay.
He drank to the point where the only thing he could remember was her name when all he wanted was to forget. When she left, it was the hardest moment of his entire life, and he had been through some shit. All he wanted to know is if she felt the same way he did. If she stayed awake at night, staring at the ceiling thinking of him. But as much as he wanted to know, the fear of her answer kept him coming back to the bottle.
(Baby we both know) That the nights were mainly made
For sayin’ things that you can’t say tomorrow day.
“I just can’t do this anymore!”
The words rang out in the silent apartment.
They were both tired and on edge the night they broke up. If he was being honest, he didn't even remember how the argument started.
Well, that was a lie. He remembered how it happened, but he just didn't know why it had happened.
“You can’t do what anymore?” He asked, no emotion in his voice.
She choked back a sob and squeezed her eyes shut, “I can’t keep feeling like I’m not loved.” She looked down and whispered, causing him to freeze, “Like holy shit sometimes I feel like I’m dating a fucking robot sometimes.”
His world stopped.
It hadn't been anything new. They had talked about how he was emotionally stunted, and about how she understood why he wasn't able to tell her he loved her.
He didn't know what to do. It hurt to hear her say that, she knew right where to hit him.
“I don’t know what to tell you.” He shrugged, just making her angry.
“Fine.” She spat.
And then she left. When he got home the next day her things were gone, and it was over.
Crawlin’ back to you
Ever thought of callin’ when
You’ve had a few?
Cause I always do
That was when his drinking really ramped up. Of course he loved and cared about her, he just didn't know how to express it. While he was sober he couldn't even think about her, but when he drank, she was the only thing on his mind. Frequently, Mello was the victim of his drunken, heartbroken rambles. Mello was also the guy who had to slap Matt’s phone out of his hand when he tried to call her(which really wasn't hard because Matt had the grip strength of a baby when he was drunk).
Maybe I’m too
Busy bein’ yours
To fall for somebody new
Now, I’ve thought it through
Crawlin’ back to you
On the rare opportunity he came across Matt when he was sober, he would constantly tell him to get over her. That he should try to date other people and forget about her, but Matt fired back in one way or another. Eventually, Mello just gave up; and once he gave up, that's when Matt knew he could never fall in love with anyone, the way he fell in love with her. His only solution was to come crawling back to her.
So have you got the guts?
(Y/N) half-listened to this guy clearly trying to flirt with her. He was handsome and funny, and completely her type. But despite all of that, she couldn't concentrate on what he was saying, her mind kept drifting back to Matt. She had seen him earlier and since then had not been able to get him out of her mind. She laughed at something the guy in front of her said, but she wasn't really listening. Her mind was somewhere else.
Been wonderin’ if your heart’s still open
And if so, I wanna know what time it shuts
She wondered if he was able to do what she couldn't and move on. She wondered if he found someone he really loved, and did the things with her that they used to do together. The little voice in the back of her head wondered if she still had a chance but she quickly crushed that thought.
Simmer down an’ pucker up, I’m sorry to interrupt
It’s just I’m constantly on the cusp of tryin’ so kiss you
The guy in front of her was still talking but she didn't care. She grabbed his face and smashed her lips onto his.
She felt nothing.
He wasn't a bad kisser by any means, but she couldn't help but miss the taste of nicotine and red bull.
This guy was shorter than Matt and half of her thoughts were about how she wished this guy was a little taller.
Matt always ran warm, but this guy was freezing.
I don’t know if you feel the same as I do
But we could be together if you wanted to
She pulled away.
It hasn't felt right. It hasn't felt the way it felt with Matt. (Y/N) didn't know if Matt had ever loved her. She didn't know if he had moved on, or even found somebody else. But at this point, she didn't care. She didn't care if she came across as desperate. If he would take her back, she’d go to him in a heartbeat.
(Do I wanna know?) If this feelin’ flows both ways?
(Sad to see you go) Was sorta hopin’ that you’d stay.
(Baby we both know) That the nights were mainly made
For sayin’ things that you can’t say tomorrow day.
“I-” She stuttered, “I gotta go.” She walked away quickly from the confused man.
Normally she would feel bad but she couldn't find it in herself to care at this moment. All she had on her mind was Matt. She didn't care if she felt like an idiot and regretted it tomorrow. Tonight, all she needed was him.
Crawlin’ back to you (Crawlin’ back to you)
Ever thought of callin’ when
You’ve had a few? (Had a few)
‘Cause I always do (‘Cause I always do)
She thought about how many nights she spent alone in her apartment, crying and nursing a bottle of whatever alcohol she could find in her apartment. She rubbed the crack on her phone’s screen; a reminder of the drunken night she almost called him, before throwing her phone against the wall in a fit of frustration.
Maybe I’m too (Maybe I’m too busy)
Busy bein’ yours (Bein’ yours)
To fall for somebody new
Now, I’ve thought it through
Crawlin’ back to you
Her friends had set her up on plenty of dates after hearing about her breakup with Matt. They told her that moping around over him was giving him too much credit and that she needed to get over him as quickly as possible. She didn't really buy it, but at the time she was too drunk on sorrow and vodka to disagree. In their defense, they hadn't set her up with bad guys, but every single time without fail she went home early, sick to her stomach. At the time she didn't think anything of it, but as she searched for him now, she knew in her heart it was because she was still in love with Matt. She didn't want anyone other than him, even if she didn't know it.
(Do I wanna know?) If this feelin’ flows both ways?
(Sad to see you go) Was sorta hopin’ that you’d stay
(Baby, we both know) That the nights were mainly made
For sayin’ things that you can’t say tomorrow day
Eventually, she stopped, feeling someone’s eyes on her. She turned her head to meet the eyes of the man she was looking for. He took a step towards her, never looking away from her eyes. They stood there silently looking at each other, neither of them wanting to be the first one to speak.
She opened her mouth but no sound came out. She took a deep breath and shook her head, “I can’t do this.” She turned to leave but was surprised to feel a warm hand wrap around her wrist.
“I love you.”
She froze in her tracks. She turned slowly to see the sincerity in his eyes.
(Do I wanna know?) Too busy bein’ yours to fall
(Sad to see you go) Ever thought of callin’, darlin’?
(Do I wanna know?) Do you want me crawlin’ back to you?
Tears welled up in her eyes as she tackled him in a hug. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, “I haven't been able to get you out of my mind since you left.” He said quietly in her ear. He pulled back to look her in the eyes, “(Y/N), I’m so sorry that I didn't make you feel loved. I just… I didn't know how to use my words to say it. I swear to god I love you. I love you so much and I don’t wanna lose you again.” He brushed his thumb over her cheekbone, “Give me another chance, and I promise you will never feel unloved again.”
She tilted her head up and met his lips softly, tasting the peppery taste of nicotine she had been craving.
“Ever thought of callin’, darlin’?” She smiled, leaning her head against his chest, feeling his heart beating at 100 miles an hour.
He nodded and kissed the top of her head, “Every single night.”
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“All I Want To Be Worth Is You” - Peter Maximoff x F! Mutant! Reader
So I started writing and I MEANT for this to be angst and then I finished writing it and I was like wow I accidentally just wrote fluff.
This was also meant to be based on a song and halfway through I just got carried away and forgot it was based on the song lmao
But I still really like how this came out
If there was one thing Peter knew how to do, it was run. Life was so slow in comparison to how fast he moved, he found himself not really paying attention to the world around him. He never really thought about the future. He never really thought about getting in any sort of relationship. I mean, he had. He saw his sister Wanda with her robot boyfriend and thought that maybe it would be nice to have something like that. But he always pushed that thought away as soon as it came. He was a loser; who in their right mind would want to be with him? He was sarcastic and annoying, childish, and a kleptomaniac. Yeah, it was easiest to just push the idea to the back of his mind.
So in the middle of the night, when he felt restless and couldn't sleep, he decided to do what he did best. Meeting a girl was the last thing he thought he’d do that night. As he ran by the park, he saw her sitting there alone. He sped up next to her, taking a seat on the bench she was sitting on.
“Hey.” He said, catching her attention. She seemed unfazed that suddenly he was there, where no one was before.
“You shouldn't be out here alone this late at night, it's dangerous.” He said, finding himself concerned for this girl who didn't even know his name.
That made her laugh. “I think I can handle myself. I appreciate the concern though.”
It was quiet for a minute.
“Why are you out here?” He asked, making her laugh again like it was an inside joke that only she was in on.
“I could ask you the same thing.” She replied, leaning back on the bench, “I like being out at night. It's dark and quiet.”
He nodded, “I couldn't sleep.” Something about the way she spoke was weird to him, “Are you from around here?”
She shook her head.
“What are you doing in Westchester then?”
She looked him over, looking amused for a reason he couldn't figure out, “I’m looking for a school.”
That was almost two weeks ago. From the moment she arrived at Xavier’s she instantly caught the attention of everyone, students and teachers alike. Among her other abilities, she was able to teleport, much to the delight of Kurt; she had a near genius-level intelligence, which made Hank seek her out frequently to pick her brain; even Alex got along with her, though it probably helped that she was a pretty face. But for reasons unknown to him, her favorite person to be around was Peter. He made her laugh and shared his stolen snacks with her. She helped him rag on Scott, and defended him from Alex’s snide remarks. At first, it felt almost unreal, like he was in a dream that he was going to wake up from any second. But as reality began to set in, and as time went on, the more he found himself hypnotized by her striking eyes, he knew he had to be honest with himself. He was falling hard and falling fast.
So Peter did what Peter did best, and he ran. She was perfect, and he was, well, him; there was no way he’d ever have a chance. He began to avoid her, going to the dining hall when she wouldn't be there, taking the routes to class he knew she never took. He was hoping he could just push down the weightless feeling he got when she was around, and that she would forget he ever even existed.
But she was smart, of course she had noticed.
“Peter.” He heard her call from across the main hall. He turned around and they locked eyes from across the room. He tried to turn back around to speed away, but she teleported in front of him, blocking his way of escape.
She put a hand on his chest, “Can we talk?”
All he could do was nod dumbly at her soft voice, hoping she couldn't feel his heart about to break out of his chest.
She took his hand and led him up to the dorms, stopping at the door he knew to be hers. She took her hand out of his to unlock the door, and he felt a wave of emptiness he had never experienced before. He already missed the warmth of her hand in his own. She opened the door and he followed her inside, shutting the door behind him. He’d never been in her dorm room before. The overall layout was similar to his in terms of where everything in the room was placed, but the room was uniquely hers. Stacks of thick books were on basically every surface, many of them yellowed with age; various crystals sat on the windowsill next to her bed, he knew she believed in using the “energy of the universe” to do certain things(he didn't really get it but he liked that she seemed into it); a picture of her and her brother sat on her desk, along with pages upon pages of scientific formulas too advanced for him to comprehend.
She sat on the bed and patted the spot next to her, inviting him to sit. She felt the bed dip next to her under his weight. It was quiet for a while until she spoke.
“I know you’ve been avoiding me.”
Matter of factly and to the point, no judgment or anger, just the facts.
He swallowed and looked at his hands, not really knowing what to say. She reached over and took his hand in hers, giving it a comforting squeeze.
“You can talk to me, Peter.” She smiled, “You aren't going to scare me away.”
He looked up into her eyes to see they were genuine, and somehow he felt worse than he already did.
He nodded, “I’m sorry that I’ve been avoiding you.” He started, trying to figure out what he was going to say as he went.
“I like you. A lot.” He took a deep breath, “And I know that you’re like, the most perfect girl ever. You’re smart and funny and powerful and you laugh at my crappy jokes, and I’m just a loser that always crashes at his mom's place and has a stealing problem, and I’m the not the smartest or most attractive guy and-” She cut off his rambling by putting her free hand over his mouth.
“You need to breathe at some point, Peter.” She chuckled, removing her hand, “And while you’re catching up on your oxygen, listen to what I have to say.”
He nodded, prompting her to go on.
She looked down at their intertwined hands, shaking her head and chuckling dryly, “You’re a dummy.”
She looked back up at him, brushing his bangs out of his eyes gently, “I don't want the smartest, or the strongest, or the best looking guy in the world. I want the sweet guy who makes me laugh, who cares about the people in his life more than anything. I want the dumbass with the big heart who thinks he deserves so much less than he actually does.”
He held his breath.
“Case in point, I like you too.”
He broke out into a grin and tackled her into a hug.
He pulled back to look at her face, before closing the distance between them, wanting nothing more than to be close to her. She kissed back with equal emotion, letting him know that she felt exactly the same way that he did. They pulled away, and he rested his forehead against hers, panting slightly.
She ran her fingers through his silver locks, “You’re worth so much more than you know.” She said softly, making his heart jump in his chest.
My brother said Vigilante from Peacemaker is who Napoleon Dynamite thinks he is. And honestly, I’ve never heard a more accurate double character description.
This is the first fic I’m posting on this blog! This song has been stuck in my head for the last like two weeks and Matt Death Note has been stuck in my head for the last year and a half.
Based off the song Iris by Goo Goo Dolls!
You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be
And I don’t want to go home right now
Matt had done a lot of wrong in his life. He didn't believe in a god or a devil, but he knew if there was one or the other, his chances of going to the good place were slim. He thought about these things as she laid in his arms; about how she was the closest to heaven that he would ever get. He brushed some of her hair away from her face. It was dark, obscuring her features from his view, but he didn't need to see her to know what she looked like, he'd seen her a million times before. Though, that didn't make him want to see her any less. He had seen her a million times and hoped to see her a million times more. He knew if he stayed the night in her room that at worst he would get in trouble with Roger, and at best he would get made fun of by Mello. But when he looked down at her, as he felt the warmth radiating from her body to his, he didn't want to go home right now. All he wanted was to be there with her.
All I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
She’d always told him that smoking would kill him. Never in a judging way, or in a way that would try to persuade him to stop; just a blunt, factual statement. It was funny. All it did was make him think of her whenever he tasted the smoke on his tongue. Maybe that was her intention, or maybe she truly was just unaware of the effect she had on him. He breathed out, a cloud of smoke leaving his mouth and disappearing into the night air. It stung his eyes and made him feel like he was suffocating, but at least he felt something. A break from the aching numbness he usually felt. A familiar hand on his upper back broke him from his thoughts, as she moved to stand next to him, staring out into the night. She rested her forearms on the cold metal rail, before taking the lighter from his right hand and beginning to fiddle with it. He threw his cigarette down and crushed it under his heel, he didn't like smoking near her. When he looked up at her, she was already looking at him, head in her hand, eyes half-lidded. She put her hands on his tense shoulders, then moved them to his neck, rubbing circles on his skin with her thumbs before tilting his head down and meeting his lips with hers. She was like the opposite of a cigarette. A breath of fresh air. Despite his lungs screaming for oxygen, he felt like he could never breathe as easily as he could in that moment, with her there. When she was with him, the heaviness that he always felt in his chest disappeared, as if she was taking some of her breath and giving it to him. And when she pulled away to complain about the smoke on his breath, like he knew she was going to do, all he could do was smile and kiss her again.
And I don’t want the world to see me
Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
Matt knew he was strange. He knew he dressed strangely, and said strange things. He knew he had a lot of quirks that most normal people wouldn't put up with. From a young age, he retreated into video games, feeling more at home in the strange virtual worlds he visited, than he did in reality. Sure he had a few friends. He had Mello and Near. But he never felt a need to ever open himself up to them, instead keeping himself locked away in the deep recesses of his own mind. They just wouldn't understand; how could they?
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
But she was always different. In a world of hurt, and darkness, and pain, where nothing even really mattered, she existed. And he found himself wanting to share these things with her. His quirks, this nihilistic outlook on life, his feelings, as few and fleeting as they were; he wanted to tell her all of it. Because he saw her as different, and he wanted her to see him as different, too. He didn't want her to see him the way everyone else saw him, the way he wanted them to see him. He wanted her to see him as he was. He wanted her to know who he was.
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know your alive
It was like a scene from a movie. Or a piece of a nightmare. When he woke up in Wammy’s infirmary, she was the first thing he saw. She hadn't noticed he had woken up yet, so he could only see her profile as she stared out the window. Her eyes were red-rimmed, with dark circles underneath, and her hair was tousled, probably from running her fingers through it. He knew she did that when she was stressed. He cleared his throat to get her attention and she turned to look at him.
She chuckled and shook her head, “You know I’d hit you right now if I could.” She said, the sadness clearly evident in her eyes. He gave a dry laugh, grimacing immediately at the pain in his torso. She looked out the window again.
“Why?” She asked.
It was a simple question with a lot of meanings. Why didn't he tell her what they were doing? Why did he agree to the kidnapping in the first place? Why wasn't he more careful? He slowly brushed his fingers over hers, trying to find the right words.
“You could have died.” She whispered, taking a shaky breath.
He bit his bottom lip.
“Your life matters, Mail.” She said, looking down at him, “It matters to me.”
He hadn't cried since he was a little kid. He couldn't even remember the last time he cried. But when he heard those words come out of her mouth, it broke him inside.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered, tears rolling down his face, “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”
It felt like everything he had repressed all those years was finally coming out. How long he had cried there for, he couldn't say, but what he did know is that she was there next to him the whole time, wiping his tears.
I just want you to know who I am
Matt had done a lot of wrong in his life. He had made a lot of mistakes, and bad choices. But out of every mistake, every bad choice, he knew he had done at least one thing right. He caught her eye from across their shared apartment and smiled. Out of all the wrong Matt had done in his life, at least the person he loved most in this world knew who he was.
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