#notthebxdguy

[now-wegot-badblood]

Harley is an adult, that’s what she told herself when she broke into Matt’s office, she’s an adult. An adult who’s avoiding someone in a very adult way. She’d never been in Matt’s office by herself, or actually, for any extended amount of time, of course that meant she stood there open window behind her and surveyed the room, should she sit in the chair? The desk? She eyed the chair, plopping down in it and frowning when it didn’t spin, leave it to Matt to have a boring chair. She pursed her lips and frowned, sitting on the desk and crossing her legs, grinned when the door started to open, what perfect timing. 

“Matt I can’t believe you never introduced me to your partner, I’m a little insulted, keeping the fun one from me.”

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[not-freddykrueger]

I’m like a Guitarist (I need to be Rocked to sleep) || Matt & Wade

Wade was tired, he’d been through a lot the last few days, between: the fight he had with Matt, (if you could call it that though he  certainly had no idea what to say about it.) Sara, (oh boy had going to Sara taken energy, pain, and the cold stillness that came with pulling a trigger and only feeling the recoil.)  And, of course, there came the night terrors that were part nightmare and what, Wade tried not to suspect, were memories. So yes, Wade was exhausted, the sort of bone deep tired that came with a lack of solid sleep without waking up screaming, his eyes ached, he felt sluggish and his mind was less the white noise it usually felt like, but more the buzz of hundreds of flies. 

So Wade did the one thing he could think to, he packed for an over night stay (just the esteemed teddy, Bearbert Landon Tate, the Third) and went to a Duane Reed. Where he purchased a gift that also served as an apology and made his way to Hell’s Kitchen, he was so tired he almost broke up a knife fight by walking into it (he broke someone’s wrist instead.) He then made his way to a place he knew could probably, maybe, hopefully help him catch some shut eye. When the door opened, Wade tapped the hard back cover of the dictionary he’d brought with him and smiled a little bit, even knowing Matt probably wouldn’t notice.

“So uh...I got you a dictionary in braille? Wait, that’s backwards, I’m tired.” (he’s whining.) “Well, I, remember I told you I went on a save the princess from the seven headed dragon, adventure? Well, the princess is saved but...”Wade couldn’t think of a metaphor for debilitating nightmares that made you scream yourself awake, he tried to remember how Bea Arthur had gotten out of this predicament in Golden Girls. “Um. I’ve only slept six hours in the past three days. and I normally wouldn’t ask but I...feel safe here?” That wasn’t a question. He doesn’t know why it got phrased that way. “I brought you the dictionary to make up for me asking....and because I might wake you up by screaming.”

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