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[text] Mail it's B. What would it take to convince you to let me crash on your couch for about three weeks? [text] I have exactly 13 pesos and a cheese pizza so really I'm relying on goodwill here. [text] Also I'm at the front door and the pizza is getting wet so if you could make this decision soon that would be great.

Matt swung open the door to his small studio and leaned in the doorway, a small smirk of amusement on his lips. “I don’t eat cheese, but I s’pose I’m feelin’ pretty generous.” After a moment he moved out of the way and let B inside. “Ya sleep on the couch and if the police come around I can’t afford to have them search my apartment so I’m sellin’ ya down river. Got it?”  

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[Text] on a plane home. see you when I land?

{TEXT} Yeah, I’m already at the airport. I’ll see you soon. 

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“Do you ever think of, you know, ending it…? You need to be honest with me.”

Matt looked uncomfortable at best. His lips frowned around his unlit cigarette and his shaky hand buried themselves deep in his pockets in search of a lighter. “Endin’ what?” He laughed breathlessly, trying to stall as he thought up a good answer that wouldn’t upset the blonde.

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Messes his hair for no reason at all.

“Heyyy!” Matt tried to flatten down his unruly hair. “C’mon it’s always messed up as it is.”  

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Rivers & Roads | mischakeehl

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Matt sat in the corner of the dive bar, a glass of scotch clutched in his hands. His thumb ran up and down the side of the glass and let the smooth texture soothe his frazzled nerves. He reached out to press the home button on his phone and check for the 20th time since he got there if he’d received a text. His screen displayed no notifications. With a soft sigh he downed the last of his scotch and pocketed his phone. He was a second from getting up and leaving when the door opened and the winter wind blew through the bar. Matt turned his head and saw a very familiar blonde. 

She really came. 

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Leave the Light on | miss-to-oh

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Matt felt like his heart was going to explode out of his chest. After months he was finally going to be released. He could go home. Matt looked up at the nurse who was motioning for him to follow them and got up. 

He found that leaving rehab was a lot like leaving a prison. Once they got you out of the main room they locked the heavy door behind you and lead you down a long hallway at the end of which was a counter where you could pick up prohibited items you came in with. They handed Matt a bag which contained his phone, keys, wallet, belt, shoelaces, lighter, and cigarettes. A good cigarette was the first thing on his mind. 

Once his shoes were relaced and his belt was tightened they opened the next door that lead out into the main lobby. Matt stood there for a moment and stared. This felt like a dream, too good to be real. He stepped past the door and it shut heavily behind him. Matt stood in the lobby at a loss for what to do for a moment. Green eyes scanned the area as he stepped forward he was about ready to stroll right out the door when he caught her in his line of sight.

Matt was honestly shocked. He simply hadn’t expected anyone to come for him when he got out. He felt like he was going to cry right there. “Kiyomi.” 

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"Kinky"

31. My muse watches yours getting undressed

Matt leans in the doorway, lip caught between his teeth as he watches Mello strip out of his clothes. He’d had a long day at work and Matt knew it. He came up behind Mello and massaged his shoulders lightly, moving his hair out of the way to kiss the back of his neck. 

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๑ - Nate

dress up as a french maid for the remainder of the evening

Matt sighed as he turned to look at himself in the mirror. He couldn’t believe he’d gotten himself into this mess. After taking a deep breath Matt opened the bedroom door and stepped out into the living room. He cleared his throat and waited for Nate to turn around.