Backdated: June 10th, 2:24am - A very drunk network post

[onteamdyson]

yOU KNOW WHAT SUCKS? like. i mean. okay that waS a f engeral. question. don't like.
f you if you say vaccuums liMke some kIND o f smrtaASS. im gonna tell you. So listen the fridge up!

men. men suck. all men. zero exceptions.

they are LYING LIARS that LIE? and you trust them an D THEY JUST>? they just leave? and they breaK YOUR entiRe hearT?!?! and the Y aRENT EVen worth SHIT! ok? they warent worth SHIP! so like. dont even lose spilled milk over them and

stfuff.

becAuse even when you

if you donT even fall for them but you just need them? they arent there! you'R e just on y o ur own! so dont even trust anyone!

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[notblayde]

[Sorry, Kenzi. He's squeezing her hand and staring back, hanging on every word. This may be the only time he gets her to open up about this! It's fascinating.]

Holy shit. So the fables and the myths were just... True? [He sounds genuinely excited about it!] You said your friend was a succubus - As in... She... [He nods his head rapidly, trying to coax it out of Kenzi.] Oh my god, did she ever... With you...

[onteamdyson]

Yeah! Yeah, a bunch of 'em! Or they got the gist or--

[See, Matt... She was excited, too. For like. Half a second. Right up until you tried to dance around the obvious inner workings of being a succubus and then INSINUATED that Kenzi's BEST FRIEND who is basically her sister, a woman that took her in out of the goodness of her heart, literally saved her life from a creepy dude in an elevator, and let her squat in a condemned crackshack with her for years WOULD TAKE ADVANTAGE OF HER!

Kenzi frowns, pulling away from Matt and giving him a disgusted look.]

No, you perv! First of all, I'm not into chicks, and even if I was? She's my best friend. And even if she wasn't, that's none of your business so getcho mind out the gutter, you giant GROSS! Her ... special diet is basically also her sex life which is legit none of your concern!

[Matt, you were so close.]

[notblayde]

[Oh.

Oh, oh no. Oooooh no. That's not good. He definitely uh... Fucked that one up.

Kenzi pulls away and Matt cringes. He reaches an arm after her, but doesn't grab or yank - Just extends.]

Fuck - I'm sorry. It just... It just came out! [He was curious! He didn't mean...] I knew twins who ran a prostitution ring. [... It just comes out.] It was... A really serious business, they were incredibly good at it. [A beat.] One of the last people left alive? She was a dominatrix. Not by... She was in the FBI, she just moonlighted as a domme, but... She was really into it.

[It's like some weird attempt at appeasement. Some weird rationale, a logic of 'well, you knew a succubus and that must have been weird, so let me extend and try to relate' There's not a lot of thought behind it. None, actually, but he's confused and honesty has gotten both of them the farthest so far so pouring out like this is worth a try.]

[onteamdyson]

[Wow. He is just... really bad at interactions in general. He wasn't actively trying to be pervy, he's just terrible at seeming legit? At least, that's what her drunk brain is trying to explain to her.

She still wants to be mad, but his arm is still reaching and she is still sitting up and away and would very much like to be close and laying against him again. Not for any particular reason other than it's comfortable and warm and she's emotionally exhausted. She's still glaring. Tentatively, she leans closer, glares some more, and then finally goes back to leaning against him.]

You know neither of those things are relevant to succubi, right? It's way more complicated. Bo's like... normal. She's this normal weirdo that is so good and doesn't let people fuck with her and doesn't choose sides and she stands up for people that can't defend themselves and she's... my hero. Her kinky bedroom adventures are just a thing that happens. She's... she's so much more than that.

I miss her so much...

[notblayde]

[Ding ding ding! He's just... Really bad at human interaction.

He relaxes as she comes back. Did he do something right? Or is this just pity? There's always such a fine line... But either way, Matt accepts it, gently wrapping his arms around her shoulders again.]

I just... I dunno, thought it'd be relateable. [But now he seems embarrassed. Stupid. But... He listens. He shuts up and he listens to Kenzi. And he realizes what she's lost, and his hands drift around her, one down to rub her shoulders and one up, to stroke her hair. It actually hits him hard - He actually... Gets it, now.]

I'm sorry, Kenzi. [It's not much, but it's all he can muster... And it's genuine. Maybe because he understands.] Being alone here is... [He stops for a moment, loosening his hold on her and just exhaling.] It's hard.

[onteamdyson]

Yeah. It sucks.

[Losing Bo hadn't hit her that hard because she'd still had Rumlow. Then she'd had Jefferson. She still has Jefferson, but who the fuck knows where he is right now and Eliot can't deal with all her bullshit on his own, he's just as broken inside and doing the best he can. Then there's Bucky who tries but also has his own shit. Peter, way too young to be here. She has all of them, but when it comes down to it, she doesn't really have any of them.

Does Matt have anyone? She never sees him being social on his own. He talks about losing an entire PLANET and doesn't even try to reach out-- ... except with her. Literally. And he can't even talk to her because she's shitfaced and loudly whining about her own stupid problems.

Maybe it's the way he strokes her hair, or maybe it's just the fact that she's starting to realize Matt isn't as okay as he seems. The reason why doesn't matter as much as the fact that she's tilting her head up to look at him again. Really look at him.

And then she kisses him.]

[notblayde]

[Drunk as she is, she's right. Matt doesn't really have anyone except for her... Which makes the next part of this incredibly difficult. Matt's hit with conflicting feelings the second her lips meet his.

In an instant, he knows it's what he's been wanting for far too long. His chest and belly swell with butterflies, his fingers catching in her hair. There's so much of him that wants to hold onto this moment forever and to never let go. In so many ways it's a huge relief, knowing that there's a part of her that does feel this way for him. That he's not just imagining it, not just prying it apart between the lines because he's so desperate for it or because some horrible false memories are plaguing his thoughts.

Another thought creeps into his mind as he holds her, as he returns the kiss so carefully. Something that has him pull away just enough to break contact, enough to make room to breathe.]

We can't - Not... Not like this.

[She's not in her right mind. She wanted him over for... Help? Not for this. It'd be taking advantage of her, and while he really - Fuck, he really wants to hold her and kiss her and touch her, it wouldn't be right. Not like this. Not right after she was decrying men just a few minutes ago! Not when she was just pouring her heart out about her fucking ex! Murdering people! Fuck. He can't... Make out with her on the lawn after she's admitted she's terrified of her fake ex husband hunting her down or something.

He couldn't ask to paint a bigger target onto the both of them.]