FeralMatt/Foreign Language(s)
Matt basically has his own language at this point, does that count?
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FeralMatt/Foreign Language(s)
Matt basically has his own language at this point, does that count?
alchemistofpeace:
I call this one “I Haven’t Even Watched Naruto In Like Two Years So I’m Using My Current Obsession As A Crutch”. Anyway, happy birthday Jackee
“How did my life come to this,” Sakura mutters as she stitches up the gashes in Sasuke’s side for the third time in less than a week. He winces at every pierce of the needle, but he does his best to hide it. He lays back on his couch in a forcefully relaxed position. His blank, dark eyes are pointed toward the ceiling, either in prayer or in exhaustion. “Stitching up some blind masked weirdo with a martyr complex wasn’t in my job description. I should charge you for all the medical supplies I use on you!”
“Pretty sure you’re using that term wrong,” He mutters back.
“I’ve used seven first aid kits worth of bandages and thread on you, I reserve the right to use whatever term I damn well please,” Sasuke doesn’t say anything. Sakura packs what’s left of her first aid kit up and braces her hand against the couch so she can stand up. Sasuke lays his hand over hers. “Do you think what I do is wrong?” He asks. His eyes still haven’t moved from the ceiling. Sakura supposes they wouldn’t need to, but the creepy lack of blinking combined with the sorrowful tone in his voice gives Sajura a weird and uncomfortable mix of emotions in her stomach.
“Well, it gets creeps and assholes off the street, so I think that’s the best reason to beat someone up,”
“I’m not talking about reason, I’m talking about action,” Sasuke’s voice stays calm and impassive, but Sakura can’t shake the feeling that he’s having some kind of emotional breakdown. Some sort of moralistic self-doubt.
Sakura doesn’t think it’s exactly unfounded. She sighs slightly before she answers. “Yeah. Hitting people is wrong. They teach you that in Kindergarten. I can understand why you do it, and sometimes I even think there are people who deserve to get hit, but I can’t shake the feeling that there are people in pain because of you.” Sasuke flinches slightly on the last part and Sakura realizes she’s been getting louder. Not quite shouting, but Sakura’s pretty sure almost every level of vocal volume sounds like shouting when you have super enhanced senses.
“Sorry,” She murmurs. She sits next to him, leaving a few inches between them in case he doesn’t want to be touched.
“You don’t have to stay,” Sasuke whispers.
“Do you want me to leave?”
“I mean, you don’t have to come running every time I get a little scrape,” Sakura frowns. None of the injuries Sasuke’s ever called her for have been anywhere remotely close to little. “There’s better things you could be doing. Better people you could be helping,”
“Sasuke, I’m not doing this because I think I owe you or because I feel like I need to. I’m doing this because I love you,” His head twitches faintly in her direction, as if he doesn’t know exactly what she said. “I love you and I want you to stay alive and keep helping people, even if I don’t always agree with your methods.” Sasuke doesn’t respond. Sakura can see his lip wobble faintly and the skin around his mouth pull down slightly as his eyes fill with tears. Alright, screw giving him space, Sakura’s gonna hug him.
She wraps her arms around his waist and pulls him close. He clings back as if he’s scared she’s going to float away. Even with only normal human senses, she can feel his shaky, uneven breathing as he fights not to cry.
“You’re not just Daredevil,” She says. “You don’t just beat people up. You’re a damn good lawyer and a damn good person and a kickass egg maker. You help people in so many more ways than just the morally dubious ones, and that’s why I love you. Even if you are incapable of letting your stitches close up.” Sasuke smiles into her shoulder. Sakura shifts so that both of them are in a slightly more comfortable position. Sasuke’s head still rests on her shoulder and she keeps one arm behind him with her hand in his hair. She flexes her fingers slightly, like she’s rubbing a cat.
“How much do I owe you for the bandages?” He asks, because he always has to ruin the moment.
“I have a feeling that even if I refuse your money, you’ll still buy me a dozen first aid kits, so let’s just say as long as you heal and stay out of trouble for a week, I’ll call it even,”
“And that means…”
“No fighting, no heavy exercise, no playing the hero or whatever, and absolutely no parkouring.”
“No parkouring?” Sasuke asks with the face and voice of a child denied their favorite toy. Sakura’s not sure how sincere it is, so she resists the urge to laugh.
“None. At all.” Sasuke huffed and flopped against her like a grumpy puppy.
“Don’t be like that. We’ll watch Parks and Rec and eat grilled cheese. It’ll be nice,”
“You can watch Parks and Rec. I’ll sit there quietly as all the visual gags pass straight over my head.”
“I’ll describe it so you pretend to watch it.”
“Alright fine. One condition though,” He pointed his finger at her. “You don’t go anywhere near my kitchen,”
“Don’t you like your grilled cheese charred and hardened?”
“Don’t even joke about that. I still haven’t gotten the smell out of the walls.”
Do you know if they've taken outthe creative writing class this year? I think I heard that they did but I'm not sure
IF THEY DID I WILL FUCKING FIGHT SOMEONE I LOVED THAT GODDAMN CLASS
yfip Jace xbernathy: is a precious cinnamon roll too good for this world too pure too cute
(explodes)
Hey, Rey! How was your day? Hope it wasnt too grey
I LOVE THIS SO MUCH i’m sitting here trying not to draw attention to myself as i laugh o m f g
wasn’t too bad for a tuesday tho~
Me: J.D is literally the worst, there is nothing good about him. Me: Nothing. Me: *listens to Meant to Be Yours on repeat* Nothing
same though
same
*rises slowly from the Heathers trash can* Did somebody say Heathers?
sorry we're not discussing heathers until we discuss yoUR ICON
Dirk/Dirk/Dirk is the only canon ship confirmed for endgame
actual shifty eyes at the people who don’t think the above is true