That was the sound of her heels on the ground while she approached him. Then the sound got even faster to show the kunoichi’s mood.
Click-clack.Click-clack.
Until she stopped. Her brows furrowed, her eyes narrowed so sharp that her gaze could cut him in two. The arms crossed in front of the chest, squeezing herself, real hard maybe as an attempt to hold herself down to not squeeze his soul out of him.
Oh hell she was mad.
"For fucks sake Sasuke! I get it okay, I really do! You are trying to make it up for everything, how do you often say? ‘To do things right.’ But damn it you are still doing it all wrong!" She slowly walked closer to him, every step giving him time to wonder:
click. Is
clack. She
click. Now
clack. Going
click. To
clack. Beat
click. The
clack. Shit
click. Out
clack. Of
click. Me?
Truth to be told, he did deserve it, but she just whispered in a warning tone.
"Well, at least you should have told me, you know. It's exhausting trying to guess what is in your mind."
He opened his mouth, trying to explain himself. But he didn't even have the time to speak a word because she continued waving her arms.
"I thought that you didn't want me being close to you, that somehow you started to hate me again, all again like our gennin days, that somehow you have stayed around just because you felt guilty, shannaro!"
Looking away from her he muttered "I had never hated you."
"Well, I kind of know it now." Sakura said, taking a deep sigh.
"Is cliche Sasuke-kun, but it's not up to you to decide who I do or do not deserve. You can't choose the path of my life for me."
Not quite sure what could be a good answer to that statement. He put some distance between them.
"You are annoying."
As he took steps away from her. She took the steps to be closer, even closer than she was before. Putting her hands in her hips she said in a daring tone.
"No, no no no you are not running away from this just because you can't handle whatever you are feeling right now. This isn't over yet!"
He wasn't sure how much had she actually heard of his conversation with Naruto. But given by her reaction, probably all the part of he leaving again and the suggestion that she could use some time away from him without concerning about bringing him back, she deserved space and time to think, to be sure if she really wanted to be with him.
They just stood there looking at each other for minutes as a conversation without vocalization, the words dancing between their eyes. The insecures, the questions and then the understanding. Silence filled the room, only the sound of breathing could be heard. There locked in eye to eye was how they settled down, abandoning the silly argument, how the communication was really effective, until he babbled
"I need some time out."
"More?"
"It’s different now Sakura, I need to go, but this time I'll come back.” She raised her eyebrow, and he completed: “By my own."
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Hi dear! I’m so sorry for the wait! I let you all know, University is killing me and I’m literally going crazy. However, one day I’ll return full force. For now, please accept these humble stories I’m writing between lessons and homeworks! Here our Imayoshi, I hope he’s not too OOC.
Have a wonderful day!
Imayoshi Shoichi x Reader, Fluff, Silly Argument, Kisses, The Way You Say I Love You Prompts,
Being Considerate
“You know, what? Fine! Do the hell you want!” You screamed throwing your hands in the air and slamming satisfyingly the door of the kitchen behind you. You marched in the living room, stomping loudly your feet, and flopped on the couch, curling in an angry ball.
You heard a sigh and scowled even more.
“Couldn’t we talk about it like adults?” Imayoshi followed you, voice strained but amused. He stopped in the middle of the room to look at you with a raised eyebrow.
You hissed and turned your face. away
“Too late,” you growled.
“It’s just a part-time job for the summer,” he huffed, ignoring your snarls as he crouched in front of you. You swatted away his hands from your thighs.
“During the night, in the woods. It’s a stupid, dangerous job.”
“Only because it’s during the night it doesn’t mean it’s dan-” he tried to argue, but you whipped the head to glare at him.
“It is. Patrolling in the woods with another bunch of stupid boys like you is stupid.” You wanted to knock some sense into him, but he only snorted.
“We’re going to be safe, babe,” Imayoshi reassured you in that sing-song tone you knew it meant he wasn’t taking seriously. He had already decided.
“I’ll burn your body when they return it to me,” you mumbled hiding your face into the arms. You didn’t want to let him know you were beginning to give up, but you were familiar with how stubborn he could be.
He burst into laughter.
“It won’t happen and you’re overreacting,” he replied after calming down, “Trust me, won’t you?” he grabbed gently your chin and lifted it up.
You rolled your eyes. Okay, you were aware you were overreacting. But you couldn’t say to him you were just disappointed he was going to work instead of staying with you…
“Nobody trusts the devil,” you replied with a huff and he smirked, inching closer.
“You do.”
“Nope.”
“You do,” he repeated with a grin, “because you love me,” he purred.
You refused to blush and raised an eyebrow.
“I love you?”
“Yes, sweet princess of my heart,” he faked a heartfelt, melodramatic tone as he placed a hand on his heart,” You love me so much that you fear for my safety and are already thinking about the way to mourn my death properly if I was to perish during my mission.”
You bit your bottom lip to not let out that damn giggle only he was able to cause.
“And,” he continued now grinning slyly, “You love me so much that you’re offended I’m going to work instead of cuddling you at night.”
You widened your eyes, blushing like crazy.
“That’s not true!” you argued, trying to wiggle out of his hold, but he just inched closer again, “I was trying to be considerate! To knock some sense into you!”
“Nope, you’re just being childish and spoiled.” He suddenly flicked your forehead and gave you a peck on the lips to shut your annoyed whine. “But it’s fine if I’m the one spoiling you.”
“You’re a devil…” you whispered trying to glare, but he was still too close to be angry properly.
“This devil is going to work to pay his adorable girlfriend a trip to the sea,” he revealed you. You gasped and blushed, trying to steel yourself because now that you were imagining the two of you on the beach…well, you weren’t that against it anymore. “A sweet trip alone, just the two of us.”
“Don’t try to bribe me.”
He kissed you again, just a little longer, but not enough to satisfy you.
“Already done it.” He smirked, pushing back his black bangs. Oh, he was waiting for you to beg for that kiss.
And you knew you had lost, but weren’t going to tell him.
“I hate you.” You grabbed his t-shirt to keep him close.
“I love you,” he replied in a taunt, “I love you so, so much.” Nothing in his tone suggested he was telling the true, sounding like overly-dramatic lies. Yet, his fingers on your cheeks were warm and his eyes full of an amused fondness.
“I hate you…” you repeated, but your lips were already curling in a smile. That cheeky idiot.
“I love you, I love you, I love you.” Imayoshi sang in an exaggerated bubbly tone, but his kiss was real and felt enough to let you satisfied even though you had lost that silly battle.
Trigger warning: Ransom and you ordering items from Amazon, funny couple stuff, mentions of a chronic illness, fluff
Summary: You and Ransom Drysdale order from Amazon, but a cute argument ensues over your purchase when Ransom wanted to buy it for you.
I justify all of my Amazon purchases as retail therapy.
You and Ransom are engaged, and are living together.
Ransom's birthday is coming up. He has been looking Amazon, and marking off items that he wants on his wish list. He doesn't justify the expense of the items. He's the trust fund playboy, and you don't think anything of it. Since when has money been an object for him?
A few days later, you are ordering your favorite sneakers off of Amazon because you need a new pair. You order them, and a few other things, too. You even order that book you have you're eye on. You pay the bill, and you don't have to pay for shipping because the amount exceeded $25 dollars.
A few days later, your package arrives. Ransom sees the shoes, and is a little crestfallen. He wanted to get you the shoes for your birthday, but you justified your purchase as retail therapy.
"Sweetheart, I wanted to get you your shoes for your birthday. I know you love those shoes. Why can't you let me get you something every once in a while?" says Ransom.
"Ransom, I needed the retail therapy. Plus, I really need the shoes. I also needed the book and I also needed the necklace and the earrings," you say.
"Sweetheart, let me buy a few things for you. I like doing things for you, it makes me feel good," says Ransom.
"What? I thought you liked me being independent," you say.
"I do, sweetheart. But that's not the point. Just let me buy a few things for you, you do so much. I love you so much," says Ransom, giving you a loving kiss.
"You bought me the dress and shoes for the fundraiser," you say.
"I know, why couldn't you just let me buy you the shoes that you like? You go through so much and you're making so much progress I'm proud of you," says Ransom.
You crash your lips onto Ransom's and give him a loving kiss.
A few hours later, Ransom is fixing lunch for the both of you. He's making the both of you tuna salad sandwiches, and he serves them with some chips. He even puts some of those cookies that you both like on the side.
"Ransom, I'm sorry I got into an argument with you. It was a stupid argument", you say.
You both laugh over the absurdity of your argument. You often feel guilty at times with your days revolving around your PT, OT, and your doctors. Having MS is no picnic at times, but you are staying positive, and are making progress, even though your disease has progressed. You found out that your disease has progressed when your neurologist was looking at your symptoms, and your PDOC confirmed it. Your pain management specialist was working out a regimen for you with your PT and your OT. They were working on a regimen so that you could do your PT and OT exercises at home.
"Sweetheart, don't be sorry. We're going to have some stupid arguments over the course of our marriage. I realize that our earlier argument is silly," says Ransom.
Both you and Ransom realize that in relationships and in marriage, you both would have silly arguments over petty things. This was nothing to break up over, it wasn't like one or the both of was cheating on each other, or have an addiction problem that needed to be addressed. The argument over Amazon and money was just petty.
You were used to being independent, so you didn't think anything of it. You didn't even think you'd be in a long term relationship. You used to your self-reliance and your independence.
Having a fiance and being in a relationship was something that Ransom wasn't used to. He was getting used to it, and he was learning. He was putting your needs ahead of his, and he loved having someone to take care of.
A few weeks later, you order Ransom a really cool, leather bound journal and a fountain pen from Amazon. He orders you your favorite shoes in a different color, and he even orders you some fancy yarn and a knitting book.
You knit Ransom a cable knit sweater. It took you a while to make it, but it was something that you could work on while Ransom watched the History Channel, or any of the movies that he liked, but you didn't. You would often go into your craft room, and just work on the sweater and put on podcast or an audiobook, and work on his sweater.
You make him a new cable knit sweater because his old one is full of holes, and has seen better days. You understand that Ransom can't get rid of it, but Ransom loves the one you made him.
This pattern is simply a replica of a sweater from the Knives Out movie, reverse engineered for funsies in 7 sizes with 2 sleeve width opti
Now Ransom wants you to make him another sweater "when you have the time", he says.
You don't know when you'll work on another sweater for Ransom, but you find a pattern that is based on his gray sweater and his maroon sweater.
You go to bed and Ransom gives you a loving kiss. You wake up, and kiss Ransom on his cheek the next morning. You decide to let him sleep, and you smile. You and Ransom got through your argument yesterday, and Ransom felt like he could take on the world with you.
He had you to thank for everything. Ransom was a man in love, and you were a woman in love. At the end of the day, silly arguments were just that, silly arguments. Those silly arguments made you laugh at the absurdity of them later.
Ransom wakes up, and is lying there next to you.
"I love you. You are perfect to me, MS and all, silly arguments and all," says Ransom.
"I love you, too Ransom. You are perfect to me, you will always be my sweet boy, silly arguments and all", you say.
Ransom gets up, gets on your side of the bed, and sits next to you. He places your cane in front of you. He helps you up, and stands behind you, grabbing onto your hips. He kisses you on the top of your head while you both wait for the feeling of falling over or fainting to pass. When it does, Ransom helps you to the bathroom.
You brush your teeth, wash your face, and you both shower together. You are holding onto his torso lovingly, and you both kiss in the shower. This leads to something more in the shower, and then you are both kissing wrapped in towels.
You two didn't break up over a silly argument. Instead, you two just saw how silly it really was yesterday. Today was a new day, and you two were going to go and conquer it, just like any other day. You both go for a morning walk, and hold hands during the process. You both come back, and Ransom pulls out the Beemer. He loads you in, and gives you your cane. Ransom has a surprise for you, and you have one for him. Yours can wait when you both get home. You didn't have PT or OT today, on account of it's Sunday.
Ransom has taken you to your favorite diner, and you both order some breakfast. He then takes you on yet another drive, and you both get clam chowder for lunch. For dinner, you both go to your favorite Mexican place. You had no idea Ransom had planned this, and he wanted to do this for you.
"Thank you, Ransom. My sweet boy", you say, giving him a loving kiss.
You give Random the sweater that you've made him. He loves it.
"Sweetheart, I love it! This is just like my old one, but it's so much better. It's so warm and cozy and comfy,"says Ransom as he puts it on.
A few months later, you give Ransom both sweaters that you made him. It's Valentine's day, and Ransom got you a stuffed teddy bear that says Happy Valentine's Day. The bear is holding a rose, and the bear says "I love you" when you press it's right paw.
"I love you, too, sweet boy", you tell Ransom. You can't resist his puppy dog look. It's too cute and so sweet.
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“You take a billion dollars and all of that to say, is that it’s, and I’m not here to villainize and to say that billionaires are inherently morally corrupt – but they are, I mean, I think there is a case, but um, but, it’s not to say that, it’s to say that this system that we live in, life in capitalism, always ends in billionaires. If you don’t do it, someone else will. It’s who decides to make that choice is just kind of up to, you know, circumstance.” — Alexandria Ocasio Cortez
