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As I mentioned before, I was thinking about writing some fanfics for SasuSaku as well. I swear I love them and I‘ve been hooked on that pairing since I first saw Naruto in 2006 and I think that they are one of my ultimate OTPs.

I know that not everyone likes this ship (and I absolutely don’t want any shipping wars on my blogs!) so I decided to create a second blog for my SasuSaku-stuff.

If you are interested, you can check it out here -> @akacherryblossom!

Also, stay hooked - I will upload a new chapter of Twenty around the weekend! :)

Surprise surprise! I wanted to get back to „Twenty“ for so long, so I am trying to focus on finishing it faster - which means that there will be regular updates again! If you are still here for the ride - thank you (and sorry) for waiting!

For Part I to V go and check out my Masterpost

“I did not know. I swear to god, please don’t hurt her. I did not talk to anyone about anything!”

Kazuki pleaded with his boss as she looked at him coldly, tightening her grip on the woman’s hair who sat next to him. She clenched her jaw tightly as she felt that a few strands of her hair were ripped out by the sheer force, but she would not cry out in pain. There was no way.

For many years, this living room was their home. Their safe place. It wasn’t much, and it definitely wasn’t decorated with love or anything, but it was his safe haven to come to after his missions. But in this moment, as he understood once again that he was still trapped here and that he was on the enemy’s territory, the soft plush sofa felt as if it could swallow him up and send him to hell with a one-way ticket.

“Kazuki. Listen good” she spoke slowly, voice velvety but laced with pure anger, “you will do your job good. Don’t you dare to mess up. I don’t need her, and you know that.”

With a thrust of her hand, she pushed the woman’s head forward, retreated her hands and walked out the room on her heels, the clicking sounds slowly subsiding until the familiar click of the door could be heard.

Kazuki didn’t dare to look at the woman next to him. She still hasn’t lifted her head, and was taking shaky breaths and clutching her hands tightly together.

She had lost some weight. Her cheeks had sunken in a little, and Kazuki knew that all of the stress was taking it’s toll on her as well.

“Kazuki.”

Her strong voice ripped him out of his thoughts and he saw that she was looking directly into his face. Her hair was a mess, her ponytail hang loosely, but she looked fierce. Like a lioness.

“Kazuki. I believe in you. Keep it up. We are getting close. They know. I bet that all hell is breaking loose in Tres Spades just as we are speaking. This is the price we pay for our lives, but it is worth it.”

She took his hands in hers, stood up and led him to her bedroom.

As he watched her back while she took the lead, he realized that he has never met someone with this much determination before. Screw those business guys, screw those killers he spoke to, they had nothing on her. She was a one-woman-army and he felt his chest swell with pride and tightened his grip on her hand.

They crossed the dark hall and reached the oak door. She opened it and let go of his hand, only to rip staples of clothes out of her closet.

Just as Kazuki wanted to ask just what she was doing, he heard a triumphant „a-ha!“ and she whipped around to face him, a small box in her hand.

She sat on the small bed and it croaked beneath her, tapping her hand on the hard mattress next to her so that he would sit down as well. He followed her gesture and watched her as she opened the box, revealing.. paper?

No, photos.

„Kazuki, I am not a master thief, but someone once told me that I do have a secretive spine, and I have to admit he was right.“ She grinned proudly as she went through the pictures; of him, of people he had never seen before, until she revealed a small golden band and took it out carefully. She kept it in her hands for a few seconds and let her fingertips touch it tenderly, the look in her eyes softening. With a small smile, she took Kazuki‘s hand and placed the ring in it.

„Keep it with you at all times. Don’t let her find it. If they seek for you and you get the chance to, show this to Eisuke and tell him the truth. This is my wedding band.“

Kazuki turned the ring in his fingers, holding it in different directions until he read the small gravure on it’s inner side.

„From my heart to yours; eternally. E“

Kazuki wanted to be strong. He wanted to do this so bad, but he was still having second thoughts. He spoke softly as he chose his words wisely. „I am scared.. what if they don’t believe me? I could be a liar. A copycat. Just imagine what would happen if boss would find out. I am scared that she will hurt.. no - I am scared that she would kill you. I don’t want to put your life on the line. Is this worth it? Is all of this worth your life? What should I do if-“

He felt her arms encircling his neck as his voice cracked. She slowly drew him closer to herself and put one hand on his face. She smiled warmly at him as she started rubbing on his left cheek, getting rid of the makeup that softened his strong features. He wanted to cry and he felt like a small child while she was getting rid of that mask. This was him. Sharp jawline, sharp eyes, but a soft soul that was weak at times, and it would be a lie to tell if he said that he did not question himself a lot.

Her hands were stained with the brownish powder and he knew that she must have gotten all of it off his face by now, but she was still tenderly stroking his cheeks. She stopped after a few seconds but still held his face tightly with her hands when she whispered words that finally made him tear up as he put his head on her left shoulder, feeling so helpless and scared about the fact that the next day would decide on her fate.

okAY I WAS NOT EXPECTING THE GAME TO BE LIKE THIS 👀😏🙌🏻

Hi dear!

Thank you so much for you kind words =) 😍❤

Random otome-game I just saw by chance on my phone:

Hey Anon! I had so much fun writing this, for real.

I hope you like it!

Also - the next story will be about 707 again (since I’m going through my asks), and after that there’ll be another chapter for ‘Twenty’! Interested? Check this out to start reading the first part! The others can be found on my masterpost, which is linked on the bottom. :)

Enjoy!

Same routine, every month - Yoosung

Yoosung took a swift look over his shopping list, making surehe had packed everything they would need for the weekend – including lots ofchocolate, that super expenisve cocoa-powder that had some “exclusive” traitsbut just tasted like average cocoa, other kinds of sweets and the cheese thatneeds to put into the oven until it melts so you can eat it with bread. Hesighed when he reached the line of people who – just as him – had decided to dosome late-night shopping in the last possible hour before the shop would closefor one day. He took notice on the tired-looking guy who bought even moresweets than himself and felt his heart go out to him, as he assumed that hemust be in the same situation or has a pregnant girl at home.

His eyes rested on the box next to him  which contained some movies for little money,mostly romantic kinds and a few years old. He smiled to himself when he putthree oft hem into his shopping cart, already imagining his girlfriend snuggledup on the sofa, a bunch of tissues in her hand while trying to fit anothercookie into her mouth with the other.

Someone would assume that Yoosung was getting ready for amovie night.

That was not true.

He was preparing for hell and his own personal little demonking at home.

She was on her p…p-p-period.

It’s not like he wasn’t fond of her, or as if he wouldn’t knowwhat she goes through in those few days that shortened his life. He knew of thepain she felt in her lower belly, and he knew how she felt like she was disgustingto everyone else. While she was riding a rollercoaster of hormones he wastrying to sneak his way trough the dungeon that seemed to part two wayswhenever she asked something – absolute doom and ignoring for an hour if hesaid something ‚wrong‘ or walking into bliss as she would snuggle up to him andtell him what a great boyfriend he was.

“Does it make you uncomfortable if I sit here without takinga shower in my most comfy clothes?”

“No way, you’re still pretty and beautiful to me, no matterhow styled you are or not.”

“But I feel so… sluggish, like I’m imposing on you. I meanyou can tell me if it bothers you.”

“It really doesn-”

“No, really, be honest with me. I feel so disgusting…”

“Babe… If you’re uncomfortable with yourself you can always gotake  a shower and do your hai-”

“So I AM bothering you. Thank you very much, sir. Got it.”

That would be the the end of their conversation for at leastan hour where she would hole herself up in her bed while pouting to herself,sometimes even crying a little without any real reason, until Yoosung would hugand cuddle her and persuade her to come back to the living room with him.

He slowly walked home from the store, the bag with his itemsover his shoulder  while he texted her.

I’ll be home in 15 minutes! Got you something from thesupermarket. Love you, can’t wait to see you :)

What looked like a nice message from a nice and caringboyfriend was actually a well-learned routine.

Yoosung was testing the waters.

Was she mad? What mood would she be in when he came home?

Awwww! Glad to have you. See you soon <3

He grinned when he read her reply, walking a little fasternow.

She was in her grateful-for-everything-state right now andwould probably send him around to get her another blanket or snuggle up to himand refuse to move, causing his arm to get numb, but that would be okayfor him.

Because she was incredibly cute this way.

Yoosung took a breath before he unlocked the door to theirapartment. He stepped in and took his jacket off, placing it neatly next tohers on the wardrobe before taking of his shoes and putting them away.

Even though she seemed to be pleased right now, he made tomake sure that he wouldn’t slip up. If she saw his shoes not on  their spot but thrown around (like he tookthem off hastily and didn’t pay it no mind) on a normal day, she would justsmile at his chaotic antics.

It was a different thing if she saw that on her period.

It would awaken her rage, since she always had to doeverything and he never took care of things and – sorry, but – blah blah blahblah.

“You’re home! Hi Yoosung!”

He genuinely smiled at his girlfriend who just placed a kisson his cheeks and looked up at him with big eyes.

No make up, no styling, her hair just in a messy ponytailthat didn’t look like the ‘messy’ ponytails in magazines, but like she sleptwith it last night and wore it the whole day like this, what she probably did.

She wore one of his shorts which easily reached her mid-calfand one of his hoodies. And god was she beautiful like this. Sluggish, comfy,his way too big hoodie on her and her fluffy socks.

“Soooo, what did you get me?” she asked him, playing withthe hem of his shirt as she tried to sneak a peek at the bag he hid behindhimself, playfully switching the sides whenever she tried to turn around him.

He took her hand and lead her to the sofa before droppingthe bag on her lap, sitting beside her and gesturing his head so that she wouldlook into it.

She bit her lip while unpacking everything he got, her eyeslightening up when she found the movies he got her, handling him the one sheobviously wanted to watch.

Yoosung was unable to help himself as he leaned forward andkissed her, adoration for her spreading in his stomach and sending butterfliesthrough it. He smiled at her before he got up to get the movie ready.

He didn’t like it when her moodswings were unpredictable,but she always had something about her when on these days that made him want tohug her as tight as possible and keep her with him forever. She was just so-

“Why did you buy me … light chocolate?”

He swallowed when he heard the bitter and irritated tone inher voice. He turned around slowly, making his way back to her while the alarmkept ringing in his head.

Abort mission, turn around and run.

“Uh you know, I-I’m sorry, I guess I just picked the wrongpackage. I didn’t do it on purpose, really. Hey, wait, nonono!”

She got up and went to the bedroom before he was able tofinish his apology, slamming the door shut.

He had awakened it, the dark, iffy twin that seemed to livewithin her whenever her period started, like a second personality brought to life byher uterus.

Yoosung sighed and sat down on the sofa, thinking about whatto do now. He could either wait or try to lighten her mood – which seemedimpossible to do, to be honest.

But he had something up his sleeve.

That great, delicious goodness of her favorit cheese.

It  was simple, butthe cheese was still in the shopping bag, obviously unnoticed by her as she hadher chocolate-rampage before she was able to see it.

He would get that cheese ready, cut some bread and lure herback to him and the movie. Easy as that!

Yoosung got up and put the cheese into the oven, leaningback on the kitchen counter while eyeing the clock and waiting for the fifteen minutes to pass, when he heard thedoor open.

She came out and looked at him sheepishly, her fingersplaying with her pullover as she made her way over to her boyfriend with smallbut fast steps.

Yoosung wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do, it normallytook her some time to come out of the room, and coming out of it did not meanthat she would talk to him already.

She came  to standnext to him and looked up at him, her eyes tired and sad. But her eyes were notthe saddest thing about her. It was her voice.

“… hurts” she stammered, rubbing her hand over her lowerstomach in a soothing manner, a pout gracing her lips.

It didn’t take him long to understand what she meant. Heclosed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her tightly,letting her rest her head on his chest.

“Sorry for picking the wrong chocolate” he whispered,pressing soft kisses to her hair while stroking her back. “I’ll make you sometea and bring you the cheese. You throw yourself onto the sofa, put on themovie and we’ll cuddle in a second, okay?”

“Yeah… Sorry for being so moody. I love you. I’m really happy tohave you here with me.”

She pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth before smilingup at him, gratefulness showing in her eyes as she left the kitchen.

That was their routine.

Kiss, fight, hug, love, misunderstandings and all of that,but it was normal. Because it would come down to love in the end, always.

Yoosung had the cheese in one hand and her tea in the otherwhile walking out of the kitchen when he heard her voice pipe up.

“Hey, can you bring me another blanket?”

He looked down to his busy hands, shook his head and laughedunder his breath.

“Just a sec, love!”

I hope you liked it!

Thank you for reading!

Here I am! It took me a while, but I started writing again and it felt SO good! :] I hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed writing it, even though it’s not “extremely” hardcore. I still believe you will like it nonetheless!

Smut here. Explicit. You’ve been warned!

Mine - Saeyoung (Smut, fluff)

“And I mean, who wouldn’t love this beautiful face of mine?”“Me, for example. The only beautiful thing I see is Elizabeth.”“lololol, burn!”

Saeyoung sat at home, smirking to himself as he read theongoing back-and-forth between Jumin and Zen. If he wouldn’t know better hewould probably ship them and call them names like Zemin or Jen. That’s how theyalways were, bantering and bickering, butting heads with each other, and Saeyounghad lots of fun watching them, and sometimes he would throw in some words, onlyto bring some more oil into the fire.

He put his phone aside and leaned back on the sofa, his eyeslocked onto a photo that’s only been taken a few weeks ago.

Her bangs have grown over the time, and she was wearing allof her hair longer by now. In this picture it was partially braided withflowers on the back of her head, while the rest of it cascaded down to her lowerback. She wore a white, knee-length dress with thin straps. Her smile was sobright, and her eyes locked on his so strongly. It almost seemed as if hedisturbed the pretty picture, her standing in the white and green field whichwas overgrowing with flowers, and him, with his striking red hair. At least hewore a black button-up shirt for that day.

“… will you please do me the honor of being my wife?”

And now he was at home, waiting for her to come back fromdress-shopping with Jaehee who almost had a breakdown when she was asked to bethe maid-of-honor. It was funny how-

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“He is the most beautiful man alive!”

Saeyoung almost choked on his Dr. Pepper that he had justbrought to his mouth.

It wasn’t rare that someone fangirled over Zen.

But it was a different thing if this someone was his girlf-his fiancee!

His eyes clouded overas he bit his lower lip in thought. He would show her who the most beautifulman actually was. His mouth turned into a smirk as he got up and went for ashower to prepare himself.

Hi Anon!

I’m sorry for the inconvinience. I always use the ‘read on’-function early in the story for anyone who’s not interested in the story or smut so they can scroll past it easily. It seems to me as if some people can’t click the read-on-button to see the whole story :(

All those stories ARE there, long and in all their nsfw-glory I tag them with, and i’m sorry that you can’t read it - btw, you are not the first person who told me about it.