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It’s strange but in a weird way, I miss my darkness… you know what I mean, the indifferent sadness that you resign yourself to when you’re completely and totally hopeless, when you no longer see a reason to try anymore so you kinda just shuffle along day after day, when nothing really matters because you don’t plan on living for much longer. Things that once ate away at you no long strike fear or anxiety into your heart cause “once I’m dead none of it’ll matter.” I’m told it’s fucked up to say because “Some people are dying to feel any other way! HOW DARE YOU WANT THAT BACK!!” Look at it from my point of view: when I didn’t have any purpose or motivation to exist, there was no stress about work, or school, or anything else; every problem just slipped away with my will to live. I could simply sink down into the darkness and embrace the silence. It’s different now that I’ve been “trying"again… It’s so much harder than before. It’s so fucking bright and loud!! but this time you’re not allowed to just walk away and cave in on yourself! You have to accept and acknowledge everything! And no matter how hard you try, you can no longer channel the familiar sanctuary that you’ve grown so accustomed to! You feel as though you don’t belong there, with the normal people, at all. After you’ve lived with the darkness for so long, can you ever truly return to the light? or will it always have those pieces of you, the ones that it took in the first place?
—  Thoughts I’ll never speak out loud.
(Sorry it’s so long, I’m awful at describing things so it takes me a while to do it)
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“It would be Carol, in a thousand cities, a thousand houses, in foreign lands where they would go together, in heaven and in hell.”
Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

Happy April 17th (Carol/Therese Reunion)
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Modern SNS AU

Where Naruto and Sasuke are connected to Tumblr almost all the time, and then one of them bumps into the other’s blog because some of his selective blogs are common between them.

Naruto thinks that avenger2307 is a total emo and Sasuke just knows that ramenslover10 is as silly as his name. Neither of them realizes exactly how things start, but suddenly they are both rebloging their posts and invading their blogs just to criticize them.

Naruto continues to say that avenger2307 is depressed and negative and an idiot about everything and a total emo and shouldn’t infect others about his emo-ish attitude and Sasuke just keeps replying that at least he is not obsessed with some damn stupid noodles and posting silly videos all over the day and photos of cats in costumes and making others lose their valuable time of day and Naruto is just like “Hey! First of all, it’s RAMEN, and it’s delicious, idiot, and second, the videos are not silly, they are FUN, third, what kind of person doesn’t like cats with costumes, you bastard? And fourth, if it bothers you so much, why do you visit my blog and read it and SEE the silly videos, huh?” And Sasuke only answers with an "Hn, dobe”, and Naruto has no idea why he’s so mad, but he only knows he is.

They continue to do that for a long time (a long, long time) until it becomes routine. One of them will write something and the other will comment an insult or criticism. Both begin to follow each other for the sole purpose of arguing.

It is silly, and probably stupid, because they fight all the time and publicly, but somehow it has become ordinary and both become the primary focus of the other. Sasuke will find himself waiting for the dumbs videos to see daily or the stupid, goofy cat picture that maybe, just maybe will not seem so silly this time. Naruto will find himself checking his cell phone during classes waiting for a depressive or negative post about a class or a person or life in general just to see how he can turn it into something positive just for the sheer pleasure of bothering his emo life. Because it feels good, somehow.

And then, a few weeks later, avenger2307 stops publishing things one day and Naruto is so focused on him in that time that he cannot help but notice and it hurts. And the absence is prolonged and prolonged. Two days, three days, a week, and Naruto doesn’t want to admit he’s worried, because he’s a stubborn idiot, but he is. Naruto doesn’t want to admit that he actually misses that, misses his emo mood and their interactions and their arguments and his posts, but he does. He misses him and his depressingly blog and he can’t help but notice the stupid gap that opens empty in his stomach and swallows every time he log in again and avenger2307 is still absent.

But then he returns, avenger2307 RETURNS, posting one of the most jerk-typing and depressing posts about his city’s internet service and the fact that he had no network for TWO weeks and Naruto can’t help but laughs because he thinks he’s a pessimistic idiot, but it’s fine, it’s fine, because avenger2307 HAVE RETURNED, and it’s still him, still as grumpy and whining, and he’s there again.

And Naruto knows it’s stupid and ridiculous how good it feels to see him again there, on his screen, because he is supposed to dislike him, he is supposed to be annoyed that he actually returned. He knows he’s being dumb and it’s embarrassing, but he doesn’t care. So he press the option to “like” the post and, without even thinking about it, goes to the private message tray and clicks on the user bubble of avenger2307 and writes “Wow, about time, busy being emo in real life? it must be hard, no one knows how to do it like you”, and then he sends it. And first he believes that he is witty and congratulates himself because he has finally sent a message in private, but then avenger2307 doesn’t answer. And it passed two minutes, three minutes, four… and Naruto’s stomach hurts because he has just sent a private message, a message in which he practically points out how desperate he was to talk to him and also flatters his emo attitude and Oh by Ramen’s God, what did you just do? That’s…

“Hn. Worried, dobe? I already know that I’m good on what I do, you don’t need to say it. But no, my internet fell. Did you like my post and didn’t even read it, dumbass? Wow, I didn’t know how much you admired me.”

And Naruto smiles because avanger2307 in fact answered his message, (as arrogant and idiotic as ever, because he was a bastard), but he answered and now they can really talk to each other. And Naruto finally can crush avenger’s ego in private without others bothering them.

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The days pass and they keep talking and Naruto actually learns things, he learns that avenger2307 is more fun than it looks, even if he makes jokes that Naruto doesn’t understand always, or even if they are too dark that they shouldn’t be fun. Naruto actually learns that he is a total nerd and that he likes math and school. He learns that he is a boy and that he has a name, (Sasuke. Sasu-ke, no Sas-uke, Sasuke.) (Naruto likes to say it quietly in class because he likes how it sounds.) (It’s not like he’s admitting it anyway, and less the fact that he doesn’t care if his friends see him strangely when he does it.) which he likes to make fun of because “what kind of stupid name is that?” (and even if he only does it to annoy him because he actually likes it, and thinks it’s cool), and Sasuke only responds with a “look who says it, fishcake”, and Naruto should get angry or pissed off, he should, because it bothers him when others do it, but then somehow Naruto only answers with a “whatever you say Sasuke-bastard” and everything keeps the same.

Naruto learns that they both like martial arts and that Sasuke is actually good at it because he has gone to important events and has first places and WOW, Sasuke is indeed as cool as his name.

Sasuke also likes tomatoes and rice and the color blue. Sasuke is sarcastic and arrogant, but he’s also kind and worries about things in the world that Naruto had not even stopped to think about. It’s soft on the edges and Naruto really begins to like him. Because Sasuke insults and criticizes him and makes jokes about him, but Sasuke also cares (even if he has never admitted it aloud, Naruto knows he does) because, even if it is subtly, Sasuke always asks when he feels that something is wrong. (And for some reason, Sasuke always knows when something is wrong. Naruto even starts to think that Sasuke is a kind of a nerd and arrogant bastard voodoo.)

Sasuke also stops calling him “dobe” so many times and begins to say “usuratonkachi” instead, and Naruto has no idea what it means, but he thinks that if it is an insult, at least it’s a cool one, so he doesn’t complain. He likes it because Sasuke puts it in sentences that sound more like a nickname than an insult, and Naruto likes to think Sasuke has a nickname for him.

Their posts are also different in some way. Sasuke smiles sometimes at Naruto’s ridiculous childish obsession with everything rather than bothering about it and Naruto thinks that somehow Sasuke’s negative comments are no longer as cruel and tragic and are more like perspectives of the world; Naruto thinks it’s somehow interesting, even if he publishes nerd data as well. And it’s a little stupid, but Naruto has found himself smiling while reading a comment from avenger2307 with a “… yes, that also applies to dobes like you, fideossucker/fishcake” at the end of the note or in the tags at the end of the post. He doesn’t know why he cares so much, but he does.

Sasuke also has a good voice. (He knows it after hearing him speak for the first time, because somehow they end up exchanging phone numbers at some point in their conversations.) (Neither of them is very sure who offered it or asked for it first, but the point is they have it and now they can actually SPEAK and listen to the each other’s voice and oh holy ramen, Naruto would be lying if he didn’t say he was excited to hear him because he wondered about it so many times before, wondered what his voice would be like, and his curiosity was very big at that point that he literally felt tingling in the tip of his fingers when he answered the phone that time.) A voice that makes tickles in the tip of Naruto’s stomach. Naruto believes that if he sang he would do it well. His voice is grave and masculine and low and thick in the right kind of way. It is soft and intense at the same time and Naruto likes it, he likes to hear him speak about anything, and likes to hear him say “usuratonkachi”, because it sounds softer in his voice, because it sounds much softer than it should sound with his tone of voice. He likes the way he pronounces things and the way he drops the words from his mouth as if he’s sure of them. He likes the arrogant tone that wash over his voice when he is flooding himself or being an egocentric bastard and Naruto can practically hear the smirk across the line.

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They start talking more often. They talk about everything and nothing and Naruto learns more things. Now he knows which book is Sasuke’s favorite and why. He knows he likes the bow and arrow. He knows that he has three friends and that they are all “complete idiots, but I like them.” One is Suigetsu and he’s on the school’s swimming team and as far as Sasuke mentions (which is not much, Sasuke doesn’t really like to talk about himself) Naruto bets that he’s as asshole as Sasuke is himself, but Sasuke says his jokes are fun most of the time. The other is Juugo, who is obsessed with animals and the environment and is incredibly patient with them all. There is also Karin (Karin, who is a girl, Karin, that for some strange reason causes Naruto to feel something vicious in his stomach whenever Sasuke mentions her) (and no, those feelings are not jealousy at all), who has glasses and is a hothead, with the hair of an intense red. Karin, who is irritable and upset about the fact that Suigetsu is an immature idiot most of the time. Karin who is strong and kind and has an intense and strong personality. Karin, who is intelligent and perceptive and “just as stubborn as you moron”. Karin, who had a crush on Sasuke for a while time ago but now likes to joke about the fact that Naruto and him look like boyfriends because they talk ALL the time and A LOT, (and no, Naruto definitely didn’t blush when Sasuke said it).

And then Naruto finds himself thinking about Sasuke. Thinking about his possible appearance. Wondering and thinking in how would his hair look like, about if his face combines with his voice, in what would be the color of his eyes, (seriously, if he doesn’t pass algebra it will be all Sasuke’s fault), because Sasuke has not mentioned anything about his physique besides that he has a weird tattoo on the shoulder (stupid, stupid Suigetsu’s dare).

And then one day they’re talking and Sasuke says, “Are you blond?”

And Naruto almost choked on his own saliva because what the hell, how does he know that. He is surprised and for a moment really thinks oh by ramen’s sake, Sasuke KNOWS him in person. And he’s so focused on his nerves and panic that he doesn’t realize that he has not answered yet until Sasuke says, “Well, because you know, blondes are supposed to be fools, so I assumed you were very blond.”

And then Naruto just… stops. He knows he is supposed to be offended, but at the moment he can only laugh, because Sasuke tried to make a joke (a biased one, but still, a joke. Naruto imagines Sasuke is clumsy for jokes and for anything to do with having actually normal fun) so he only answers with a “bastard. You’re rude. But yes, I’m the hottest blonde you ever gonna meet in your life.”

“Debatable. But hn, your ancestors must be proud of you then, unless you dye it.”

“Hey! I’m really hot, y’know? And of course not, you idiot, I don’t dye my hair, I’m a natural blonde.”

“Hn.” Sasuke likes to make that sound a bit too much.

“Do you?”

“What?”

“Do you dye your hair, moron?”

“No, why would I do that?”

“Well, how do I know you’re not an emo who likes to paint his hair and wear piercings and black clothes and hair over his face…? I bet you let grow your hair long and…, OH AND THE NAILS, paint the nails is something emo, right? I bet you paint your nails…”

“Naruto.”

“… Yes, I’m sure that…”

Naruto.

“… Probably…”

Naruto, you’re babbling.”

“Oh, heh, sorry.”

“I don’t have piercings.”

“…”

“…”

“But you didn’t say you didn’t paint your nails, so…”

“Oh, shut up, dobe.”

Naruto laughs.

Sasuke thinks that Naruto’s laughter is the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard before.

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Naruto also learns that Sasuke’s parents were killed in a fire. He finds out he has a brother. An older brother who is in jail for some reason he doesn’t know. An older brother Sasuke can’t mention without his voice quivering a little. He always seems so upset and disturb talking about his family.

So Naruto tells him his story. He tells him about his scars on his cheeks and how he has been an orphan since he was born. He says that he knows his parents only in photos. He tells him that his mother had the most beautiful red long hair, (that was intense and flaming and bright like fire), and that his father was blond and had blue pure eyes like the sky (and like himself). He tells him that he dreams of them almost every night. He tells him about his grandfather Jiraiya and tells him about how perverted he is and how obsessed he is with Tsunade (his neighbor, who likes gambling and alcohol and is scary when she is upset, but she is also kind and intelligent and gave Naruto a really cool necklace on his birthday). He tells him about the stories that Jiraiya has told him about his parents. He tells him that they were both in the police force and they were excellent and they were killed by a man who is still free out there in the streets. He tells him that he’s proud of him, even if he didn’t know them. He tells him about all the rage that grows and bubbles in his chest, about all that hate that he doesn’t like but it’s still there and doesn’t go away for once. He doesn’t know why he does it, why he says it. He only knows that he wants to make him feel better, that he wants Sasuke to know that he is not alone, that Naruto knows his pain. He wants him to know that it’s okay to talk about his problems. He wants him to know that Naruto is going to listen to him. He wants him to know he cares. He cares so much that it hurts.

And Sasuke does not say anything, but Naruto can feel it through the phone, he can hear his fragile breathing and can almost feel the beating of his heart pounding in his chest. He may feel, in some way, what Sasuke is feeling and he knows that Sasuke feels what he is feeling himself too.

Because Naruto begins to think that Sasuke knows him. He knows him better than anyone else and he understands him, Sasuke understands him as no one else has done it before.

And Naruto has never wanted to meet a person so much before.

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It’s the middle of December and it’s cold. The sky is pale and beautiful and there’s snow everywhere you turn to see. The trees have no longer leaves and they look old and without so much life like in Spring with all the color spinning in them, but Naruto likes winter too. Or at least, liked winter too until tragic happened.

Sakura is in his bed texting Ino and Naruto looks at her like he’s dying. She looks at him with the corner of her beauty green eyes and makes a face.

“Naruto, stop already, you moron. You’re doing The Face again.”

Naruto rolls over the floor (which it’s also cold as fuck, but he doesn’t care enough, he’s dying) and groans, ”But Sakura…

She puts her phone in her stomach and looks at him upside down at the side of Naruto’s bed. Naruto keeps saying her name and she just sees him like she’s waiting for him to continue.

Naruto does with “he’s visiting me, Sakura, he’s visiting me…

Sakura raises an eyebrow. “Hm? I already know that, you told me yesterday and you keep saying it every two minutes. But what’s the matter?”

Naruto sits right up and gestures at her with exaggerated swings of arms. “What’s the matter? He’s visiting me, that’s the matter!”

She sighs and sits too. She moves to the edge of the bed and pick up her legs just so her chin would be in one of her knees. She looks down at him and titles her head, the pink soft hair falling over on the middle of her face. Naruto always liked Sakura’s hair. It was really pretty when she had it long, but when she cut it out it was even more cool because it was short spiky-type and wild and messy and it was a nice thing. She also has these cute short bangs that don’t cover her forehead (Ino doesn’t allow it) but looks pretty great. “I don’t get it. You look like you are about to die, like something just crash in your favorite thing and broke it. Shit, you almost look like there’s no more ramen in the cupboard, that’s worrying. But you always talked about this guy so much, about how cool he was, and as far as I remember, you also always said how much you wanted to meet him in person and finally can see his face and can hear his voice not just through a phone call. So, then he says to you that he’s coming to the city for the weekend and he wants to see you and instead of being all happy you get all messy about it? Why?

Naruto blinks. “It doesn’t make sense when you explain it like it.”

Sakura rolls her eyes and kicks Naruto with her leg on his shoulder. He pouts at her while touching his arm. “That hurt.”

She ignores him. “It doesn’t make sense the way you look at it Naruto, you’re just being dramatic.”

“I’m not! I want to meet him! It’s just that I don’t want to ruin the things with him! He’s… He’s the best guy I know and I think he really understands me and I really like him and…”

Sakura blinks. “You like him? Like… really like him?”

Naruto stops. He looks at his side because he just can’t meet Sakura’s eyes. She always said that she can read him like a book through his because Naruto’s were so transparent. He doesn’t want her looking at him with pity or something like it. And what was he even supposed to answer? He himself doesn’t know well his feelings. He cares about Sasuke. He cares so much about him that he even spent five hours without getting sleep just thinking if he was fine. Just because he said he had a bad day. He really sounded upset, and Naruto couldn’t stop worrying. He also thinks about him a lot. It is not really his fault, everything in school or on his home remembered him about Sasuke. And he likes him, he really do, he is cool and smart and kind and cares a lot about people, about his friends. He’s an ass too, and arrogant sometimes and likes arguing, but it’s not that bad. Naruto loves that about him too. But does he like him that way? Does he want to actually date Sasuke?

Just the thought of it makes him giddy. Just the idea of it makes his heart races and a warm feeling sink in his throat and all down his stomach. Just thinking about it makes him fuzzy and all tingle in his inner self.

Sakura moves and Naruto sees her all the way getting down the bed and kneeling beside him. She looks at him with kind and tender eyes and reaches to brush his blond hair.

“Aw, Naruto. You blushed.” She mutters, and he’s way too embarrassed, but he knows Sakura is not making fun of him; she talks way too soft for being not real compassionate about him.

Naruto closes his eyes and Sakura mutters something more under her breath that he doesn’t get, but then she’s right there, and her sweet smell is burning his lungs. Sakura’s arms are warm and soft and she’s being understanding and tender and for a moment Naruto remembers why he did like her in the past. He likes her as a sister now, and he thinks about liking Sasuke as his brother… he thinks about being held by Sasuke, being in Sasuke’s arms and telling him all that has been building in his stomach since they start to talk to each other…

No, he definitely didn’t like Sasuke as Sakura. It was different. More intense, more raw and crude, but… somehow sweeter. And no, he definitely didn’t like him as a brother.

“It’s going to be fine, Naruto. Don’t worry about it.”

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Naruto and Sasuke agree to meet in a place. It is a park from the outskirts of Konoha.

It’s the middle of December, just a few days later Sakura talked to Naruto. It’s cold outside and Naruto is nervous as hell that he can’t even feel his legs, but at the same time, he’s excited.

He’s standing awkwardly out of his house, on the sidewalk, while Sakura is checking on her car (well, Ino’s car, but it’s technically the same thing). Sakura lends him it (because his own old pickup van has chosen to decompose just then) and she indeed offers to take him, because Naruto is so edgy that his hands shake and she assures him that he won’t be able to drive in that mood.

“Everything will be okay, Naruto, just stop with the drama. I’m not bothering you two either. I’m leaving you there until Sasuke arrives, so you don’t have to worry.” Sakura tells him leaning against the car. Her hair is waving around because of the cold wind and her arms are firm crossed in her chest and she looks at him like she always does in situations where he’s like this: like she’s trying to calm him down, but at the same time, she’s so exasperated that she can’t hid it.

“Everything is going to be fine, Naruto.” She repeats, and then she points with her thumb behind her, “so get in the car already and let’s go to meet your prince.”

Naruto blinks wildly. “He’s not…!”

“I’m kidding, you moron.” She giggles. “Just get in the car.”

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The ride is not so long, but Naruto thinks it is. His hands keep sweating and he has to wipe them in his pants several times. He keeps looking through the window outside, watching at the people and the places, but all it’s too blurry to caught, and he’s feeling fuzzy. He keeps seeing things but he doesn’t recognize them, like it’s the first time he sees it, like this is not his own city. He keeps listening to the music on the radio Sakura just put to calm him down, but it’s not helping, it’s not working.

The air is dense inside the car and his head is spinning and he can’t focus because he’s going to meet Sasuke, he’s going to meet Sasuke in person and oh Holy Ramen, this is happening and…

“Seriously Naruto, he’s going to give you a panic attack, calm down a bit.” Sakura teases. Naruto looks at her and she smiles at him. One of her hands is fixed on the steering wheel but the other moves and pats his shoulder carefully. “Everything will be fine.”

And Naruto wants to think that, he really wants, but the way his heart hits against his chest is erratic and discordant and it hurts, and he can’t concentrate in anything else besides Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke, and the way his disturbed heartbeat remembers him of his name.

Yes, the ride seems definitely too long.

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When they get to the park, they are practically alone, mostly because of the cold weather, but Naruto doesn’t notice. There are people walking on the sidewalk and Naruto gets out of the car with his legs feeling like water. Gelid air hits his face and his cheeks numb.

“Do you want me to get out of the car with you?”

Naruto thinks for a second it is a good idea, because he can’t calm down, but he doesn’t want to bother Sakura more, so he tries to smile convinced at her (though he’s dying slowly inside) and says, “No, I’m fine.”

Sakura smiles back at him from the car and gives him a thumb up. Her eyes are sweet when she says, “’kay, good luck! I’m leaving you here, call me if you need me!” She’s about to go when she seems to remember something. “Oh! And Naruto?”

“… Yes?”

“It’s going to be alright. Believe me. And if it something that makes you feel better, I’m sure he feels the same way as you.”

Naruto blinks. “… Sa— kura?”

She smiles. “Bye! I’m greeting Ino for you!”

Naruto waves at her and sees all the way while she gets away. The car is a red point in the street when Naruto finally starts to walk to the meeting point.

It is supposed to be there, just right at the swings area. But there is no one there, just two kids, and Naruto does know Sasuke it’s just a year older than him, so he’s none of them.

Naruto looks at his cell phone for the hour. It’s 2:27 pm. Three minutes left for the agreed time.

Ok, he’s in time. Sasuke is in time too. So there’s nothing to worry about.

He stands there and waits, playing with his hands (mostly because they can’t stop sweating, dammit) and trying to breathe normally enough.

Three minutes pass. He watches at the people going from here to there, and the kids playing around. Everything seems too normal to be such an important day.

Ten more minutes go by.

Five more and Naruto is ready to get his phone from his pocket and call Sakura to pick him up in the car and flee because he is so nervous, he’s so on the edge that he feels like he is going to explode and all Sasuke is going to find is a deformed liquid spot on the ground along with all the snow. And that would definitely be more embarrassing than…

“Hn. So you’re really blond.”

… Holy fuck.

Oh.

Oh.

OH.

That voice.

Sasuke…

That voice…

Sasuke.

Sasuke is there, Sasuke is there.

God, Naruto’s heart is pounding so hard on his chest that he thinks it’s going to come out between his ribs.

Naruto turns around on his heels, his breath stirring white smoke in front of his face. He turns and Sasuke is… there. He’s right there and… wow.

Just.

Wow.

Sasuke is…

Is…

Gorgeous.

His hair is jet-black, dark as the sky on a starless night. It is short and sharp from behind and has a cut that should be funny but in him has a great fit. He has bangs, they are long and frame his face by the sides till the level of his lips. Naruto has the impression that one of them would cover one of his eyes if there was no wind that shakes it weakly against his forehead. His hair is messy and looks soft and beautiful. His skin is pale and contrasts with the intense color of his hair. His eyes are just as dark as his hair, so deep and looking at him as if he were the only thing in the world that was worth focusing on. His lips are thin and composed in a half mocking smile. His posture is casual and composed, as if it isn’t the first time they have meet; as if none of this is something that makes Naruto turn from head to toe, upside down; as if it isn’t the thing having Naruto on edge with nerves, and the feelings burning on the surface of his skin.

His face is sharp, all thin angles and high cheekbones, contrasting and extreme colors, ranging from the purest to the darkest, and God, everything in him is so impressive.

“Are you going to stand there staring at me all day?” Sasuke raises an eyebrow. His lips tug a little higher and his voice tinges with a mocking tone. God, his voice

Naruto feels his cheeks burn. He smiles awkwardly and runs a hand through his hair. Sasuke’s eyes follow the movement of his fingers between the golden strands until they fall behind.

Naruto scratches his neck and laughs nervously.

“It’s just…” He starts, but then stops because, “I’m not staring! I’m definitely not staring!” He bursts out, his frown in a line. Deep inside he knows he’s lying, but he can’t let Sasuke know that. Sasuke smiles a little, condescending, but his eyebrow stays high, like saying “sure, whatever you say” and “but I don’t believe you at all, moron”.

Naruto looks at his side because if he keeps seeing him, he will start staring and his cheeks are already burning, so no, he doesn’t want to combust. “Um, you’re just a little different from how I imagined you were, it’s all.”

Sasuke’s eyes drop to meet his eyes (God, his eyes), and Naruto has to contain himself to avoid panting loudly, because Holy Ramen…

His eyebrow rises even higher. There’s a subtle shit-eating grin growing on his lips and Naruto thinks he’s going to die. “Did you imagine what I look like? Hn, and I thought you weren’t so obsessed with me.”

Naruto opens his eyes, wide, and blinks. “You… you cocky bastard! I’m not obsessed with you! I didn’t mean… I mean, yes, I asked myself several times how you would look like but… I mean, it’s not like I’m thinking about your appearance all the time or…”

Sasuke makes a little noise in the back of his throat. His eyes are glued to Naruto and he looks funny, as if Naruto’s suffering and clumsiness amused him.

Naruto closes his lips in a tight line and looks away. The blush on his cheeks has begun to spread, because he can feel the heat tingling in his neck and the tip of his ears. The fact that he can feel Sasuke’s intense stare stuck on him doesn’t help.

And suddenly everything is silent and Naruto feels silly and stupid and…

“Usuratonkachi.” Sasuke’s voice is soft, so soft, and the way he says it is as if he’s saying “idiot” with his eyes blank and a wry smile on his face.

Naruto opens his eyes, because he has to see his face, he has to, and when he turns his head again, Sasuke is looking right at him, his hands in his pockets and his hair falling gently on his face. God, Naruto needs to concentrate, every time he looks at him it’s like he gets lost in his head and mind.

“You’re not very different from how I thought. You’re really blond, you look like you don’t know what a comb is, and your face looks stupid…”

Naruto chokes. There is something inside him that rages, although it is not anger, it is almost… expectation. But there is something else. Something else than the adrenaline that runs through his blood when they fight.

“You— jerk…!”

“And you have a lousy sense of fashion, orange is a horrible color. I have no idea why it is your favorite color…”

“As if blue was better, idiot! Orange is the coolest, brightest and most cheerful color of all!”

Sasuke rolls his eyes at his childish outburst and continues, “And you have tanned skin, I imagined that. Your eyes are clearer than I thought, though…”

“Well, yours are darker than I expected. Not that I’m complaining, I’m just impress.”

Sasuke continues like if there hadn’t been interruptions. “I never thought you’d have blond eyelashes, it’s… well, not bad… I’ve never met anyone before you that had the eyelashes of that color… and it’s quite…”

Naruto is about to insult him with something (although he is not quite sure what to say, because everything in him is impossible to insult; everything in him is so wonderful, dammit), but then he is silent, because Sasuke tilts his head to one side, his hair falling like a silken curtain of dark strands, and stretches a hand toward Naruto’s face and oh my goodness, Sasuke’s hand is right in front of him and…

Oh.

The scars.

Sasuke’s hand is incredibly warm against his cold skin. His fingers pass over the lines carefully, with fragile, feathery touches, and his skin is so soft

And Sasuke doesn’t say anything, but his eyes are completely focused on his cheeks and in them there’s something completely indecipherable for Naruto. They look sad and angry and hurt and careful, all at once.

And then Sasuke takes a step forward (which means he’s closer, when he was already close enough) and Naruto can distinguish the way his long eyelashes rub against the white skin of his cheeks. And suddenly it’s like his senses are overloaded because he can feel everything. He is hyper aware of Sasuke’s fingertips, which make his skin tingle wherever they touch him, which despite the cold weather seem to carry the fire along with them, because they awaken overwhelming heat beneath his skin. He can feel the dense, charged air around him and between them, as if there were sparkling electricity flying and catapulting into volutes and dissenting spirals. He can distinguish the soft Sasuke’s smell (apples and grass). He can even hear his breath and suddenly everything revolves around him.

His heart is hammering madly in his chest and his ears are buzzing and there is something beating in his throat, something that is alive and fluttering. The sky behind them is silver and purple, and the clouds are fluffy speckles of white and gray, and Sasuke looks like a star standing there, so bright and so remarkable and outstanding

Then Sasuke’s eyes meet his own and he’s staring at him and it’s like everything around him is alive. It is like everything inside him is moving and shouting to get out. It’s like standing on the edge of a cliff and looking down and thinking you’re going to fall. It’s like the sound of a storm. Everything is wild and alive and Naruto does not know what he is doing, his body moves on autopilot…

His hand reaches out and Naruto can see his own fingers tremble as he carefully removes one of Sasuke’s bangs from his face.

Sasuke’s eyes open wide, and then he opens his mouth and he’s saying something, he’s talking, but Naruto doesn’t listen, because there are waves that beat against his ears and everything sounds like the sea.

And then he pushes forward and their lips collide and… and just wow.

Sasuke’s breath stalls in his throat audibly and Naruto can hear it. His lips are warm and soft (so, so, so soft) and Naruto can’t help but think how much he wants this. How much he wanted this, how long he had been waiting for this without even knowing it.

Sasuke makes a shocked little noise in the back of his throat as Naruto pushes forward but he doesn’t back down, and Naruto can feel the way his eyelashes sweep into his own skin when his eyes close (they tickle him). He can feel him relax in an instant when Naruto’s fingers move back and pull the strands of hair behind his ear. He can hear him sigh shakily as the tips of his fingers intermingle with his hair on the back of his head. And then Sasuke’s hand is on his shirt and his fingers squeeze tightly against the cloth and he is pulling Naruto towards him.

Everything is fuzzy and hot and damp and soft and so good. Naruto has one hand firmly behind Sasuke’s head to keep him from pulling away and the other reaches to take Sasuke’s free hand. His fingers intertwine and embolden like gears as his mouths move one against another languidly, as his lips glide lazily and unhurriedly.

And then Sasuke’s hand moves, the tips of his fingers leaving electricity sticking to Naruto’s skin as they touch him, and suddenly it is in his hair, behind his head. He pull his head back, enough to make their lips separate a few millimeters. Sasuke’s breathing is altered and quick and shaky and he seems to be desperate for air. Naruto can feel his unsteady breathing pounding against his bulging cheeks and is proud of it. He doesn’t care if his own is the same or worse because Sasuke is this way, he’s like this for him.

The kiss was so good, everything was so good, and Naruto is about to ask why they stopped, but then Sasuke is pulling Naruto back forward and his lips are crashing again and he doesn’t have time to ask. This time Sasuke opens his lips and seems more desperate than before. His hands pull Naruto’s hair and his lips stick to Naruto’s as if they were his source of life.

And they continue like this. They kiss and kiss and kiss. They pause to breathe and their lips meet again after a few seconds as if they were attracted like magnets and metal.

They kiss and kiss and kiss and Sasuke’s hands are on his hair and his face and his shoulders and his neck and on the top of his shirt, touching everything as if he wanted to remember every inch. And he looks so altered, so out of place, and Naruto thinks he’s about to faint, because he put Sasuke like this, the stoic Sasuke so out of control, of composure, and that drives him crazy.

He feels drunk. Dizzy. Everything is spinning around him and there is nothing more than Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke.

There is nothing more than Sasuke and his hands and his lips and his skin and his hair. Everything is him and he is soft and cold and hot and he loves it.

They kiss and kiss and kiss until Naruto’s lips are swollen. They kiss until the sky behind them is dark and both are numb from the cold. They kiss until Sasuke’s hairstyle is ruined and until his lips hurt (in the best way).

And when they separated, Naruto has the forehead against Sasuke’s.

Sasuke is looking at him with misty eyes, as if he had just woken from a dream, and he looks so beautiful and precious and Naruto wants to kiss him again. Their breaths mingle and their hearts beat in unison against their chests.

Sasuke’s cheeks are flushed and, although it could because of the cold, Naruto knows it’s for something else and that makes him smile.

There is something warm and tender and soft and alive that continues to flutter in his chest and throat and it hurts, it hurts so much but in a good kind of way, and it makes him feel good and giddy. Reminds him why he is alive.

Sasuke makes him feel that way.

Alive. Wild. In peace.

Happy.

Sasuke’s eyes have a million emotions reflected in them when the mist curtain is extinguished (not at all, but enough) and Naruto wonders if his eyes are as transparent and stormy and crazy as his. By the way Sasuke is looking at him he thinks they are.

And then Sasuke smiles. It is weak and fragile and soft and small, but it is a smile, and it is there, and Naruto smiles wider.

Sasuke is beautiful. Inside an out.

And he can’t stop looking at him.

And maybe his gaze is too intense because Sasuke’s cheeks color grows as he closes his eyes and murmurs, “Usuratonkachi. Stop looking at me like that. I have a reputation to keep.”

And Naruto laughs. He laughs and Sasuke smiles even wider, because Naruto’s laugh could give world peace and could cure cancer. Because Naruto’s laugh is beautiful and Naruto makes him happy.

Because both of them are happy there.

Because they both know what love is without having even seen the other in person before.

Because both fell in love with words so intensely that the feeling couldn’t be extinguished.

Because everything is beautiful and lovely and perfect.

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A/N: So… how was it? this is my first attempt for a sns fanfic, so don’t be so rude, okay? I’m sorry if it’s awful, it was just an idea I have and I write it for fun. Also, English is not my first language, so I’m so sorry for any grammatical mistake in here, i did my best.

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≫ malec appreciation week:  day one — favourite magnus moments

“When I was a boy discovering my powers I had no one. I had to figure out the Downworld all on my own. It was awful. So, I vowed to myself that if I ever found someone in a similar situation I’d try to make sure they didn’t have to go at it alone.”

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@acindra Heere they are! Haha, get it? Heere…? //shot

Choosing color placement for this one was hard :0 But it was fun!
I also added in the colored version too °˖ ✧◝( ❛ ヮ ❛ )◜✧˖ ° 

Send me a character/pairing and a palette!

anonymous asked:

Hey! So idk if you're taking requests but on the off chance that you are, do you have any more headcanons for the YouTube au? I enjoyed the first one sooo much and now I'm way too invested - like would Marinette ever make a channel? Alya? Nino? (P.s. Congrats on finishing tangled ribbons dude!!! It was unbelievably cute and well written and fun and ahhh I've got a lot of love for it!)

YEAH MY DUDE I LOVE THIS AU LETS DO THIS!!!

(i had a bunch of these written down a While Ago but i forgot about them rip im sorry) also??? i cant believe i finished tangled ribbons?? constantly in awe that thats done 

part one

  • adrien covering ed sheeran songs
    • this is super random but i think it’s important
    • (this was written before the new album but my point stands)
  • nino helps adrien set up a better mic system once he finds out about the youtube thing
    • it becomes a Thing™️️ where they get together and talk about tech and adrien will film a video or two and then they’ll sit on the couch and watch movies or binge anime and pig out on ice cream
    • they keep doing it once adrien is just as well versed in audio equipment as nino is
  • nino geeks out over adrien’s camera
  • adrien totally gets the camera that ninos been eying for ages when he needs to replace his, because nino helps him with recording so often. nino almost cries when he first holds it

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anonymous asked:

Hi ! I really like your handwritting, it's so fluffy~ Can I ask an AU where MC has a very low self esteem that when she is going to met the RFA and Jumin for the first time at the party, it's her friend who comes instead ? How will Jumin react ? ( I'm sorry for my bad english ;v;) Have a nice day !

Awe thank you, that’s so nice of you to say!!! Don’t worry about your English either darling it’s completely fine!! 

As for the request, I’d be happy to do it as usual! Thank you and enjoy!! Have a marvelous day ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁)

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To say the least, Jumin had been looking forward to finally meeting you.

The two of you had spent just about every moment of each day since you joined talking to one another, Jumin finding it to be the one bright, wonderful light in his typically bleak life. 

The day of the RFA party couldn’t have come fast enough, the rest of the world merely passing in a blur until it finally came.

“Are you excited?” He had messaged you, a warmth blooming in your chest as you responded.

“I am!” 

“I thought if this day ever came again, I would be happiest to see Rika’s memory revived but..I never thought in my entire life I’d meet someone like you.” 

“I never thought I’d meet someone like you either.” 

“In a good way?”

“In the best way.” 

“Do you need me to pick you up somewhere? I’d be more than happy to escort you there.” 

“Charming but no, I’ll be fine!” 

“Then I’ll see you then dear.” 

He didn’t. 

He had arrived nearly on the dot, pacing back and forth throughout the halls, glancing up and down at his watch as he waited and waited for you to arrive. 

And eventually, he thought he had. 

In his rush and hurry to find you, he nearly jolted like a spring when someone had tapped his shoulder.

Yet as he spun around to meet them, a sudden excitement blossomed inside of him as though he were a child receiving a gift for the first time.

“MC?” He hesitated to take their hand, something in the back of his mind holding him back. “Is that you?”

“Um-” 

They didn’t even need to answer.

He knew it from the moment they spoke.

Your voice was more beautiful than that of a symphony, gentle and comforting no matter what you said.

This was not that.

Not in the slightest. 

“You’re not MC.” He furrowed his brow, sighing. “How can I help you then?” 

“Well-I can actually help you-sort of.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I’m MC’s friend.” 

His eyes lit up, once again scanning amongst the crowd of people for any sort of hint of you, only stopped as your friend tugged on his jacket, gesturing back to them.

“I’m here in MC’s place.” 

“Excuse me?” He scoffed, shaking his head. “If you’re here playing a prank on me on behalf of Luciel, you should inform him this isn’t funny.” 

“The red haired guy?” They huffed, somehow exasperated by his name. “No-jeez don’t worry-already met him. I’m here because MC wasn’t feeling too great about this.” 

His heart threatened to tug on its ends, confusion filling him almost as a peculiar sort of poison. 

“W-What do you mean?” He questioned. “A-About the party? About us…?”

“Yes and no?” They struggled to figure out how exactly to explain, tipping their head from side to side in consideration. “I mean-they really wanted to go to this party and they really wanted to meet you. Jeez, they adore you but-they couldn’t.” 

“Why? Are they sick? Why didn’t they tell me? Did they not have a dress? I could’ve purchased one for them-” 

“No, none of that.” 

“Then…then what?” 

“They were afraid.” 

“Afraid of what?”

“Listen, as amazing as MC is…they don’t really see themselves in the same way-in the opposite really. They thought you’d see them and then regret everything you had said. Or that they’d say the wrong thing-or do the wrong thing. They just thought that they didn’t deserve you-” 

“Where are they?” 

“What?”

“Where are they?” 

“They asked to spend the night at my apartment-”

“What is your address?” 

What?” 

“Give me your address and I will pay your rent for the next year.” 

They yanked his arm in their hold, snatching out a pen from his pocket, scribbling it sloppily on his palm, eyes wider than saucers.

“I’m going to need it in cash-” 

“I’ll leave it on your kitchen counter.” 

“This is the best day of my life.” 

And he was off.

He followed the directions as best as he could, rushing down the sidewalks, speeding as quickly as possible until he came to the old brick building.

It didn’t take long for him to come to the room, letting out a deep breath before knocking on the door, speaking up.

“MC, are you there?” 

“…No.” 

Simply your voice brought a joy he couldn’t describe.

“Darling, please open the door.” 

“…Go back to the party. You’d have a much better time anyway.” 

“I came to the party to see you. It could never truly be enjoyable without you.” 

“…You don’t mean that.” 

“Why would I suddenly start lying to you now?” 

“I-I don’t know.” 

“My dear, I need you to open the door, please.” 

You let out a deep breath, the sounds of your feet shuffling against the wooden door, the sound of the releasing of the lock, echoing in his ears. 

You opened the door, staring at him if only for a moment, tear stains lining your cheek before you ducked your sight down, embarrassed.

“I-I’m sorry.” 

He didn’t even say a word.

He just pulled you close, and embraced you,

He held you as if you were the greatest treasure the world had ever known, feeling your head bury in the crook of his neck, stifling a small sob. 

“There is nothing more I’ve wanted since the day we’ve spoken than to meet you.” 

You were quiet, sniffling.

“You may not think of yourself as anything worth my time but you are worth every single second of every ounce of time, I know that better than I know myself.” 

“You don’t-” 

“I mean that I mean that more than anything I’ve ever said in my entire life.” 

He grinned. “Well-there may be one thing.” 

“W-What?” You looked up, fear drenching your expression until you met his delicate response, his hand wrapping around your cheek. “W-What is it?”

“I love you.” 

anonymous asked:

jimon + they get married because one of them needs a green card but it ends up turning into something more (ahhhhhh am i dead yet??)

idek how long ago this was sent i’m so sorry!! also, i don’t know, are you dead yet??

a story the kids won’t believe || 4k+, jace/simon + fake marriage || read on ao3

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Simon’s life gets wildly out of hand when he opens his door to a furious knocking at three in the morning on Saturday and gets a frazzled, furious Jace Wayland barging into his apartment, shouting, “You need to marry me!”

“I - “ Simon blinks at Jace, takes a step back, collides with his shoe rack, and stumbles further backwards. “Cool, okay, so like. Are you drunk?”

No.” Jace stalks forward, twisting his hand in Simon’s collar and glaring at him with a wild kind of emotion in his eyes. “If you don’t fucking marry me in the next twenty-four hours, Lewis, I am going to be deported back to France, which is a country I didn’t even know I was from until a few hours ago, so suck it up and take one for the team and marry me.”

Simon blames his half-asleep, drowsy state, and his general saint-like nature for saying yes so quickly.

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anonymous asked:

But like,,, what if Bing and chase eventually developed an emotional attachment? Because they have so much in common and stuff! (Sorry I'm just trash and I am always on the look out for more ships and this is cute as heckie)

aw, that’d be cute! i feel like it would be a little one sided at first, but it could go both ways!

like bing starting to have feelings for chase but knows that chase just came out of a divorce from his wife so he knows that he should wait.

or chase starting to have feelings for bing and knows that he should move on and find someone new, but just being nervous because he doesn’t know if bing feels/can feel the same.

they probably just bro it up until one of them is brave enough to pull a move. 💚

Odd liar.

A victuuri thingy based on @aina-p‘s AU post. Warning, this is awfully written but I was in a rush to finish this out of excitement. Does this story have a sequel? Maybe, maybe not.


Yuri was, to be fair, quite young when he started skating. And he did it mostly because he thought Yuko was cute, and she liked skating, so of course he had to find a way to impress her with that. He wasn’t exactly talented, but there was no denying that he had potential and talented or not, he was good at it; and he had fun doing it, which was important as well.

So years after his first time on ice, Yuri was now a skating teacher alongside Yuko and her husband Nishigori, and while teaching wasn’t as fun as skating on his own, he had no reason to complain. He was helping others and making some money in the process.

It was weird to have older students; Yuri was pretty used to deal with kids and on rare occasions, teenagers.

Not only the man that crossed the front door was older but he was also not Japanese. And he was undeniably attractive. With his silver hair, piercing blue eyes and cared figure he was drawing all the attention from people all around regardless of their gender. Yuko was obviously impressed when he approached her at the front table.

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auronburr  asked:

Your meta analysis gives me LIFE are there any other lines that you really like/wanna analyze?

Ooh actually there was one other small meta that I was thinking about writing in the last week and vaguely forgot to to. It’s parallels between Wait For It and World Was Wide Enough.

There’s a lot of genius meta out there about Wait For it, from the “putting Hamilton on the same level as love, life, and death,” or I think I did a thing way back on Hamilton and “he takes and he takes and he takes” but the only thing he’s been taking so far is people’s affection, like. There’s so much about that song that is perfect.

But I don’t think I’ve seen anyone compare Wait For It and The World Was Wide Enough.

Firstly, there’s the fact that The World Was Wide Enough is the answer to the question that Burr has been asking the whole musical: “is there a reason? Is there a reason why everyone who has ever cared about me ends up dead?” He states that he’s willing to wait for it.

Well, The World Was Wide Enough gives that answer: no. There is no reason. Death doesn’t discriminate, there is no reason he could have known that Alexander would aim at the sky, there is no way he could understand, the whole song is about his increasing breakdown at the inevitability of it all–how his voice breaks at “this man will not make an orphan of my daughter”–how the whole song is about him trying to give one reason after another, but none of them are satisfactory, the scream of “WAIT”–that’s the realization that there’s no reason this should have happened.

Aaron Burr waits the whole show for that answer, and the answer is, “there is no reason,” and then he just sort of…fades. Disappears back into his role of narrator, drops out of our history books; no one really cares what happened to Aaron Burr after the duel.

Then there’s the second part of my comparison of the two songs. Take another look at the Hamilton verse of Wait For it.   

Hamilton doesn’t hesitate
He exhibits no restraint
He takes and he takes and he takes
And he keeps winning anyway
He changes the game
He plays and he raises the stakes
And if there’s a reason
He seems to thrive when so few survive, then Goddamnit—

Looking at that verse in the context of the duel. The whole setup: Aaron sends a simple letter asking for an apology, Hamilton exhibits no restraint in sending back a scathing insult of a response. The game was supposed to be one of politics; Alexander changes it to one of life and death. Raising the stakes indeed.

But there’s this other underlying theme of at least in the first Act, no matter what Hamilton seems to do, he wins. That’s one of the reasons why Burr is fascinated with him and a bit jealous–he walks in and is hired right on sight when Washington rejects Burr, he snags a Schuyler sister when Angelica literally shoves Burr away, don’t even get me started on Non-Stop, Hamilton always wins. And then the second Act is about when Hamilton starts losing–how he starts to sacrifice his morals for the creation of his political legacy (Room Where It Happens, Cabinet Battle #2), he manages to entirely destroy his family through the affair, and his own political career via his letter against John Adams and The Reynolds Pamphlet, he’s a mess, Act 2 is about his downfall.

But Aaron Burr doesn’t really see it that way. Burr sees Hamilton in The Room Where It Happens and he sees Hamilton as winning still (”you got more than you gave”), he wants that, he wants what Hamilton has, he wants to win like that. He goes after a seat in the Senate, he joins the Democratic Republicans, but he still seems Hamilton as winning. Even when they go and threaten him in We Know, when Hamilton says “How do I know you won’t use this against me the next time we go toe to toe?” Hamilton still fully expects them to go toe to toe, Hamilton still fully expects situations in which he might win against Burr–and, of course, that’s all Burr sees. Someone on his level, someone who’s going to beat him again, not someone who has lost everything and is grasping at straws.

It’s this fundamental misunderstanding of how far Hamilton has fallen–it’s this fundamental respect and awe that Burr has for Hamilton–that ultimately leads to the duel.  Burr doesn’t for a moment believe that Hamilton is ever going to lose, because Hamilton isn’t someone who loses at anything. Hamilton can’t lose in his mind. That’s why he becomes increasingly panicked, because he can’t see an outcome of this where Hamilton doesn’t come out on top.

And then he shoots Hamilton.

That’s where the music turns back to Wait For It, that’s where it turns back to Burr asking if there’s a reason. Wait For It is the first time that Burr is completely open and completely vulnerable to the audience, and the shock of Hamilton dying, it puts Burr right back there. It makes him question everything he ever believed about Hamilton, it’s why he re-casts the whole duel in his mind so that Hamilton still wins it:

When Alexander aimed at the sky,
He may have been the first one to die,
But I’m the one who paid for it.
I survived but I paid for it.

Aaron Burr is the only person in the musical who still looks at Alexander with the same awe and respect as he had for him in the first Act. And that’s what kills Alexander, that Aaron never stopped believing in him.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I'm just looking for some advice/tips. I'm a new grad who recently got a job on an observation unit. I'm having a huge struggle with EKGs, even throughout nursing school and still now. One of the older nurses when I was giving report "ripped me a new one" because I wasn't able to correctly identify a rhythm and basically made me feel really awful about it. I feel like I should really know this stuff but I just can't wrap my head around it and I just feel stupid for not understanding.

Dear Anon,

First of all, the older nurses shouldn’t be ripping you a new one. So, on their behalf, I’m sorry you experienced that. What they should have done was offer to help teach you. </soapbox>

OK, cardiac rhythms aren’t everyone’s cup of tea. Some people just get them and others take a little more time to pick up on them. I loved cardiac rhythms and was fortunate to be able to obtain my ACLS as part of a year-long residency program while in nursing school. I spent three days learning EKG rhythms. It was tedious, but well worth the investment. I’ll try to pass along some of that knowledge here.

The first thing you have to do is be very familiar with the elements of the normal EKG. If you know the baseline, you’ll be able to better recognized the arrhythmias. Learning heart rhythms takes time and practice. And rather than re-invent the wheel, I recommend a couple of YouTube videos, each about 10 minutes long, and a PowerPoint-style EKG course that is long, but breaks things down in very simple terms.

YouTube Series: Part 1 | Part 2 

Basic EKG Refresher PowerPoint

If you take the time to watch these videos and review the EKG refresher, I think you’ll be much better equipped to interpret rhythms going forward. It won’t happen overnight, but with regular practice, it’ll come.

Hang in there and good luck!

Sincerely,
Mursenary Gary

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anonymous asked:

For a long long time, I thought that I had to be binary. Boy or girl, straight or lesbian, even when I felt like I was in the little or that I wasn't anything. Now I'm starting to change my mind first than my body. I want to grow my hair and I want to dye it blond and I want to wear make up but I'm not a girl. I want mastectomy and pecs and muscles but I'm not a boy or because one day I want to be one. I'm just me and I'm nonbinary and I think it's beautiful. (sorry for my bad english)

I absolutely agree it is completely beautiful and awe-inspiring. Nonbinary people are breath taking, to say the least. You put it so well, you’re just you. You can wear makeup, but not be a girl, you can be super strong but not be a boy. Maybe one day in the future, everyone will understand the beauty of being outside of the binary. Thank you for this beautiful post, anon <3 

anonymous asked:

wanna one minhyun + 21 + reader is also an idol hehehe i'm loving this drabble game of yours and i've been reading all of it silently it's my first time ever sending in on your ask hehe love your works >///<

Aw thank you very much 💞 well, I hope you send more asks in cus I always enjoy getting them and I’m sorry this is so late but at least is up now 😄😄😄

21. “Are you mad at me?” + Hwang Minhyun + idol! reader

You were a pretty chill person if you had to say so. You never got mad at your members even if they ruined your clothes, never yelled at someone for doing something because you would much rather just talk it out with them and get some food afterwards.

Now, even if you were a chill person, you also were human meaning you did get jealous. Not a lot but sometimes, Hwang Minhyun is so perfect you can’t help but feel a little insecure even though your group was there to assure you otherwise.

“But like I just don’t get it. We could have easily done the special stage with them instead of Weki Meki” (no offense to my girls, I love you Lucy) you complained one night after it was announced that Wanna One and Weki MEKI were collaborating. You also were kind of tipsy but that’s beside the point. Your group mates just laughed at you.

“There’s always next year” your leader assured you but you pouted and took another drink of your alcohol. Before you guys could continue with your little bonding time, the doorbell rung and you went to go get the door to prove you could definitely do that without falling. Yeah, the alcohol was getting to you.

“Hel- oh it’s you” you said with a giggle once you opened the door. Speak of the devil, Minhyun was right in front of you.

“What are you doing here?”

“You told me to come over”

“Oh yeah I did”

By this time, your group mates have figured out that Minhyun showed up. Deciding that this would be a good time to leave you two alone because they were such good human beings, they left to go get ice cream. Without you of course.

“Y/n are you mad at me?” Minhyun asked you once they left. You raised an eyebrow. You were pretty sure you showed no signs of being mad.

“No, what makes you say that?” You answered looking suspiciously at him like he was a fortune teller or something. Your boyfriend was magical.

“Because you didn’t hug me like usual and you have a can of beer in your hand” he pointed out. You looked down and realized that he was indeed correct.

“Oh I’m not mad, maybe jealous, but definitely not mad” you said putting down the can and giving Minhyun his hug.

“Better?”

“No you smell like beer”

“…I hate you”

“No you don’t”

“You’re right”

2k Drabble Game is closed

If NEWS member was your best friend...
  • You: Hey do you wanna hang out tomorrow?
  • Shige: Nah, I have to turn in my first draft by the end of the week and I'm behind. Maybe on Sunday.
  • Massu: Why not? Shopping? I needed a new shirt anyways.
  • K-chan: Tomorrow,,, bro. I have every.
  • Tego: Sorry, I have my first futsal tournament of the season^^.
  • You: What you doing?
  • Shige: Preparing my rods for tomorrow! I'm gonna go fishing with Ohno-kun at 6. Going for that tuna, you know?
  • Massu: Just staring at my clothes. Look, I just got this from one of my favorite brands today. Doesn't it look sick?
  • K-chan: Enjoying my rice. Want some?
  • Tego: (focusing)...Oh me?...Monster Hunter.
  • You: I have been thinking about breaking up with my boyfriend... I feel like it's not working out anymore...
  • Shige: Hmmm...
  • K-chan: Aw I'm sorry. I can have a talk with him if you want.
  • Massu: You have a boyfriend!? Since when!??
  • Tego: Break up if you're unhappy. Break up right away, find someone else. Screw him. Do you know how many guys are there in this world? Countless!