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lúna or dáry | 20 y.o | lesbian | sns hyperfixasion

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hiii my name is dáry or lúna. i love sns and this is my account for posting fanfiction on them. I would really like to gain an audience!

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"Where the body ends" second chapter on Ao3 Menma AU

Menma exhaled:

“You’re pathetic.”

“Fuck off!”

Menma pressed lips together and, rising with Sasuke, yanked the piece of jewelry from pocket and hurled it with force straight at forehead. It bounced and rolled across the floor, coming to rest under one of the large cabinets that filled the house. Sasuke squeaked and pressed hand to the spot where a bruise would likely form. Though it wouldn’t be the only one on his face.

“I don’t even understand, do you have a brain or not?! Every time, it feels like you don’t!”

“I said fuck off! I never asked you to grab me!”

“Say thank you I didn’t throw the ring in the trash, ttebayo, idiot!” Menma couldn’t hold back and lunged at Sasuke again, grabbing hair and pulling him back, forcing head to tilt. Rage washed over him. “Why are you doing this?! Why did you promise that guy a blowjob when you didn’t want to?! Are you a masochist or what?!”

"What’s the big deal?! So what if I get fucked, what’s it to you?! You don’t even like me anyway, so why should I hold back?!" Sasuke shouted desperately, voice cutting through the roar of the rain outside.

"Do you even realize you’re being raped, or not?! What kind of shinobi are you, damn it?!"

“Of course they should rape me! What else am I even good for?!"

The voices of both cracked. Sasuke breathed heavily, feeling the lump in throat grow tighter with every second. Loud sobs threatened to spill out, and vision blurred. His whole body shivered from the cold, and slowly he lifted trembling hands to cover face.

“You’re right,” a desperate cry echoed from the hallway.

Menma widened blue eyes, silently watching Sasuke tremble uncontrollably.

“You’re right about everything. It hurts. It hurts so much.” Each word tore out of him in a frenzied scream and tears. “I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I don’t understand anything.”

Menma slowly let go of Sasuke’s hair but didn’t pull away. He stood there, unsure, watching as Sasuke was consumed by a hysterical fit. He saw him struggle convulsively for breath, unable to draw in even a single inhale through the sobs.

A bolt of lightning tore across the sky, and thunder rolled across the entire area.

“This is all I’m capable of. This is all I’m worth. What else is left for me?” Sasuke’s voice climbed higher and broke into ragged sobs. His palms moved helplessly over face, twisted in agony, smearing tears, snot, and blood.

“That’s not true.”

Sasuke half-opened wet eyes and glanced at Menma through a sob. The gaze of blue eyes softened noticeably, and lips parted as if Namikaze was trying to say something. Menma leaned in, placing hands on either side of Sasuke’s face, and for a moment Sasuke bit lower lip.

“That’s not true. No one should treat you like an object. No one should rape you to prove that you matter… That… That’s wrong, Sasuke.” The voice wasn’t overly emotional, but Menma did his best, recalling the times his own mother had comforted him, soothing him with her gentle voice and stroking his hair. Menma wanted nothing more than to run fingers through Sasuke’s hair, offering some small comfort.

Menma shook head slightly. His brows drew together over the bridge of nose.

“You don’t have to act a certain way to be loved. You don’t have to chase someone for months, bending yourself to get noticed.”

Sasuke stayed silent for several seconds.

“You don’t know anything. Who ever needed me before?” He gave a bitter laugh, closing eyes as a few tears slipped from long lashes. “When Itachi left, who loved me then?” Sasuke sniffled. “But now they love me. They want me. I’m desired, I’m needed. Do you understand? And I don’t care how it happens.”

“I loved you.”

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Fifth chapter "In the name of his diagnosis" on Ao3

Sasuke realizes that Naruto is trying to be careful around him, not to press too hard. Well, not “press” in the sense of Naruto himself, but rather — not crowding face and not bombarding him with endless questions. He approaches only from a meter away, and questions stop at five.

But, honestly, Sasuke values even that. He appreciates being given the choice, the right to take the initiative himself, to refuse or, conversely, to take a step closer. What once felt restrictive now doesn’t bind him. Yes, a month ago he had to apologize to Naruto, despite not being eager to work together again. And a week ago, an unpleasant incident triggered a panic attack. Yet… Sasuke sees how Naruto is trying to find the right keys to him.

He would be lying if he said it had been in vain. And though he had sworn not to let Naruto get too close, he just…

“Maybe I should walk you?"

Sasuke lifts gaze, realizing he’s been lost in thought for too long. The laptop clock already reads half past nine.

He tries to hide surprise. His eyebrows don’t twitch, and eyes slowly shift to Uzumaki. Sasuke notices the goosebumps running down arms.

He feels the urge to smirk.

"I'm a grown boy; I can get there on my own." Sasuke's voice sounds as calm and cold as usual. He closes laptop and begins packing things back into backpack, noticing out of the corner of eye how few people remain in the café just before closing.

"Maybe then you'll walk me?"

This time, Sasuke can't hide surprise, and a triumphant smile spreads across tanned face.

He… What?

Sasuke parts lips in surprise. Suddenly, realization hits him like a blow to the head.

"I'm not gay," Sasuke warns curtly, making Naruto flush all the way to the tips of his ears and bristle.

"I'm not flirting with you, teme!" he threatens with a fist.

"As you say," Sasuke looks away disinterestedly and rises from seat, swinging backpack strap over shoulder.

After leaving the café, Naruto broods almost all the way to the metro about how arrogantly self-absorbed Sasuke is. He strides ahead, often leaving Sasuke behind, who has no intention of hurrying or matching someone else’s pace. At one point, Naruto stops and waits for Sasuke to catch up, then resumes grumbling, this time about how unapproachable Uchiha is.

At first, it seems amusing, but over time Sasuke stops quietly smirking and frowns.

"If you don’t like me that much, then why did you offer to walk me?" Sasuke keeps walking, but Naruto, taken aback, stops in tracks.

Sasuke slows pace and turns around, gripping bag strap tightly. They look at each other for a few seconds before Sasuke raises an eyebrow questioningly, and Naruto unexpectedly averts gaze, embarrassed, scratching at cheek.

Cars rush past them one after another, and people move along the wide street, sometimes bringing noise, sometimes carrying it away. It seems Sasuke only now notices that, for the first time in weeks, the sun is finally peeking out over Tokyo, and the sky glows with a breathtaking sunset, as if countless colors are spilling here and there. Sasuke wants to believe that Naruto’s flushed cheeks are only a trick of the fading sunlight.

This is ridiculous. Naruto shouldn’t have trouble talking to people, shouldn’t get flustered by a simple question, shouldn’t shyly avert gaze. Sasuke has never seen him behave like this around others. To be fair, Naruto was often the one whose carefree boldness made the people around him blush and fidget.

"Should I wait for an answer, or can I go home?" Sasuke finally looks away, unable to bear seeing Naruto so silent and flustered. In doing so, he doesn’t notice Naruto stepping closer.

Sasuke flinches when he catches a glimpse of a golden mop of hair out of the corner of eye.

"You can go home anytime you want," Naruto says softly, but Sasuke hears him perfectly, so close they are.

Startled, Sasuke takes a step back and grips backpack strap tighter, staring at Naruto with wide eyes.

Naruto is speaking the truth. Sasuke could leave at any moment, but, strangely, he doesn’t want to.

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DRAWINGS FOR MY FAVES HELLOOOOO i hope you like them but theyre only doodles im sorry 🥀

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It's canon that Naruto is the sun and Sasuke the moon but has anyone thought of Sakura as the Earth? Here's my take on that :3

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"Where the body ends" chapter two!

9,271 words

Sasuke is trying to courtship Menma, but it's not working

Menma triggers Sasuke's breakdown

"I’m giving you my father’s ring," he managed to whisper, though he felt a sharp sting with every movement of vocal cords.

"Stop it!" Menma suddenly snatched the ring from Sasuke’s palm and shoved it roughly into a bag. He didn’t pull back, remaining just as close to Uchiha’s face, and Sasuke noticed the veins on forehead rising with irritation. His eyes widened. He wanted to sink through the asphalt, shrink to the size of an atom, disappear, dissolve into thin air — anything to escape that look full of condemnation. Breathing became difficult.

“I…”

"This is the ring of your murdered father. How do you have the conscience to give something like this to a guy you just want to fuck?! Have you completely lost your mind?!"

Sasuke had never heard Menma raise his voice. No, not like that. Menma screaming in rage. It hit like a blow to the chest, as if all the air had been knocked out of him at once, leaving him unable to take a breath.

He was grateful to the universe that no one was passing by. Sasuke didn’t know if he could have endured such disgrace.

"How can you do something like this?!" Menma didn’t stop. "Don’t you care at all about the things dear to you, about the memory of your parents?! How could it even occur to you to give me something like this just to fuck me?! Are you ready to give away all their jewelry just to sleep with anyone in the village, dattebayo?!" Menma squeezed his eyes shut, but voice remained furious. Sasuke couldn’t breathe. "They loved you and died loving you, how can you act like this?!" Menma suddenly grabbed Sasuke by the shoulders and started shaking him. "How can you behave as if nothing happened to your clan?!" His chest heaved heavily, while Sasuke froze in place. A few seconds passed before Menma spoke again, calmer, yet with unwavering firmness: "No, I know, ttebayo. I know why you act like this. You crave attention, you crave adoration, you want to drown out the raging pain inside you, don’t you? That’s why you drink, that’s why you fuck everyone, and that’s the only reason you’ve been chasing me for months." Menma leaned close to Sasuke’s face and whispered loudly: "You hate being ignored. When no one cares about you. You’re willing to abandon any principles or norms just to be noticed."

"Get off me!" Sasuke shoved Menma away sharply and, staggering, almost falling, took a few steps back. His chest heaved rapidly, trying to make up for the lack of air in lungs. His brows knitted together, and Sasuke wrapped arms around himself.

"What’s the matter? Isn’t this what you wanted?" Menma smirked and ran a hand through loose hair. "Don’t like hearing the truth? That you’re just a damaged child?"

"Shut up! I didn’t fucking ask for your opinion!"

Both of them were out of breath from the shouting.

In the end, Menma gave a faint smirk and stepped back from Sasuke, giving him space and a chance to finally breathe. Uchiha lowered gaze to hands and noticed they were shaking even more than before. Damn Menma.

"This will never make you happy."

Sasuke glared at Namikaze, jaw tightening.

"You don’t know anything about me!"

A silence hung in the air, and the corners of Menma’s lips curved upward.

"Yes, that’s exactly it. No one in the village knows anything about you."

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moment from "In the name of his diagnosis" on ao3!

“I can’t keep up,” Sasuke finally admits.

Naruto turns his gaze back to him.

“I… I don’t have enough time,” Sasuke falters, licking lips and looking at Naruto as if willing him to understand without words. And somehow, Sasuke is certain he already does, just wants to make him squirm. “I can’t… I won’t manage on my own.”

Silence settles between them.

Naruto arches a brow once more.

“And?”

“What?”

“Don’t you have anything else to say to me?”

Sasuke’s jaw goes slack. Why does this whole exchange sound like a quarrel between a couple married twenty years?

“Naruto…” he grits out tensely.

“Well, something like: ‘Sorry, Naruto,’ ‘I was wrong, Naruto,’ ‘I need you, Naruto.’”

“Calm down!” Sasuke restrains the urge to smack him on the head the way Sakura often does.

“Then see you around.” Naruto pointedly turns away and starts toward his friends, but Sasuke lunges forward, seizing shoulder and spinning him back around.

“Wait!” They lock eyes, and every fiber of Sasuke’s being strains to force out even a single phrase that might resemble what Naruto wants to hear. He clears his throat, mouth dry, fingers twitching against the fabric of Naruto’s shirt. “I…” Sasuke hates this. Hates it with every part of himself. He scowls, turning up nose like a child faced with porridge for breakfast. But he has no choice.

“It’s rational,” he tells himself. “You’re in control of the situation.” Sasuke clings to the thought, trying hard to believe it.

Dark eyes lock onto blue ones, taut with strain, and Sasuke’s throat bobs as he opens and closes mouth like a fish.

“I… I…” He squeezes eyes shut. “I’m sorry, alright? I need help.”

“Whose help?”

Sasuke is ready to growl.

“Yours. I need your help.”

“What’s my name?”

Yes, Sasuke is definitely going to hit him.

“I need your help, Naruto.”

At last, a smug smile spreads across the face before him, eyes squeezed shut in satisfaction. Sasuke doesn’t like where this is heading.

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*sighs wistfully* sometime off in blank period…

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i love sasuke’s first reappearance after so long off screen

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moment from my fic "Where the body ends"

“What do you see in him?” Sasuke sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor while Hinata lit a cigarette, languidly exhaling the warm smoke. “What makes him better than me?”

The cold light of the small lamp cast shadows across the tiny room. Pink wallpaper adorned the walls, and a cabinet was filled with children’s toys and dolls. Hinata didn’t often spend time in her room or bring anyone here to worry about the decor. And as for Sasuke’s opinion, it was clear she couldn’t have cared less.

“You two are different in a few ways,” the girl said without a second thought, as if it were obvious even to a child. It irritated him.

Hinata took another drag and tied the sash of her silk robe, covering her ample chest. She glanced at Sasuke’s bare back, where the ridges of his spine stood out.

“Unlike you, Menma actually amounts to something.”

Sasuke frowned. He turned to Hinata, about to argue, but stayed frozen with mouth slightly open. He had nothing to say. Hinata looked at him with a smug smile.

“Do you want to argue with that?”

“I…” Sasuke hesitated and turned gaze toward the corner. A shiver ran through his body.

He clenched the sheet in fingers and exhaled sharply. He had a personality. Sasuke was… fun. He knew how to enjoy himself, that much was certain. And Sasuke… knew how to fuck well.

The words twisted on tongue, yet none of them came to mind. Uchiha squeezed eyes shut, then frowned and looked back at Hinata.

"So you didn’t like it?”

"I did like it. But apart from good sex, you have no talents." Hinata pushed herself up from the bed and, taking one last drag, dropped the cigarette butt into the ashtray. Sliding into fluffy slippers, she crossed to Sasuke and tipped his chin up with her hand. Veins stood out along her cheeks and temples, like a predator pinning back its ears before an attack. "If I find out you're clinging to Menma-kun, I'll bury you beside your parents," she whispered dangerously. Sasuke sprang to feet and looked down at her. Fortunately his height allowed it.

"Your Menma will whine like a puppy in my bed." He narrowed eyes and whispered it with conviction, as if pronouncing something inevitable.

Hinata laughed.

"If you're that stupid, I have nothing to fear. He'll never fall for filth like you."

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"In the name of his diagnosis" chapter five

19,266 words

Student medical AU

From enemies to friends to lovers

Sasuke takes care of sick Itachi

"Why did I remember this?" an unexpected question flashes through mind, making Sasuke sniffle. "Because it was the last time I felt at home," the answer came quickly.

“Because I want to be friends with you.”

Sasuke is pulled from thoughts by a hoarse voice, and with surprise in eyes, he shifts gaze to Naruto, who is fidgeting with the tip of T-shirt while scuffing sneaker.

"What?" Sasuke whispers, already having lost the thread of their conversation.

Naruto looks at him with a faint frown, almost bashful, and in that blue across from him, Sasuke finds an echo of the warmth he once called home. The air is knocked out of lungs as if punched in the stomach, and he swallows hard. He wants to double over and vomit out the anxiety lodged in throat, or claw open chest, reach the place that makes him feel this way, and tear it out.

“I said I offered to walk you home because I want to be friends.”