It's March and that means it's time to read the 1920s 🌟
I was going to read Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf as I have it on my shelf but then as I was looking for something to listen to at work I came across Passing by Nella Larsen.
Set in 1927 and published in 1929, it was read by Tessa Thompson and I think she did a very good job. Found out there is also a movie on Netflix, starring Tessa Thompson again, so that's on my watch list.
If I have time I might go to Mrs Dalloway at some point this month.
Did you read this? What did you think? I’ve had Passing on my TBR for a while now and I was planning to at least watch the movie this month but I didn’t get around to it 🙈
SUMMARY ➠ pornstar!fred warms newbie!reader up before you film for the first time.
WARNINGS ➠ innocence kink, oral sex (m receiving), fingering, daddy kink, nicknames. don’t read if any of these make you uncomfortable or sound unappealing.
WORD COUNT ➠ 1.3k
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the sound of a fist lightly pounding on the wood of your door hit your ears.
“come in!” you acknowledged, throwing one last— anxious— look at yourself in the mirror.
“hi there, gorgeous” crooned fred, his already bare chest making the apple of your cheeks go slightly hot.
you gave him a tight lipped smile, “hi fred”.
he chuckled. “you nervous?”.
you watched him seat on the sofa that was pushed against the wall of your dressing room.
“a bit” you shrugged, releasing a breath that was cut short just seconds later when fred stood up abruptly, coming to a halt when he had you trapped between the vanity and him.
he lowered his head so he was in line with your vision. “well don’t be, i won’t bite— unless you ask me to”
fred pulled away from your flushed state with a chuckle, leaning back against the wall as he watched you play with the hem if your see-through skirt.
“i just— i’ve never done this before. or at least not with anyone else in the room and— and there’s gonna be at least ten more people there i just-“
“hey, hey, hey. relax, darling” soothed fred, cutting of your rant by planting both large palms on your upper arms. “we can always tell them to give you a break, you know that”
you felt easiness bleed through your veins, those simple words somehow calming you more.
“you’re right, i’m just kinda freaked out at the whole situation i think”
the redhead hummed. “well, i have this one method that always helps with pre-shooting anxiety, you know?” his tone dropped to an octave.
your head cocked to the side “oh. what’s it about?”
blood rushed to fred’s groin.
“i call it” he paused, twirling a strand of your soft hair in his finger. “a warm-up, it’s very easy, we just gotta— practice what we’re gonna do. so it’s easier for when we film”
you swallowed the lump in your throat at the sudden proximity you shared with the tall male. your voice was quiet, just above a whisper, when you spoke “can we do it?”
the glint in fred’s eyes set the tip of your nerves on fire, the incredibly small panties you wore dampened by the second as you felt his hard cock poking your stomach, the thin fabric of his tousers doing nothing to cover up the tent in them.
“well why don’t you get down on your knees for daddy, hm?” he spoke, seduction lacing his voice.
the nickname he used for himself only made your clit pulse harsher, a wave of slick gushing out of you.
you nodded curtly, heaving “yes daddy” as you sunk down, makeup covered eyes not leaving his. your fingers curled at the hem of your mini skirt as fred took out his girth, weeping tip right in line with your salivating mouth.
“you gonna take me nice and deep in your little throat, won’t you, angel?” he taunted, smearing the pre-cum over your plump lips.
“mhm, want you in my— hmph!” you were cut off by his thick cock pushing down your throat almost forcefully.
he hummed in pleasure, “that’s a good slut, fuck such a tiny little throat, i’m gonna leave you all fucking ruined, my love”
you looked at him through thick layers of tears, the mascare streaming down your hollowed cheeks like waterfall twins.
his hips snapped into your mouth at a relentless pace, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as his balls slapped against your chin, your nose nuzzling slightly into the truffle of hair that covered his pubic bone.
“fuck, you suck my cock like a goddamn whore, baby? thought you didn’t know what you were doing, or are you lying to daddy, pet?” he snarled, chest heaving up and down as your throat contracted around his cock, as if you were suppressing a gag (which you probably were).
your clit throbbed with neediness, your juices flowing out like an open faucet as the man continued to groan your name.
you felt his cock twitching, meaning he was close to toppling over the edge and falling into a fluffy cloud of gluttony.
hot spurts of cum sprayed your mouth, and since his tip was kissing the back of your gullet, you had no option but to swallow the bittersweet substance, not that you minded anyways.
he carefully pulled out of your mouth, smearing the last weak streams over your cheek.
your chest went up and down heavily as you recovered all the lost air from before, big doe eyes still in a trance with fred’s.
“get up, gorgeous, gonna give my good girl a reward” he winked, bringing a hand forward to help you up, which you gladly took, wanting nothing more than to take care of the agonizing desire that emitted from between your legs.
“daddy, please. hurts!” you whined, your hips bucking into his.
one hard glance from fred was all it took for you to stop your antics, bottom lip being gnawed at by your top teeth as he hoisted you up on the vanity.
“if you continue to act all greedy you’re not getting anything, poppet, you understand?”
“yes”
“yes what?” his right hand grabbed at your face harshly, making your lips pucker up.
“yes daddy” you whimpered, trying your best to not let your thighs clench.
the corner of his lips went up, “hm, good slut” he whispered, mouth right next to your ear as he looked down at you.
“now spread those fucking legs”.
your legs separated almost immediately, as if he controlled them.
the pads of his fingers traveled in circular motions up your— quivering— thigh, his pinky sometimes brushing against the drowned panties you were wearing.
“can feel how needy you are, baby, already throbbing and i haven’t even touched you, what a little whore” he chuckled, not giving you time to response as he ripped the material that covered your sopping heat with one quick move of his hand.
“please” you begged. “please touch me, daddy— need it so bad”
he feigned remorse, his bottom lip jutting out in a fake pout as he tutted “you want me to touch you, pretty girl? alright then, only because you asked so nicely” he agreed.
his digits were knuckles deep inside you faster than you could blink. your arousal dripping down the cool material beneath you while he scissored his fingers inside you, feeling the smooth walls flutter around them.
“so fucking tight, can only imagine the way you’ll squeeze my cock, sweetheart” he grunted, hazel optics trained on yours as he sloppily thrusted his hand into your cunt.
“that feels so good, daddy, don’t stop please” you mewled, clawing at his forearm as he caressed your g-spot with the tip of his fingers.
“my god, you’re so wet, can’t wait for the whole fucking world to see you fall apart beneath me like a common slut off the streets would” he sighed, thumb coming to circle at your bud.
moan after moan was pulled from you, your muscles tensing as the coil in your lower abdomen intensified.
“daddy” you blabbered, catching fred’s attention. “what is it, sweets?”
“wanna cum!” you whined, the way he thumbed at your mound making your thighs shudder.
“yeah? you wanna make a mess on my hand?” he teased, speeding the pace of his fingers.
you gave him rapid nods in response, too busy bathing in the pleasure he provided when suddenly it was pulled from you, coaxing a loud cry from the depths of your fucked throat.
“no! please, daddy!” you sobbed, tears strolling down your face.
what a greedy brat, thought fred. one denied orgasm and it’s like you killed her entire family.
“don’t like a little crybaby with me, princess” he pointed his— drenched— finger at you.
“b—but-“
fred shook his head “no buts, im making your first orgasm with me on camera, so i can watch it over and over again with my hand wrapped around my cock, dreaming its your little cunt that i’m about to fuck for everyone to see”
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hi! i'd like to ask a one shot on fred weasley in which y/n is a slytherin who's best friends with draco and is in the same year as the golden trio. she's the typical pureblood, stubborn and proud slytherin, but also kinda shy. her and fred hate each other and are always bickering and even tough they don't realise it they actually have a lot of sexual tension going on since they're unconsciously attracted to each other. the rest is up to you.
thankss
frenemies | fred weasley
pairing: fred x syltherin!reader
word count: 2,4k
summary: where fred loves nothing more than to tease y/n
a/n: i hope you like this, i still feel a bit insecure about writing for other hp characters >.<
warnings: angst, cursing, mentions of injuries
universe: harry potter
“Mr, Weasley! Now, would you please leave Ms. Y/L/N alone and stop flirting with her”, Professor McGonagall’s loud and stern voice suddenly says behind you, and her words immediately make your cheeks flush a bright red color, while anger builds up inside of you because Fred Weasley once again managed to embarrass you in front of the whole class. Because now, of course, everyone is looking directly at you, and you would like to slide down your chair as low as possible in order to helplessly disappear under the table and escape your classmates’ curious looks. Fred, on the other hand, seems little bothered by the comment about his very inappropriate behavior – it never bothers him – and he only straightens up with that disgusting smug grin after bending down toward you and your table, one elbow on the tabletop.
Literally everyone can see that you are extremely embarrassed and feel very uncomfortable about this situation, but Fred seems to be even more amused now than when he teased you about your supposedly wrong homework only minutes before. When McGonagall finally approaches, he gives you a wink before turning to her.
“You know, professor.. I just can’t resist Y/N. She is so adorable”, Fred enthuses like a little boy in love, but the sarcasm is clearly evident in his voice. You hate being called adorable, and he knows it. That is why he even says it in the first place. To annoy you. As always.
“I am really happy for you, Mr. Weasley. But let us not ignore the fact that your flirting disturbs everyone else while studying”, Professor McGonagall rebukes him and since he knows that he can only lose this conversation, he finally gives in and goes back to his seat to high-five his twin brother. As is they had another success. Rolling your eyes, you turn back to your parchment, but your heartbeat is still beating hard against your chest.
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The wind strongly blows through your hair, blocking your view for a brief moment as it flies in front of your eyes. The spring-like weather takes some getting used to and you would actually much rather sit in your warm common room by the fireplace, with a cup of tea, a fluffy blanket and maybe a good book. But since you are a good best friend – the best of all, to be honest – you could not say no when Draco asked if you would like to watch his Quidditch practice today. You love watching him, you really do, but you prefer watching him when it is warm outside, and you are not stuck in the thick layers of clothing.
Unfortunately for you, the Gryffindor team decided to do their weekly training session today as well, which means you have to look around for possibly incoming danger every two seconds. Fred Weasley could be lurking around every corner.
Concentrating on your best friend as best you can, you find your gaze switching towards the red-colored team across the field, your view particularly getting caught on a red-haired boy who catches and returns your gaze at that precise moment. Your pulse immediately increases, out of embarrassment at being caught and also because he gives you his brightest smile, accompanied by a wave of his hand.
Shaking your head, you turn your eyes back to your house team, which is racing across the field at this moment, chasing and dodging the balls. It never ceases to amaze you how good you team has become in recent years. Of course you believed in them from the very start, you are a Slytherin after all, yet every year you become even more enthusiastic about the sport. You would never fly that fast with your broom, even if you do not like to admit it. Your grades are perfect in every subject, but there is a lot of room for improvement in Broom Flight Class.
“Hey Y/N!”
Violently jumping from shock, you look directly into the eyes of Fred Weasley, who is now hovering in front of the grandstand with his broomstick, only a few centimeters away from you. Again, there is that smirk on his lips when he looks at you. Sometimes you think he is making fun of you, but sometimes, very occasionally, you fancy you see something else, something more, in it.
“Fred Weasley, when are you going to learn that it is rude to startle people like that?”, you roll your eyes in annoyance, crossing your arms over your chest while holding his gaze. Although you cannot exactly explain how you manage to hold his piercing gaze right now.
“Your team has just challenged us to a training game. If I were you, I would rather switch houses quickly”, Fred recommends, a victorious expression on his face.
“If I were you, I would rather be careful not to accidentally get hit by a bludger”, you counter, raising an eyebrow, letting your mind wander for a second to how good he actually looks in his Quidditch uniform.
“You do not have to worry about me, my love. I am already grown up”, Fred winks at you, then pats himself on the shoulder before twisting his head in different directions to crack his joints. As if he were preparing for a bitter fight.
“Well then you should win the game with ease”, you reply, you ambition gaining the upper hand. Slytherin needs to win this practice match just so you can tease Fred about it. “Good luck, Weasley. You will need it.”
In fact, team Slytherin is more likely to be the team that needs that luck right now. They are already far behind, and Draco and Harry are in a fast race, chasing the golden snitch. Just when you think Draco is going to get hold of it, there is a scream that makes you look around.
However, all you can see is a large brown ball directly coming your way at breakneck speed and you have no choice but to protect yourself with your arms crossed over your head. You wait for the painful blow, but it does not come. Instead, there is loud cheering.
Puzzled and a little scared, you look up to see Fred flying right in front of you, apparently batting the bludger away from you with his bat in order to save you from getting hit.
“Are you alright?”, Fred asks you, suddenly not at all interested in winning when Slytherin scores a goal due to his momentary absence on the field, concern in his voice. Not quite knowing what is happening, you just nod slightly, the shock still coursing through your body. Fred seems to interpret your cold answer in such a way that he should not have asked, which is why his facial expression immediately petrifies.
“This is how a good training should go! The bludger would never have hit you anyway. After all, the best Quidditch player in the world is flying right in front of you”, Fred finally tried to cover up his sudden insecurity with jokes and only now do you realize that your sparse answer must have seemed wrong to him. And even if he is annoying you again with these kinds of statements, he just saved you from getting brutally hit.
“Thank you”, you say a little louder, a small smile on your lips, which is why he widens his eyes for a moment. Whenever you talk to him, you rarely show him your genuine and beautiful smile. In fact, you try to never show any emotion when he is around. Which is good, because otherwise Fred would not have been able to hold himself back months ago.
“O-Of course”, Fred stutters out, which seems to shock you both a bit. Fred Weasley suddenly feeling insecure? Maybe you were indeed hit by a bludger.
“Fred! When you are finally done flirting with your girlfriend, how about you give us a helping hand here?”, Oliver Wood, the team captain of Gryffindor, suddenly yells loudly across the pitch, obviously annoyed that he has to play with one player less.
“She is not- Oh. Nevermind, doesn’t matter”, Fred wants to explain, but quickly interrupts himself for the best. Already about to set off on his way back, he turns to you one last time, the typical grin on his lips. “See you later!”
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„You were absolutely amazing out there, Draco!”, you cheer as you wait for your best friend by the changing rooms before he finally appears, jumping into your arms as soon as he sees you. Slytherin only won because Draco managed to catch the snitch after all.
“I know, we are all in great shape. We will win the game at the weekend with ease”, Draco smiles happily, but also exhausted from the strenuous training session.
“Thh, yes, of course. Because you are playing unfair, not because you are good”, Fred suddenly joins your conversation, who just came to the changing rooms as well, now standing right in front to you with a look of disappointment on his face. Draco takes a step forward towards him, hiding you a little behind him, going into full attack mode within seconds.
“Oh yes? Do you want to say that again, Weasley?”
“Draco, let it go”, you try to hold your best friend back by trying to pull him back on his shoulder, but without success.
“Slytherin is playing unfair. Or how are you going to explain to me that Potter has a broken arm, Wood almost suffered a concussion, and I am bruised all over my body?”, Fred spits out, clearly and visibly angry at how the game went for his team. You have never seen him like this before, so down, and angry and hurt.
You can already feel how Draco is more than ready to attack, but Fred decides to be the wiser one this time and gives in, simply turning away with a shake of his head and disappearing into the changing room.
“What an idiot”, Draco murmurs angrily, but lets it rest for now. However, you feel the desperate urge to follow Fred, especially after seeing the numerous bruises on his arms. Carefully, you sneak away from Draco as he is busy talking to his team captain and step into the cabin where Fred disappeared into before, now sitting on one of the benches with his head hanging low.
“Fred? Are you alright?”, you ask hesitantly, your voice barely louder than the wind outside, which has died down in the meantime. When he hears your voice, he immediately raises his head in shock, but lowers it again right away as if he does not want to talk to you.
“Yeah, everything’s fine. Was just a stupid game.”
“That is not why I asked. I ask if you are okay. The bruises-”
“Not that bad. They will be gone again soon enough.”
“O-Oh. Good. Then- Uhm, well- I think you played very well today”, you stutter our and inwardly slap yourself across the face because you seem to have forgotten how to speak like a normal person all of a sudden. A brief silence spreads between you at your words, until he lifts his head, looks straight at you, and then smiles without saying a word. This small gesture immediately triggers sheer chaos in you, and you do not even know what your words just triggered inside of him.
“Thank you, Y/N. That means a lot to me”, Fred finally answers you, visibly in a better mood now than he was a few minutes ago. “You know how to cheer someone up.”
“Well, I am doing my best”, you giggle sheepishly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear while looking anywhere but him.
“I know.”
“So- I, uhm-”, you clear your throat, having absolutely no idea what else to say. With your thumb you point toward the door over your shoulder as you already take a step back. “I will go and leave you alone-”
“Whoa, folks. You guys are so incredibly awkward, I can hardly stand it”, George’s voice suddenly sounds behind you after you had to interrupt yourself when you accidentally bumped into him while going backwards as he came in at exactly that moment. You do not know how much he overheard, but definitely the last words, if not more.
“Could you guys finally, I dunno, make out or something so I do not have to watch this tragedy any longer?”, George suggests bluntly, but his statement makes you even more nervous now. How can he just say something like that out loud?
“George!”, Fred and you say at the same time, both deeply outraged by his twin brother’s silly suggestion. Even though you have to admit the idea does not sound as wrong in your head as you initially thought. With his hands up in fake surrender, George quickly backs out of the danger zone, disappearing out of the door as fast as he entered.
“I really have to leave now-”
“Were you seriously worried about me?”, Fred interrupts you sternly, his expression unreadable as he looks at you wide-eyed after he has stood up and his face is now hovering so much higher above you. You want to give him a teasing answer, some kind of scathing comment, but because he asked the question so genuinely, all you can think of is the truth.
“I always worry about you”, you reply shyly, but this time you do not avert your gaze. You look deep into his eyes, and you realize once again how beautiful they actually are. However, you did not expect that he would suddenly pull you into a tight hug, making you feel more secure and protected than you felt in a very long time.
“I knew it”, he finally murmurs after resting his face on your shoulder. You can almost feel his cheeky smile, so you reluctantly push him away, his body vibrating with laughter. Outraged, you start to counterattack, but he quickly puts his hand on your mouth to prevent you from cursing at him.
“You are incredibly cute when you look at me like this”, Fred smiley, leaving you completely and utterly speechless. Who would have thought that Fred Weasley, the boy who loves nothing more than to annoy you all the time, always eliciting a snide comment form you, would one day leave you speechless. And he intensifies this even more when he suddenly puts his lips on yours in a passionate kiss.
babe. if i had a penny for every time me and a partner have NOT cum at the same time. or i didn't cum at all. i would be able to by myself a 3 bedroom apartment.
You can feel them cum inside you
okay so i am guilty of writing this but i do it because it's hot. anyways you can't feel them cum inside you. you can feel them twitching inside you. but not come. the only time you can feel it is when they pull out and it runs out.
When they pull out the cum runs down your leg
this really all depends on how much cum go into you. not gonna lie this has happened to me before. but it is sometimes rare for this to happen. usually it just drips out if that makes sense.
Your first time hurts
it all depends on the person. for some people it hurts and for some it doesn't. again it all depends on the person. foreplay it key for your first time. it gets you turned on and gives you something to focus on while the pain happens.
You get pregnant the day after you have sex
have i gotten pregnant before. yes. did it happen the day after. no. i took a test about a week after. it came back negative. I took another one about 2-3 weeks after. it came back positive.
|this is not meant to come at anyone. This is just my own opinion so hold your horses with those hate comments 😂|
1. "Their tongues battled for dominance."
2. Scary synonyms for penis. (Member, stick, front tail, bar, pipe, man stick, pencil, pen, sacred rod)
3. The y/n personality always being the emo or E-girl\boy\other stereotype. They tend to make the y/n personality all cold. There isn't enough diversity anymore.
4. Smashing RIGHT after they confess. Or the day. I mean hey do what makes you comfortable, but for every smut its always like this 😳
5. "She moaned 'no' but he kept going, loving her reactions." RAPE. Okay maybe that's too much. But she said no. So unless she's into the consentual- non consentual sex and you've made that known, this is wrong.
6. This one is specifically about Eren Yeager from Attack On Titan. All the fanfics I see about him make him look all abusive and cold. Now you can make whatever you want, but damnnnn "he cuts her legs, watching the blood spill out." Seems a little harsh. That wasn't from an actual fanfic (I hope 😨)
7. Whenever y/n's touching themselves, the character gets all mad and is like "why are you touching yourself" and "how dare you pleasure yourself with YOUR hands?!" And then all of a sudden its punishment time 😫
8. Characters written completely out of character. Again, I see this a lot with Eren Yeager. Now omg again do as you please, but ugh this gets on my nerves like hell. I don't even recognize the character anymore when they do this. Plus, I have a friend who likes characters based on fanfictions they read. WHAT. that's not even the real character! And and and people mess up the personality so much it ruins it. (Quick advertisements cuz ya know. I obsess over the characters personality inside and out to fully understand them.)
9. Inability to get pregnant. YES I'M SERIOUS. Many smuts NEVER say anything about protection! They just magically don't have a baby. BRUH. there's nothing wrong with saying "he grabbed a condom" or "slid on a rubber" or "I'll on the pill". Hey you can even make it sexy. "He held the condom between his teeth, saliva dripping down his mouth." Too much?
10. WARNING VERY EXPLICIT For this one, I don't know how to explain it so I'm going to make a short story. "My name's y/n Ackerman. I'm Levi's secret sister. But here's the catch, I'm in love with him. We sneak out everyday to fuck and he cums all inside me and it squirts out. I want told have a baby with my brother and if anyone judges I'll cut their hands off. I opened the door to my room and saw Levi jacking off. He came in his hands and licked off the white creamy whip cream sour cake liquids. I gasped so loud I accidentally burped from last night's blowjob creampie. He pulled be against the wall and banged me into it until my insides fell out. I love my brother Levi so much. I hope we have kids every year. The end. Hey guys thanks for reading omg this is terrible uwu I'm nit liek this in real life owo I'm actually like super quirky and I'm bi but I hate girls and omg I'm not 9 years old." GUYS I'm so sorry but this is the only way for me to explain it. I've actually come across fanfics like this and I'm truly scared.
10. Smoking being a personality now 😳
11. Never smiling, only smirking 😏
12. "My face flushed as I blushed and tinted crimson and became the colour of a tomato because blood rushed to my face." STOP THIS.
REMEMBER! this is only myyyyyy fears and things that creep ME out. So again, hold back from those hate comments 😂
[If you guys have anything to add on, ask in the ask box, and put "scary things in fanfiction" so I know what you're talking about]
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Hi there, I’m Callie! I’m in my early-mid 20s, a member of the AAPI community and a simp for Jake (S1), Bobby/Lucas/Kassam (S2), Camilo (S3) and Bruno (S4/Bombshell).
You probably know me as the person behind most of the Dylan slander memes from S4/Bombshell and the thirst tweets edit from the male islanders from S4/Bombshell 😉
I love torturing LIs in my fics, and I’m trying my best to not do that anymore, but whether or not I’ll succeed is a whole different story (Update: I lied. I just gave Bruno hell again 🤣)
Okay, okay, bear with me but… I think Kishimoto might’ve actually shipped Kakashi/Sakura. *hides*
Sounds crazy, right? I mean it’s definitely not something that could ever get published without editors all over the world having aneurisms but… Kakashi literally has more lovey dovey moments with Sakura – KAKASHI! (you know emotionally-stunted, used to be her teacher? That guy?) – than Sasuke ever did. What the hell, Kishi? And if you don’t believe me… well. The evidence is just–
I think these pictures are kind of self explanatory. However, someone COULD say that it’s just in the anime right? Wrong.
There’s plenty of examples of this in the manga, you know the actual source material, as well. Like…
that pose with her hand on his chest… ummm hello? i dont think thats routine behaviour between students/teachers ? Especially someone as non-physically affectionate as Kakashi? or am i the only one here who thinks this is… something?
them just kinda ALWAYS somehow finding themselves standing next to each other. all the time. Every second panel. (I could add more pictures but tumblr only lets me up to 10 per post)
again there’s the exact same pose but in a different panel. kishi drew it TWICE! he mustve really liked it huh
him holding onto her despite her added weight whilst literally dangling off a piece of paper over a volcano
ummm... in the actual anime he was literally stroking her face with his thumb. i mean if that aint a love soap opera move i dont know what is
More lovey dovey manga scenes. Seriously, am I the only one noticing how relaxed – dare I say, almost at home – they seem with each other? Like they draw energy just out of being next to each other, like they share in their exhaustion, taking comfort in the other, etc? Given, it could just be a very close friendship but it feels like more after seeing those other panels, y’know?
Kakashi literally standing straight to attention at the sight of sakura having a moment w Naruto. Or am I just imagining how tense he seems in this one? I mean normally he’s drawn slouching? And that bead of sweat running down his cheek? That downturn to his brow? Why add it, kishi?
Finally I present to you: Sasuke being a cold ass– er, cool avenger… and (surprise!) rejecting Sakura to… wander aimlessly around – surely this must be the pinnacle of unconditional love – but who’s the one standing next to her like: “yo? Still here? As in, actually here”?? Literally what did you mean by this kishi??? Was it a sign??? A message??
I’m beginning to think he made the lack of love between Sasuke and Sakura obvious on purpose. I mean nobody can be this oblivious, right? It’s almost like Kishi didn’t want Sakura to end up with Sasuke but someone was forcing his hand so he went with it, but kicking and screaming…
Seriously. You could even say that Sakura had moments with Sai. Sai. Like literally her helping him get over his Root conditioning (which is a big deal) and putting up with his attitude to see what lay beneath. Sai literally quit Root because of her and Naruto (though Naruto was a lot more antagonistic, if I’m remembering right, so sakura definitely played a big role there) and clearly cares a lot about Sakura (and there’s a panel where he asks Naruto whether he’s in love with her, so he obviously cares about that too). Their bond could be seen as sister-brother I suppose, I think kishi settled on that as sai faded into the background after being introduced, but still. Initially, sai calling her “ugly” is I think canon for him meaning the opposite. So yeah. Kishi definitely at least considered having sai be a love rival to Sasuke of some sort. I feel like kishi’s the type who likes to keep a lot of possibilities open to him (ie. for example flirting with Itachi being good or evil since the very beginning, probably unsure of which one he was going to pick, etc) but anyway. I’m getting sidetracked!
The point is sakura was supposed to end up with Naruto initially, I think. They had so many moments together and honestly, from a literary standpoint it’s what makes sense. The hero winning the affections of the princess who initially didn’t spare him a second glance, the heroine moving on from the toxic love she was embroiled in, etc. Like literally kishi based Sakura off on his wife and naruto on himself. But alright. The fans wanted Hinata to be with Naruto, so Kishi might’ve caved under the pressure… but he definitely couldn’t have wanted sakura to end up with Sasuke. I mean just look at what he did to them:
Every Sasuke/Sakura moment basically boil down to:
“Hn.”
*tries to kill her*
*tries to kill her again*
*abandons her with a baby*
Ummm… HELLO?! I’m seriously starting to believe Kishimoto (or at the very least a lot of someones at the animation studio) would rather ahip Sakura with Kakashi than Sasuke. And Kishimoto too, damn it! And then his evil editor decided that Sasusaku had to be the final pairing because popularity polls made Hinata into the better candidate for Naruto and because “otherwise she’d seem disloyal if she changed her mind after so long”. It’s called character development, doofus!
Seriously, to anyone who has watched Bakuman (meta manga by the creators of death note about writing manga), you know what the mangaka industry is like. I’m 100% certain that Naruto’s crappy ending had a lot more to do with shitty editors and popularity polls with a demographic of 14 yr. old teenage boys as the only participants rather than Kishimoto actually deciding a damn thing. In fact, it’s known that he wanted to end the manga at the pain arc and yet he was forced to continue it, so that proves that he wasn’t given a lot of choices in regard to what to do with his work.
And that’s why, as he drowned in his feelings of powerlessness, he pulled one last act of rebellion against his editors and snuck Kakashi/Sakura Easter eggs into the manga and conspired with the animators to help him. Maybe he even secretly writes fanfics and nobody knows. (I watch too many dramas I know)
...okay...now i understand that we only get farther with our li if we buy stories, clothes etc...i don't have a problem with that bc it isn't very expensive and i think the stories are worth it...
Every writer inevitably gets to that scene that just doesn't want to work. It doesn't flow, no matter how hard you try. Well, here are some things to try to get out of that rut:
1. Change the weather
I know this doesn't sound like it'll make much of a difference, but trust me when I say it does.
Every single time I've tried this, it worked and the scene flowed magically.
2. Change the POV
If your book has multiple POV characters, it might be a good idea to switch the scene to another character's perspective.
9/10 times, this will make the scene flow better.
3. Start the scene earlier/later
Oftentimes, a scene just doesn't work because you're not starting in the right place.
Perhaps you're starting too late and giving too little context. Perhaps some description or character introspection is needed before you dive in.
Alternatively, you may be taking too long to get to the actual point of the scene. Would it help to dive straight into the action without much ado?
4. Write only the dialogue
If your scene involves dialogue, it can help immensely to write only the spoken words the first time round.
It's even better if you highlight different characters' speech in different colors.
Then, later on, you can go back and fill in the dialogue tags, description etc.
5. Fuck it and use a placeholder
If nothing works, it's time to move on.
Rather than perpetually getting stuck on that one scene, use a placeholder. Something like: [they escape somehow] or [big emotional talk].
And then continue with the draft.
This'll help you keep momentum and, maybe, make the scene easier to write later on once you have a better grasp on the plot and characters.
Trust me, I do this all the time.
It can take some practice to get past your Type A brain screaming at you, but it's worth it.
So, those are some things to try when a scene is being difficult. I hope that these tips help :)
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Finally getting what feels like their happily ever after, it’s time for Noah and Inès to settle back into real life. All while also looking back at the events that happened in the villa, reliving the events as they happen on screen – both good and bad – while also moving on, together.
it's taken me so long, but I've finally started updating my first ever fic and dear trash baby: the triumph of time. It's still not a piece of art, but I'm definitely happier with the writing now. For everyone unfamiliar, it's a Noah x MC fic that covers both the their post-villa and villa life in alternating chapters, and was originally written in early 2020🤍
