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char-lotteral · 3 years

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I would've liked if the last was structured different. The story stays the same but it's different. Here me out :

the movie could've opened up with Naruto randomly thinking about his life because he's not the kid people used to hate. Then he remembers the comrades he made along the way. You can still have him acknowledge his crush on Sakura and have him question the crush. Then have him remembering people who supported him first like jiraya etc. Then BOOM have him remember his conversations with Hinata. Not the Haha funny moments but the one that have meaning. Like when he told neji he was going to make him pay. Have him question his moments with Hinata. Have him wondering if there are maybe possibly other reasons why she was always there 4 him. The story plays the same way of course. Toneri kidnaps hanabi bla bla bla. They go on a mission bla bla bla. They save the world bla bla bla.

I think if it begun that way, it would've been more natural with Naruto's perspective. Like we could still Hinata's perspective too but it would be better. I seriously thought that's how they would tell The Last. I mean it's so obvious and easy 👀.

me too!! What I would have preferred is if they began the show with moments after the war or scenes when they were 17-18 yrs old. Scenes from the blank period, how most fans would name it. I mean, it was canonically mentioned that they did in fact grow closer after the war so why not show those scenes where Naruto ever so slowly grows more fond of Hinata? Imo, the game protrayed those blank period scenes really well. They were cute as heck so i recommend watching them

I understand what the movie was going for, I really do. I get that Naruto didnt fall in love with Hinata, he realized he was in love. But the way they executed it made it seem like he only fell for her because "oh wow! she likes me?! dang i think i kinda like her too"

NO BUT LIKE IMAGINE THIS IN THE MOVIE.

Instead of the flashbacks about their childhood, the movie starts off with a scene immediately after the war where Nart lost his arm after the fight and Hinata comes running to him and Naruto is so relieved to see she's alright because he was worried as heck for her when he heard her call in the midst of the Tsukuyomi attack

Fast forward, maybe a short clip of Hinata taking care of Nart when he was armless. Then montages of them gradually hanging out together, Sakura teasing him, Kakashi forcing them to go on missions together, them having ramen dates but theyre not really dates. They couldve fit all of that in 20 minutes or so, like??? gAAhhHH

I also had this scene in mind where they went out on a mission together but there was a snow storm and they got trapped in an abandoned cave. They bond more, Naruto eats her bentos and he's all like. "Your bentos taste so good! Who taught you how to cook?" and she replies sadly "My mother" she then traces back to her memories of her mom, how she taught her to cook, how she'd prepare snacks and bentos for her and Hanabi, because for some fucking reason she wasnt mentioned in the series and Nart is like "Yknow, Ive actually met my mom once, but I wouldnt know what a mom would do with her kids." And they confide in each other about the loss of their mothers, he gushes about how he wished he had his mom's hair color, and THATS where Hinata gets the idea of knitting him a red scarf, the same color as his mother's hair. Genius? I know.

Its just, they have sooo much in common, theyre actually a lot similar if you think about it, which makes their dynamic all the more heartwarming! Hinata would know the giref of not having a mother growing up, the feeling of being ostricized by the people around you, the lonely childhood they had to go through. Theyre both the kindest and most empathetic people on the show!! I mean, theyre complete opposites but they are so much alike. You get me??

Maybe Hinata wouldnt understand the full extent of his pain BUT she would definitely understand the feeling of being shunned and ignored by the people around her. She would know what being inivisible would feel like and I'd like to think they talk about that with each other in their down time :,))

ANW BACK TO THE STORY HAHAHAHAH

The storm is gone and then Nart is like "Hey, after this, wanna visit Neji together?" then she smiles and nods and next scene~

If they started off with that, it wouldve established to the audience that they indeed grew closer after the war and it would also explain Hinata's more comfortable atmosphere around Nart. Maybe then it wouldnt seem all too out of the blue

I also wished they talked about Naruto's crush with Sakura and how he moved on. I think I kinda get what she meant by "You only liked me because of your rivalry with Sasuke right?" The way I see it, Naruto always vied for attention as a kid, he has this sort of hero complex, always on top, always the one to get the prettiest girl. To which the prettiest girl in class was Sak. Which explains the whole rivalry thing.

I actually have some thoughts about his feelings for Sak and how it was completely different with his love for Hinata but its kinda long so hehe, if youre interested, my asks are open ;D

Then the whole Hyuga/Otsutsuki drama starts. Hanabi gets kidnapped blabla Shikamaru team blabla AND NOW THE GENJUTSU WAHH

OKAY IMAGINE THIS. HINATA'S CONFESSION SCENE RIGHT? BUT WHAT IF THEY DID THIS WHOLE TRANSITION THING WITH MINAKUSHI'S SACRIFICE. THEYD DO KUSHINA/HINATA PARALLELS

Theyd replay the scene where Kushina jumps in front of Naruto just when he was about to be killed by Kurama and match it with Hinata jumping in front of Pain. Then Kushina's words "Find someone just like me" would be repeated over and over again

Hinata's I love you and put it side by side with Kushina's I love you

The red scarf with Kushina's scarf.

Their infinite love for Nart. AaAAAAAAAA THE POSSIBILITIES!!!!!!!

THAT WOULDVE BEEN SO CUTE AND COOL.

And by the end of the genjutsu scene, Kushina would hug him for the last time and ask him with loving eyes,

"Have you found her yet? Becuase I think you might already have."

AND SCENE

WAHHHHHH T^T

Aand then everything after that stays the same ig. Except for that cage scene. I freaking hated that.

BuT BESIDES THAT. THEY HAD ALLLLLL THE OPPORTUNITY TO PLAY AROUND A LITTLE AND USE THE BLANK TWO YEARS BUT NOOOOO LEAVE IT TO THE FANS IMAGINATION. AGAIN!!!$*@($&

dont get me wrong i LOVE the movie but I have all the right to critique it and give it my two cents while also being a very big slut for Narhina :DDDD

#i think that ends it #naruhina #i frikin love them #anon

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deacymercury · 5 years

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Maybe Someday (Ben Hardy/Roger Taylor x Reader Part 4)

A/N: Hey there! Sorry for the long overdue. I really had a lot of school stuff to do and it drained me :< so I’m sorry because I kept you guys waiting. Anw, here’s the last part of Maybe Someday. As for the taglist, it is still open. And if I miss tagging you here, just message me. I’m sorry uff. Thank you for all the love and support darlings! I appreciated it a lot! Sorry if this sucks, but I hope you still enjoy reading it! x

You were actually confused with what Freddie told you. Jealous eh? You scoffed at the thought. That’s impossible. He’s in love with Dominique how the hell is that even possible, right? Plus he rejected for how many times. That’s impossible. You shook your head to forget about it but then Roger’s frustrated image crossed your mind again as you close your door. It’s just been a year yet it almost feels like a decade. You missed him. So much. That it actually hurts. Your heart is beating erratically with the thought.

“Remember what he told you last time Y/N. He’s not for you.” You reminded yourself as you started moving towards your bathroom.

You didn’t start taking a bath yet. You just stared at the mirror, scrutinizing every part of your body as you strip your clothes off. You saw the kiss mark Landon left at your neck. What a fucking ass. You looked at yourself fully. You look good. A year away from Roger has done you well. But you’re still problematic with your body. It’s fine, but it’s not fully developed. You can’t help but compare your body to the girls that he’s bedding. All of them got a model-like body. Big breasts, nice butts, and hour glass bodies. You huffed with the thought.

See Y/N? Your weird attraction towards him caused a deep rooting insecurity in yourself. You told yourself as you started washing up.

Wearing a red turtle neck blouse paired with a light blue floral bell bottoms, you went out of your bedroom and went to your kitchen to talk with the boys.

“Hey that smells good.” You said, making them turn their attention at you.

“Oh it’s just some bangers and pasta.” Brian smiled at you.

“Ugh I missed this.” You told them as you take your sit. You are welcomed with the savory smell of pasta. You felt your stomach grumble so you quickly sat beside your brother Brian, and Roger is in front of you. You can feel his stare at you so you tried not looking at his direction as much as possible.

You diverted your attention towards Freddie and you saw him smirking as he take his seat between Roger and Deacy. You gave him a confused look but Freddie just shrugged his shoulders.

“So how was school Y/N?” you heard your Brian asked as you started delving on into your food.

“School’s great even though it’s tiring.” You answered him quickly.

“But school is really fun. I’ve met a lot of artists and directors because of it. Plus I always got to watch free theater plays.” You added.

They started bombarding you questions about school and New York, and you were doing the exact same. Roger doesn’t participate that much, he’s been quiet since you sat into the table. He was just answering one word or two and just laughs with whatever you guys say. You can feel his stare at you the whole time and you think the boys are having an idea already.

“So Y/N.” Freddie cuts the topic off about their tour, smile plastered into his face. You were not quite sure what is his real intention but you know he is planning something with that kind of look in his face. You tried acting nonchalantly, not wanting to give Freddie any reaction.

“What is it?” you asked him.

“I saw a men’s shirt here darling! Is that your boyfriend’s? Looks like you’re really having a wild time!” he told you, half-laughing. You almost choked with his question. You started coughing hard to remove the awkwardness you’re feeling.

“Stop it Fred!” you exclaimed at him with your face looking like a freaking tomato.

“Looks like our little Y/N is getting what she wants.” Deacy joked. They three guys started laughing but you can see the crease on Roger’s forehead. He wasn’t very happy with what is happening.

“Who is it Y/N? You should let him meet me if that’s the case.” Brian told you.

“You’re alright with it Bri?” Roger asked, completely amazed. But you can sense the anger in his voice.

“Of course. I want to meet whoever that guy is. I mean Y/N is already old enough to decide whatever she wants in life. I know my sister can handle it.” He explained at Roger.

“Besides I’m going to beat that guy if he hurts Y/N.” Brian added, laughing. You saw Roger scoffed.

What is wrong with him?

“So who’s the lucky guy then Y/N?” Freddie curiously asked.

“U-uh he’s Landon.” You stuttered. You were very nervous. You felt like a thief caught red-handed. Your nervousness is increasing because you can see Roger staring at you darkly.

“Ooooh.” Freddie said. “He must be very lucky. He got the goddess Y/N May!” he exclaimed.

“Landon? What kind of name is that?” Roger said, disgust is laced in his voice.

“What?” you asked him. You’re getting mad with the attitude that he’s showing.

“Never thought you’ll like a Landon in your life.” He said, mocking you. “I mean that name is very lanky.” He added.

You decided to ignore his rude comment. It’ll just make things complicated, and it is not good to fight in front of the food. So you just rolled your eyes at him, turning your attention to the pasta that is in front of you.

“Are you jealous Roger Taylor?” Deacy joked as he put a spoonful of pasta into his mouth.

“Why would I be jealous? Y/N isn’t even my type.” He replied.

Why would I be jealous? Y/N isn’t even my type. His voice kept on ringing to your head. You were too stunned with what he said that you can’t even put the fork with pasta in your mouth. After a year you thought you’re already fine. That you’re not hurting anymore. But you were wrong. You’re shattered once again.

How can someone be that cruel? You told yourself. How can you like someone like that Y/N?

“Well you aren’t my type too so it’s fair.” you replied bitterly. You wanted to applaud yourself for saying that line even though you wanted to cry already.

“Is that so? As far as I know you’re begging at me to like you back the last time I met you.” Roger said, raising his eyebrow while smirking. What a fucking asshole. Silence invaded the whole room. You can feel the tension all over. You were fuming mad.

“Well that’s the last time you asshole. And if you think I still like you now then you’re fucking wrong because I already don’t!” you said, venom dripping in your voice. You can feel the tears brim in your eyes. “And you know w-what?” you spoke, trying to stop the tears from falling. “I regret liking someone like you. You’re a fucking asshole who don’t deserve anyone.” you added, as you walked away from them, banging your front door to get out of your flat.

Tears started falling rapidly in your eyes. You walked away as fast as you can. The cold December wind welcomed you as you make your way to the road, but you couldn’t care less with the cold. You’re too hurt too care. You continued to cry as you walk through the pavement, making the strangers stare at you. I must look like a lunatic. You told yourself as you wipe your tears.

Was it just 30 minutes? Or one hour? You don’t know how much time did you spent on walking; you don’t even know where you are right now because you weren’t really familiar with the place. You just continued walking straight, until you reached this park. You saw an empty bench, so you decided to rest for a while. You can feel your feet hurt as you rest on the bench. You started calming yourself down. You closed your eyes for a while.

“Why would I be jealous? Y/N isn’t even my type.”

“Is that so? As far as I know you’re begging at me to like you back the last time I met you.”

It was repeating on your head. You immediately opened your eyes, not wanting to hear it again. His words punched a hole in your heart.

How dare him to say that?

Who does he think he is?

You already know that he doesn’t like you. And you were just a little sister to him. You already accepted it- a bit. But hearing him say it again, in front of other people hurts you more, and makes you feel embarrassed. The wind blew once again. You hugged your knees as you shook your head down. You were cold and scared a bit. But you don’t want to go home yet. You just want to be alone for a while.

But the rain started to pour down. How fucking great. You told yourself. The sound of emptiness was distrupted by the loud gregarious boom of thunder. You felt very alone, and hurt. You probably looked so pitiful as you sat here on the bench, alone, while your clothes are soaking wet.

“Why would I be jealous? Y/N isn’t even my type.”

“Is that so? As far as I know you’re begging at me to like you back the last time I met you.”

You started crying again. Your shoulders shakes violently as you cried hard. You didn’t mind the bullets of cold rain piercing through your skin. You just cried your heart out, while you’re shivering from the cold.

Until you felt the rain stopped falling.

You slowly detached yourself from hugging your knees, and you raised your head. You were welcomed with a man with a messy blonde, with baby blue eyes. He was holding an umbrella to prevent the rain pouring down on the two of you. The car lights gleams softly to his face, and you can see the concern all over his face.

“Let’s go home.” He said softly. You stared at him emptily.

“No. Go a-away.” You whispered weakly, still shivering. You started standing up, walking away from him. But he didn’t let you. He held your hand.

“Don’t go.” He said. You tried pulling your hand away from him, but he held it tightly, tugging you towards him. You fell into his chest, feeling the warmth immediately. He securely wrapped his other hand to your body while holding out an umbrella.

“Let me go.” You mumbled to his chest. But you don’t actually want him to let you go. You just want him to hold you, even if it’s just friendly. Or brotherly. Or temporary.

“I’m sorry.” He started. Not even paying attention to your protest.

“You always say that when you hurt me, all the time.” You mumbled, almost whispering the last two words.

“I regret it Y/N.” he answered. You can feel his heart beating loud. You don’t see his expression because he is still hugging you.

“What do you r-regret?” You answered shakily.

“You’ll find somebody else once you grow a little more…” he trailed. “And if you find that somebody else, I-I’ll gladly support you.” You can hear his voice breaking. It was the exact words he told you when he rejected you. “I regretted saying those words every day. I regretted telling you that I’ll let you find somebody else. And I still regret, up until this day, that keep on letting you walk away h-hurt.” His voice sounded so broken. “I-I kept on pushing you away. Telling you I don’t like you but I’m feeling otherwise.” He laughs, but you know he was broken.

“R-rog.” You whispered, trying to pull away from him, but he just hugged you tighter.

“No let me finish Y/N.” he mumbled.

“I’m sorry Y/N. For all the years you spent getting hurt. For making you cry all the time. I-I thought it was the best thing to do. Because you’re still young. You have a lot of dreams ahead you. A lot of opportunities to get. And I don’t want to hold you b-back.” His voice is already quivering.

“I don’t want to drag you down. I mean what would you do with a guy like me? A guy who plays drums in a band, getting drunk almost every night, and he plays with girls all the time. Why would you like that? I’m obnoxious, vague, rude, ill-tempered. Straight up cunt. My l-life was a complete m-mess and I don’t want you entering it. You don’t deserve someone like me. You don’t deserve an asshole, just like you said earlier. That’s why I p-pushed you away.” He mumbled brokenly.

“But… even though I kept on pushing… you away… telling myself you don’t deserve me..” he spoke. “It was still you. After all this years… I’m still in love with you.” he mumbled.

You felt the whole world stopped. The coldness you’re feeling suddenly went away. It feels like as if it wasn’t raining. You don’t hear the pattering of the rain. The only thing you hear is the sound of your heart booming erratically, and the only thing you feel was the warmth Roger giving you and his beating heart.

“I just wanted to say it. I know you regret liking me. I-I understand.” He whispered. “I know it’s already late because you already found somebody else. But I wish you all the happiness Y/N. I’m sorry for all the trouble I caused.” He added. A minute passed and you’re still not reacting. You just stayed in your position.

“Y/N love, please. Say something.” He whispered

You punched him in the chest, causing him to move backwards, letting you go from his hug.

“I hate you.” you started. “How dare you to decide for something better without me being in it! How dare you tell me someone who I deserve!” you cried. “H-how dare you to push me every time! For hurting me!” you continued, tears falling down your eyes again. “How dare you to tell me that you wish me all the happiness, that you’re still in love with me if you’re actually letting me go!” you shouted at him.

“You’re not even chasing me! I hate you Roger! And I also hate the fact that I still like you after all this time and I always do-“ you didn’t finished what you want to tell him because you felt his lips into yours. All of your anger started to melt away, and all you can feel was the longing for him.

The kiss was urgent, but it was passionate. You can feel all the emotions to his kiss. The umbrella that he was holding already fell on the ground because he caressed both of your cheeks with his hands. The rain runs down to your face, where your lips met. Instead of detracting from the moment, the rain just brought you to new heights. It was magical. Roger pushed his lips in more firmly, making you more intoxicated. It was addicting. You felt like you’re going to combust. He pulled away slowly, still caressing your face, he put his forehead into yours.

“You still like me.” He whispered smiling.

“I don’t like you anymore.” you whispered, smiling too.

“I love you Y/N.” he said, still smiling. He pecked at your lips again.

“Oi say something!” he laughed.

“You still need to win my heart!” you joked.

“Well let’s get home so I can start winning your heart.” he winked at you, as he tugged you towards his car.

He promised himself that the night he rejected you, he’ll have you maybe someday. And he was right. He had you.