lonestar

OK! After being on this site for literally YEARS, I am just realising that you people don't get any notifications for new chapters published, just new stories published... and here I was thinking, why do new chapters not get enough attention !!! 
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          WTF I LITRALLY TRY TO POST ACCORDING TO THE CLIFFHANGERS AND NOW I GET TO KNOW THAT ITS NOT EVEN GETTING NOTIFIED

Oooookay... I am going back to my first love... not permanently of course... Mr. Stark here I come !

I genuinely thought 216 comments in six hours would the peak of terminally online behaviour I would see on this site... 
          
          I was proven wrong...
          This time I woke up to... 380 comments 
          So I guess...
          That throne has been officially overtaken by @ElisaMontalvo293

The penthouse was heating up. Tony had Pepper pinned against the kitchen island, his tie already a casualty on the floor. Her hands were tangled in his hair; his were busy between her legs, ensuring she wouldn't breathe right.
          
          "Bedroom?" Pepper breathed.
          
          "Island has character," Tony countered, lifting her—
          
          Ding.
          
          The elevator sang. Tony shrieked—a sound definitely not found in the Iron Man suit. He scrambled, trying to pull his pants up while simultaneously tucking in his shirt and kicking his shoes under the counter. Pepper, in a blur of panic, was attempting to re-button her blouse while her fingers malfunctioned. 
          
          The doors slid open. Peter bounced out, holding a prototype.
          
          "Mr. Stark! I cracked the—"
          
          He froze.
          
          Tony stood there, panting, hair wild, wearing his jacket over an undershirt, one shoe missing, holding an apple from the fruit basket. Pepper leaned against the counter, glasses askew, desperately trying to look professional.
          
          "I..." Peter stared. "Did I interrupt a wrestling match?"
          
          Peper's face turned a violent shade of red. "Aerobics, kid! High-intensity, vertical, core-strengthening aerobics. We're working on... agility."
          
          Tony let out a choked sound. "Yes. Agility. Vital for... business."
          
          Peter looked at the fruit bowl scattered across the floor, then at Tony's missing shoe, then at the towel. "Is that why you're sweating? Is it... cardio?"
          
          "Heavy cardio!" Tony barked. "You wouldn't understand. It's a very sophisticated adult exercise program."
          
          "Right," Peter said, backing into the elevator. "I'll come back when you're done... sweating."
          
          "Two hours! Maybe next week!" Tony pointed at the closing doors.
          
          Silence returned. Tony leaned his forehead against the fridge.
          
          "So," Tony whispered, struggling not to laugh. "Should we finish our agility training, or are you going to faint?"
          
          "I'm moving to a bunker," Pepper groaned.
          
          "Footage archived, Boss," FRIDAY chirped. "That was, indeed, high-intensity."

Sorry if my English is Bad haha, i try My best to Master the gramatics HAHAHA, buuut, y wanted to Say:
          
          YOUR FANFICTS ARE JUST AMAZING, LIKE GENUELLY AMAZING, MESMERIZING, GENIUS!
          Like fr.
          
          I think it was Monday, i am really not sure about it, but that day i started reading "Hound's pup" it seemed like a very Nice history, and, personally i really like the fanficts were they emphasize Naruto and Kakashi relationship, i would have LOVED if the canon built a little more their relationship, so, continuing, i decided to read it... By the first chapters i was a rollercoster of emotions like, fr, i was like "what do You mean he is diying already! " and then ofc, he didnt died HAHAHA. But the more i read the more i realized the magnific story i was into. I just love it SO MUCH, i laughed like A TOTAL MANIAC in the middle of the night, and i LOVED everything, it just felt sooo right, the CHAPTER when Naruto mad everybody sleep, and every single episode, i LOVED the way Naruto gave ideas, because, they don't talk much about it on the show, but, yes, like, he is a prank and scaping master. I LOVED how You wrote all the reqltionships, like, team 7, and OOOO I REALLY laughed at the chapter when Kurenai, gai and asuma were "babysitting" them HAHAHAHA. And, by the end i CRIED SO MUCH, like, i was a river in human skin, because i just couldn't believe what had just happened (which i'm not gonna spoil in case someone wants to read it, but You may infere which sad moment at the end) and i was just, there, staring at the ceiling, almost a damn ocean in My eyes, wondering My life and what i have just read. Then, THANKS GOD, everything went fine afterward JHAHHA, and there i was, laughing back again in the middle of the night like a maniac.
          
          As i finished reading that same story yesterday i was just convinced it had been one of the greatest things i have ever read, and i now i was just wondering what i was gonna do with My life after reading such MASTERPIECE.
          

hey i am just stating up the Alone? fic and i tend to comment a lot so lmk if u don’t like that and ill stop

Could you write another neji?

How do you like this :- 
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          Tony answers the phone smiling.
          
          He hangs up pale.
          
          Very pale.
          
          He stands there for three full seconds before screaming into the void.
          
          “WHY DID YOU TEACH PETER SWEARING?!”
          
          Nat looks up from sharpening a knife. Shrugs. “Because Peter said he feels unsafe.”
          
          Tony grabs the counter. “The school just told me my polite sunshine. My apology-letter-in-human-form. MY ‘SORRY-SIR’ kid—” he chokes, wounded “—OUT-SWORE FLASH with profanities that the principal had to google.”
          
          Nat nods. “Good diction?”
          
          “NOW I FEEL UNSAFE,” Tony yells.
          
          Nat tilts her head. “While swearing, you focus on the target’s insecurities. It’s grounding.”
          
          Tony goes very still.
          
          Slowly turns.
          
          “Oh,” he says softly. “You want grounding?”
          
          Nat raises an eyebrow.
          
          Tony inhales.
          
          And then unleashes.
          
          “You emotionally constipated assassin-shaped Russian nesting doll—”
          Nat blinks once.
          
          “—you trauma-powered murder fairy with the coping skills of a brick—”
          Nat actually pauses.
          
          “—you teach MY KID to weaponize vocabulary like he’s auditioning for Satan’s TED Talk—”
          Nat’s mouth twitches.
          
          “—I SPENT YEARS CURATING A POLITE, WELL-MANNERED, ‘EXCUSE-ME-SIR’ PRODIGY AND YOU TURNED HIM INTO A WALKING CENSORED TRANSCRIPT—”
          
          Tony jabs a finger at her. “DO YOU KNOW HOW PROUD I WAS WHEN HE SAID ‘HECK’ INSTEAD OF ‘HELL’?”
          
          Nat finally sets the knife down. “You’re projecting.”
          
          Tony laughs hysterically. “I’M GRIEVING.”
          
          A beat.
          
          “…He used to say ‘oh no,’” Tony whispers. “Now he apparently said something about Flash’s bloodline.”
          
          Nat nods, impressed. “Good instinct.”
          
          Tony sinks into a chair, devastated. “My innocent child is dead.”
          
          Nat pats his shoulder. “He feels safer.”
          
          Tony looks up, haunted. “…At what cost.”
          
          From Tony’s phone, a text buzzes.
          
          PETER: sorry mr stark  may i say frick again or is that too much
          
          Tony clutches the phone to his chest.
          
          “…I’m raising a monster,” he whispers.
          
          Nat smiles. “A confident one.”
          
          Tony sobs.

I just read some parts of my first fic (A Normal Teenager)... 
          My storybuilding skills... 
          Have sure gotten better...

I was looking for something to and happen to come across you and I just read Secret wife of the copy ninja. I have two words pure crack. I hate and love how much I laughed to the point while I was crying. Keep up the good work!