T, I need help and maybe some advice. I can't stop worrying about the future and specifically falling in love. I'm scared it'll never happen to me. You know our generation, people don't fall in love anymore. I read too many books and watch too many movies like the notebook and I want that. I'm young, 15, but I'm so scared it'll never happen to me. I think about it a lot and I wish I didn't. Ugh what do I do
Boys these days are a whole new breed of asshole, not all but most, liars cheaters, users and players especially in school. Holy shit, they are so fucking immature I want to scream, and being exposed to the media and socials everything’s out in the open, nothing is really that authentic and private anymore, you can find a fuck buddy on an app now. It’s almost unnatural.
women now should not rely on the heart of man to fill her own. We have to be independent and love ourselves fully first, most of them don’t know how to look after a woman and why should we give ourselves to someone who doesn’t obsess, cry, and do anything for us because if that was us, women care and give constantly. let the boys grow up, they don’t how to appreciate a good women, because lets be real half of us a wife material and there all too blind to see it. and for the notebook that is a highly Fantisized love movie, its scripted it’s acted the people aren’t real. I believe that love is out there, but don’t focus on that hoping that’s gunna happen.
So do you own thing girly, finding love is irrelevant you will find it when you need it most not when your looking and stressing over it. Figure yourself out first people fall into relationships because they feel they need to fill a void. They just don’t love themselves enough so they need someone else to love the insecurities and what a ridiculous way to be.
Go out do your thing, find your thing and love yourself because a good guy is actually really hard to find especially being so young! X x x
And for the moments the boys on set, with their silly crushes, became tiresome, Brown could turn to Winona Ryder. “I would just go to her like, ‘Ugh, the boys are getting on my nerves today!’ And she’d be like, ‘Got it — come sit.’ And we’d eat cheese.“
Today I was rehearsing with the guitarist from the show I’m doing and I was coughing up a lung bc I’m sick and I was just kidding but I told him he needed to bring me a lemon for me to slice up and put in a cup of tea and so I show up to the show tonight to get ready and he sets down a big ass lemon on my dressing room table and then brings out like 5 boxes of Halloween Oreos and for those of you who pay attention to my posts you know what a big fucking deal that is and so long story short I now have a lemon and more Oreos than I know what to do with
<b>people literally every time fall out boy releases a song from a new album:</b> omg fall out boy has changed so much i'm so disappointed they sound like radio music which is definitely benath my superior music taste i will never listen to them again why isn't it 2005 anymore<p/></p>
A/N: Okay, but doesn’t love Peter? This is my first Marvel fanfic and I am sure that there is more to come! Thanks so much for waiting and, as always, I hope you enjoy!
You felt a rush of relief as the bell rang, fleeing from the classroom in a hurry, hoping to lose Flash Thompson, who was hot on your heels, in the crowd.
You run through the halls of the school, desperately trying to find your best friend Peter Parker. You spot the colour of his favourite sweatshirt out of the corner of your eye and skid to a halt in front of the glass library doors. You peered inside and sure enough, Peter was sitting alone at one of the desks, studying for an upcoming test.
You look back and forth feeling frantic, your hair whipping wildly as you checked to see if Flash was near. He was nowhere in sight. You were safe, for the time being.
You hurriedly push open the heavy doors of the library, the hinges squeaking rather loudly. The librarian looked up from her desk and glared at you. You smiled apologetically before hurrying over to Peter and slipping into the seat next to him.
“Oh, hi (Y/N)-”
“Peter.” you gasp, trying to catch your breath from all the running. He tilts his head as he looks at you, confused.
“Are you alright? Why are you panting? Oh no, do we have to run a mile today in PE? Dang it.”
“No no, it’s not that. It’s Thompson,” you answer, shaking your head. Peter’s eyes flare at the mention of the name but the action remains unnoticed by you.
“What did the idiot do this time?” he asks, sighing and balling his hands into tight fists.
“He keeps asking me out even though I’ve told him that I wasn’t interested countless times,” you say in frustration, pinching the bridge of your nose. “But he won’t leave me alone. He sat next to me in History for the past hour and he just wouldn’t stop hitting on me. I wish I could just take his head and-”
You made a violent gesture in mid air and Peter smiled at your behaviour.
“Ugh, aren’t boys just revolting.” he remarks, making you smile.
“Please, tell me about it.” You shake your head in disgust. “And I’m pretty sure he’s following me now. He’ll probably find me soon…oh no.”
Your voice trails off and both you and Peter spot Flash approaching the library, swaggering through that halls as if he owned the place. Peter glared at him as he got closer. In his opinion, that kid was way worse than any bank robber he had ever webbed up.
You grabbed his shoulder and he looked down at your hand, startled by your sudden action.
“Arg, he’s coming! I need to hide!” you yelp, looking around wildly for a place to hide but to no avail. You were out in plain sight. You flinched as you heard the doors of the library open and looked at Peter for help. And then, an incredibly stupid idea pops into your head.
“Flirt with me.” you whisper, instantly regretting everything.
Saying that he looked shocked would have been the understatement of the century.
“Er - what?” he exclaimed, his face turning a bright shade of pink as Flash entered rather obnoxiously loudly into the library. He was apologizing to the cranky librarian and you quickly explained your oh so stupid plan to Peter.
“If he sees I’m taken, he won’t ever try to make a move again.” you explain quickly, feeling yourself heat up and Peter looks at you skeptically, his blush fading.
“(Y/N), are you sure about this? I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”
Flash starts to walk towards your table and your grip on Peter’s arm tightens.
He nods slightly and clears his throat, scooting himself closer to you.
“So, uh, do you come here often?” he asks in a low voice and you stare at him before bursting out into laughter.
“Is that honestly the best thing you’ve got?” you ask through giggles. “Gee, you’re just as awkward as I am.”
He rolls his eyes playfully. “Hey, at least I’ve got you laughing now. It’s makes everything more convincing.”
But he was right. Flash was eyeing the two of you, looking agitated and envious.
“And no, this is my best line… You are absolutely, astoundingly beautiful and that’s the least interesting thing about you.” he whispers, his hand cupping your chin and tilting your head up, forcing you to look him in the eyes. His face is mere centimeters from yours and you could feel his hot breath fanning across your face.
Your mind goes totally blank as you stare into his eyes, trying to clear your throat to say something witty back at him but you couldn’t think. Instead, to your horror, you feel your face flush as you continued to get lost in his eyes.
“Perfect! I’ve got you blushing now too!” Peter observes, looking quite satisfied with himself. This simply deepened your blush and he chuckled. It was definitely odd, seeing this confident side of Peter, but you had to say that you were enjoying it, maybe even a little too much.
“You’re a great actress, (Y/N).” he whispers with a grin and you nod unconsciously.
“Er, yeah. Acting…”
“How’s our victim?” he whispers into your ear, drawing you even closer to him, if possible.
“Uh, h-he’s looking absolutely furious.” you stutter, finally managing to get a full sentence out. You mentally scold yourself, you weren’t going to let him know that he was making you melt and feel absolutely flustered. “He should be gone soon.”
“Good, let’s keep at it then.” he murmurs, taking your hand gently and looking at you through his lashes. Your heart beat quickened as Peter placed his lips on your knuckles, kissing them lightly.
“If I had a star for every time you brightened my day, I’d be holding a galaxy.” he said lazily against the back of your hand and tried your best to refrain yourself from shaking at his touch. Your mind couldn’t help but wander to the thought of what his soft lips would feel like against your own…
“That’s so cliché.” you say feeling awfully breathless and he smiles once again before lifting his head back up to meet your eyes.
“It is indeed. But it’s also true.” he replied, without breaking his character. You knew that if you had been standing, your legs would’ve failed you. “I was always told that nobody was perfect, but you’re clearly the exception. However, there is one thing I want to change about you.”
“W-what?” you question, stuttering again.
“Your last name.”
You desperately tried to think of a clever comeback but you couldn’t, it was as if your brain had been turned to mush. Once again you were at a loss of words, something you prided yourself of not happening. Your best friend gave you a reassuring smile before gesturing towards where Flash was standing, asking you to check if he was still there. The other boy was nowhere in sight. Thank the heavens, he was gone. But you also felt a pang of disappointment when you realized that Peter’s charade would soon come to an end…
“He’s gone. Flash is gone.” you whisper incoherently, and Peter’s face lights up with a huge grin.
“Yes! You’re plan worked (Y/N)!” Peter cheered happily, dropping the low, seductive voice he had used merely seconds ago.
“Are you alright?” he inquired when you don’t cheer with him.
“Y-yeah. I’m great.”
To your dismay, he scooted away from you and began to pack up his things before standing up.
“I feel like I allured you with my awkwardness rather than flirting with you.” Peter said, chuckling as he swung his backpack on effortlessly. “On his behalf, Flash was a complete idiot to believe any of that, I do hope I was convincing enough.”
He frowns slightly and you nod your head furiously.
“Uh, yeah! You were great! Could’ve fooled me!” you squeaked, trying yourself to sound as convincing as possible. Peter didn’t seem to notice how significantly higher your voice had become.
“He shouldn’t be bothering you anymore.” he says with a grin.
“Yeah, hopefully. Thank you, Peter.”
“No problem! And if he does bug you again, just let me know. I’ll be happy to help again. We make a pretty good team of actors, if I do say myself.”
“Mhmm. Thanks again.”
“Anything for you (Y/N). Well, I better get going. The ‘Stark internship’, y'know?” he says with a wink before running off to become his alter web shooting ego.
You remained in the library, still glued to your seat. Your heart was still racing at a feverish pace. You place your hand on your cheek and to your surprise, find yourself still blushing, your cheek burning like fire.
Was Peter Parker just that good at flirting or had you fallen for your best friend?
Naruto gets taken in and raised by Koharu. He learns everything a traditional kunoichi does, as well as those combat skills that were what made kunoichi like Koharu, Touka, and Mito so absolutely fucking terrifying. But he always maintains the elegance and poise Koharu-obaasama taught him, even when handing Sasuke his broken teeth on a platter. Sakura and Ino are SO JEALOUS™ but also SO PROUD because ladylike but still male Naruto is awesome.
“I’m not going to approve this,” Hiruzen tells his former
teammate, utterly bewildered.
“Of course you are,” Koharu tells
him briskly, and the look on her face is one she most often used to turn on him
and Danzō when they were being particularly obtuse. “Lady Mito’s spirit came to
me in a dream to point out the in injustice being done to her descendant. I’m fixing
it, and you had best not get in my way, Saru.”
Perched on her lap,
four-year-old Naruto turns wide-starry eyes on her. “You talk to the Hokage like that?” he asks excitedly.
Hiruzen, who is still trying to
sort out the Lady Mito’s spirit part
of that, catches sight of that expression out of the corner of his eye and
freezes as trepidation bolts down his spine.
“I’m being perfectly polite,” Koharu
tells Naruto, and it’s true. Mostly. Except she wields manners the same way she
wields an explosive tag, which is to say devastatingly.
“People can never say no to good manners, if you use them correctly.”
Oh no. That expression on Naruto’s
face is the same one he was wearing when he saw Hiruzen use a jutsu for the first
time, and it doesn’t bode well for any part of Hiruzen’s remaining sanity. “Utatane—”
he starts warningly.
“Hokage-sama.” He hasn’t heard
her sound that icy since he suggested it was too dangerous to go out looking
for Tobirama’s body, and years of experience has him snapping his mouth shut
automatically. Koharu regards him narrowly for another moment, then nods in
satisfaction and sets a neat stack of papers on the desk. “Naruto is coming
home with me,” she says. “I will teach him sealing and how to comport
himself—no more of this wreaking havoc in the village nonsense. And you will approve it.”
This situation is slipping from Hiruzen’s
grasp so quickly it’s giving him a rash. “Only if you agree to cut ties with Danzō,”
he says desperately.
Koharu gives him her patented I’m disappointed you’re not more intelligent
but also remain unsurprised by this fact look and taps an imperious finger
on the papers. “Section three,” she says primly, because of course Utatane Koharu
would never hand in paperwork that wasn’t in sections. There was a reason Tobirama liked her best, and it wasn’t
her penchant for explosions. Well, not entirely.
“Proof of Danzō’s continuing activities, several methods to stop him, a
cost-benefit analysis of doing so immediately as compared to phasing Root out
slowly, and Mitokado’s agreement not to participate in any more of Danzō’s
Hiruzen wonders what she did to
poor Homura to get his compliance, but very carefully doesn’t ask. Instead, he
looks at the boy who may as well be his grandson, who he’s managed to keep at
arm’s length, practically neglected, for the past four years, and sighs a
“Naruto?” he asks quietly. “Are
you all right with this?”
Koharu’s expression shades
towards affront, but before she can say anything—or stuff a mild exploding tag
down his robes, because that was always one of her favorite ugh you’re such a boy reactions—Naruto turns to look up at her, and…
Well. Hiruzen realizes with a
start that while he’s seen Naruto happy, he’s never seen him glad before.
“Oba-sama bought me a kimono,” he says, as though this is
bewildering. “Because I thought it was pretty. An’ she said I can learn to
fight like a hero of Konoha.” He pronounces
the words carefully, clearly aware of the reverence with which Koharu treats
Hiruzen just wishes that her
heroes weren’t Uzumaki Mito and Senju Tōka, because he knows Koharu. She doesn’t give a damn about gender—Naruto will
learn kunoichi skills because she knows how to make them devastating, and
because all the shinobi she looks up to used them. And that, coupled with her
love of exploding tags and her fuinjutsu knowledge, and Naruto’s bloodline of
genius and his chakra reserves—
It takes effort not to wince.
“Utatane—” he starts, even
though he doesn’t have a solid protest formed.
A mistake, clearly, because Koharu’s
dark eyes go flinty, and she rises to her feet in a swirl of perfectly arranged
robes. “Saru,” she says coolly. “Your desk, top drawer on the left, under a
false bottom. Second bookshelf from the right of the door, third shelf, behind
the treatise on politics during the First World War. Tenth floorboard from the
window, in a black box sealed with—”
Hiruzen flings himself forward
right over his desk, clapping a hand across her mouth. All the blood has
drained from his face, and he gives her a wild-eyed look.
“You witch,” he accuses. “Leave my literature alone.”
Koharu rolls her eyes, grips his
wrist between two delicate fingers, and pulls it away from her mouth. She pauses
just long enough to make sure Hiruzen knows she’s thinking about breaking it
for the offense, then lets go. “Hide it better,” she retorts. “Or for heaven’s
sake don’t read porn on the job.”
Naruto, always the first to
latch on to something he shouldn’t—case in point, the way he’s happily perched
on Koharu’s hip right this moment, and Hiruzen has the uncharitable thought
that he’s surprised she hasn’t broken
her hip yet, with all her marching around giving orders—perks up at that. “What’s
porn?” he asks excitedly.
“A way to lead foolish men
around by the nose,” Koharu says precisely. “Saru, I expect those forms to be
filed with the appropriate departments by the end of the day tomorrow. Naruto,
let’s go home.”
“Yes, Oba-sama!” Naruto cheers,
and he waves cheerfully over her shoulder as she sweeps out of the Hokage’s office.
Hiruzen slumps back in his chair
and drags his hands over his face, then leans over and fishes out a bottle of
sake. For a moment he debates the cup, but then he pictures Naruto with elegance
and poise and the ability to break anyone’s teeth without losing composure, and
just pops the cork.
At the very least, it will be an
interesting few years.
(Hiruzen really, really hopes he
can retire before Naruto reaches Academy age, because that will make ‘interesting’ look like a morning stroll in
“Terrifying old bat,” he
mutters, waving the sake in vague salute, and then drinks straight from the