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I won't update always on this. It will be more just little stories and poems, whims in my mind. 😊☺️

this is before Security Breach came out but even then it might be an AU or sum fuckifino

Naruto, the daughter of Namikaze Minato, the fourth hokage of konohagakure, the village hidden in the leaves and Uzumaki Kushina, the red hot blooded habaneeo, princess of ushiogakure, the village hidden in the whirlpools. Her life was a rollercoaster of events. She always did the bare minimum in the shinobi exams, always wore a big and long hooded cloak, completely concealing her appearance. What would happen if she finally reveals her power and her looks? watch as she faces her obstacles in life, all the while making both girls and boys fall for her. (this was a story idea I came up with after meshing all my other story ideas together. hope you guys like it!!)

"You are so..so" He opened and closed his fists as if he could grab the words He turned to me intently seeming to have found the right vocabulary "Impulsive!" I let out an insane cackle at this.He said it as if it were a bad thing. "And?" i asked between un-lady like giggles "And? And you always act on impulse and sure its harmless when you want to see a monkey so you we go to the zoo. You like a shirt so you buy it. You see a hobo so you make him a sandwhich .You want to go get ice cream? We'll stop by dairy Queen." He sucked in a breath of air "But you want to just up and leave? Jumping from place to place like you've got all the time in the world-" I opened my mouth to argue at this but he shot me a glare and my better judgment told me to hush it. "You cant just do that Lena.." He tugged at his hair suddenly looking very tired Blowing out a sigh that seemed to engulf the whole room as he gently leaned his head against the wall. "You cant just keep doing things on whim"

A journal of sorts that I will use to toss any ideas and/or beta chapters for personal purposes. If you would like to say anything about them, then please do not be shy and speak up. Any and all advice along with critique is welcomed.

Do I really need to write this?

Dear Tommy, It's been 4 weeks since you've been gone and there are still times when I feel as though I won't make it. Like when I found your old combat boots still caked with mud underneath our kitchen table or when I pass by your room and see your laptop still open and your school bag slung on the end of your unmade bed. Things like that make my heart physically hurt, and its this unbearable kind of ache as though someone just reached inside my chest and squeezed my heart. Mom cries all the time and Dad well...that's a whole other story. And yesterday morning I was washing my face when I saw your razor sitting on the counter, there was even a few stubbles of hair still stuck to the metal. I was consumed with so much pain and I just wanted to scream.I was underwater and drowning in my own work though where no one could hear me anyway. I imagined dragging the sharp object down my forearm and watch as it cut through my pale skin and drew dark sticky beads of red blood. I wanted to do it so bad Tommy. I didn't... Although there are small things in life that bring me joy like the way my battered Converse look hanging out the window of His truck. The taste of His minty lips. The smell of cigarette smoke when He hugs me close under the night sky littered with blinking stars. The sound of His heart beating when He sneaks in through my window at night to sleep beside me. Oh that heart-stopping grin of His, it just makes me melt. And the sound of His throaty laughter. Adam Baker... I know its so wrong to feel this way, I just can't help myself. But you understand though? Right, Tommy? Loving and missing you, Em

Stars are bound to cross one another other,but they are never fated to stay together. My friends wanted this pls ignore

A poem thing that I wrote on a whim when feeling pitiful because of my oddness, there for please enjoy it is wonderful and I hope that you love it. Cover by: TASseDeTea Thank you so much!!