and her hair doing things that are impressive

Thrive // h.h

A/N: wow I went overboard with this and it’s really all over the place so if you’re confused feel free to message me so I can make things clearer. 

This is my first imagine for Harry Hook so I don’t really have his character down yet, also I really hate the ending but I didn’t want it to go on forever so I needed to finish it up.

Being the fifth wheel in a group of some of the most infamous VK’s has never been Y/N’s ideal life, but when approached by the four most feared kids on an island, one does not simply say no.

She hangs around as almost a form of protection, the stigma of the four keeping others away from her. Almost like a security blanket, she can count on having a place in the corner of Mal’s apartment, even if she only stood in the shadows.

Then one day that protection vanishes, the core four summoned to Auradon on Prince Ben’s orders, leaving her behind with nothing.

Two months later she makes her way down an alley way, tugging down the sleeves on her jacket as she nears Ursula’s Chip Shop.

Practically the entire restaurant freezes as she enters, drawing the attention of two teens in particular.

“Well well well,” the teal haired girl sing-songs, dropping a tray onto a table as she walks by, “what do we have here?”

She walks up to the girl, eyebrows raised.

“Tell me Harry,” Uma asks, circling around the her, “are we taking in strays?”

“Hm, I dunno,” the boy replies, smirk on his face, “she’s cute though, maybe we should keep her. I could use another play thing.”

“I just came for food,” Y/N replies, crossing her arms over her chest, “not to join some kiddy pirate crew.”

Uma place a hand on Harry’s chest before he can rush forward, her eyebrows raised slightly.

“Impressive,” she mutters, nodding, “take a seat, I’ll have a server sent your way.”

The girl sits down on a stool, all to aware of the boy who now occupies the seat next to her.

“It’s a shame darlin’,” he drawls, leaning his chin on his hand, “we could’ve had lots of fun together.”

“Never thought you’d want anything to do with me,” she replies, raising an eyebrow, “last I checked I was part of Mal’s crew, not Uma’s.”

“And last time I checked,” Harry smirked, “your little crew are now frolicking around the fields of Auradon, and you’re still here. No crew, no friends, no nothing.”

The girl clenches her fist under the table, swallowing back her words.

“Your point?” She asks.

The pirate smirks, twirling his hook around in his hand.

“Just plotting love,” he says, standing up, “I’ll see you ‘round.”

That is the first of many encounters with the infamous pirate teen, it seems as if every time she turns a corner he’s there, a smirk on his face, the hook in his hand and a backhanded complement dripping off his lips.

Four months after Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos left for Auradon she’s walking through the Isle, hands shoved in her pockets.

“Hello there love,” he says from behind her, a half smile appearing on her face, “fancy seeing you here.”

“Is it?” She asks, keeping her stride as Harry falls into step next to her. “Don’t you know where I am at all times? Isn’t that the job of a stalker?”

“I’m offended you would even think I would stoop to that level,” he says, placing a hand on his heart in fake shock.

“What do you want Hook?” She questions, leaning against the brick wall.

“I’ve got a proposition for you,” he replies.

“Do you now?” She smirks. “And is this your proposition or Uma’s?”

“Both,” Harry answers, twirling his necklace around in his fingers, “come to the chip shop tonight, two a.m. We want to talk.”

With that, the pirate turns on his heel and walks down the alley.

“And if I don’t?” She calls.

“You will.”

And she does, at two a.m. on the dot she shoves her way into the shop, one hand on her hip.

“She’s a prompt one,” Uma says from the back.

“Mother always taught me to be on time,” she says sarcastically, making her way towards her.

“Mother’s always give the best advice,” Uma replies, gesturing for the girl to sit down.

“So what is this,” Y/N asks, “I’ve already told you that I don’t have any info on Mal and her friends, haven’t heard from any of them since they left.”

“Nah it ain’t about that,” Uma shakes her head, leaning on her elbows on the counter, “I want…well, we want you to join our crew. Not an entry level type thing, I want you up with us, with me and Harry and Gil. I wanna add a fourth to our ranks.”

“Why me?” She questions, leaning forward. “You could get anyone on this island, especially since Mal left, so why me?”

“Power,” Uma shrugs, “simple as that. You were on Mal’s crew, you’ve got status here. You need a crew and I need a fourth member, figured we could help each other out.”

“You’d be willing to work with me?” Y/N questions, noticing Harry lurking in the background. “And your crew would too?”

“They don’t have a choice,” Uma replies, “but yes, I am willing.”

“And you?” Y/N throws her question at Harry, keeping her eyes trained on Uma.

She sees Harry smirk from the corner of her eye.

“Welcome aboard princess.”

A few days later Y/N joins the pirate crew aboard their ship, arms crossed over her chest.

“I’ll teach you the ropes,” Harry says, “literally and figuratively. You’ll pick it up in no time.”

The two teens spend practically every minute of every day together for the next few weeks, becoming incredibly close incredibly fast.

“We’ve been working hard all day love,” Harry says, leaning against the mast as the girl turns to look at him, “let’s go on a walk.”

“You sure Uma is okay with that?” She asks, quirking an eyebrow.

“Uma doesn’t control every single thing I do,” he rolls his eyes, “c'mon, lets have a rest.”

“Walk me down the beach?” She suggests, holding her hand out to him.

Harry takes it gladly.

“After you princess.”

The two teens walk down the sand, hands still intertwined.

“So I know that ‘dating’ isn’t really a thing here,” she starts, “but you and Uma…is that a thing or?”

“Me and Uma?” The pirate laughs. “Nah, we’re just mates, the best of friends I would say. We’ve been friends since we were toddlers. Why?”

“Just curious,” she shrugs, staring at the shore line.

“I would call dating a thing here though,” Harry says, “it maybe be different than what they have there at Boradon,” Y/N laughs at his nickname for the mainland, “but it’s still a thing. We may be villains, but we’re allowed to fall in love, to get as close to a happy ending as possible.”

“You think we deserve that?” Y/N asks. “Cause I think the people over there think we deserve to pay for the sins of our parents.”

“Doesn’t matter what they think,” Harry replies, “they don’t know what life’s like over here, they don’t get a say in what we deserve.”

“I like that,” she smiles.

“I like you,” Harry says, biting down slightly on his lip as he looks at her.

“Yeah?” She asks, a half smile on her face as the boy nods. “I like you too.”

Harry’s smirk widens, his hand squeezing hers as they continue to walk down the beach.

“We should head back soon,” Y/N says quietly, “I promised Uma I’d cover a shift at the shop tonight.”

“Kiss me first,” Harry says, turning her around so they’re face to face instead of next to each other, “then we’ll go back.”

She does as he asks, smiling as she presses her lips to his. She feels his hand cup her cheek, the slight sea breeze blowing through her hair.

“More of that later?” She questions, causing Harry to smirk again.

“Much more of that later, love,” he says, taking his hat off of his head and placing it on hers, “much more.”

Six months after Mal left the Isle, she came back. Y/N sits in Ursula’s shop, she felt Mal’s presence before Harry even told her.

“She’s back isn’t she,” the girl asks as her boyfriend plops into the seat next to her, “I can feel it.”

“Yeah, she is,” Harry replies, “saw her at Tremaine’s salon, how are you doing?”

“I guess ’m okay,” she shrugs, “but that girl essentially left me for dead, right now all I want to do is see the look on her face when she realizes I thrived while she was gone, that I don’t need her or her posse to run this town.”

“You’re so hot when you’re revengeful,” Harry growls, surging forward and practically smashing their lips together in a heated mess.

“Oh get a room you two,” Uma says a few minutes later, practically throwing a tray down on the bar for Gil.

Harry pulls away from her, only to press another short, bruising kiss to her lips.

“I’ve got a plan,” Uma says, leaning against the counter, “you ready for this?”

Her question is pointed at Y/N, the girl smirks.

“I’m ready for anything.”

Much to Y/N’s surprise, Mal actually shows up to the shop. Uma practically growls, walking up to the purple haired girl as Harry slides an arm around Y/N’s shoulders.

“How ya doin’?” He whispers, lips ghosting over her ear as he kisses the skin gently.

“She may have changed her look, but she hasn’t changed her attitude,” the girl says, “she hated being bad, deep down she always wanted to be like the kids in Auradon, no amount of hair dye and leather can change that.”

As Mal and Uma talk, the purple haired girl’s eyes shift around the shop, landing on the couple near the back.

Y/N presses kisses to Harry’s jaw line, taking the tri-horned hat off of his head and placing it on hers, a smirk playing on her lips as she sees Mal turn her gaze back to Uma.

“And what exactly did that accomplish?” Harry questions playfully.

“Maybe nothing, probably nothing,” Y/N shrugs, smiling up at him, “but it was fun.”

“You’re evil,” Harry mumbles.

“You love it.”

“Hmm,” he hums, grin on his face, “that I do.”

“Walk me home?” She asks, intertwining their fingers.

“After you,” Harry replies, opening the back door for them to leave.

The couple makes their way down the alley, Harry’s arm around her shoulders and their fingers intertwined.

“No no I’m serious,” Y/N says with a light laugh, “she froze the entire kingdom and then turned her own sister to ice.”

“Sounds like she belongs over here,” Harry replies, “not in Auradon.”

“Must be because she’s of royal blood,” the girl shrugs, “but who knows.”

The conversation comes to a halt when Y/N’s eyes land on her used-to-be friends standing in the alley way.

“Y/N?” Evie questions with surprise. “You’re still here?”

“Where else would I be?” Y/N shoots back harshly, Harry squeezing her hand gently.

“What’s going on here?” Jay asks, hopping down from his perch above the alley.

“Just trying to get home,” Y/N replies, “what are you all doing here?”

“Getting Ben,” Carlos answers, glaring at Harry, “no thanks to this clown.”

Y/N places a hand on Harry’s chest, holding him back.

“Just leave it,” she whispers, shaking her head, “they’re not worth it.”

“You’ve changed,” Jay says, crossing his arms, “last thing I remember you wouldn’t go near Uma or her crew.”

“Yeah well,” she shrugs, looking up at Harry, “I had to survive somehow, the only friends I had deserted me. And things just…happened.”

Harry kisses her forehead, Carlos’s jaw practically hitting the floor.

“Well that’s…” he searches for words, eye darting around the alley, “new.”

“Time to go?” Harry asks in a whisper, the girl nodding in agreement.

“Good luck getting your friend back,” she says, “you’re gonna need it.”

The two of them swagger off, Harry spinning the hook around in his hand.

“You’ve gained more confidence since they left,” he says, “it’s hot. I’m proud of you.”

“All thanks to you,” she replies, “when I was friends with them I felt…weak. Like I was a charity case or something, but when I’m with you and Uma and Gil I feel…powerful. I feel like I matter.”

“You do matter,” Harry replies, “and we’re gonna rule Auradon together. And no one is going to ever make you feel like you don’t matter again.”

“Promise?” She questions, smile on her face as she cups his cheeks.

“Promise,” he smiles, kissing her hard, “we’re gonna rule the world princess.”

“We ride with the tide.”

SAKURA HARUNO: THE STRONGEST KUNOICHI!

“Cherry blossoms in spring are special, for their beauty draws a line between them and the other flowers. She, who was the name of these flowers, works strenuously in her strict training to catch up with Naruto and Sasuke, who run before her. And then the time of blooming approached - Sakura, with her polished medical ninjutsu and strong arms, shall become the beautiful cherry blossom that heals the battlefield.”

“Tsunade, Sakura’s teacher, is the Fifth Hokage that runs the village of Konoha. Sakura, who directly received the teachings from the shinobi that sits on the most prominent place of the village, lets her talent blossom very fast, together with the subtle chakra control she naturally possesses.”

“Sakura, who excelled at chakra control, had her talent for medical ninjutsu noticed by Tsunade, her teacher, early on. She received the initiation at the techniques from Tsunade at first, and also from her elder pupil Shizune, and grew to be the best medical ninja in Konoha in the twinkle of an eye. Mastering the secret forbidden technique Tsunade used, she brings her healing to a level that exceeded Shizune. Filling her chest with the firm confidence that even if everyone suffers serious wounds, she’ll make them recover, the healing cherry blossoms blooms splendidly in profusion.”

“[…]By means of her excellent self.healing ability, even if she’s injured she recovers immediately. Thanks to the acquisition of this power, Sakura became completely able to show her proud superhuman strength without fearing the enemy’s attacks in time of war.”

“Her self-healing ability shines, ranging from defence to offence…!!”

{“THE HEALING CHERRY BLOSSOM BLOSSOMS IN THE FRONT LINE▬!”}

(Databook 4 entries - end)

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Why is Sakura Haruno the perfect heroine and the strongest Kunoichi?

↳▬ ❝Her personality:

Kishimoto-sensei describes Sakura as stubborn, well-educated and girly. At the very beginning of the series, Sakura appears to be nothing but an ordinary 12 year old, spoiled and ignorant. Sakura, who in contrast to her teammates Sasuke and Naruto, whose lives were hard and lonely, grew up with a home and parents. This soon changes, and Sakura’s personality starts to blossom. An important key moment in that transformation is during the Chunin Exams arc in the Forest of Death when she cuts off her hair, the same hair she grew long to impress Sasuke. She cuts it off and fights her very best against Sound ninjas to protect her teammates. This is an important moment for her character as it shows her resolve to change and truly shows the beginning of Sakura’s development.

Sakura is a very compassionate character, she deeply treasures the things her friends do for her. Lee is one of those said friends, who gave it his all to protect Sakura in the Forest of Death. Sakura is grateful for that, so she thanks Lee for protecting her, cheers him on in his fight against Gaara, buys a flower for him while he’s in the hospital and their friendship begins. Her compassion shines up once more when she tries to run to his side, but gets stopped by her sensei, right after Lee loses his exams fight against Gaara.

Sakura’s compassion for others and her selflessness are what shine the most in the manga. Her desire to protect her teammates and keep them both safe is what motivates her to keep going and never give up. But that goal never stopped her from helping others who were in need of her help. She fought and cared for anyone who needed her - be it Lady Chiyo, a civilian child during the attack of Pain, a civilian child during the Wave land arc, her own young daughter, or even a wounded enemy like Karin. Sakura chose to take her destiny in her own hands and shape it to the best of her abilities.

The two most important examples that showcase how selfless Sakura truly is, are for one her desire to help Naruto fulfill his dream of becoming Hokage, and her desire to safe and help the man she loves, Sasuke.

Despite what many people like to think, Sakura’s character did not suffer because of her relationship to Sasuke. Quite the opposite. Her love for him and her desire to save him from his demons help her become aware of the important things in life. Sakura matures and becomes a realist. She took her hardship and turned it into a tool for growth and self-reflection. From that point forward, she trained and gathered information to help Sasuke and Naruto.

[“She whom you came close to killing once…she feels for and sheds tears over you, even now…she only wanted to save you!”] - Chapter 693

Sakura’s willpower develops greatly, and she learns to never give up, to always get back up on her feet, even when she’s broken and bruised.

In her fight against Akatsuki member Sasori, even though she feels fear building up in her chest, it is Sasuke and Naruto who give her the strength to be brave and face her enemy head on. She is willing to die for them if she has to. And she almost did in two instances.

One, when she tried to run in between Naruto and Sasuke on the hospital rooftop and two, when she was ready to die by Sasuke’s hand if it meant she could kill him and thus save him from his darkness.

Sakura doesn’t waver. If she truly believes in something, she won’t let go of that. But she’s not someone who puts herself in front of something more important. A good example is Sasuke’s secret mission in Gaiden. Due to unfortunate circumstances, her husband leaves to protect the village and their family. To keep everyone safe and out of danger, nobody is allowed to know Sasuke’s location. Even though this mission takes a toll on Sakura’s and Sarada’s life, Sakura knows their feelings are connected and that there’s no reason for doubt. She tries to convey that truth to her only daughter, who at first does not really understand.

Sakura is a compassionate, caring and loving mother. She gives it her all to make Sarada feel loved and safe. She also appears to be a strict mother, as Sarada shows signs of good manners, a kind personality and patience.

All in all, Sakura Haruno/Uchiha stands out as a kind, loving, compassionate and strong willed character, who never dares to give up, especially when it’s her friends or family that are on the line. The passion within her to love strongly and believe in her friends gives her the strength to keep going. Because her character story revolves mostly around being there and fighting for her loved ones and village, Sakura, who always puts those in need above everything else to the point that she is ready to die for them, is no doubt the most selfless character in the series. And that selflessness is the main source of her incredible will and strength.

↳▬ ❝Her natural talent:

[“Her chakra control and intelligence however, are nothing to look down upon.” - Databook 1.]

Intelligence and Booksmarts

Sakura has been blessed in many ways. Her intelligence is part of this. Right at the start of the manga, we learn that Sakura is naturally smart and passes all her academy exams with the best possible scores. In fact, she is said to be the smartest right after Shikamaru Nara, who, as we all know, is the smartest in their generation; making Sakura even be above talented ninja like Sasuke Uchiha and Neji Hyuga, who were at the top of their classes.

Notable proof for that is the Chunin Exams arc, in which Sakura was the only one who was able to answer all questions, despite Ibiki-sensei saying those questions couldn’t be answered by mere genin and were supposed to make the kids cheat.

Her fight with Ino also tells us, that Sakura is very booksmart. She knew Ino’s special jutsu and was able to explain its function and weakness to the reader.

Furthermore, she is also able to think and decide in mere seconds if the need arises, like tricking sound ninjas during the Forest of Death fight or freeing herself from being stuck in Sasori’s poison by letting a paper bomb explode.

[“First-rate chakra control and brainpower!!”] - Databook 1

Observation and Analytical Skills

But that’s not all. Sakura is a very good observer. She’s able to observe and memorize any pattern of movement, even those of a master puppeteer like Sasori. During their fight, Sasori had noticed that Sakura could read him like a book. He acknowledged this and even somewhat praised her for her skills. Chiyo was also surprised by this and compared Sakura to Tsunade, Sakura’s master, noting that Sakura was a very good pupil. The same Chiyo later acknowledged once again, that Sakura was capable of becoming a better Kunoichi than even Tsunade.

During the failed attempt to retrieve Sasuke a second time in Part II, Sakura and her team were held back by Obito, and within minutes, Sakura was able to analyze and explain how Obito’s (then still Tobi) Kamui worked, saying he was removing parts of his body from this reality/dimension (into another).

[“She’s shown shining potential in a fairly wide array of competences. Should she develop them, she might become a threat even to the great Sasuke!”] - Databook 1

Sakura’s passion to gather as much information as she can about something she feels she has to be prepared for, is immense. A little while after Team Seven’s first failed attempt to bring Sasuke back from Orochimaru, Sakura explains that she had noticed Sasuke’s immense growth in skill, speed and more; once again showcasing her analytical skills. She then goes on to say that she had read some books and came to the conclusion that Sasuke must have been given enhanced drugs that would speed up his training.

Another example for Sakura’s analytical nature is the war arc. She gets approached by a Zetsu who had taken on the form of Neji Hyuga. She realizes it is not Neji who is standing behind her and reacts instantly when the White Zetsu tries to attack her. She punches him to the ground, causing a great deal of damage, and tells him she knew it was him. She interrogates him. Together with Yamato’s report, and an autopsy she performs on the white Zetsu, she figures out the abilities the White Zetsu uses and concludes that it must be genetical material from Hashirama Senju being used, as the Zetsu’s DNA shows similarity with Yamato’s.

All this is proof of the fact, that Sakura Haruno was rightfully called one of the smartest. Not only is she booksmart and knows a lot about rules, technical things and ninjutsu, she is also able to analyze and memorize an individual’s behavior in mere seconds, allowing herself to prepare the right strategy. It also shows that she is very capable of memorizing important things like movement and more to the point where she is able to use that information years in advance.

Genjutsu Prowess

Sakura is naturally a genjutsu type. She is able to recognize it and set herself and others free from it. During the chunin exams when Orochimaru and the Sand attacked, she (and Shikamaru) was the only one who recognized the genjutsu in time and protected herself from it. Later on she dispelled the jutsu to wake Naruto up.

Thanks to Chiyo, Sakura knows the blindspot of the Sharingan. Using Chiyo’s information, she was able to protect herself from Itachi’s eyes and help Naruto get out of the genjutsu.This gives her the ability to fight even Sharingan users. It’s proven once more in Gaiden when Sakura attacks Shin, who has Sharingan eyes all over his head, from behind his blind spot and almost kills him.

Perfect Chakra Control

But Sakura has been blessed with more than just her high intelligence and her analytical observation skills. Sakura naturally possesses amazing chakra control. In fact, she was able to control it better than anyone else in her class. She showcases this in several arcs.

Starting with the tree climbing training where she was the first one to reach the top. Kakashi notes that Sakura is not only a genjutsu type, but also possesses amazing chakra control, better than even Sasuke. Sakura manages to get through the training exercise with ease and gives Naruto a few tips, who later on gets asked by Sasuke who wanted to know what Sakura had said, as he was struggling as well.

Medical Ninjutsu

To help her teammates, Sakura took matters in her own hands and requested to be trained by the Fifth Hokage, Tsunade Senju. With the help of her perfect chakra control, it didn’t take long until Sakura’s talent for medical ninjutsu blossomed. It had only been two and a half years that had passed since Sakura came under the guidance of Tsunade. In that time frame, Sakura became famous in Konoha for her healing abilities. Mastering medical ninjutsu is extremely difficult, as one must be able to delicately control chakra as well as have extensive knowledge and perseverance.

[“And she has developed into a top medical ninja among those in the village.”] - Databook 3

In fact, by the end of the series, Sakura Haruno had become the best medic known to humankind, thus surpassing her master Tsunade and Shizune.This is thanks to her mastering the Byakugou Seal and Tsunade’s forbidden technique, Creation Rebirth, that allows her to survive any injury and attack with even more power, thus making the technique versatile to its user as it utilises both defense and offense.

Furthermore, the user is also able to transfer their chakra to another person, Sakura does this to Obito in Chapter 685. It’s only thanks to her seal and the massive amount of stored chakra that made it possible for Sakura to help Obito and give him enough chakra to keep his Kamui jutsu active.

The Byakugou Seal is said to be the pinnacle of chakra control, making it very hard to master and control. Aside from Tsunade, Sakura is the only person known who is able to use it, surpassing  Tsunade’s first apprentice, Shizune by the age of just 17.

A medical ninja is never supposed to be at the front lines, as their job it is to heal the wounded, making it their priority to stay alive under any circumstances. However, there is an exception to that rule. Those who can use the Byakugou Seal and Creation Rebirth, are allowed to break that rule and fight at the front lines. Sakura is one of them.

By the age of 17, almost four years since Sakura started to train under the guidance of Tsunade, Sakura had mastered the forbidden technique and the Summoning Jutsu, allowing her to summon the slug, Katsuyu. Together with her summon, Sakura can activate Immense Network Healing, which allows the user to heal a great number of persons simultaneously regardless of distance. While using this technique, the user is linked with Katsuyu and has a sense of what Katsuyu might be encountering on the battlefield, as the slug splits into many parts filled with the user’s chakra before scanning the battlefield for wounded shinobi.

Her summon, Katsuyu, can spit acid strong enough to melt through rocks with ease. The acid boasts such high density and concentration it dilutes even stone, vaporizing it. All things it touches will melt away. There are no setup moves to do before this jutsu’s activation. Thanks to this one can easily strike, catching the enemy unawares, which has the advantage of denying them any opportunity to dodge. Due to its physical and genetic make up, Katsuyu is extremely resistant to damage, as seen during Pain’s attack when Katsuyu absorbed people into its body to protect them. Because of its ability to divide into smaller parts, Sakura is able to summon different parts of Katsuyu anywhere at any given time should the need arise. It can also deconstruct itself entirely, until nothing more than its body fluids are left. This, however, doesn’t weaken Katsuyu at all.

With those abilities, Sakura was able to heal and save thousands of people over the course of the series. This includes people like Naruto, Sasuke, Hinata, Kakashi, Kankuro, Chiyo, a small girl, hundreds of wounded people during the Pain attack, Shikamaru, the entire Shinobi Alliance Force during the war and more.

She is also one of the best when it comes to poisons. Even though Sasori, a member of the Akatsuki, had created a poison to which not even he knew how to create an antidote for, Sakura was able to do just that without much trouble, surprising even Chiyo, who had been sure only the great Tsunade would be able to heal the boy, for Chiyo believed Tsunade was the only one who had better knowledge of poisons than Chiyo herself. Thanks to that, Sakura saved Kankuro’s life as well as her own during her battle with Sasori.

She is also able to create a poisoned Kunai and sleeping bombs.

Sakura is shown to achieve all this by the time she turned 17. Later on, as Databook 4 tells us, Sakura learns all of Shizune’s jutsu, including poison jutsu. This is why Sakura, rightfully so, surpassed her master Tsunade as a Medic nin, and became Konoha’s best known Healer.

Sakura’s strength and evasion skills

Medical Ninjutsu is not the only thing Tsunade has taught her student. Superhuman strength and evasion is what makes Sakura Haruno the best of the best. By sending her chakra straight to her fist and letting it free in the right moment, Sakura is able to destroy nearly everything.

Unlike her master, Sakura doesn’t have to waste chakra on keeping herself young, which means she has more chakra that she can utilise over Tsunade. Which is evident by the fact that Sakura’s punches cause greater damage than Tsunade’s, both with and without the Byakugou activated. This also gets confirmed by the first Hokage, Hashirama Senju, who states that Sakura’s strength could possibly be even greater than Tsunade’s. As a reminder, Tsunade was able to break through Madara’s great Susanoo.

In fact, Sakura’s crater created by her punch in chapter 632 is the biggest one in the manga we’ve seen so far.

Through her strength she was able to defeat countless juubi clones at once in the war. In Gaiden, although she had held back due to her husband needing to question the enemy first, she almost killed Shin by attacking him from behind his blind spot, destroying entire body parts and erupting several of his vital organs. She also destroyed several of Sasori’s puppets and Sasori himself. She killed Pain’s summon with a single punch, saving a little girl in the process.

During the Sealing of Kaguya, Sakura managed something not even Sasuke or Naruto were able to do, attacking Kaguya from above and punching her with such a force that half of her horn broke off. Thanks to chakra enhanced strength, Sakura is able to keep enemies away from her, while still causing damage to them by destroying the ground underneath their feet.

However, Sakura also possesses natural strength. During her fight with Chiyo against Sasori, she lifted a boulder off Chiyo with ease.

[“That beauty and strength… it would seem as though you’ve raised another Tsunade, no?“] - Jiraiya about Sakura

To become a medic, one absolutely must learn the art of evasion.  Sakura was specifically trained in this by her master, Tsunade, who went all out on her pupil during their training. By the time Sakura was fighting Sasori, she had advanced and mastered evasion to the point where she didn’t need Chiyo’s help anymore and was able to evade Sasori’s weapons on her own.

During that fight we also learn that had Tsunade stated that evasion is the most important skill for a medic. Sakura would also learn to fight, for she was the Fifth Hokage’s apprentice and would inherit the power of a true Sannin.

A Leader

To become a Jonin, one must possess the quality to lead others with confidence and competence. Sakura proved herself worthy in several instances.

  • Sakura shows her leadership skills when she instructed the Sand Medic-nins on what to do and bring so she could create an antidote for Sasori’s poison. She later lead the operation on Kankuro.
  • Another display of this is when she took the lead during Pain’s attack and instructed Konoha-nin to evacuate the place seconds after being told how serious and dangerous the situation had become.
  • Furthermore, she motivated the entire Shinobi Alliance Force to not give up and keep fighting, to die fighting rather than die doing nothing.

This is why she rightfully became one of the three Jonin in her generation at age 18/19, together with Shikamaru Nara and Neji Hyuga (who had been promoted before them).

Without Sakura…..:

  • Naruto would have died not once or twice, but three times or possibly even more.
  • Sasuke would have bled to death
  • Hinata would have died
  • Kankuro would have died
  • Hundreds of villagers would have died during Pain’s invasion
  • A large portion of the Shinobi Alliance Force would have died
  • Karin would have died
  • Sasori would still be alive and Gaara would most likely be dead
  • Gaara would have killed Sasuke
  • Sasuke would have been consumed by the curse seal in Forest of Death
  • Sasuke would have no family
  • it would have taken much longer to find out that Zetsu clones had Hashirama’s DNA

More important Databook quotes

[“No matter how many times she’s hurt, she gets up. The unbreakable girl who grows every day.”] - Databook 2

[“ But her strength is her ability to find hope despite odds. With the pride of being a ninja deep in her heart she does not wither but faces all challenges. ”] - Databook 2

[“  In the battle field she was unnoticeable, but she is endlessly heading towards becoming the greatest of female ninjas. ”] - Databook 2

[“ One can see her strong spirit during missions. She erases fears of the opponent, doesn’t back down, and bravely and boldly fights back.  ”] - Databook 2

[“ What moves Sakura is her strong belief in becoming the greatest of female ninjas. She suppresses her fear which is about to explode and fights. Is this not true courage?  ”] - Databook 2

[“ What moves Sakura is her strong belief in becoming the greatest of female ninjas. She suppresses her fear which is about to explode and fights. Is this not true courage?  ”] - Databook 2

You want to know why Sakura is the heroine and the strongest Kunoichi?

You now know why.

-Sasukekun

PS: Special thanks to @xinpaii and @amitds who’ve helped me a lot with this post!

anonymous asked:

Imagine Amren... babysitting the rest of the Inner Circle's children

Rhys: Jeremy, who told you it was okay to cut your own hair?

Jeremy: (shrugs) Aunty Amren said we should learn to do things for ourselves.
—-
Cassian: Laila, do you know where daddy’s siphons went?

Laila: I hid them under my pillow.

Cassian: And why would you hide daddy’s siphons under your pillow?

Laila: That’s where Aunty Amren hides all her sparkly things.
—–
Mor: NOAH. LIVING ROOM. NOW.

Noah: (trudges down the stairs) Yes, mother dearest?

Mor: Why are all the vases filled with goats blood?

Noah: Ms. Amren gave me $50 bucks to do it.
—–
Azriel: Rose, where it your brother?

Rose: (shrugs)

Azriel: Rose?

Rose: Last I saw him, he was sitting in the middle of the stairs to the House of Wind.

Azriel: And why would you leave Oliver there when you know he doesn’t have wings?

Rose: Aunty Amren said we teach people how to treat us. Oliver sent his shadows after me, so I made sure he’d never do it again.
—–
Feyre: Rhys, why does it look like you cut your own hair?

Rhys: Because I did.

Feyre: Why exactly?

Rhys: Because Amren told Jeremy that he should learn to do things for himself so he cut his own hair and i was going to scold him but then i realized that I’d never cut my own hair so it wouldn’t be fair to get mad at him for something I’d never tried so I tried and well….

Feyre: (pinches the bridge of her nose)
—–
Nesta: Laila, why did you paint flowers all over the bathroom mirror?

Laila: Because Aunty Amren said daddy is always ogling his muscles in it because he wants to impress mommy, and I thought they would make him feel pretty.
—–
Noah: Mother’s tits!

Mor: NOAH! LANGUAGE.

Noah: oops.

Mor: Did Amren teach you that?

Noah: No. Uncle Cassian says it when Laila and Aunt Nesta aren’t around.

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Reader x Father!Klaus

Requested by Anon

Part One   Part Two  Part Three

tags: @lost-in-the-stories




“(Y/N) … what is this!” Klaus asked as he fond you sprawled across your bed with piles of grimoires pilled next to you. “Where did you get these?”


“Mom gave it to me, she said that just because you don’t love me, is no reason for me to not know about my heritage.” You mumbled without looking up from the book in front of him.

“Hayley!” Klaus bellowed and Haley walked in with Hope who made herself at home, carelessly shoving your things out of her way. 

“Hey watch it brat!” You spat at her and Klaus glared at you.

“(Y/N) apologise and move so your sister can sit down.” He turned his attention to Hayley who had turned to tell Hope off. “You gave her the Grimoires, I specifically told everyone to keep them away from her.”

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Casting director Douglas Perrett of COACD released a book called “Wild Things” in which he unveiled Polaroid pictures from 2000 to 2010 of future models at their first castings and his first impression of them.

Miranda Kerr – First impression: “She would always do her castings with her blonde friend, another Aussie who would always get the job. She never booked the jobs.”

Chanel Iman – First impression: “Realized how young these kids are. She needed a hug that day.”

Arizona Muse – First impression: “Didn’t get at first; Her hair, her face.”

Elettra Wiedemann – First impression: “Meh.”

Candice Swanepoel – First impression: “Didn’t like her; Found her very Barbie-like.”

Hilary Rhoda – First impression: “Her first season, they begged her to do my shows. Too tall. She later did Balenciaga that season.”

Abbey Lee Kershaw – First impression: “They kept sending her over to hang out. I wasn’t sure why, neither was she.”

Daul Kim – First impression: “We just connected in a nerdy bloggy kind of way; lots of staring and grunting sounds.

Rosie Huntington Whiteley – First impression: “Upbeat character, she seemed to have her eye on the big picture.”

Liu Wen – First impression: “Professional, in and out. Class act.”

theatre au for your otp
  • they work as actors in a theatre and the theatre is putting on phantom of the opera
  • they get cast as raoul and the phantom
  • they are really good actors (and singers) so they think the other likes the girl playing christine
  • so there starts to be a thing that starts with them flirting with the girl to make the other jealous
  • but then because they’re both doing it they start to sort of fight over the girl
  • and they’re really just trying to impress the other
  • and the girl figures it out and she’s gay and has a girlfriend
  • so on the opening night she tells them both she hopes it goes well because her girlfriend is in the audience
  • and they sort of look at each other and look at her and leave blushing furiously
  • and ten minutes later they reappear and the guy playing raoul almost gets killed by hair and makeup because it’s ten minutes till the curtain goes up and his hair is a wreck and several of his shirt buttons are undone and he’s “meant to be a handsome stately count and he looks like he fell in a ditch”
  • and the guy playing the phantom gets off with a warning because he’s not on for a while but “this better not happen again or you’ll be playing joseph buquet and we won’t use a prop”
  • so they don’t make out just before performances again for fear of their lives
  • but the people on the front row can see raoul in the corner watching very intently in point of no return
  • and the phantom is surprisingly gentle with raoul when he is meant to be strangling him
  • and should christine be smirking to the side???? shouldn’t she be horrified that the phantom is trying to kill her fiancé???
  • and the producers are terrified that it’s going to flop because it was glaringly obvious that raoul and the phantom are gay for each other
  • it doesn’t but it is mentioned in every single review that there was a “certain extra tension” between them
  • and all three of them get chewed out for it so after opening night they get back into their heterosexual roles
  • and the girlfriend of the girl playing christine finds it all absolutely hilarious
The Arrangement (Part 12)

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill

Summary (story spoilers): someone delivers some unexpected and unpleasant news, sending you running. Sam and Benny confront Dean, and the three of them go looking for you.

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,500

Warnings (again, spoilers): lots of language, angst, cheating, feelings of betrayal and worthlessness

A/N: Thank you guys for all your patience! My show this weekend went really well! I came in 3rd out of 17 and qualified for Nationals in early May! Hope you enjoy this installment, though I think I’ll have a few upset messages…

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It’s endlessly fascinating, isn’t it?” The noise of the city nearly drowned out her words as she turned up her collar against the wind, reaching for his outstretched hand. 
“What is?” he asked, linking his fingers with hers. Her eyes followed the people crossing the road, latching onto passing cars every now and then, bottom lip caught between her teeth. 
“I just can’t help wondering about all of these people.”
“About all of them?” Laughter laced his voice. It died when he saw the serious look on her face.
“All of them,” she confirmed solemnly, nodding, “every single one. Have you ever thought about how many different stories they have to tell? Look at that man over there-” she pulled her hand free to point at a man carrying a bouquet of flowers further down the street, “what if he just bought flowers for the love of his life, ready to surprise her? What if he takes them to his sick mother to cheer her up? Maybe he was having a bad day and bought them for himself? There are billions of people and they all have a favourite colour and a favourite song they sing along to in the shower. They all have a person that makes their heart beat faster and some of them wake up to an empty bed and wish they wouldn’t. Some of them have their life figured out at the age of sixteen, and others are in their forties and regret all the things they didn’t do when they were young. They worry and they argue and they love and they cry themselves to sleep. They’re all so separate, yet all so connected.” She paused, looking at him with her big round eyes.
“They all have their stories to tell. I sometimes wonder how many stories I’m part of. What impressions I left behind on someone else’s life. If they even remember meeting me.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she smiled and rested his forehead against hers.
“I don’t know about any of these other faceless people,” he said, “but I know about me. I have many stories to tell, but the ones with you in it are my favourite. You have not only left impressions on my life - you made my story ours.
—  stories / n.j.
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I recently commissioned @edorazzi to draw her redesigns of the VF!era Big Three with their hair down (and the corresponding inversion of character hair length from DOTU) and boy lemme tell you it’s one of the better decisions I’ve ever made.  Commission Josie for all your most secret needs, ‘cause she can do magic things

The original Keith, Lance, and Allura redesigns

Bonus:

Lotor’s not used to having the least impressive mane in the room and he’s both highly offended and distressingly turned on

Mind Tease

MInd Tease

Charles X Reader

Warnings : Cuss words some fluff

Prompt: An Imagine where Charles keeps teasing the reader with his power.

Requested by: anon

Charles looks up from the book he is currently reading to see his fiancee pursing her lips while tapping her navy blue pen against her chin, a thing she often did when she was in full concentration mode. Charles smirked to himself while coming up with a full proof yet maniacal plan on how to get her to look at him.

‘La laaa loo’ Charles sang a soft melody to one of the Beatles song he had heard years back.

Not impressed by his melodic voice in her head the (Y/H/C) haired women glares at her grant paper with the most deadliest of glares. She was trying to focus on writing the grant, but how could she do that if her asshole of a fiancee is annoying her.

‘How can I concentrate without you in my head Charles? I am currently busy writing a  grant for the art class. So can YOU PLEASE shut the hell up!’

‘Oh my love , oh my heart, love me, want me, kiss me say you will?’ Charles sang his soft yet seductive song.

(Y/n) throws her pen across the room in frustration, making all eyes turn to her. She did not care in the slightest, she by now is pissed. Standing up from her seat, she stalks towards Charles.

“Charles Xavier, will you stop singing in my head! I am trying to write a grant for my class! This is Important to me!” At this point everyone in the library starts to make the infamous ohhing sound.

To everyone else Charles looks like a kid who had just been caught eating a cookie before dinner, But to his now seething fiancee he was smirking.

“ I am sorry love I just wanted to sing to you” Charles says making the illusion that he is truly sorry but not to (Y/N).

‘I love it when you get mad.’ Charles smirks at (y/n).

(y/n) walks off muttering a series of fuck yous and whys.

making my heart beat again

so, thanks to @startofamoment for the absolutely amazing prompt (this and all the others, which you should check out here!) and to @elsaclack for all her help - hope y’all like it!! (title from stuck like glue, by sugarland)


He’s still chuckling at her screaming sheep prank as he walks out of the break room. He’s ten paces away when he turns back, ready to stick his tongue out at her and yell one last comeback. Except that’s when he sees it: the Double Tuck.

His first thought is of Rosa and her scarily accurate Amy impression and then all of a sudden that won’t leave his head. Amy’s put her phone away, is pouring a packet of sugar into her coffee, and he’s standing completely still with the image of Rosa smiling and tucking her hair behind both ears overlaid on images of Amy doing the same thing. It replays for maybe a second or maybe an hour or maybe a month – he can’t really be sure because his stomach is bottoming out and his foot is tapping uncontrollably and every rational thought in his mind is on hiatus. Then, finally, the buzzing in his brain stops and he hears Rosa talking about how, “When Amy really likes someone…”

And his feet are moving.

He’s not sure what he’ll do when he gets to the break room. He has no plan, no inkling of what he wants to say to her. But she likes him and he keeps repeating it to himself in his head so that the words take on rhythm as he walks – shelikesmeshelikesmeshelikesme – and then he’s at the door of the break room, putting his hand on the handle.

She looks so beautiful that it takes whatever breath he still had away for a moment – her forehead is a bit scrunched in the way it is when she’s focused on a difficult problem as she pours milk into her mug with the precision of a scientist. Her hair is falling like curtains around her face, largely obstructing his view, and he takes a moment, as he always does, to wonder what it would be like to touch it.

And then he remembers: she maybe likes him so he’ll maybe get to find out.

That sobering thought brings him crashing back to reality. His stomach, which had been swooshing back and forth, settles. His mouth closes, his teeth clacking together with the speed of the movement. His hand falls limply off the doorknob. Because he has no idea what comes next.

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Tyler Seguin - Reputation to Keep Up

Team: Dallas Stars

Requested: Yes: Can you do a Tyler Seguin or William nylander one!? Something like they accidentally make you feel insecure, maybe they say something to upset you or whatever and he doesnt think anything of it but it upsets you and you go all how quiet and stuff like that but he doesnt realise it and it takes one of the other boys to point it out to them. Please, if you dont mind babe ❤

Edited: Yes

Word count: 839

Summary: He says something to upset you and one of his teammates points it out

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So last night...

So I was cosplay as Sans last night on Omegle, enjoying myself and playing around with different Undertale fans. I saw like, two dicks. Neither were impressive or wanted. 

But one thing really got me in the heart, and that was a little girl. She didn’t look more then 7…8 years old, right? Real small, braided hair, big eyes and everything.

At first, I started up on the chat with her like I would, making a peace sign and waving, and she literally flipped her shit. She started screaming and giggling and waving at me like, “SANS!! SANS!! Hi!! I didn’t know you were real!!” And all I could literally do was laugh and smile like a dumbass under this hot rubber mask.

So right when I say hi and all the casual Sans things, she jumps up, telling me to wait just a sec and that, “I have something that makes me part skeleton just like you!” She bolts off and I just wait, cause I’m not gonna click off randomly while she’s so excited. She comes back like, five minutes later with a big bottle of ketchup. I start giggling and giving her thumbs up and just- reacting to everything she says!

But then, a wave of protective instinct starts washing over me- Like, even while she’s talking to me, I cant stop listening even when my own girlfriend is calling! ((I’m super sorry about that @strife-kind!)) I start telling myself, “You know, there are a bunch of nasty, horrible people on here who would take advantage of this little girl. Fuck that noise, I’m gonna stay on here till she falls asleep.”

I literally stayed up till 3am talking and chatting with this little girl, and she starts yawning and mumbling and I’m like “Hey, kiddo. It was awesome talking to you- youre such an awesome human kid! But uh- maybe you should head to bed. Kids like you need lots of rest to kill monsters like me.” And she just smiles dopily and nods, before blowing me a kiss and I catch it. She ends the chat, and I go one round around the bend to make sure she’s in bed and not still chatting. She’s not, and I’m happy.

The next person I talk to literally was the cutest kid, looked about 12 years old. He started implying I was in love with Toriel and I, playing along, started blushing and pulled my hood over my head and crossed my arms, the whole thing. He makes me PROPOSE to her and I did! I drew a paper board in bone letters asking if she will marry me, and when “Toriel” said yes, he literally flipped out and started giggling madly. Cutest kid ever. Sorry to say he had to get off before I could wish him a good night, but man…

Protective Sans syndrome just….WOOSH.

Don't Forget (Poe Dameron x reader)

I finally finished my first star wars imagine, a Poe x reader! I’m really proud of this one 😊 keep sending me star wars request pls.
Aaanyway I never had a personal instagram, just a fan account one, so I wanted to start a personal one (Yay!) follow @hesragnorssoulmate on insta and I’ll follow you back! 🤗

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X X X

(Y/n) and Ben Solo were both strong with the force, but unlike Ben, she wasn’t obsessed with it.
Her parents had sent Ben away with their uncle Luke when he said he wanted to train as a jedi. They offered her the training as well, but she refused. She’d rather train with her father and became a pilot. She spent years and years of her life inside the millennium falcon. When the falcon was stolen, she was devastated, but she eventually moved on and chose an X-wing.
The time Ben turned to the dark side, it was the worst time in her life. Han Solo left her and Leia, blaming himself for what happened. Luke went missing.
(Y/n) had lost her brother, uncle, and father in a matter of days.
Soon after that, The First Order started attacking the new republic, and that’s why (Y/n) and Leia started recruiting resistance pilots.
(Y/n) was the best pilot into the resistance. Until he came.
She was recruiting pilots from Yavin 4 when she met him.
“What’s you’re name?” (Y/n) had asked him the first time he met. He was cute, she thought.
“Dameron,” he answered with a wide grin, like a kid on his first day of school, “Poe Dameron.”
“All right, Poe, let’s see what you’ve got,” she had answered.
He climbed in the X-wing and lifted off.
He was good, (Y/n) thought.
But she was proven wrong as soon as Poe flew through his first obstacle.
He was really good.
He went through the track with ease. He didn’t even come close to hitting anything, something (Y/n) could never do on this godawful obstacle.
He came out of the fighter plane, his hair ruffled with a confident smile that said ‘I know I impressed you.’
“Wow.”
It was the only thing she said that day.
Soon after Poe was recruited, he became the best pilot in the resistance, making (Y/n) fall for the second spot. She tried to hate him, she really did, but she just can’t.
She even became Poe’s best friend.
Her feelings grew for him over the years but she kept it hidden in fear that he did not return them.
X X X
She joined the fight against the first order that day.
No matter how many attacks they triggered on the x-wing, none of them hit her, because she knew the fighter plane in the back of her hand. She maneuvered sideways, making the blast that came from the first order fighter hit one of its own.
“Well done, (Y/n),” praised Poe through the headpiece. “Thanks,” she said confidently, the color red creeping into her cheeks. She can’t help but notice that Poe ever only congratulated her on a perfect maneuver, never anyone else.
She shook herself out of her thoughts. Get your head back in the game, (Y/n), she thought to herself.
And suddenly she felt it. A sudden pang in her chest like a rope was snapped and all the connections were lost. Something empty; something wrong with the force. She didn’t exactly know what it was but her mind went blank. She lost something, she knew, but she couldn’t tell what she lost.
“(Y/n)?(Y/n)!” someone shouted in her head. Who was it? Why does the voice sounded so familiar.
Poe.
She snapped back into her self to find out that she was plummeting down. She frantically pulled the controller and lifted herself back up. She heard a sigh on the other end of the line.
“I-I’m sorry I was… distracted,” (Y/n) said, trying to explain the accident that nearly took her life.
X X X
That connection, that goddamn snapped connection was Han Solo.
How could she not have known?
When Rey told her what happened, she felt a hollowness in her heart, that she could finally understand what, or rather who, she was missing, along with the realization that she’ll never get him back.
Han was just never her father, he was also a mentor, a teacher, and someone to look up to.
Her father’s death really shook her.
The feeling strongest in her was guilt; guilt that she never went after her father, guilt that she was celebrating her victory over the starkiller base when her father was killed.
By her own brother.
She sworn that day that whoever he is now, he is not her brother, and she will bring Ben back from the ashes of Kylo Ren.
X X X
“General Organa,” saluted Poe. “Have you seen (Y/n)?”
“She’s in her room,” Leia said blankly. She could see that the general was scared. She was scared of losing (Y/n) after everyone else she lost. (Y/n) was her anchor in the world. All hope that’s left of in her. “Don’t bother. She won’t talk to anybody. Not Rey, not beebee-ate, not threepio. Not even me.” she said that last part with pain, like a thousand needles prickling her voice.
“I’ll have to try, general.”
X X X
A knock sounded on her door.
(Y/n) decided to ignore it. Must’ve been Rey again, or the annoying threepio who couldn’t help her grief, or beebee-ate trying to roll through her door. Or maybe it was Leia.
The knock sounded again. Man, whoever was behind the door was stubborn.
“Go away, mom,” she stiffled a cry from under her breath.
“It’s me, (Y/n),” said a familiar, soothing voice. “Poe,” she whispered under her breath. “Go away,” she urged him.
“No,” he said stubbornly from behind the door, “even if you don’t let me in, I’ll stay out here all day to annoy you.”
A soft click after a fair amount of silence was heard from the door as it slid open. “What do you want?” asked (Y/n). Her hair was messy, and her eyes were red from crying. She had a frown on her face.
But yet, he still thought she looked beautiful.
“I just want to talk,” said Poe. (Y/n) sighed and stepped away to let him in. When he got in, he did something unexpected.
He hugged her.
It was one of those hugs where they seem to melt into each other. His arms gripped her, leaving her breathless as he held onto her. (Y/n) lost track of where her body stops and Poe’s begin. With one last choking squeeze, Poe let her go, looking at fresh tears that stained her face.
But she didn’t want to let go.
This time, it was (Y/n) who embraced Poe, wrapping her arms around his neck as she engulfed herself into his shoulders, silently sobbing. Poe returned her gesture almost immediately, and it was clear neither of them would ever want to let go.
They stood there in each others’ arm, not saying a word, but Poe knows what she wants.
“Don’t let go,” begged (Y/n) urgently, softly digging her nails into his back. “I won’t,” He reassured.
“Stay with me,” sobbed (Y/n). Her voice was raspy, it almost sounded like a low growl, “Stay with me and make me forget about my father. Make me forget about my brother. Make me forget about my uncle. Make me forget about everyone. Everyone.”
Poe ran his fingers through her hair. They were not the softest hair Poe ever felt. Her hair was rough, worn out by battle and the helmets she put on her head and the radiation and smoke she worked with, but Poe did not care. It was hers, and everything about her makes him fall in love deeper every time. “Even me?” Asked Poe gently, “Do you want to forget about me, too?” There was a sharp edge in his voice, the kind of edge that can cut through glass.
“No,” she whispered quietly, “Not you.”
Poe smiled and kissed her forehead and breathed, “You don’t have to forget.” Poe pulled his head back to look at her tear-stained face, but his arms were still around her. “Do you who I see in your eyes?” Poe asked her.
“My father,” she guessed, a little choking sound at the edge, “Everyone always tells me that I have his eyes.”
To her surprise, Poe shook his head. “I see you, (Y/n),” said Poe, caressing her cheeks. “Han had the eyes of someone who regretted that he had forgotten so much. You have the eyes of someone who wants to forget,” Poe trailed her jaw gently, “Don’t forget, (Y/n). Don’t make the mistakes your father made. Make him-.”
Poe trailed off, afraid of what effect the word he was about to say brings to (Y/n).
Proud.
That word echoed in her head endlessly, drowning in her thoughts. That was all she ever wanted to do. Make her father proud. “I want to,” (Y/n) gulped, lowering her head in the process,“Make him proud.”
“He already is,” Poe assured, tilting her head back into its original position, “I saw it in his eyes.”
For the first time that day, (Y/n)’s eyes twinkled. “You think so?”
Poe nodded and lifted his other hand to her cheek, so both of them were caressing her face. (Y/n)’s hand moved to his waist.
And hey stood there, not talking to each other, a cloak of silence separating them from everything else in the universe.
I love you, Poe wanted to say.
But he was going to save it for another moment.

The Morning Of

Part four of A Triple Threat


Part One, Part Two, Part Three, You Are Here


It was the day Gwen and David would go the the Social Service worker’s, Austin’s, office where they had scheduled an appointment with the agency to meet with Max.

“Gwen!” David yelled down the stairs to Gwen.”

“What!?” She yelled back.

“Have you seen my tie!?”

“No!” Gwen called back, climbing the stairs so she wouldn’t have to keep yelling. She met a worried looking David at the top, “Why do you even need your tie?”

“Because we’re seeing Max today!” David said like it wa the most obvious thing in the world.

“Okay, yeah, but you don’t have to make a good impression on Max. He already knows you.” Gwen raised an eyebrow. David frowned in response.

“But, I want him to know that I still care enough to make an effort. Don’t you?” He tilted his head a little.

He had Gwen there.

“Ugh, fine okay. I’ll help you look for your tie if you do my hair, then.” Gwen relented.

“Yes! Okay! I think it’s in my bedroom!” David said, grabbing Gwen’s hand and dragged her to the bedroom.

Gwen’s hand prickled when David grabbed it, but she brushed it off.

After a few minutes of looking, Gwen found it hanging in the closet.

“How did you even miss that?” Gwen asked, as she sat on the floor in front of David who was armed with hairspray, a brush, some pins and an elastic.

“I guess I was more nervous than I thought.” David admitted, smiling sheepishly.

‘Guess so.” Gwen laughed. “Hey, are you almost done up there? I’m getting sick of this.”

“Almost, almost. I just need to pin some hair back.” David said as he tugged her hair through the elastic.

A few minutes later and a spritz or two with hairspray and she was done. David had done her hair into a braided halo.

Gwen admired her hair in David’s mirror.

“It looks great, thanks.” She smiled at him.

“Anything for my CBFL. Now let’s go! We’re going to be late!” David said, charging down the stairs.

“David!” Gwen yelled after him, “We still have twenty minutes before we need to leave!

“Late!” David yelled back.

Gwen heard the screen door slam shut and knew it was too late to stop him now.

That, and that she had to haul ass.

Gwen wasn’t out the door for another ten minutes. She had to grab her jacket, David’s jacket, her wallet, David’s wallet, and the car keys.

She found herself thinking fondly about how David was amazingly forgetful.

She stepped out into the crisp coldness of October and into the even colder car. The heater hadn’t kicked in yet, making her incredibly grateful for her jacket.

That in mind, she handed David his.

“Oh, thank you, Gwen!” David grinned at her, and tried to maneuver into his jacket without unbuckling. It took a few minutes but he eventually worked it out.

Not long after they were on the road.

David chattered pointlessly about this and that, Gwen knew it was his nerves so she listened.

One thought was ever present in both of their minds, however.

“Somebody fucking has to.”

“Sparks” Chris Beck Fic (let me know if you want more :))

Summary:
After your parents’ relentless pursuit to control your life, you find yourself in a situation that will lead to disaster. A fake engagement, real emotions, and Chris Beck. What could go wrong?

Chris Beck x Reader

Word Count: 3,327

Notes: Fluff, angst, small part of nudity. let me know what you think :)

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A Touch of Iron [1/1]

Fantasy Pretzel Week: Day Seven: Prompt: Any Modern Trope in a Nymph/Fae/Elves AU.

I went with fake dating/green card marriage! Thank you so much @seastarved for arranging this week, I’ve had a blast! This one’s T, 2,911 words, and open to more if you enjoy folks, so do let me know :D.

It’s an accident of course, these things always are.

She knew she should be home before the sun touched the horizon - every child of the forest knew that - but she’d been distracted, another argument about suitors with her grandmother still buzzing through her head as the dew rose around her feet, the swish of her practice sword through the long grass covering the sound of the flutes until she was almost upon them.

And now it’s too late.

They surround her, the invisible boundary she’d dared to cross shimmering behind them as they circle her with huge, overbright eyes, thin lips drawn back to show off their needle-like teeth.

“Well, well, well,” titters the closet creature, his voice pure as bells even though villainy is written in every scale of his skin. “Whatever do we have here, dearie?”

“Princess Emma of the Enchanted Forest,” she snaps, her shoulders back and her chin held high as she fights to keep the tremble out of her voice. “I demand release!”

The fae laugh, a sound like shattering glass, and creep closer. Some of the smaller ones begin to tug at the edges of her cloak, at the ends of her hair. The one who’d spoken smiles like a crocodile and runs a long, thin finger over her cheek.

“But you interrupted our dance, dear princess! And you know what happens to girls who dance with the fairies, don’t you?”

She juts her chin out further and says nothing. The fairy pouts, the setting sun making his skin glimmer.

“If we like you,” he says. “We keep you.”

“And if we don’t!” cry the smaller ones, taking each other’s hands and spinning around them both until she’s dizzy with watching them, their bodies fading into a swirl of pink and green and gold. “And if we don’t!”

The male smiles again takes her face in his bony hands and breathes magic over her skin.

“We don’t.”

And the world falls away.

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Training Begins

Originally posted by isitdonproof

Jason Todd x Reader

Request: Can I please have a Jason Todd imagine where he’s dating the reader and when she comes to know he’s red hood he teaches her self defense and stuff because he wants her to be able to protect herself if he ever isn’t around. And also how to use a gun so he puts his arms around her and stuff? Thank you!!

Word Count: 1440


Y/N had been asleep for a couple of hours when she heard a banging on her door. Her body had shot up in bed when she heard the loud noise, looking over to the clock it read two a.m. She didn’t have any clue who would be waking her up at this ungodly hour. Slowly she got up and out of bed, grabbing the pair of sweats the laid beside her bed on the floor. Sliding them on as she hopped out of her bedroom before she reached her door, she grabbed the bat that sat beside her couch. With the bat behind her back, she leaned up to look through the peep hole but she couldn’t see anyone. Slowly she began to unlock the door, opening the door slightly, she peeked through the gap; there was a man and he looked quite injured.

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Of Course

Jughead x Reader

Request: the reader is new to Riverdale and is a lot like Jughead and he’s immediately interested in them but is too awkward to talk to them so Veronica plays matchmaker?

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1,925

A/N: I wanted to post a cute one before i post one that’s angst central tomorrow. Also I changed it so the reader is instantly interested bc if it wasn’t that way i would have to write in third person and I wasn’t feeling that (but like ps Jughead likes her instantly too you just can’t see in his brain.)


Of course, your parents had to get a divorce in the middle of your Sophomore year. Of course, your mom had to gain the majority of the custody. So of course, you were forced to move across the state to a small town called Riverdale and enroll in a different school. And to top it all off, of course this town just got done solving the murder of Jason Blossom, and so it’s not even interesting anymore.

You start just a few days after winter break, walking into the school about an hour before class is supposed to begin, without a clue where to go. You adjust your bag on your shoulder, holding your head up high. You are going to fake it until you make it.

You try to follow the signs to the principal’s office to get your schedule and locker, but end up getting turned around in the hallways of Riverdale High. You turn another corner to see if you can put yourself back on track when you run into someone, knocking the books out of their hands.

“I’m so sorry, oh my god.” you say, kneeling down to help them pick up their things. You look up to see a girl with shoulder length black hair and soft eyes.

“You’re fine, don’t worry about it.” she says, joining you on the ground, but you have already picked everything up. You hand her stuff back to her and wipe yourself off.

You turn around and try to swallow the shame of everything that just happened. You can’t believe that this was going to be your first impression on the student body, a clumsy girl who doesn’t know what she’s doing.

“Hey, wait!” you hear the girl calling from behind you, so you turn around, “I haven’t seen you around before, are you new here?” she asks.

You give her a small laugh with a smile, exhaling the words, “Yeah, is it that obvious?”

“Just a little.” she gives me a wink, putting the bags you had knocked down a few moments before in her book bag, “but never fear, I will help you blend in seamlessly.”

“Thanks, but I should probably know your name first.” you point out.

“I’m Veronica.” she says, “But you can call me Ronnie.” She stands there with her hands on hips, but not in a threatening way, but a welcoming way, if that’s even possible. She exudes confidence, and just being around her makes you feel more secure in your new surroundings.

“I’m (Y/N).”  

“Well, (Y/N), let me be the first to officially welcome you to Riverdale High, and thank you for taking the title of new girl away from me.” she says with a small laugh, gesturing around, “Where’s your first class?”

“I actually need to find the office to get my class schedule.” you tell her.

“Follow me.” she raises her eyebrows, gives you another smile,  and starts walking down the hall. You follow right beside her, entering the office a few moments later.

She gets your schedule and locker number, and a surprised yet excited look comes over her face.

“What is it?” you ask, looking at her.

“Your first class is with a very good friend of mine. Come on.” She leads you out of the office and down the hall to a locker that looks just like all the others.

There’s a boy standing at the locker next to yours, with a peculiar looking beanie on, getting his books out.

“Hey Jughead.” Ronnie says, walking over and standing next to him. She hands you the paper and you put in the combination to your locker and it opens right up. You don’t have anything to put into it just yet, so you kind of just stand there for a moment.

“I’m (Y/N).” you introduce yourself to the boy, really taking a look at him this time. He’s lean, but fit in all the right places. His jet black hair falls out of the edge of his beanie in the perfect way, almost as if it was a dark ocean. His hands rest in his pockets as he stares at you, and then your eyes meet. This is the moment when you know that you’re going to ask about him later. His eyes are a beautiful sort of hazel color, you can’t really tell, but you could get lost in them forever. He gives you a little half smile, holding your gaze for what seems like a moment too long.

“Like she said, Jughead.” he looks over to Ronnie and then back to you, almost like he’s trying to communicate something with her that you’re not too aware of.

“(Y/N) is in your first period English class, take her there.” she says, definitely a statement rather than a question. He raises his eyebrows at her, but she’s already sauntering down the hallway.

He turns back to you, cheeks turning an odd shade of red. You have to stop yourself from doing the same, trying not to notice how close he is when you both close your lockers and begin to follow him down the hall in the opposite direction of Ronnie.

“I’m not really the best welcome committee,” he says, shrugging his shoulders and looking down at his feet when he walks, “not entirely sure why she left that up to me.”

“I think you’re doing a pretty fine job.” you say with a smile, and then mentally kick yourself. There is no way that this mysterious bad boy is going to like you, no way in hell. He’s going to turn into the boy that you just see in English, and that’s it. Whatever spark of attraction you have for him you try to bury, but then you look over at him again and it resurfaces.

Of course you have to fall for the guy who won’t pay you any attention. You sight. It’s going to be a long day.


A few weeks later, you’re finally settled in at Riverdale High. Ronnie still talks to you all the time, and you even hang out with her friends sometimes after school, which include Jughead. You keep catching him staring at you, and you’re pretty sure he keeps catching you staring at him. Everything he says you become infatuated with, it’s always so well-thought out and calculated. Whenever his head isn’t in his laptop, he’s being either very thoughtful or a total wisecrack, but you don’t mind either. He jokes around with you the most, and the rest of the group notices. He becomes more relaxed when you enter the room, and his overall aura changes whenever you speak or make eye contact. Ronnie notices everything, but doesn’t say anything. You push it off as just making a new friend, and getting to know them, but you can’t deny the crush starting to form.  You’re slowly becoming part of the group, and so you keep your feelings to yourself as you don’t want to ruin it, but you’re glad that you bumped into Ronnie on the first day of school.

Jughead looks at you from his locker, putting away his books for the day.

“Come up with anything for the poetry assignment?” he asks, trying to make conversation.

You give him a cheeky smile and say, “I’m not sure. Something dark and mysterious probably.”

That gets a small chuckle out of the boy. You close your locker and turn to walk down the hall out the front doors.

“(Y/N)!” he calls out to you. You turn around, continuing to walk backwards.

“Yeah?” you yell back, wondering if what he has to say will be something of importance.

“Make it rhyme.” is all he says, a huge smile on his face.

You shake your head as you turn back around, walking out of the school as the final bell rings, when Ronnie comes up beside you. You jump a bit, not expecting her.

“Hey (Y/N).” she says, linking arms with you at the elbows.

“Hey.” you say, looking at her up and down.

“So, Jughead…” she begins, and you immediately stop and turn to her.

“What do you know?” you ask.

“I know that you like him…” she begins, a sly smile coming over her face, “and that he likes you.”

“He does not.” you immediately deny.

“Have you seen the way he looks at you?” she asks, putting her hands on your shoulders.

“I mean…” you have noticed the stared, but you don’t want to admit it. Admitting it means that you actually want him to like you back.

“Pop’s, 7:00 tonight, come alone.” she says before you can finish, walking away before you can object.

“Sure! Of course I’ll go.” you yell in a sarcastic tone  to her as she fades from view. You roll your eyes, wondering what in the world she has in store.


Later that night, you walk into Pop’s just like she instructed. You look around, but can’t seem to find her.

However, you do see a familiar beanie behind a laptop screen. Sensing her plan, you walk over and take the seat next to him.

“So did Ronnie send you here too?” you ask him, being braver than you thought you would be.

“What?” he says, a bit startled, but then looks up from his screen and over at you. “Oh, hey (Y/N). No, I come here every night. Why would she?” he gives you a puzzled look, raising his eyebrows. He can tell there’s something up for sure.

“No reason.” you say, trying to backpedal out of the mess you just made, your cheeks turn a dark shade of pink, and you can see him smiling at you out of the corner of your eye.

“I think there’s a reason, I just don’t think you’re telling me.” he presses, looking at you dead on. Only then do you realize that your thighs are touching, and that he’s incredibly close.

“I… I think she’s trying to play matchmaker.” you say all in one breath as you shake your head, then continue. “I think she has this absurd idea that you like me.”

“I wouldn’t call it absurd.” he says under his breath with a small laugh, going back to his laptop.

You’re so busy being embarrassed that you barely catch that he says this. Once it processes you turn back to look at him.

“What?” you ask, your heart beating faster and faster.

He looks at you once more, and his cheeks start turning red just like yours.

“I- uhm-” he stumbles, nervousness written all over his face, not normally a frequent emotion with him. Just then, a girl who’s sitting in the booth next to this one in a black hoodie and sunglasses, with her back to both of you  turns around.

She tilts her glasses down so you guys can see her face.

It’s Ronnie. Of course. 

“Just kiss her already.” she says before getting up and leaving, giving you a wink on the way out before putting her sunglasses back into place.

“I-Uh-” it was your turn to stumble, looking from the now empty booth next to you, and then back to him.

He doesn’t look nervous anymore, but instead cuts you off from your stammering by leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on your lips, cupping your face.

It’s over all too soon, and with your foreheads pressed together he asks, “Go on a date with me?”

And all you can say is, “Of course.”


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Some Things About Leia Organa and Her Hair

So I’ve been considering doing a post about this for a while and since there’ve been a lot of discussions about Leia recently I figured ‘why not’?

So, some things about Leia and her hair from a person who is living with hair LONGER than Leia’s is depicted in ROTJ and has been for quite a long time.

Please bare with me while I learn to use this thing.

1. She is inevitably asked by someone if her hair is real every time she tries a new style.

2. As a child she would wear her hair down when she was at home but as she grows (along with her hair) it becomes a less common occurrence because her hair is to much to deal with down. (Exceptions are made for headaches. Sometimes.)

3. On the way to Bespin Han asked her to wear it down and she refused (5 times) until she finally un-braided it all for him to see how long it is. (Han stops asking.)

4. Breha taught Leia to do her hair and Leia keeps some of her pins to tuck into her hair, even once they’re worn out and no longer keep anything in place.

5. She never has enough bobby pins.

6. Or hair ties.

(She asks Chewie to buy her some while on a supply run. He brings back exactly what she asks for and refuses any payment.)
7.On the way to Bespin she teaches Han simple styles and techniques; how to divide hair for a braid, how and where to pin them, what styles are good for what, and, his personal favorite, how to find all of the pins.

8. Hair, on Alderaan is tradition and modesty and necessity. It takes Leia some time to learn this but it takes her even longer to realize that other places don’t share the same customs.

9. A particularly rude Ambassador once inquired as to why she wore her hair “like a common peasant.” She hit him. (She later discovers that the people on his planet only bind their hair if they must work. She never apologizes.)

10. Leia is distraught over Jaina’s refusal to have her hair done and she cries the night Jaina comes home with it chopped short. (She thought she was going to get the chance to pass on the things her mother taught her.)

11. There is a crisis (because there is always a crisis) on some midrim world they happen to be on and a law is passed saying that to leave any hair must be shaved to the skull. Han promises to stay with her until the decree is lifted and he teaches her how to wrap her hair in scarves the way he remembers his mother doing.

12. The Rogues tell her mood by her hair. Han tells the political climate. Luke tells the weather.

13. One time, trying to be helpful, Luke brings her images of various hairstyles from the holonet. Leia is forced to tell him that anything that is pictured with hair shorter than hers will never work like the pictures but agrees to try some anyway.

14. Her hairstyle on Bespin is not something she’s ever seen done before but Han created the beginnings of it one night when she allowed him to braid her hair.

15. The style becomes one of her favorite elegant styles. She wears it on their wedding day.

16. She’s not one for overly adorning her hair but she has a handful of decorative clips, two hair sticks in different styles, a circlet and a diadem, all of which are very simple.

17. Her circlet was created for her when she was born, elegant gold twisting and coiling with one small sapphire set in it. After the war it was thought to be lost. That is, until it turned up, along with jewelry that had been in an exhibit about the designer. They found the diadem there too. It had been her mother’s, and it was quite simple, silver with small diamonds. (Her mother always said it was a day diadem, for formal events before sundown.)

18. After the event with Jaina’s hair Leia says nothing. She sits at her dressing table and does her own hair, leaving the door open for her daughter just in case.

19. Han built her a stool for the ‘fresher on the Falcon so that she can sit in front of the mirror and be at just the right height to do her hair.

20. The Rogues timed her once on doing her hair. She took out two braided buns and turned them into four braids coiling around her head. It took her 20 minutes to do the whole thing. They were impressed.

21. Jaina eventually begins allowing her mother to style her hair again for formal events. It’s quite short but Leia is quite skilled. After Jaina turns 18 Leia allows her to wear the circlet but Jaina rarely agrees, saying she’s not the real Princess.

22. There’s a rumor that Leia can do her hair faster than Han can tear apart, clean and reload his blaster. This is untrue. They tried it once. Han was 11 seconds faster.

23. When her friends get married Leia does their hair. For Winter it was a traditional coronet that looks like a tiara with the right pins. For Mara it was a waterfall of braids that she has only ever replicated for Mara on she and Luke’s 10th anniversary. The list goes on.

24. When Jag proposed Jaina began growing her hair out while trying not to make it seem obvious. The morning of the wedding she waits at her mother’s dressing table until Leia emerges from the ‘fresher. With tears in her eyes, Leia braids the diadem into her daughter’s hair and realizes how much she wished her mother had been there to do this for her.

25. After Bespin Leia allows her hair to become a mess. Finally a kind Alderaani survivor comes and washes and braids Leia’s hair, saying that it won’t do them any good to find Captain Solo if he has no one to come back for.

26. Leia would never cut her hair. She won’t even consider it.

27. Han establishes a rule that if he takes her hair out at night he either has to rebraid it before they go to sleep or he has to help her brush it in the morning. He figures this is a fair rule since he’s usually responsible for the mess it is. 

28. She teaches Jacen how to do hair and he’s always excited when his daughter tells her friends that her dad made the elaborate twists and coils.

29. Breha used time together doing hair as a way to teach her daughter about the galaxy but Leia stopped dreaming of a daughter of her own during the war.

30. Jaina is stubborn and “far to like Han” but she learned far more from her mother than Leia ever thought she did. She always tells her friends that beauty is often seen as a softness and lack of strength but she’s never seen anyone look more beautiful, and still kick butt, than her mother. Being focused on ones hair or make up or clothes isn’t something to be frowned upon, because you never see it coming when they can win a fight in an alley.

(Hoping this makes sense, I have a major headache. (: )