okay so in my highschool au lee and sakura have perfect glowing skin and narutos acne is awful and getting out of hand so sakura and lee have an Intervention.
every day for a week they do the spot treatment, then the week after that a Lot of peels, and then from there is clearing and moisturizing the fuck out of his face bc he probably washes it like, every second day and doesnt give a shit
they hang out at lee or sakuras place doing face masks and talking. its a lot of fun trying out all the stuff that they’ve collected
i, for one, am personally offended by how nicely harry tans. like, how are you gonna walk around looking like and english rose in fall/winter, giving snow white a run for her money, and then turn into a european exchange student after getting 3 seconds of sun? RUDE
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This one is dedicated to @permanentcross, simply because she’s the best. E has listened to me ramble on and on about this story for longer than anyone should have to. She’s the inspiration behind many things beneath the cut, all of which I will leave up to your own interpretation.
Without further adieu, I present you with Nine Months…
Lame adaptations and sequels are always like, “how can Mina go back to her stifling Victorian marriage after her experience with the dark, seductive Dracula??”
Meanwhile, Mina marries her best friend, who she’s known since they were children, who she share common interests with, they build a home together, work as partners, make immense sacrifices for each other, support each other through their traumas.
Guys, a marriage isn’t stifling and restrictive just because two people… get along, I guess?
Prompt (AU) : Harry took his anger out in sex-and you weren’t supposed to do that. He would go to the bar and find others just as terrible and lonely as him, drink, and then sink his sorrows into anything with breast and a hole were to put it. Niall always rolled his eyes the next morning and say to Harry “you’re a proper dick, yeh know that right?”, to which Harry would lift his middle finger up and respond with, “if soulmates are real she would love me anyhow.”
“Harry when you meet her your life will change,” Anne says, handing him a cup of tea.
Harry rolls his eyes, “I don’t care to meet her. It’s all bullshit,” Harry grumbles.
There were very few things that bugged Y/N in life. Y/N
hated when people didn’t use their turn signals when driving, or when people
walked too slow in front of her, or when people rolled their eyes or stared at
her, but she absolutely loathed when people wouldn’t respect her choice and try
and force her to talk. It was clear, crystal clear, that she wasn’t much of a
talker, and yes or no questions where the good route to go, but when people
edged her on she got upset.
For example, Harry just couldn’t wrap his mind around how
his other half would not utter a single word to him. Y/N had written down on a
whiteboard that she was ‘mute’ and would really prefer if Harry stayed away
from the label. She explained that even though he was her soulmate (and she would
love to be open with him) talking just didn’t seem like something she was ready
She watched as Harry rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, and
frowned. She could feel his annoyance (literally) and she wanted to stub her
toe on the table just to tick him off, but she felt like it was rude and she
didn’t want to put herself through the pain as well.
“So like what? I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life
with someone who won’t talk to me?” Harry asked, his eyes on her as she walks
down the hallway of her apartment complex.