Whenever Draco has a bad day, Harry buys him flowers.
The first time it happens, Draco comes home from work with a scowl on his face. He just got some really bad news and knows the next few weeks will be hell for him. When Harry asks about his day, he doesn’t say anything. He knows, if he opens his mouth now, he will only snap at Harry and he really isn’t in the mood to fight. Not after the day he had. So he sits there, throughout their dinner, saying nothing.
When he gets up to take a shower, he catches Harry gazing at him sadly. Draco knows Harry is only worried about him, but this gets him even more irritated. Because now, on top of his bad mood, he feels guilty for making Harry feel this way.
Taking a shower normally relaxes him, but when he walks into his and Harry’s bedroom, his muscles are still tense and the scowl still won’t leave his face. The crease between his brows deepens even more when he sees something odd on his bedside table. That bouquet of peonies wasn’t there before. When he hears Harry enter the bedroom, Draco doesn’t turn around.
“Do I look like a girl, Potter?” he grumbles through gritted teeth. Why would Harry get him flowers? Harry doesn’t reply. Instead, Draco feels his arms wrap around his waist from behind. When Harry starts nuzzling his hair, Draco sighs and puts one of his hands on Harry’s.
Harry is only trying to cheer him up. And although Draco would never admit it out loud, getting flowers from his boyfriend is… kind of nice.
From this day on, whenever Draco comes home grumpy or moody, Harry will excuse himself quickly and return with a bouquet of sunflowers, or daisies, or hydrangeas… sometimes Draco doesn’t even know the name of the flowers Harry gets him. The only thing he knows is, it warms his heart when Harry is standing in front of him, smiling almost shyly, with a big bouquet in his arms.
So now, Draco isn’t that irritated anymore, when he had a bad day at work. He’s still moody and grumpy, he can’t control that, but he also knows that Harry will buy him flowers. And while they’re beautiful and Draco always admires and appreciates them for as long as they’re on his bedside table, it’s about so much more than just the flowers.
It reminds Draco of how thoughtful Harry is. It’s a sweet little gesture that reassures Draco.
ARIES:flattened paper boats scattered like the remains of a murdered animal along a dried up river, rundown motels with their blasted neon signs and smashed-in windows, pink streamers from some neighborhood child’s birthday party shuffling across the street like bright tumbleweed, a train rattling off into the breathless night & the trace remnants of a week old bonfire found in the middle of nowhere.
TAURUS:chipped paint, shattered shot glasses lying across an abandoned pool table missing a few billiard balls, flyers rustling like autumn leaves against the tempestuous tides of the wind, advertising concerts & magic shows that took place in 2005, the sillage of old perfume clogging up the air, still thick as the scent of blood or wildflowers.
GEMINI:the corpse of a cigarette that hasn’t touched a mouth in months, a dilapidated playground where lost souls come out to play, threadbare curtains ripped like the wings of a dissected bird, strange red-brown stains across the hotel bedsheets, a gate grown weary with new-forming foliage & age, whining erroneously whenever maneuvered.
CANCER: an empty casket, coffee rim imprints across hardwood tables, an old, tattered shoe lying haphazardly on the side of the road, a junkyard littered with ancient cars still soggy with stories, a pick-up with a broken windshield, a cadillac with a massacred paint job, someone’s motorcycle with blood staining the front tire, an askew portrait with eyes that follow you around the room.
LEO: a carnival horse with one eye scratched out, a daycare centre that shut down years ago, plagued with the colorful ghosts of children’s drawings still tacked to the crumbling walls, a spiral staircase that seems to shift direction when nobody’s paying attention, crunched up beer cans rolling across an empty rooftop & lichen kissing the concrete.
VIRGO: the supermarket, flickering & eerie at night like the shadows unearthed beneath troubled eyes, owls stirring in between the murmuring trees, a single upturned grave in a cemetery that isn’t supposed to be notorious for hauntings, an old fountain still glistening with pennies that are no longer considered currency, a collapsed bottle of wine running the tiles red.
LIBRA:handprints imprinted onto fogged-up windows, red rooms crowded with developing photographs of people whose faces you recognize but cannot quite place, broken doll heads, a necklace that erupted into a sea of pearls, a deflated blow up kiddie pool collecting parched grass and critters, a busted arcade game & the laughter of people long gone still trapped inside the walls.
SCORPIO: books with grimacing yellow pages, someone attempting to sell you a cursed object on etsy, a leaky shower-head, a clock that’s stuck in time, a torn, unravelled couch sitting deserted in someone’s front lawn, candy stores that proclaim sales on expired sweets & ruddy patches of farmland.
SAGITTARIUS:basements stacked with unwanted toys, a box of thin-mints, footsteps reverberating around the house when it’s 2 AM and you’re home alone, a burned down lemonade stand, that weird alien light in the third window of your neighbor’s house that never seems to get turned off, a certain rattling coming from the kitchen.
CAPRICORN: rain pummeling against damp ceilings, clothes ripped off the washing line, an empty aquarium, obscure little thrift stores that sell leather jackets from the eighties, gas station lights flirting with you from the distance, the alley where they say the vagabonds roam their night countries, sniffing up and dressing down and slitting the throats of angels.
AQUARIUS:those tiny coffee shops that fill you with nostalgia for places you’ll never visit, ‘JESUS LOVES YOU’ spray-painted across the sides of ramshackle buildings, an antique almirah scratched to high hell, a monster in the closet, the tunnel beneath the bridge that half the town believes is a gateway to hell, smoking up in trip mall parking lots.
PISCES: halloween decor presented in shop windows a couple months early, visiting that lake where you heard that one kid drowned, the garage door slamming without cause or notice, storing fireflies in jars, drugstore makeup, birthday cake flavored oreos, a wheeled desk chair that seems to turn on its own when nobody’s in the office, a candle snuffed out on a windless evening.
does anyone else think about how fandoms are like cities?
you got your big, bustling ones that are really diverse and busy, maybe a little hard to navigate and full of crime, good areas and bad areas. the locals know the hot spots and how to get around
then the mid-range towns with big city attitudes even though they’re not big cities, a few local hubs of activity, the crazy dude ranting about stuff on the street corner who makes people uncomfortable
and then the small spot towns where everybody knows everybody, you can’t go out without seeing somebody you know, and there’s only one grocery store
they’re made up 4-5 weirdly tall dudes and a token short one. their uniform is basketball shorts, Sports™ brand tops, and long black or neon socks with Jordans. generally either deep in discussion or laughing and thumping each other on the back. possibly even chanting. function as a singular organism. they seem like Emotionless Manly Men, but if one of them is having relationship problems, the others help him pick out the appropriate emoji sequence to send to his partner. they all whip their heads around when someone shouts bro! or dude. a member looks naked and slightly fearful when seperated from the group.
ISFJ: Sweet up front but man they can be so sensitive holy moly.
INFJ: Super passive about your choices unless they really care about you. Then doggedly soliloquizes whenever they have wisdom you need to hear.
INFP: Super passive aggressive but also super sweet and is like a dog with a bone if they want to figure something out.
ISFP: Smart and sweet and loves to help.
ENFJ: A ray of sunshine with weird hobbies and will randomly tell you her thoughts when she passes in the hallway.
ESFJ: Patriarch of the family, his his stuff together but doesn’t have a lot of substance.
ENFP: Charms everyone - hates everyone. Says yes to everything - wants to say no to everything. Lies a lot, kinda dead inside. Nobody knows it but INTJ.
ESFP: SO FUN OMG LET’S GO I’M IN FOR EVERY PARTY YAY! *Later complains that they’re carsick so they have to sit in the front, or they’re tired so they’re going to leave early, or complains to the waiter about their pasta having gluten like wtf*
ESTJ: “I’m going to have to let you go.” Person: “What? But I have three kids and my husband doesn’t work-” ESTJ: “I know Jesse. It pains me to do it but you really need to think about them more when you come in 3 minutes late to work every week. It sets a precedent.”
ENTJ: Plans the entire business trip for 7 coworkers, down to their hotel rooms, who is having dinner with which vendor, what time they should leave their rooms to go to dinner, what type of transportation they should use, how long that transportation should take, etc. Schedules a 1 hour meeting to go over all of it a few days before and quizzes everyone after.
ENTP: *Falls in love* “Oh my god, Jessica’s the one, she’s going to save me from myself wow this is amazing.” *Two weeks later* “Yeah I met this girl Emily and she’s soon hot dude and we kissed last night” Person: “What about Jessica?” ENTP: “Oh, yeah, we’re still dating. I don’t know dude I’m kinda over her.”
ESTP: *Walks in late, smiles at team* “Hey guys! *sits down like they’re not 40 minutes late* I mean the ease with which they comport themselves holy hell Also: Starts first day at new school. Walks up to the lunch table with the coolest looking kids and sits down. “Hey losers. I bet you can’t beat me at xyz” Also: LOVES FOOD SOOOOO MUCH
ISTP: Says nothing most of the time. Has crazy hobbies.
INTP: Doesn’t. Stop. Talking. Ok but seriously they’re so smart that it backfires. They talk themselves into these spirally holes and end up in lala land believing things that are completely untrue and knowing they’re right (they’re not)
ISTJ: So much eye rolling. Has no time for INTP’s ramblings and imaginary ideas. Offends INTP EVERY DAY. Loves you really hard but without ever saying it, kinda emotionally stunted
INTJ: Frustrated every time they have to start spending time with someone new because that person will have to spend a lot of time asking “Wait are you serious?” or “What do you mean?” or “Was that sarcastic?” or “Oh sorry did I offend you?” or “OMG why are you being rude?” and INTJ will have to explain that their casual sarcasm needs acclimating and no there’s usually no ill-intent and no they’re not offended and no they don’t mean to be rude omg this is tiring.
“I’ve got an idea,” he paused as he watched Y/N’s eyes catch his, her eyebrows raised, “I mean, I used t’do it before we started datin’ I swear. Only before. But it got me a bit o’cash that I needed and it paid the bills for a bit, ’n I know you probably won’t like it but it did work f’me and I reckon it’d work better if we did it as a couple,”
“For god’s sake Harry, just spit it out,”
“Live sex, live porn, whatever y’wanna call it.”
Harry and Y/N are struggling UNI students and are looking for a better and easier way to make some money.
Note: Alright so like this photo of Daveed makes me paranoid as hell because every time I see people holding small children in one hand I worry they will drop them. @daveeddiggsit and @imaginebeinghamiltrash this is what I was telling you about.
“Hey babe look one hand!” Daveed says, holding Lin and Vanessa’s son Sebastian out towards you only on one hand. You quickly reach forward to grab Sebastian out of his grip and hold him close to your chest.
“What are you doing? You could drop him!” You exclaim, pressing a light kiss to Sebastian’s head, who clings onto you and yawns.
Daveed chuckles as you look around for either of Sebastian’s parents. Everyone is scattered all around Lin and Vanessa’s apartment. They’d decided to throw a party for the cast celebrating an incredibly successful first month of performances of Hamilton on Broadway.
“Relax babe, I wasn’t going to drop him” he laughs, following along as you make your way through the apartment to find Vanessa.
“But you could have! You weren’t even holding on to him” You tell him as you finally spot Vanessa in the corner, deep in a conversation with Pippa. “Sorry to interrupt ladies but I think someone is ready for bed” You say as you approach.
Vanessa smiles fondly at you as she reaches out to carefully move Sebastian’s hair from in front of his eyes.
“Tired sweetheart?” She asks. Sebastian simply nods, his little mouth turning into a pout as his clings onto you even tighter.
“We can put him to bed if you like?” Daveed suggests, stepping forward to stand next to you.
“Oh no I can’t ask you guys to do that” Vanessa says but Daveed is already is shaking his head.
“It’s fine we really don’t mind, you enjoy the party we’ve got this” he says, carefully taking Sebastian from your arms and holding him carefully in his.
“Thank you guys” She says as you and Daveed make your way through the apartment to Sebastian’s room.
You watch with a fond smile as Sebastian reaches up to grab a fistful of Daveed’s curls, causing Daveed to chuckle softly.
“You like my hair huh kid?” he asks, causing Sebastian to giggle
“Uh huh!” he says, sleepily with a tired grin on his face. Daveed smiles, and doesn’t even try to pry his hand from his hair until he reaches the bedroom.
“I promise you can play with my hair another time, but for now it’s time for bed” He says softly.
Sebastian pouts but let’s go of Daveed’s hair as he leans down to tuck him into bed. You stand in the doorway, watching as you notice Daveed quietly humming what sounds like Dear Theodosia as he tucks Sebastian in.
“Night kid” He says, ruffling his hair before standing up to his full height.
“Goodnight honey” you add softly as Daveed crosses the room to join you in the doorway.
You hear Sebastian mumble something that sounds like goodnight as you and Daveed make your way out of the room closing the door softly behind you.
“You never told me you’re good with kids” you point out as you both move slowly away from the door. He shrugs as he takes your hand in his and you make your way back towards the party.
“I wouldn’t really call it being good with kids… I just smile and nod a lot. They seem to like it” He explains.
“Were you humming Dear Theodosia to him?” You ask. With a shy smile he nods, running a hand over his hair.
“I think Lin mentioned something about Vanessa singing it to him before bed so I figured he’d like it” he explains.
“You are going to be an excellent father one day” You point out with a grin.
“Is that your way of telling me you’re pregnant?” He asks jokingly, chuckling softly
With a sly grin you wink at him before dropping your grip on his hand before making heading towards the kitchen and he stops in his tracks.
“Wait Y/N, are you pregnant?!” he practically yells after you. You don’t stop to answer, instead you smirk as you join Jasmine and Anthony in the kitchen.