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Restaurant au where Person A is a waitress/waiter and Person B is a chef. Person B has a quiet crush on A and tries to woo them through food. Turns out that’s the exact way to A’s heart.

Nightmare before Christmas

Pride and Prejudice

“You moved into the apartment next to mine and I can hear E V E R Y T H I N G you do”

“I was having a great day, then you football tackled me into a lake. I don’t CARE that I was almost assassinated, You AIMED for that lake.”

“I’ve noticed how much you love your garden and all your plants, and I don’t know how to flirt like other people so I may have accidentally asked you to teach me how to garden, but it’s the best part of my week.”

I like to imagine high school age otp where they’re at a dance and Person A is completely killing it they look/dance so good and B is just standing off to the side watching them but trying to look like they aren’t. And then during the slow song A just waltzes up to B and sweeps them onto the dance floor.

“We’re supposed to be doing a school project so you came over to my house but before we could do anything, you saw my dog and now you won’t let them go please we need to get this done.”

“My dumb ass of a room mate just set the microwave on fire and you’re one of the firemen who showed up and now I’m need an ambulance cause damn ur hot.”

“My dick of an ex was trying to knock down my door but you stopped them thank you so much. Let me make you thank you brownies.”

“I was chilling in my room when you knocked on my window asking me if I could come kill a spider for you. I LIVE ON THE FIFTH FLOOR HOW WAS THE WINDOW A GOOD IDEA TO YOU.”

Where Person A’s idea of flirting is saying “I’d steal that” everytime Person B wears something that they look really good in, and B is worried that A is actually going to steal their stuff. Of course, when they start dating, A does in fact take B’s clothes.

Nothing hurts the heart more than imagining the me grumpy/awkward person of the otp singing songs with little kids. Like them kneeling and singing Four Little Speckled Frogs in this high bab voice as the little kid just watches in awe.

Why are there not more Western Aus? I need more western aus in my life. Please guys pull through.

Imagine the otp just doing small romantic things for each other. Nothing huge but stuff like nose kisses and foot rubs. I would die.

on the first coldo Harry looks at Draco and thinks “my bf’s so perfect”

on the second coldo Harry takes a photo of Draco who says “thanks, Harry, for showing me this place, love u”

the-starryknight:

as learned by Draco Malfoy

daily micro #41, for @tackytigerfic , prompt ‘fish’

“There are fish in the Thames,” Draco said, matter-of-fact, as they strolled along the banks.

“Objects in motion stay in motion,” he muttered, nose in a book of Muggle science. “That’s a law. It’s immutable.”

Later, on pillows meant to muffle, he added another fact to his list: “We belong.”

pygmy-puffy: (part 1/3 (yeah I made a triptych)) (part 2/3)i don’t know why but taylor swift songs o

pygmy-puffy:

(part 1/3 (yeah I made a triptych)) (part 2/3)

i don’t know why but taylor swift songs often make me think of drarry AU’s - this part of the triptych makes me laugh, i had too much fun drawing it

getaway car - taylor swift ♪♫♬


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reebeex:

Soft kisses and tender touches and scars.

kryptidfox:

soft jumper drarry! it was molly’s gift to draco so they could match c:

melcarrianna:

Springtime Bunny Boys


It’s Easter this weekend so I just wanted to draw some cute bunnies

Happy all the things this weekend!!! Remember bunnies are pagan AF and therefore good for everyone XD

to00fu:

tired harry…it’s ok, one look from draco takes his mind off of everything :)

sweet-s0rr0w:

Microfic: Back In The Saddle

A random little something for @drarrymicrofic ’s prompt ‘back in the saddle’.

***

“Nerve damage, Potter,” said Malfoy, in a voice that aimed for haughty but actually landed somewhere closer to mortified. The bristles rustled gently as he spoke, and as Harry looked closely, he noticed the faint but constant tremor in Malfoy’s slim wrists.

“But – when –?”

Malfoy’s laugh was cold and jarring. “One too many Crucios, it seems. Aunt Bella could be awfully heavy handed at times.”

Harry swallowed hard against the lump in his throat. He’d fancied an early evening ride to clear his head; had planned to fly over to Hogsmeade and grab a Butterbeer. The last thing he’d expected was to find Malfoy here, slumped against the back of the broom shed, eyes bloodshot, his old Nimbus clutched tightly in trembling hands.

“And you really can’t –”

“Fly? No. It’s my balance, you see, it’s – oh, don’t look so horrified, Potter, at least you’ll have free run at the Quidditch Cup this year.” He smiled weakly. “It’s stupid, really. My casting’s off; I can barely control my magic. Can’t even chop Potions ingredients. Flying should be the least of my worries.”

Harry reached over without thinking, prised Malfoy’s fingers from around his broomstick and took his hand. Malfoy’s breath caught but he didn’t object, so Harry turned it over, palm down, fascinated. Malfoy’s fingers moved of their own accord, a flickering motion which spread from his fingertips across the back of his bony hand. As Harry watched, he could see the tendons working; could feel the quiver running up his own arm. He traced his finger along the ridges and valleys of Malfoy’s knuckles; pressed it into the soft spot between his thumb and index finger, unable to look away.

“It’s irreversible,” whispered Malfoy, mouth awfully close, sharp gaze on Harry’s face. When he tried to return it, his eyes fell instead on Malfoy’s lips: bitten raw but appealing, nonetheless.

“Fly with me, then,” Harry said, his voice throaty and unfamiliar.

“What?”

“Come on.”

Malfoy looked incredulous, but Harry merely tightened his grip, tugging him up to standing. Malfoy swung his leg over the broomstick, Harry following suit behind him, leaning over to grasp the handle over Malfoy’s still-shaking hands. He tucked his chin over Malfoy’s shoulder, guiding the two of them slowly up and into the still evening sky.

Malfoy hadn’t been exaggerating; his balance was dreadful. Harry had to keep a firm hold on the broom, his arms tight against Malfoy’s sides as they wobbled through the air. They managed to loop around the grounds once before Harry’s aching shoulders began to give out and he guided them down slowly to the side of the lake. Malfoy’s entire body trembled as he dismounted, flopping down onto the grass; whether from curse damage or adrenaline, Harry wasn’t sure. He was lightheaded himself, warm where Malfoy’s back had rested against his chest, giddy in a way he couldn’t explain.

As he watched, Malfoy extended his arm, lazily, dipping his fingers into the lake. Concentric circles spread rapidly outwards, perfectly even, the water lapping at the shore with tiny splashing sounds. Malfoy was frowning, worrying at his bottom lip again, so Harry took hold of his other hand and brought it up to his face. Malfoy’s hand shivered against his mouth, and he pressed a gentle kiss to the palm, feeling them then: tiny sparks of magic, trapped beneath the skin.

***

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amywaterwings: bluebutter-art: When you’ve had a shitty day, all you need is a hug and a cup of tea.

amywaterwings:

bluebutter-art:

When you’ve had a shitty day, all you need is a hug and a cup of tea.

Hnggggggg

and a shirtless harry


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