#dailyprompt

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QUEEN CLARISEE RENALDI PRINCESS MIA THERMOPOLIS The Princess Diaries (2001) — dir. Garry Marshall

[sassy-girl-666]

• You are enough •

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Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[gilbertpiercee]

Katherine Pierce | The Vampire Diaries — 2.17 ‘Know Thy Enemy’

[anonomusreader]

Bakugou who would pick you up early for prom, looking extra spiffy in his freshly pressed suit. A beautiful bouquet in hand. He just thrust it towards you without so much as a 'old hag wanted me to give you these'

If you dont live on campus he'd go out of his way to pick you up, driving you himself 

and you know he got an expensive cologne on and his hair part to the side, combed and tamed 

You wouldn't have to touch any door handles the whole night 

when he first sees you he goes quiet for a second, a faint blush spreading across his face. He then clears his throat and looks away mumbling about 'hurrying up and not wanting to be late'

At first he thought the whole thing was dumb, the dancing, dressing up, and taking you out. But as the nights goes on he finds himself growing more relaxed in your company 

He takes you out for a couple of slow dances and you tease him for knowing how to so well ,'tch didn't think I was completely uncultured now did you?'

By the end of the night, you're both tired and your feet are getting tired and sore. Bakugou notices and asks quietly ' why would you were them if they weren't comfortable?' you reply ' cause they were cute and matched my dress'

He'll sigh and stop, crouching at your feet to undo the straps of your heels the then proceeds to carry you on his back, piggy back style mumbling about   ' how stupid you were and how he didn't want you getting blisters ' 

He'd take you back to your dorm/ house making sure you got in okay setting you down at your doorway, handing you back your heels he carried

You thanked him for the night and the flowers and he simply nods with ' 'yeah its not a big deal, didn't want any other loser  in the class doing it wrong' and then 'how he was the only real man in the class and how everyone else would've fumbled' 

After you part ways he can't sleep, your smile, you in that dress, dancing, the way you looked like a kid when you received the flowers

He'll be grumpy with himself blaming it on anything but you, shuffling to get a glass of water in the dark

Stopping at the sink he pauses 'crap...what's wrong with me..?'

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Inherit - Jegulus raising Harry - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - word count: 573

“Daaaaaadyyyyy!” Harry screeched.

The blood curdling call echoed through the whole house.

James dropped the mug he had been washing and pelted at full speed up the stairs.

“Harry? Harry, where are you?” James cried out frantically, searching for his small son, flinging doors open as he ran down the hallway.

“I'm in here!” Harry called out.

Still breathing, then, thank christ!

James burst through his own bedroom door and saw Harry sitting on the floor of the wardrobe. James dropped to his knees and started checking Harry over for life ending cuts. But there was no blood and didn't even appear to be any bruises either.

As James ran his hands all over Harry's little body, Harry started to giggle.

“Daddy, stop, that tickles!”

James stopped his ministrations and gazed into his son's cheerful face.

“Harry, what the fuck?” James grimaced at his mistake and Harry gasped.

“Daddy, Papa says not to say that word.” Harry scolded.

“Well, Papa wasn't just given a heart attack by a three year old.” James muttered as he collapsed, lying on his back and clutching his chest.

“Silly, daddy.” Harry chuckled, as he busied himself with whatever he had been looking at before.

“Why did you call for me, anyway?” James asked as he continued lying on the floor, trying to get his heart rate down to normal.

“Cause I found this!” Harry declared, as he scrambled up to sit on James' stomach.

James made an oof sound when Harry plopped down and then lifted his head up to see what the little menace was holding.

Harry was holding up an old photo from James’ school days. James just stared at his son in disbelief.

“And this warranted you screaming the house down, did it?”

Before Harry could answer, they heard the front door open and close. James let out another oof as Harry pushed down in his attempt to bound to his feet and run downstairs, taking the photo with him.

James also scrambled up, in an attempt to catch up with the tiny terror before he fell down the stairs in his hurry.

“Papa, Papa, Papa!” Harry shouted as he bounced down the stairs on his bottom.

“Hello my little munchkin.” Regulus swept Harry up as he reached the final step and jumped up into his fathers waiting arms. “What are you both doing upstairs?”

James reached the bottom of the stairs and kissed Regulus on the cheek.

“Oh, nothing much, just your son trying to kill me.” James ruffled Harry's hair and walked into the kitchen.

“My son?” Regulus questioned, a slight tone of amusement to his voice as he followed James, Harry situated happily on his hip.

“Yes, it seems he has inherited your flair for the dramatic, Love.”

“What is Daddy talking about, Munchkin?”

“I found this super cool, amazing picture and I needed to show him right away.” Harry answered with more seriousness than James had ever seen in a three year old.

“I see,” Regulus replied, smirking as he looked at the photo in their son's little hands.

“Yup. Daddy ran all the way up to me, then he tickled me and then he fell over annnnd,” Harry drew out and James knew what was coming before he could stop it. “He said FUCK!” Harry beamed at his Papa as he yelled the swear word.

His Papa however looked about five seconds away from committing murder and James bolted.