stupid skirt

The High School AU

Because everyone should have a high-school AU

Slugging her bag higher up on her shoulder, Dracule Riskua flashes a quick glance to Ace as he lumbers along just behind her. Sabo went in early for his work on the school newspaper and Luffy had spent the night at Zoro’s, leaving it as just the two of them on their usual route.

“You’re being particularly quiet today, Ace.”

When had conversation between them got so hard? Riskua doesn’t recall. It doesn’t seem right.

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There was someone in my inbox talking about Kaminari in a skirt and tbh I usually don’t draw bnha suggestions but the pun came to me and how do you ignore a pun 

(you don’t, that’s how)

Do I like Him?

Pairing; jungkook x reader || Dancer kook!au + Jealous kook!au

Summary;  “I’m not your princess.”  You fall in love with your best friend dancer Jungkook, and sexual tensions grow until something happens.

Word count; 3.2k 

 warnings; smut, language, slight bondage, princess and daddy kink

A/N; sorry for not writing anything for the longest. :( THIS HAS A LOT OF FLUFF THO TOO. (and sorry if there are some mistakes lol) i need jesus from this omgg

Originally posted by jeonify

You sauntered out the door, being exposed a new day. The bitter cold wind hit you which felt like a thousand needles against your skin since you had to wear a stupid skirt for the uniform. You were on your way to school trying to keep alive and warm in the process. “Ugh winter is going to be the death of me.” You groaned to yourself as you shivered.

You hugged yourself only to notice you forgot your coat. Time was ticking and you were quite far away from home already. Making your way down the icy street with the pure white snow in your hair, you noticed your best friend Jungkook. He was also walking to school. Jungkook lived a few blocks away from you. His face lit up and he ran up to you. He seems so happy to see you, everyday.

“Hey y/n! How are you princess?” He greeted you. You froze up even more at the word ‘princess’
“Hi, but will you stop calling me that? I’m not your princess.”
“Uh, well it’s just because you act like one, that’s all.” he explained to you.
You continued to walk and hug yourself trying to keep the cold away. Suddenly Jungkook slipped off his coat being left in his white button up shirt that seems to be way too small. It contoured his toned body perfectly. You looked away and shook your head.
“That’s wrong, no, stop it”, you told yourself.

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Spilled Coffee - Tim Drake x Reader

Prompt: Tim falling for his secretary at WE???? Just super fluff please

“Good morning Mr. Drake.” You greeted cheerfully from your desk. Tim smiled at you and strode over to you with two coffee’s in hand.

“Hello Ms. [L/N]. Would you like some coffee? I accidently bought two.” He offered holding out the cup towards.

“How one accidently buys two cups of coffee I will never know but I’m not one to say no to free coffee.” You smiled reaching out to take the offering. He did this for you every once and awhile and you thought it was really quite cute of him. He always came up with silly reasons why he ended up with extra coffee and a part of you wondered if he was being more than just friendly at the frequent morning peace offerings. Well, coffee is coffee.

Tim let go of the cup when he thought you had a hold on it but it accidently slipped through your fingers and the hot liquid poured out of the cup and into your lap. You cried out at the burn of the liquid and immediately jumped out of your seat. Your clothes were completely ruined and your lap was in a tremendous amount of pain. Tim could only respond by being absolutely mortified about pouring hot coffee all over you.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry [Y/N]!” Tim exclaimed hovering over you, not really sure what he was supposed to do. “Here. Come in my office, we’ll find some clothes for you to change into.” He said, already guiding you towards his office. He shut the door and closed the blinds behind him to give you some more privacy. He left you in a hurry to go in search for clothe or someone who would go out to buy some. Your only goal was to get your stupid skirt off.

Not really thinking, you peeled the wet fabric off of you and gingerly prodded at the red, irritated skin on your lap. It wouldn’t leave any permanent damage and you wouldn’t need to go to the hospital.

“I’m sorry I could only find some of my clothes that I keep here for long nights. I sent someone to go out and buy -” Tim said coming back into the room. Your eyes widened in panic and you tried to cover yourself from your boss. All you had on at the moment was your coffee stained blouse and your lacy panties that you were both glad and mortified that you were wearing today.  You blushed bright red kicking yourself for being such an idiot. Tim blinked at you a few times before he was able to regain his composure and respectfully avert his gaze from you. He held out the clothes to you and you took them, whispering your thanks.

“They’re probably going to be a little baggy, I apologize.” He said. You took them in your hands and brought your finger up to fiddle with the first button of your soiled blouse before you realized that your boss was still facing you.

“Mr. Drake?”

“Yes [Y/N]? I-I mean Ms. [L/N]!” He said correcting himself at the less professional use of your name.

“Would you mind turning around while I change? Not that I think you’re going to try and look or anything! But …”

“No, I understand.” He said dismissively before turning his back to you. You made quick work of undressing and even quicker work of dressing in his clothes. You had to admit that you could smell faint hints of his cologne on his clothes. You weren’t complaining but somehow this felt more intimate than it should have. He was right though, his clothes fit pretty loosely on you.

“You can turn around now.”  You said. He turned back around and glanced briefly at the sight of you in his clothes before he trained his eyes back to the ground.

“Sally should be back in about an hour with some replacement clothes for you. Again, I’m incredibly sorry. I honestly have no idea what happened.” He fretted apologetically. He looked so darn cute when he had that worried little crinkle between his eyebrows.

“It’s alright Tim.” You laughed.

“You called me Tim.”

“Well I yelled out a string of expletives when I poured coffee all over myself, you know what color underwear I’m wearing today and I’m now wearing your clothes. I think professionalism is kind of fucked today, no matter what way you look at it.” You shrugged, sitting down in the chair facing his desk. . “Of course, if you would rather I don’t call you Tim that’s fine too. I’m sorry I assumed, Mr. Drake.” You added on hurriedly.

“No! Tim’s fine. Call me Tim.” He insisted, shooting his hand out to touch yours in reassurance. He kept his hand there for a few moments before he retracted his hand, suddenly unsure if he should be showing this level of affection towards you.

“Well while we’re waiting for Sally we should probably get to work. There’s a lot we have to do today.” You said.

“Right of course.” Tim nodded moving to sit down in the chair behind his desk. He turned on his computer and while you were both waiting for it to boot up you asked probably the most careless question that you’ve ever asked anyone before.

“Since professionalism is shot to hell anyway, did you like what you saw, you know before you turned away?” You asked. He visibly gulped and turned bright red.

“I uh - you’re a very beautiful woman, [Y/N].” He admitted.

“But … ?” You prompted, sensing he had more to say but he shook his head.

“No ‘buts’. You’re a beautiful woman. I’m sure any man would want - you know what, I’m not going to finish that. I’m sure HR’s already going to be all over my case no need to dig myself into a deeper hole.” He laughed, nervously running his fingers through his long hair.

“It was just a little bit of coffee, no harm done.” You said encouragingly.

“I still can’t help but to feel guilty. I bring you coffee all the time. You wouldn’t have gotten hurt if I could just take a hint.”

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“You’re going to laugh but the reason I bring you coffee so often is that I hope one day I’ll work up the courage to ask you out on a date. Stupid right?” He laughed at himself.

“No, I think it’s cute.” You admitted.

“And if I were to ask you out now?” He asked hesitantly.

“I’d still say yes.” You swore. A small smile twitched at his lips.

“Even after I spilled coffee all over you?” He asked with a skeptically raised eyebrow.

“Oddly enough it’s not a deal breaker for me.” You joked.

“That’s good to know.” Tim laughed.

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

Reader x Johnny

“You want me to do what!” You asked Sue who flinched.

“You’ll be payed and you will have a room here… you can even sit in on some of our research.” She offered hopefully.

“I’m an intern not a babysitter.” You huffed which was when the cause of your foul mood swaggered into the room.

“Well look who it is.” Johnny hummed, coming to lean on the wall next to the two of you. “Can’t get enough of me huh?”

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anonymous asked:

number 2 for Shinran? i'm in love with all the fluff and the romance #crying

From this list of kiss prompts. | Filled Prompts

2 moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed

“Ran, I—”

“Shinichi, don’t.” Ran says, her voice quiet in the dim light. A full moon shines through the giant bay windows and bathes the hotel room in a soft pale glow. “It was a case. It’s always a case.”

“Ran,” Shinichi repeats, helpless, lost the way he always is around her. In but a look, she robs him of the ability to think. Oh, but she is gorgeous in her tattered white wedding dress. They’d had a western wedding, and the white lace of the bodice makes her look like an angel. Well, more so than she already is, in any case. She is glowing in the soft moonlight, even with her tear-stained cheeks. She picks at the hem of her dress. At some point in the frantic chase, she’d torn it on something, and it is stained with mud and filth. “I’m sorry,” is all he can say. She’s beautiful, even so.

“I’m tired of apologies. I'm​ tired of excuses,” she says, turning so he sees her in profile. Her full, heavy bust, trim waist, lean muscle that still makes him go weak in the knees. The curve of her hip as the dress flares into tulle, the veil blending almost perfectly in with it. She has fresh orchids in her hair; wilted now, but still gorgeous, the purple flowers bright against the off-white.  “I’m just tired, Shinichi.”

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SuperCat Week 3 Day 1: Abilities


“Cat, would you ever consider letting me take you flying?” Kara asked on one of their rare free-days. They were currently sprawled across the couch every which way; dozing and watching television. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and Kara was beginning to feel that itch just beneath her skin that drove her to take to the skies.

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Little Red Dress

for your drabble thingy. congrats on hitting 850! (ps your writing is wonderful) ( @astressedmarshmallow ) 

Originally posted by giantmonster

“What seems to be the hold up, Ensign?” The captain’s voice came across your comm and you rolled your eyes. You were partway up a Jeffries tube, working on a fuse box that had suddenly gone haywire. Getting up the tube had been an exercise in abject stupidity. You’d caught the skirt of your uniform on a loose piece of conduit, and torn the hem trying to pull free, which had slowed you down immensely.

“Just about done, sir,” you replied, switching out the burned out fuse, and replacing the cover to the fuse box. You switched the power back on and were gratified that it had been such an easy fix. “All done, sir.”

“Please report to the bridge immediately, Ensign,” came the captain’s response. You rolled your eyes and sighed but answered in the affirmative, carefully maneuvering around the conduit that had caught your uniform on the way up. Without stopping in your quarters to change, you headed to the bridge.

“Permission to enter the bridge, sir?” You asked as you stepped off the turbolift.

“Ensign Y/L/N, please, come,” Captain Kirk gave you a quick glance and smirked at the state of your uniform. When you stopped by the chair, he raised an eyebrow. “What seems to have happened to your uniform?”

“J-tubes were not designed with the realities of the women’s uniform in mind, sir,” you replied, holding the skirt together with one hand.

“Is that really what this hole up was about? Your uniform got caught?” Kirk asked with an incredulous laugh. He gave Doctor McCoy a side eye. McCoy smirked in response.

“With all due respect, Captain, Doctor McCoy,” you started. “I’d like to see either of you manage for even half a shift in the women’s uniform. If you have no further questions, sir, I’d appreciate going to get into a fresh uniform.”

“Nothing further, Ensign,” Kirk nodded, and turned to his CMO. “I’m not sure, but I think we’ve been insulted.”

“I’m sure,” McCoy replied. “She’s feisty. I like her.”

You shook your head and stepped back to the turbolift, restraining the urge to roll your eyes.

Gothic Beginnings


Alya was lining up her shot, the stupid skirt always got in the way, but hey, she could still make it, if some idiot wasn’t walking in front of her target. “Sir! Kindly move or get shot!”

The Hype To Fight The Dress Code

In the last year I’ve occasionally seen posts or photos that have been taken regarding the reaction to school dress codes, but they’ve become much more frequent in the last few months.

High schools across the nation are under fire over their dress codes, and frankly I’m really fucking tired of it. I get that social justice extremists have no concept of common sense, decency, professionalism, or ethical standards; but I’ve read the arguments, and they’re all cop outs.

I read one article today with the headline “High School Crop-Top Dress Codes Send the Message That School Is for Boys”. Yes, because crop-tops, short skirts, and other scantily clad articles of clothing are the only things not banned from most school dress codes, right?

Here is a list of other items that are included in most high school dress codes

  • No sagging pants
  • No hats, caps, or sunglasses
  • No coats between 1st and 7th periods
  • Boys must tuck in their shirts
  • Shoes to be worn at all times
  • No chain wallets
  • No studded jackets
  • No clothing with inappropriate suggestive language on it
  • No dying hair unnatural colors

Do you know why these dress codes are put in place? For one, because it teaches and enforces a professional code of conduct. Secondly, because these things are typically a distraction of some sort, and are otherwise unnecessary.

Interestingly, though, these people who gripe about the dress code have nothing to say about any of these other things. I’m sure they would say more about their dyed blue hair, if it could have some sort of rape culture message attached to it for good measure and be considered legitimate because of it.

I’m over this “weather appropriate” argument when it comes to crop-tops and skimpy shorts. You don’t need to wear excessively revealing clothing to stay cool in the summer, especially when your school is air conditioned. It’s not like boys are allowed to walk around school without a shirt on, or shorts so short you can see their balls hanging out.

I’m even more over this “stop sexualizing me” argument. It’s the ultimate cop out from these spoiled brats. No one is “sexualizing you” any more than you are already sexualizing yourself. You’re wearing shorts that your ass hangs out of because you want people to notice it. There’s no reason to not concede this is an attention seeking piece of wardrobe. Doing so is a cop out. I don’t give a shit what you say about it. It’s an excuse to do whatever the fuck it is you want without anyone being able to say otherwise.

I get that teenagers think they know everything, but we’re talking about kids who are combatting responsible adults as being pedophiles, and perpetuating rape culture. You don’t go to school to make the rules and do whatever you want to do. You go there to learn. If your wardrobe is considered a distraction, then you go home and change it. The ability for others to learn should not be impeded just because you think you have a set of special clothing rights in high school.

Try going to your non-Hooters, non-porn job wearing a crop top and short shorts, and see how fast they send you home. Go ahead and cry that sexualizing cop out to your employer in response. See how fast you lose your job because you think you’re owed some right to dress how you want to, and people just have to deal with it.

Your attitude sucks, and you have zero class. I don’t expect teenagers to have good amounts of either one - but I also did not expect to actually see any outlets taking this garbage seriously and turning it into a legitimate talking point.