#send me more i'm a busy college student and worker but when i got time

[multifandomslxt]

NCT 127 and their sugar daddy ratings PT.1

part two coming soon as well as a svt and skz version

Johnny Suh

9.5/10 ( less .5 because he refuses to use the title of sugar daddy, instead he prefers "sponsor".)

He's a CEO. No questions about it.

The man is Fucking RICH

You met through a mutual friend

talked a bit and you ended up telling him that

you were currently taking a year off because of a financial bind

Lies to you and tells you he sponsors college students sometimes

and that he would like to sponsor you

Of course you immediately accept the offer

so begins the sugar daddy antics

Would spoil you,

And I do mean

SPOIL YOU!

The song 'Sexy' by JoeVille

"you can do anything you want when you sexy"

Is something he literally lives by

you can do no fucking wrong in his eyes

you're his princess

went on a business trip once and came back to tell you

he bought you a whole penthouse apartment

just in case you wanted to "Study abroad"

buys you EVERYTHING you could ever want

demands you call him "Mr. Suh"

in your eyes its because he wants respect

in his eyes its the closest thing to 'daddy'.

Forbids you from getting a part-time job because

"I can take care of you. Let me take care of you I'm your sponsor after all."

Buys you an expensive necklace for your graduation present.

Then finally reveals that the whole sponsor thing was just him spending his personal money on you.

and so begins the sugar baby-to-girlfriend pipeline.

treats you the same except

now yall are having sex 6/7 days of the week.

Jung Jaehyun

10/10 (bitch he's perfecttttttt)

Another CEO

He ain't rich like Johnny though

This bitch right here?

he is ✨ WEALTHY✨

LOVESSSSSSS TO SPEND HIS MONEY

You met while you were at work

Everybody knew him

and you were the waitress in charge of his table

First thing you realized about this man

he doesn't speak to many people

Someone literally ordered for him

anyways

imagine your shock when you're about to clock out and your

co-worker tells you "Y/n, Mr. Jung would like to have a word with you. He says to bring your stuff with you"

His security leads you to his car and you step in

Jaehyun is literally staring at you the minute you sit in the car

"I'll be straight to the point, I have a meeting to get to in the next 10 minutes. I want you."

Cue the shocked look and silence

However, y'all start to date.

yes, he's your boyfriend and your sugar daddy

as I said, he enjoys spending his money

but only on very specific people.

takes you all over the fucking world you hear me???

Paris has seen your face more than your local chick-fil-a

the type to buy you anything you look at

even if it was for a mili second

this explains how your closet is now overflowing with designer dresses

also, you're a curvy queen

listen closely

HE WILL BE BUYING YOU EVERY DESIGNER BODY CON DRESS TO EVER EXIST!

this is his fav so simple yet so effective (he's convinced you're trying to k!ll him)

that dress got you a fucking range rover babeee

and it also got you a few days of sick leave from the "unnecessary job" as Jaehyun likes to call it.

completely reaaranged your guts lmaoo

And the lingerie??

its tradition he buys you 10-15 sets every Friday

"Y'know daddy'll give you the world right?"

Lee Taeyong

9/10 (he was awkward at first lmaoo)

First off you don't know what he does

but the bitch got MONEYYYYYYYYYY

You met on a sugar baby app

you were just trynna make ends meet

he was just trynna get rid of the extra money he got

his first text to you seemed so damn auto mated lmaooo

"hello, I'm Taeyong! Would you like to continue this conversation?"

you were like "???"

but yk eventually yall kicked it off

gave you his card pin after your third date

"Anything you want Daddy will buy it for you okay?"

omfg

the type to set up an account for you just for your hair and nails

fucckkkkkkk

he even sends you what he wants you to get.

Just so yk

Them Fulani braids

will send him in a coma

he loves frenchies too

so expect alooottt of special requests

he expects to see your personal purchases on his bank statements

don't play with him.

got his bank statement once and dint see your daily coffee purchase

fucked you into oblivion just for that.

he pays your rent

and is also planning on buying you 2 cars for your birthday

one for everyday use

and the other for special occasions lmaoooo

"Just let Daddy take care of you okay?"

Nakamoto Yuta

11/10 (Bitch...it's literally Yuta)

You also don't know what he does

but as usual, he got money

somehow WEALTHIER than Jaehyun

Yall met through a sugar baby app

he was experimenting

and you were new to this

has a specific amount of money he must depend on you at the end of every month

over 200k

I said what I said

yes you are his sugar baby but he was very clear

when he told you that he is also the MAN in your life

ain't nobody supposed to have access to that pu$$y except him and you

got that??

s3x with him is surprisingly rare btw

he's wayyy too busy to be around you 24/7

hence the over the top 200k budget

always has eyes on you even when he isn't there

you went grocery shopping n the wrong side of town once

and he called you the minute you got home

"What did I tell you about putting yourself in danger princess? do you want me to come home early and teach you a lesson?"

probably the most possessive out of all of them

[devilishlycute]

Hear me out, fem reader giving Hayate a reassurance smooch

A little reverse comfort huh? Love it and love everything about it! 💕🥰

"Y/n... Please don't laugh at me..."

Boyfriend!Hayate Ichikura x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: You and Hayate have been together for nearly a whole month! So your relationship is still very much new, so you soon come to realize that your boyfriend can be.. A little shy when it comes to his self image. Let's go pay him a surprise visit!

Typing away on my laptop, indenting, paraphrasing, reading over what I just typed. Just a typical night for a college student. Feeling my eyes strain from the laptop's glare, I decide that now would be a great time to take a good five-to-ten minute break for a mental cool down. My stomach suddenly rumbled, "Yeah... Me too buddy." I pat my stomach while standing from my chair, getting ready to leave my room.

A familiar ringtone blares from my phone, "A text? From who??" Unlocking the screen I see that it was Hayate! The cute little blue bear icon I have for him, pops up again.

"Hey."

"Umm.."

"Do you have time to talk??"

"I just.."

"..."

"If you're busy I can text you later."

He sends a sticker of the blue bear in a dogeza pose.

"Oh.. Geez! At least give me time to answer you goof!" I whine as I pull up my keyboard quickly typing back a response.

I sent a sticker of a f/c bear shaking their head.

"No!"

"I'm not busy! I was just about to take a break anyway ^^"

"What's wrong Hayate? Are you olay?"

I smacked my lips and huff in irritation, correcting my text.

"* Okay?"

The loading bubbles appeared, then disappeared, then reappear again. Making me giggle under my breath. "He's overthinking again.." I say softly, as I imagined Hayate's cute face all scrunched up trying to type-

"Is it okay to call you?"

The message he sent pops up, causing my heart to ache. "It must have been something serious.." Grabbing a jacket, gathering my keys, wallet and mini backpack (as well as a means to defend yourself). "I'll talk to him on my way to the convenient store.."

I expertly typed with one hand as I locked my door and head out.

"Sure! Voice or Video?"

"... Voice please."

Soon my screen goes black, then lights up showing the picture of Hayate looking absolutely smitten at the dog park you happened to pass while on one of your past dates. Sliding to answer, I moved my phone towards my ear.

"Hayate, is everything okay?"

I hear nothing from his side, for one solid minute.

"Haya-"

"Is it true that women's clothes have tops without straps to hold them?"

...

I hold back a choked laugh, I could just see Hayate squirm.

"P-Please don't laugh.. I'm seriously asking. I think... I think I embarrassed myself in front of people." His voice wavers at the end, making my heart squeeze.

"I understand. And to answer the question: Yes. Some people like that style, they feel comfortable and confident. But I would say you didn't embarrassed yourself, you just didn't know. No harm, no foul." I reassure him.

Walking into the store, I collect my favorites. Making sure to talk in a volume where it doesn't disturb anyone. "It was really embarrassing.. I thought I was being courteous, I asked if she knew that her shirt was in danger of slipping of her shoulder. But my friend just told me that it was supposed to be like that- I thought I was gonna die on the spot."

Softly giggling, I notice one of the fridges had Hayate's favorite ice cream. Grabbing it, I went to the counter to pay for my items.

"Not only that, I made a wrong move at the Izakaya I work at and got scolded." The worker bagged my items and wished me a "Good night.", I place the items in my mini-backpack, and hoist it back over me. I asked Hayate to elaborate what happened, and he explained that he tried to be more "chummy" and "refreshing" and the manager immediately chewed him out.

Feeling laughter begin to bubble, I cover my mouth. "I-I see.." I stop at the crosswalk, waiting for the lights to change. "But you shouldn't try so hard to be someone different, you're perfect as you are." The light changes signaling me to cross, I make sure I'm heading to Hayate's by looking at the street names.

The street looking more and more familiar with each passing block. "I'm thinking about quiting the Izakaya job and trying to find somewhere a little closer." I hummed and saw Hayate's apartment complex, "If it's what you want to do Hayate, I'm there for you." Walking up towards the door, you typed in Hayate's code,

"Hmm? Hey, I'll be back. Someone's at my door."

"Yeah, it's me! I have snacks!!"

...

"HUH?!" Hayate shouts over the phone, the red light soon flashes green and the sound of the lock unlocking let's me know it's okay to walk in.

"H-How did you get here so fast?! Did you seriously walk over here at night?!" He asks, his worried voice amplified from the phone. As I walked upstairs and down the hall, " Yup! I got here while talking with you. You know how I said I was about to take a break? I was gonna go on a late dinner-slash-snack run before you texted me. Hurry up and let me in you goof, I got your favorite ice cream and another surprise for you."

I hear some muffled footsteps and shuffling inside, "B-But it's messy inside." His voice whispers through, causing me to pout. "Then I guess you get no ice cream and no surprise!"

He goes quiet, the drops the call. The door unlocks and Hayate opens the door a smidge, "W-Welcome.. Come in." He moves to open the door, his minimalist apartment wasn't as messy as he made it out to be. Just a couple of JUMPs scattered about, but that's it, pulling out the bag I hand it over to Hayate. "It's mostly my favorites, but I made sure to get the ice cream and chips you like." I set my mini-backpack on the hook attached to his door, I turn around to see that he's setting the bag down on his coffee table.

Hayate opens his ice cream and eats it with the wooden paddle it comes with, sitting down across from him. Watching him, more specifically his lips.

"I did say I had a "surprise".. It's appropriate to start kissing right?? We've hugged, h-held hands... Even walked to University together! It's been a half a month... Surely he wouldn't mind.." I debate with myself, not noticing the Hayate's turning red. He moved the spoon away from his lips, "Did you want some- mmp!" I leaned over the table and gave his lips a soft peck, my cheeks resonate heat.

Pouring my feelings for Hayate in that one single peck, I pull away and give him a bashful smile. "That's the surprise, a little pick me up for the nerve-racking day you had.. Sorry that happened to you, Hayate." I watched as his face exploded in red, he covers his mouth and turns away.. "Not.. Fair... I wanted to be the one to.. Ki-ki-ki..." He mumbles.

I let out a cheeky laugh and go to open my bag of chips, "Sorry for making the move first Haya'~" His blush worsens, "..You can stay as long as y-you want.. Just let me walk you home though. It's dangerous to walk alone at night." I felt my heart race and my smile widened, popping a chip in my mouth. "You got yourself a deal! Be prepared Hayate- I love cuddles."

" "Cu-Cuddles"?!" I laughed out loud, placing my clean palm under my chin. Staring lovingly at my shy boyfriend resume eating his ice cream

" Hayate Ichikura, the easily embarrassed and highly introspective.. How cute." I mentally coo. You can't help but plan more kisses for him in the future.

A/n: Whoop! Whoop!! Another fluffy drabble down, Hayate's very adorbs and deserves reassuring vibes and comfort every time he feels embarrassed!

[therandomeer]

Answer 21, Tag 21

Answer 21, tag 21

Tagged by my cool friend @pratigyakrishnaki

1. Nicknames:  Lilly (Family nickname was/is Munchkin)

2. Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

3. Height: 5’1″

4. Hogwarts House: -takes the test- Ravenclaw, apparently owo

5. Last Thing I Googled: "which potter house am I in” 

6. Favorite Musicians: I thought it said Musicals. Got excited. Uh, Vitamin String Quartet, Jason Mraz, Blue October.

7. Song Stuck in My Head: Miku & Luka: “Let’s Be Honest” 

8. Following Now: 520

9. Followers: 580

10. Do I Get Asks: Not often, no. I’d like more 

11. Amount of Sleep: I slept 7 hours last night.

12. Lucky Number: 11

13. What am I Wearing? Pink v-neck t-shirt, black and white pajama pants (with pockets), just finishing this up before I get dressed for college. 

14. Dream Job: Librarian, Museum Curator-person, more ideally just a domestic person who can do all the chores for everyone else who has 40+ hour work-weeks, but if I have to work to then I want to balance both. Keeping the house up and running is just as important as having a full-time job, and I’d kill to just keep things afloat for others if they don’t have the time or energy to do so. 

15. Dream Trip: Going back to Poland, or going to Japan, Russia, and/or Cuba. 

16. Favorite Food: Mozzarella sticks

17. Instruments: None, but I can play a little piano. 

18. Languages: English, re-learning conversational Spanish

19. Favorite Song: I guess right now it’s Dear One (KOTSW) 

20. Random Fact: I have had maxillofacial surgery on my jaw and you can feel the plates under my skin. No external scars though :) 

21. Aesthetic: Flowers, black and white manga caps, soft pastels Tagging: I mean I don’t even know 21 people. But I’ll tag some mutuals who I know, and the people I love who aren’t tagged can obvi do this I just don’t want to bother them with an @ cause anxiety. @seldom-lavish , @thelesbianofsteel , @oobiboobi , @jessicaisacuck, @pwesident, @thevasthonk, @meowtunacaptor

[madamhatter]

“They come flocking to my cauldron crying, “Spells, Azul, please!” and I help them. Yes I do.” ( I'm sorry it was too perfect now to )

disney lyrics: villain edition (pt.1) | sentence prompts | accepting

For the past four years, the sorceress played observer and outsider to the world of the Night Raven College’s students. Physically removed from her true self, the mind too displaced from memories, Myrtle Madley the head librarian was born from the shadows of where her identity once was. Kindly knitted smile and well-mannered gestures aside, her presence was never too noted -- much like a phantom who resided in an unidentifiable body for those same four years. One who hadn’t remember their name, one who failed to piece together their life before, ....even if they had one before. 

But, this new life she created for herself in the library was interesting. As she couldn’t relate and understand their everyday choices and lives, it was a source of entertainment, and learning, for she removed from life itself. 

The critically desperate or passionately invested would flock to her domain -- the library -- and busy themselves with either researching or studying. Yet, all progression of their interests came to a sudden halt. ‘Most valued the space of learning for unacademic conversation, as opposed to the honest pursuit of knowledge,’ she would say while wielding her staff, her own words were drowned by the frantic screams from fleeing students. 

Most of the topics, while not appropriate for the academic setting, were all the more revealing about the academy’s ecology. When discussing comparing the different year students, the dormitories, and their affiliations (clubs, specialties, home towns, etc.), the dynamics were far too obvious, if not comically, hard to ignore. But, then came the actual workings of these dynamics.

Internal politics weren’t her favorite subject. It was too bothersome to get involved with such meaningless wars of pride and territory. It wouldn’t matter once they graduated. Certain students were bred for it, others were not. But, it wouldn’t impact their further future either way. Only those who were getting picked on and bullied were affected in the closer future and it was conducted by these students too engrossed about power-lust and, in some cases, blood-lust.

What a misfortune it was now for the sorceress’s curse to ebb away, her older form slowly fading. If she were to morph carelessly in front of students, she’d surely be compromised. In such trying times, now having to devote a new persona that needed to further interact with these students, Sophie wished her memories hadn’t returned so soon.  

Yet, she held no final decision. It was already arranged. Certain bumps were along the road, considering the magicless perfect that was spat out into their world, but it was settled. 

Simeon’s arrangements and late introduction piqued the interest of the students -- that they couldn’t avoid -- but the rumors mill was quickly picking traction. Even in the Myrtle disguise, she heard some allegations that led to her discipline bordering vicious than stern. 

The second student to enter Ramshackle, right after the other worlder, outright absent from the opening ceremony too. Of course, speculation would be boundless and students so obsessed with knowing would dig their noses into things where they don’t belong. 

Simeon’s eyes refrained from moving upright, mind half-heartedly listening to the conversation at hand. Seated straight and properly, both of their gloved hands rested on the frame of their lap. Unmoving, unexpressive, they were far too illegible at that moment to betray just how far their thoughts were removed from the current situation.

Dissonance and echoes of seawater, muffled scratches of chairs being moved, the delicate clank of glasses being arranged, and the sharp taps of heels against the ground, Simeon finally returned to reality. 

Behind the seated student was the vibrant and lush glow of the Coral Sea, blue and teal lights spill over their figure from the vast oceanic backdrop. Large and curved dark purple seats surround the tables, chandeliers composed of wavy pieces akin to jellyfish hung from the walls and were illuminated, and a large bar occupied the right-hand side of the area.

Simeon recalled the background of the location. Mostro Lounge, a recent business venture created by the Octavinelle Dorm’s prefect once he began his first year. The headmaster had been acquainted with the idea far ahead than any of the staff members -- given the fact that said student presented the proposition and had the headmaster signing a contract within an hour. And he hadn’t even been in the school for nearly a month. 

When Sophie had learned of this, there was surely color and choice words she prepared for her superior. But, she quietly stomped out her revolt, as a year ago, she believed she wouldn’t have to be bothered by such proposals and politics. 

Yet, now, here they were, seated in the center of one of the tables of this now successfully, if not deviously rooted, business. Simeon, too, had to face the reality that the same student who’d swept the headmaster --which isn’t hard to do-- was before them, seated comfortably in a contemporary black leather armchair. 

Azul Ashengrotto, Octavinelle’s dorm prefect and the lead manager to the Mostro Lounge, bestowed an honor onto Simeon. 

Within a matter of a month, a query was delivered to Simeon midday as the student body was exchanging between claws in the early morning. A formal introduction and exchange of friendly words, the Octavinelle student informed them. Curtsy included, the first-year delivery boy presented the summoning in the form of a white envelope with the Octavinelle’s logo appearing on the wax seal. 

While an antiquated practice, sending letters, it made as much sense for Simeon when they realize anything digital would’ve been impossible. After all, how do you invite someone with no phone? Though, Simeon could appreciate the finer work of preparing and using a uniformed system that makes one’s brand recognizable. No doubt, the envelope couldn’t be confused for any other dorm but Octanvinelle’s. 

Though seated now before the dorm prefect, the young student had kept themselves quiet but respectful, thankful for the invitation, as being polite required to be such. Fake smile ready, Simeon played along with the delicate and purposeful chosen words that they used in reference to themselves and any questions that were trying to break the ice and acquire information about themselves. That simply couldn’t do. 

Many employees -- or should they assume volunteers -- had already begun entering the lounge or had already been there to prepare for their afternoon shift. Judging from the armbands, quite a few weren’t from the Octavinelle dormitory -- and Simeon already had their suspicions as to why they must’ve been forced to work. 

Though, the infamous Leech brothers weren’t anywhere to be found. Never had Simeon personally encountered them. All that was acquired about them was through their Myrtle identity. The one with the left dark grey strand spent some hours in the library, researching about botany and having a particular interest in fungi. The one with the right dark grey strand came in as frequently, but not as persistently as his sibling. It was on-and-off, not having a keen schedule. But, more than not, they both came to the library together, but not for the reasons that Myrtle would’ve liked them too... As she remembers, it was ‘business’ related.

"Just as the Octavinelle dorm represents, you built this establishment based around the compassion of the Great Sea Witch, no?” Pointed observation, Simeon glanced at their untouched drink. It was generously offered by the prefect for a price as loitering wasn’t permitted inside the lounge. That question alone generated some laughter from Azul, proud of how his work can be reflected by the success of the lounge itself. 

“An interesting business practice...” Simeon’s voice trails off, which was immediately picked up by the cane-wielding student. With both of his thin silver brows raised, the older student cleared their throat, clarifying, “Ah, I’m referencing how the employees aren’t exclusively belonging to your dormitory, Mister Ashengrotto. All that come here abide by the rules of the dormitory, as you’ve mentioned. The surprise itself is how peaceful it is between the workers. As I’m becoming aware of, and as you’re already aware of, in-fighting is quite popular amongst students, depending on their affiliation.” 

The man adjusted himself in his seat, far too assumed by how quickly the newcomer spoke and how right he was. The Mostro Lounge was a unique case altogether, and it was all thanks to his scheming devotion and planning.

“How do you make it possible?” 

Simeon partially regretted asking this inquiry because it seemed the businessman was waiting for this moment. 

Long-winded explanation included, Azul hadn’t spared any details about the founding of the Mostro Lounge and his capabilities as its manager, but he ventured even further into his own unique services. Almost as if Simeon’s question was the perfect segway.

Is this what I was called here for? To get into a contract? Why else would he have eagerly begun his speech that sounds far too practiced? Simeon gathered a general gist of what Azul was capable of doing. Yet, the exact magic itself was one Azul has yet to disclose. According to him, he’s able to help out those who are in desperate need, for he is willing to help for those who need it. 

“Mister Ashengrotto, I take it that you mean well for the opportunity you provide,” they roll their hand, quick to intervene before the other’s ego got the better of him. “Your work is popular and already widespread across the entire student body. That is a feat that not even your fellow prefects could claim.” 

“However, it comes only when those who need help desire it. It must be quite a time-sensitive matter.” Simeon met Azul’s eyes. “I supposed that period of time is drawing closer too, no?” 

“You must be assured that those who need it will come out of their own volition. But, it'll only be during that time...if they actually need it too..” 

Clearing their throat, Simeon glanced down, quietly pulling out a pocket watch.

“The time..It’s almost time for the lounge to open and I must make do with my limited free time to get familiar with the campus.” Simeon nods their head at the prefect, preparing themselves to leave. 

“Thank you again for welcoming me to Night Raven’s College. And, ah, best of luck with your next shift.” 

[alkhale]

Hello hello miss!... Uh, I think that's how you identify??? If not, please tell me!!! I don't wanna misgender you on accident or something Q-Q Anyways, I've been reading Memo, and I! Really love Hoku, and the way she interacts with the world, and her relationships with everyone, it's just really well written. Plus, she sounds REALLY pretty and I'm weak for that. That aside, are you up for getting ideas for Memo!AUs people've had, or headcanons? If not it's cool, just wanted to ask :> ~ Vira

omg u good, dw anon. 

THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU CUTIE, I FEEL LIKE I SHOULD USE AN uwu WHEN ANSWERING THIS ONE HAHAHAHA. Thank you for loving it and thank you so much!! CALLING HOKU PRETTY IS SO SWEET WHEN SHE PROBABLY JUST LOOKS AT HERSELF LIKE HELL YEAH THAT KIIONOHI WAS WORTH IT. 

I’m guilty of already having a lot of AU ideas for Memos and I might just start a story on AO3 for a collection of them so they don’t clutter the actual story or I can go more in depth or explore some other things hahaha. I’ll start putting them in little omakes and stuff, but Memos chapters have been hella long so I’m worried about overbogging stuff but y’all seem chill with these crazy counts so i hope u don’t mind

AUs:

- School AU, this one’s just fun shenanigans and I love modern AUs. School Council President Sabo, Ace being Ace, Hot teacher Shanks, for some reason Kid and Hoku both have the same art class in basic architecture and metal welding because he’s a grease monkey and Hoku likes designs. Straw Hat crew in school, Brook’s a popular soul musician. Franky and Robin are teachers. 

- MODERN AU. I have so many ideas i wanna hash out for different Modern AUs, hahaha, i’m so attracted to these and was this close to writing it out instead as its own kind of story but Memos won over. 

ASL+Hoku living together and their daily life (together its HASL like hassle and that’s exactly what it’s like with these idiots)

Started to live together once Ace and Sabo were in their third year of high school, it’s been awhile now. (Hoku’s family passed away when she was young, Garp was doing marine work stationed in Hawaii and took an interest in her but before he could find her, she went to live with ‘someone else’ until he managed to shove her in with Luffy, she’s technically an emancipated minor)

Ace is a construction worker/part time fire fighter and picks up all sorts of odd jobs and errand runs.

Whitebeard took him in on several occasions when stuff happened. Ace is super close to the group even though they’re lowkey high profile crime bosses. Marco’s a doctor underground and professional, Thatch is a chef (whitebeard’s crew always sends gifts and visits and hooks them up with deals at random places)

“Ace! Can you call Marco? I think Hoku’s anemic again.”

“I swear to god, put down that phone he’s going to give me all those pills and I don’t wanna pay the hospital bill–”

“But it’s free.”

“God damn it.”

Sabo works for a high fashion brand design/political activist group (somehow these two meshed and Dragon runs both so)

Hoku and Luffy are students almost finishing up with high school. 

Sabo is designated most put-together-has-his-shit-ready, if you can’t find your paint brushes Hoku, ask Sabo. Ace, Sabo put ur laundry away already. He’s usually in charge of meals and making sure the bills get paid. (Their apartment is spacious but a little dingy and random stuff breaks or falls apart but Ace and Hoku are really handy and always fixing shit)

Ace can only make pasta and grilled foods. He’s great with the barbecue. Luffy can’t cook. Hoku cooks pretty damn well but she’s clumsy in the kitchen so she tries to cook before Sabo or Ace get home and they scream something about her cutting off a finger and needing stitches again

House is always decorated with flowers or something nice like a painting or photos or tapestries. Hoku always does that.

They have a small garden plot by the apartment complex. Hoku and Sabo take care of it. Ace and Luffy eat from it a lot and run out animals trying to steal the tangerines from the tree Nami’s adopted mom gave them as a house warming gift.

The three of them fill out a lot of her pages in her sketchbooks and easels. “Is that Sabo again?” “Yeah, he fell asleep reading and he looks too perfect so I wanted to draw it.” “That kinda pisses me off.” “Me too, we’ll do something about it when I finishl.”

Her art classmates are always super eager to see her stuff and ask about the hot older guys in her drawings and please ask them to model. Hoku relents. Ace comes in to model because he gets paid. That’s a story for another day.

Hoku has regular poker nights for awhile now with a group of people Ace and Sabo didn’t think about (they always thought it was the girls or some friends like their friend group) until one night Luffy goes to hang out with the others and they’re like?? Hoku??? and Luffy’s like?? Hoku doesn’t do poker nights with us you dummies.

This sends them into a panic attack and Sabo has Hoku’s location at all times because he did something permanent to her phone (Hoku does not know this) and they visit (stalk) her at one of her poker nights. Find out its in some weirdly shady fancy club body guarded by a bunch of ridiculously macho looking guys (it’s actually Daz, Vergo and some others) They stake out and froth at the mouth, nearly dying when they see Hoku walk out surrounded by GIANT MEN DOUBLE HER SIZE AND AGE, HOKU HONEY, WHAT? It’s Crocodile and Doflamingo, usually Mihawk, and sometimes Jimbei comes.

Hoku’s like ?? I’ve played poker with these guys for forever. (They’re big crime syndicates and totally into illegal business and Sabo knows this and Ace is ready to murder) but apparently Hoku weaseled her way in and she’s a good player so they have fun and like gambling with her. They always suggest taking her to Vegas with them because they’re high rollers but Hoku’s always like nah i got school and work.

Sabo and Ace after herding her home try to convince her to stop meeting with them and Hoku’s just like lmao no and takes out huge wads of cash from her pockets. “They’re ridiculously rich and I win a lot.” They also pay for a lot of good food and Hoku’s not about to pass that up. (She sneaks leftovers for Luffy all the time ((but the older men already know and usually just have shit boxed up for her anyway))) 

“But they’re older men and dangerous!”

“It’s not like I’m going on a date with them. It’s just gambling.”

“You like older men!”

“Oh, yeah, huh.”

Law and Kid are classmates and Luffy and Hoku hang out with them a lot when its not with their crew and Ace and Sabo are always like cant you hang out with better people. Kid and Law never feel welcome in their house but Hoku’s just like dw if they bother u i won’t talk to them and then they get upset and yada yada. Doesn’t stop Ace and Sabo from being super mean looking and scary. Kid and Law are hard to ward off, unfortunately.

Law’s studying to be a doctor, well on the way. Kid’s a mechanic and works at a shop and does street racing. Hoku wants to design a car interior for him.

People always say Sabo seems like the prim and perfect gentlemen of the three and he’ll make a good husband and they just laugh and Hoku tells Koala and she laughs because they always wave their hands and say nah nah, Sabo’s secretly the most sneaky and lowkey scary/sadistic/a tease out of all of them, don’t let the pretty face fool you

(and he really is, sometimes he makes Hoku beg for the pretty cakes he brings home from work from clients because he thinks its cute when she’s trying to reach them over his head)

Shanks is a famous traveler/explorer, always known for doing crazy stuff and his team of explorers climb mountains, explore caves, travel all around the world and take beautiful shots and Hoku and Luffy always tune in. Shanks saved Luffy once from a freak accident and he’s his hero and Hoku has such a hopeless crush on him.

Modern AU where Law is Luffy’s partner in college for a project and he goes to Luffy’s house. Hoku’s a TA for Shanks and stupidly stupid for him and Law meets her and feels things.

Modern AU where Strawhat crew goes on a road trip.

Monsters AU. Hoku’s a ghost.

Hanahaki AU. Red flowers.

Marines AU.

Genderbent AU.

Some other ones but i gotta go finish that essay i mentioned hahaha, hope these were fun! the modern HASL one ran away with me

THANKS FOR LOVING IT

[istheresomebodywhocanimagine]

Sorry for the bother but may I get a Queen and BoRhap ship please? I have that awful sense of direction, I got lost in a restaurant. I also will never admit publicly that I like someone. Hate to be told what to do and people prying into my life. Always calm and would never be rude to people. A caring and a friendly person. Ambitious. I'm 158 cm tall, a bit chubby. Metalhead. A bit of a tomboy. Major introvert. Hard worker. Overthinker. Open-minded. I'm good at learning new languages.

figured i should get one of these bad boys out of the way tonight before i rlly dive into my homework so here goes

i LOVE that you love metal i fuck with pantera so hard idk if thats the kind of metal you’re talking about but i’ve also seen FFDP and korn live so that was fucking unreal hi everyone yes i have the broadest taste in music ever sorry

ANYWAYS ships r below the cut :^)

For Queen, I ship you with Roger Taylor!

I almost said Brian, but I think you two would be too alike to last. However, you and Roger? A match made in heaven.

Roger genuinely loves that you’re a metalhead - he’s always up on trends, so the fact that you’ve got an in on the metal scene gives him the insight he needs to keep up with what’s hot and what’s not.

Also, Roger would love that you’re shorter than him - I mean, he probably constantly gets hell for being shorter than Brian, so that fact that you’re much shorter than him would be a source of great enjoyment/relief for him.

When you first met, you were in the same class as Roger, and it was a discussion-based forum class that you absolutely loathed - a group of maybe 20 of you, sitting in a circle, discussing what went wrong and what went right in your labs earlier in the week - it wasn’t required, but you got extra credit, and you always wanted to be able to improve on your grade if at all possible. 

And since Roger didn’t want to piss off his parents with low marks while he was supposedly off at college ‘studying,’ he showed up too.

Roger was the only person that made the class bearable - he sat next to you, and he was constantly peeking over at your notes, chuckling when you wrote things like ‘instructor has no earthly idea what they’re talking about’ ‘this is wrong’ and ‘how does he even have a degree to teach this’

One time, Roger was so amused by your notes that he laughed out loud, interrupting a discussion between another student and the instructor, who looked at him and asked him to say what he thought, if he was so amused by what they apparently got wrong.

He glanced at you, hopeless - he hadn’t been paying attention, but you had, so you nonchalantly wrote ‘control group is not tablet and water - just water,’ then underlined it a few times. Roger glanced down, then nodded imperceptibly before folding his hands together and leaning over the desk.

“You lot are talking as if the control group is the antacid tablet AND the water - it’s just the water.” You marveled at how confident he sounded as he said so, and his blue eyes quickly met yours, sending you a charming grin before he was called upon again.

“The control group is the tablet fully dissolved in water, mate.” The student who had been bantering with the instructor was clearly upset Roger had insulted their intelligence, so they decided to challenge his.

“Actually, he’s right,” you chimed in, your voice quieter. Usually, you’d only speak when called upon in this class, but you knew Roger couldn’t bullshit his way through this one completely. “The control group is technically the water, untouched by the tablet. It’s affected by no variables, making it the control group.”

It was Roger’s turn to marvel at your sudden burst of confidence, and after class, he caught up to you in the hall to thank you. He’d always thought you were kind of cute, so this gave him his excuse to talk to you outside of class.

“Hey, I owe you one for what just happened back there,” he said, matching your pace as you headed for the front door of the building. Although he had class immediately after, he made a snap decision to skip so he could go wherever you were headed.

“Oh, it was no big deal, they’re morons,” you replied, a rosy blush creeping up on your cheeks when you glanced up at him, finding his gaze to be directly on you. When he held open the door for you, you thanked him, and he continued to walk with you as you headed back towards the dorms where you were living. 

“I’m Roger, if you didn’t know,” he introduced, holding out his hand for you to shake as you walked, and you shook his hand gently, smiling at him. “We should study together sometime - you seem like you know a hell of a lot more about this than I do. Actually, are you busy right now?”

And that’s where it all started.

Your ambition and drive to learn satiates Roger - both of you feed off of each other’s energy, constantly teaching each other new things and always trying to participate in new experiences.

But for smart people, you and Roger (especially Roger) can have your moments of being airheaded. What would life be without those moments anyways? 

If you had a good sense of direction and Roger wouldn’t be so stubborn about neglecting his glasses, you would have never ended up in book club in Lower Manhattan instead of an actual club.

It was one of their later US tours, and Roger had flown you out to NYC to see them play Madison Square Garden. Afterwards, you’d opted to go out alone, and it was a nice night out, so you two took off in your rental car with the top down, enjoying the only slightly smelly NYC air and the sound of relentlessly honking cars. 

Quickly, you found yourselves lost as you tried to follow the directions the manager had given you, which was a pointless attempt. You were humorously exasperated, but your calm nature let you continue to be more amused than anything.

“Roger, please just let me turn around and go back to the venue - you know I’m bad with directions.”

“Absolutely not, I’d rather die,” he dismissed, making you laugh in slight exasperation as you stopped at a stoplight, dropping your hands into your lap. “Now where are we going next, sweets?”

“I don’t know, Rog,” you groaned, holding your head in your hands. “What does that street sign say?”

“I dunno, it’s blurry to me,” he grumbled, making you laugh again at his horribly serious need for glasses. “Don’t laugh at me! I’m crippled.”

“Did you bring your glasses when you left for the US?” you asked pointedly, and Roger nodded furiously as you pressed on the gas when the light turned green, advancing forward towards God knows where. “Then why were they on the nightstand when I left a couple days ago?”

“Imposters!” he joked, distracting you and making you laugh as you shook your head. When you were unmoved, he leaned over the center console and pressed a noisy, wet kiss to your cheek, making you shrug him off and laugh. “I’m just taking the piss, please don’t put me in time out for forgetting them. I love you.”

“Uh huh... forgetting,” you replied, using a playfully disbelieving tone before you sighed and looked around at the street signs, spotting one makeshift sign on the sidewalk that had an arrow and said ‘The Club’ and nothing else. “Well, that’s convenient. The Club. Let’s stop there.”

When you finally made it to the door, you walked in hesitantly. It didn’t seem like the type of building to be housing a dance club, but Roger was all for the simplicity of the name, so he led you in, quickly realizing that you were not in a dance hall, but a library.

“Oh my god, Roger,” you whispered, looking around at the stacks of books before meeting eyes with a group of middle-aged ladies who were holding copies of A Clockwork Orange. “This is a book club. They’re reading A Clockwork Orange. We’ve got to go.”

“Ooh, I love that book!” he said out loud, approaching the ladies without a hint of fear in him and turning your nerves all the way up to 11 as you reluctantly followed, still laughing to yourself at Roger’s unbelievable extroversion. “Come on, Y/N! Now ladies, what do we think of Dim and Georgie so far?”

And for BoRhap, I ship you with Joe Mazzello!

You’re a tomboy? Joe genuinely nuts for tomboys, for lack of better wording. 

He loves taking you to baseball games, whether they are for the Yankees or for the team that his brother coaches. You don’t mind the down and dirty nature of the game - after all, you aren’t exactly the ribbons and bows type. 

Speaking of baseball, you two met on the set of Undrafted. You were actually an old friend of Duke’s who lived in the area where they were filming - Joe had cast him as Ty, a tense character, and Duke had brought you along, saying he needed you as an extra body to sit in the crowd.

But really, he’d brought you along so you could zen him out when he needed to relax on breaks - your calmness always helped him chill, and he knew from the script that quite a few of the actors could use your balance when they were filming the high intensity scenes.

Joe was probably the most intensely angry character in the movie, and you noticed that very early on. You were seated near their dugout, pretending to text on an outdated Blackberry, when a bat came flying at the fence in front of you, making you jump slightly as it hit the chain links and bounced to the ground, rolling away from you.

“Sorry, bad aim,” Joe grumbled as he came to grab the bat, still partially in character, and you couldn’t help but send him a smile as he straightened back up, bat in hand.

“It’s alright, don’t worry.” The mellow sound of your voice intrigued Joe, and he gave you a slow nod before smiling a bit and turning back to go do the shot again. In fact, your mellowness was infectious, and exactly what he needed - the next shot, he absolutely nailed his intended target with the bat.

Once everyone had decided to take a lunch break, Duke came over to join you on the small set of bleachers, shaking some dust out of his hair before replacing the ball cap.

“What’s good for grub around here?” Duke asked, sitting down next to you. As you opened your mouth to answer, you heard a pair of baseball cleats crunching over gravel as they jogged nearer, then stopped in front of the two of you.

“Where are you two headed? Can I bum a ride?”

In front of you stood Joe, far calmer now, and far more attractive when he was up close. 

“That’s up to Y/N here,” Duke replied, standing up to join Joe and helping you off the bleachers. Now that you were standing, Joe was easily taller than you, and you almost wished you were at eye level again due to the bleachers.

“Y/N? I’m Joe.” He held out a hand as he introduced himself, and you shook it gently, giving him the same smile you’d given him not too long ago and gaining a goofy grin in return.

From then on, you became Joe’s right hand set therapist for when he got too into his angry scenes, and he became your random baseball facts plug once he found out you had at least some interest in the game.

Joe’s extroverted nature balances well with your tendency for introversion, but sometimes, it causes small clashes. Thankfully, you’re so calm and have such a mellowing effect on Joe, clashes never escalate to the point where you’re actually arguing. 

Your overthinking also sometimes clashes with his impulsive tendencies. He’s a bit of a serial Instagram poster, while you have to stare at your posts for 20 minutes before you reword the caption and then post it after proofreading twice. 

One time, you’d been listening to some of your dearly beloved metal when Joe had come in, phone raised as he took a video of himself headbanging to the music, turning so he could get you in the frame. When you waved him off and covered your face with the other hand, laughing, he pouted playfully before ending the video.

There was a moment of silence as you heard him clicking away at the keyboard, then he joined you on the couch, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you into his side gently. “Work, work, work. Whatcha working on now?”

You snuggled into his side, resting your head on his shoulder, and a small smile formed on your lips as he gave you an affectionate kiss on the head. 

“Just replying to some emails.”

“The grind never stops!” Joe then pulled out his phone again, texting something to Ben on Instagram that intrigued you.

“Why was Ben asking about me?” you questioned, sitting up a bit as Joe smiled sheepishly and hid his phone from you.

“Definitely not because I put that video on my story.”

“Joe! We’ve talked about this,” you laughed, sinking back down into a slumped position as you shook your head. “I swear, I’m going to delete Instagram off of your phone one day and Facebook Live the meltdown.”

“Please, at least Instagram Live it. Who uses Facebook?” You rolled your eyes at the exaggerated haughty tone that he took on as he said so, then raised an eyebrow when a notification from Chace Crawford also popped up. “Oh, no, your boyfriend is messaging me!” he gasped dramatically, opening the notification.

You snickered at that, shaking your head again and watching as he read the message. 

When he was done, he made a weird look before pulling up the camera and starting to record a live video. You barely had time to react and cover your face as you laughed, Joe putting on a serious expression. “Joe, you’re fired,” you mumbled, holding your laptop over your face as Joe switched to a pout. Chace popped in first to watch, followed by Ben and Gwil.

“I’ve just been fired as resident boyfriend and now I think Chace is moving in. Can anyone please let me bum on their couch? Ben??”

You giggled and scooted away from Joe as he talked to the growing number of people on his live, lamenting that you were kicking him out. At one point, he fell against your side, whining as he read Chace’s comment.

“Chace says he loves you and to come over. Your response?” 

“On my way,” you mumbled as you went back to your emails, barely loud enough for the camera, but the chat went nuts when some people caught it, Joe zooming in on his face. 

“Chace, she hates you and says she never wants to see you again.”

“Not what I said,” you gently corrected, grinning as you kept yourself just out of frame of his camera.

“Yes, it is. I’ve just decided it is... Love you.” He paused for a moment, looking up at you expectantly, and you raised an eyebrow, glancing between him and his phone. “Say it back,” he whispered, still loud enough for everyone to hear.

“I’m gonna go take a shower,” you resolved, closing your laptop and sitting it on the coffee table as Joe complained loudly, calling after you in a mock sad voice.

“Say it back!”

[artgirllullaby]

Hi I know I'm being very impatient it's just that I'm not over chapter 12 of your fanfiction and it was on a cliff hanger !!!! I need to find out what happens in your fanfiction. Have a nice day.

Hi there! Sorry I took long, I thought I had replied this .-.

You don’t have to worry, as a reader I understand you, but as a writer, I must explain a bit better what’s going on, you guys deserve an explanation and please understand I’m not about to make this a long reply as to be ignorant, it’s jsut really too much going on.

As you guys remember, I decided to post the 3 climax chapters at once right before StarBomb, but by doing that I also cut something off.

You see, when you guys got a chapter online, it meant I had finished another that was a bit ahead. Like, when I posted chapter 9, I was finishing the 12 and beggning 13. 

So my beta-readers were on their time (well, most of them *looks at @heeymarge*), when I finish a chapter I let it rest one day, then take a look and after that I send to my 4 beta-readers (@even-losers-can-win, Marjie, @allancutrim and @tamiletrange) so they check the continuity and a few grammar mistakes. If they spot something I forgot, a scene that wasn’t good or didn’t explain something well then they let me now so I fix it. After their reviews I sent to @mrevaunit42 (aka too precious for this world, also DaddE of the squad) for a final check (since english it’s not any of my or the other beta-readers first language, it’s good to know it makes sense to a native speaker) and tehn I prepare to post the new chapter.

You see, the process it’s long by itself, the fact I work and study for college doesn’t help, and just like me, the betas have their own lives. E is also an author (if you haven’t checked nova, GO NOW.), Allan is also college student and worker, Tami is studying to get a graduation, Marge works six days and just started college too; Me, AC and Allan are ont he last part of our colleges, so we are doing the master piece that will guarantee our graduation, so that takes time too.

When I posted the 3 chapters at once, I got a problem I haven’t realized by then. I was still writing the 13. Which meant yuo guys are updated with the beta-readers, when I finished I realized that it was HUGE, so I gave them permission to take their time to check it out because even I did take long to write and read. They are with Chapter 13, I’m still writing 14, but those chapters are very long so it’s taking a while. 

You guys are feeling more like a hiatus because the time we would take to read, take notes and fix was cut when I posted those 3 chapters at once, normally I would probably be posting 12 by NOW, not then. So… yeah… I don’t regret, but I admit I should have checked the schedule and timing, both weren’t much good, but well, what is done is done. If I ever do that again, I will be more carefull on watching out the time :)

I am not in hiatus, just freaking busy and out of schedule ^^’

Thank you very much for your concern and for the patience, you guys are the best! :)