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Character Development

BASICS

Full Name:  Luz Noceda 

Alias:   Apprentice

Nicknames: Bad Boy, (Luz Squad) B.Boy, (herself) Soft Boy, (Cottage) Baby Boy, (Eda) Nice Boy, (Sunny) Sweetheart (Bee)

Sex / Gender:  Female, Nonbinary  (she/her/hers, he/him/his, they/them/theirs ) .

Right or Left:    Left 

Age:   16.

Height:   5'6″.

Eye Color:    dark brown

Hair Color:   Dark brown

Distinguishing Marks:  She has a raven tattoo over her scar she received trying to stop her villain in her timeline. She’s shaved her left eyebrow in the middle to match her friend’s scar.  

Paragraph Of Physical Traits: She’s got a rather strong build which means she has no weak nerd arms and a significant amount of muscle to her arm. Her hair is slicked back like a wave and it’s always been like that it just has always naturally curled and folded over in that direction. When she sleeps it gets wavy or spikey sticking up like a parrot.

FAMILY / RELIGION

Parents / Guardians:     Camilla Noceda 

Siblings: n/a  adopted Brother King.

Marital Status:  Not married. 

Significant Other(s): Bee (Amity-Bee), Blushy (Amity in her timeline)  

Children:   N/A.

Other Relatives:   Many Many cousins, aunts and uncles and cousins on both sides of the family. 

Pets:   Bunga, (familiar, honey badger) Saturn, (familiar magical Owl) Calypso. (palisman Sable)  

Friends:     Cottage, Sunny, Iris, Bee, Lucky, Otter, Puppy, Gus, Willow.

Enemies:     Emperor Belos. 

Ethnicity:     Latina 

Religion:     None. 

Beliefs:    N/A

Superstitions:    black cats, broken mirrors. KARMA!

Languages:   English. Spanish. 

Diction / Accent:    Spanish 

SCHOOL / WORK / HOME

Education:   Public School / High scool leverl/ Hexside

Degree(s):   Not yet. 

Occupation:   Local Power washer for her boiling isles, Food delivery, Potion distributor. 

Own or Rent:    Neither.

Living Space:   Eda’s home in the owl house, Her home in the human realm, and Magic Treehouse bedroom. 

Work Space:    N/A.

Main Mode of Transport:   Skateboarding, Walking, running, or flying. Can drive, will learn, will drive without license. 

PSYCHOLOGY

Fears:      Being replaced / abandoned,  her anger issues, her home getting concurred, loosing her friends, venomous snakes, possessed creatures, dark mimics. spiders, The deepest depths of the Ocean, Slender Man, Siren Head.  

Secrets:    A big softie just doesn’t want many who meet her to realize it. 

IQ:     Was never formally tested,   but she may not be as intellectually gifted as the other Luz’s There’s a big jock mentally mindset to her as a whole.

Eating Habits:  Ravenous Appetite, no matter how much she eats she’s always asking for more. She can put some food away if someone has something they’re saving it’s too late she’s already gotten to it. 

Food Preferences: She enjoys Hot Wings they are her most favorite food besides Pizza coming around at a close second She likes a lot of junk food candy, cookies, chips of all kinds. On occasion she will eat something green though like some lettuce with taco meat or a green pepper. She’ll eat it all everything under the sun and even be adventurous eating a wide margin of other foods. She almost always has hot sauce on her there isn’t a single kind of meal she doesn’t love covered in the hot stuff.  

Sleeping Habits:   She sleeps well, for the most part, when she isn’t attempting to be a night owl she falls asleep relatively quick, even rivaling some of the younger Luz’s with how early she can fall asleep. It’s likely she has sleep apnea as she has tendency to snore so very loud and wakes up during the night in cold sweat, when she stops breathing from night terrors. She will oversleep until almost 2:00 in the afternoon if not monitored.         

Book Preferences:   She’s not a big egg-head book reader like the rest of the squad is the most Bad Boy read in school was “Animal Farm”, and The “Lord of the Flies”, in high school two books that peaked her interest a little bit. She also enjoys listening to Cottage read some horror books it’s the most she’ll really listen rather than use her eyes to read, in fact, one would say she struggles to read efficiently. 

Music Preferences:     Hip Hop, Rap, Dubstep, 80′s music, The Weekend, Various artists. 

Leader or Follower:    She likes to be the boss, but will occasionally follow if she doesn’t have to do much. 

Planner or Spontaneous:  Spontaneous! All of her ideas are never planned out she definitely does not look before she leaps. Her leaps are full of optimism and happy stupidity. The only time she tends to plan is when Bee holds her hand and forces her to take a step back. 

Journal:    Nope

Hobbies:    Dancing,   listening to music,     training,    watching videos / shows,  exercising,  roasting members of the Luz squad, doing dangerous stunts, skateboarding, basketball, baseball, (more so the batting range)  Surfing (Prior), Deep woods exploring, practicing her magic, teaching her familiars, (Saturn and Bunga) Listening to music, Swooning Bee, Video games, Baking Pizza, Breakdancing, Beat Boxing, Collecting Hats, Serenading, Dancing, Snuggling King.

How Do They Relax:  By listening to some calming beats privately, counting to 10, or at any point stroked by Bee she curls and becomes softer. 

What Excites Them:  Competitions,  Wild magic, Magical Creatures, Parkour, Plane Crash videos, Unus Annus, Dogs! Kitties, Being in charge, Buffalo sauce, Food!, Flirting, 

What Stresses Them:  Bossy individuals, Strict Parents, Rude people, Being inside the Emperor Castle, Being the butt of the joke, Tests, Explosives. Needles. 

Pet Peeves:   Vegan food, Whining, losing games, Being accused of being a perv, mocking, people stealing her hat,  Lucky sending her cursed images. 

Prejudices:  high horse, pretends not to be a trouble maker to stay in good graces, struggling to not be hostile towards her doppelgängers, 

Attitudes:   Closed off, Laid back, Aggressive,  or chill and cool depending on who you are. Bad Boy appears to be the “scary” anger issues Luz that is liable to explode at any moment and when she does her face and ears can get as red as Bee’s. You’re either in good graces with her or your not, she’s not always easy to approach unless you have a good sense of humor than she cracks up with you about stupid jokes. 

Obsessions:    Her shoes and hats, her favorite music, lids, BEE

Addictions:    Does addiction to sugary cereal count? because oh my god-!!

Ambitions:     Defeat Belos in her timeline, find a way to get adopted as a sibling by Cottage Core, Have her own identity outside of Cottage and the Luz squad.   Become a powerful witch, Make her mom proud.  

ASTROLOGY / PHISIOLOGY

Birth Date:    November 26,    2005.

Sign:    Sagittarius

Traits Associated with Western Sign:  loyal, smart, assertive, and compassionate personality   

Chinese Zodiac Sign:    The rooster

Traits Associated with Chinese Sign: active, amusing, and popular within a crowd. Roosters are talkative, outspoken, frank, open, honest, and loyal individuals. They like to be the center of attention and always appear attractive and beautiful.

Handwriting:     It’s okay…;      fairly sloppy.

Sexual History:   N/A.

General Health:     She takes pretty good care of herself as far as hygiene and having a good confident attitude.  experiencing some struggles with her adhd, bad posture leaves her with some back pain.

Mental Disabilities:      PTSD,   ADHD,  depression,  

Allergies:   Seasonal.

OBJECTS KEPT IN

Purse / Bag:  Wallet, towel, water bottle, Treehouse keys key chain,

Wallet:     Photo ID, Gold, Cash, rings, Brass knuckle, 

Fridge:     Chalked full of between meal and frozen pizza. 

Medicine Cabinet:  Bandages, Healing Potions, Icey-hot muscle rub,  

Glove Compartment:   Parking tickets, Trespassing tickets, concert tickets. 

Junk Drawer:     fidget spinners, gum, pens, sharpies, stress balls. 

Backpack:   Hats, Snacks, Mints, hair gel, Extra clothes, socks,  pepper spray, hand sanitizer, suntan lotion, hair brush

Desk:   Doodles, Paper Airplanes, Crumpled up Paper.

Clothes Pockets:    Phone, Hot Sauce packets, hand warmers, stress ball.  

OTHER

Halloween Costumes:   A zombie, the cementary is hiring.

Talents:    break dancing, beat boxing, fighting in close quarters, self defense, making Luz squad question their sanity, making jokes, flipping her hat. being annoying. 

Politics: Nah. 

Flaws:   stand offish,  moody,     blunt and direct,   vain,  doesn’t like to be on the losing side indecisive, selfish,

Strengths:  Her optimism, strong sense of personal integrity, avoiding the status quo, free spirited, confidence level, good sense of humor.  

Drugs / Alcohol:    N/A. No who invited? 

Passwords:     The most random shit. 

Prized Possessions:   Her hat passed down by her oldest cousin, her unus annus sweatshirt, a small wolf plushy named Akela 

Time and Place:    Currently, at the Treehouse interviewing new members of the Luz squad. She just got back from a trip and she has jet lag.     

Special Places:      The treehouse, her original house, The owl house, the forest where she goes to meet Blushy, The cliff by the Grom tree, the beach. 

Special Memories:   Meeting Eda and King then running into Cottage and Bee, Becoming friends with Cottage Core learning magic from them, Teasing Belos and Hunter with Cottage Core, Dancing with Bee at her Grom, becoming a polyamorous couple with Bee and Cottage. Being accepted into the Luz Squad. 

Tagged by:    Stole it from @witchesborn​

Tagging:    You,    if you want to do it.

[otome-writer51]

A Ninja’s Kin

Hey guys!!!!!! It has been a long time since I’ve posted a story. I’ve been lacking motivation, but I am back with a piece dedicated to the lovely @raisukemerch. I had this amazing woman as my person in the writers/artist exchange in @voltage-vixen Kings of Paradise server. Thank you so much Kristen for organizing this whole entire event. It was so much fun to write something for someone, and getting to understand their favorite character(s). Also for just being the amazing, crazy, kind person you are!!!!!!!!! I might have went a little crazy Bunny, but it was all worth it!!!!! Writing this piece for you helped me develop a closer bond as friends with you, and I wouldn’t trade that for the world. You also got me addicted to SLBP; which I was hesitant to play because I wasn’t a fan of SAC. I will thank you forever for getting me hooked on this game!!!!!! I got to writing and I just couldn’t stop; it’s a bit longer than you were probably expecting, but YOU DESERVE ALL OF IT YOU AMAZING HUMAN!!!!! You are the best merch dealer on the planet, and you have the most amazing chicken!!!!!!!!!!! I know you have already read it in a PDF on the server, but it needs to go here so everyone can see how badass you and your family are, and how cute you and Saizo are of course!!!!!!!! I hope you enjoy it even more here on Tumblr!!!!!! I LOVE YOU BUNNY SO MUCH!!!!!!!! YOU ARE TRULY SAIZO’S LITTLE LADY!!!!!!!

Now onto the many many many thanks I have to give. I want to say thank you to @leoamber66 and @voltage-vixen for helping me get this spot on. I just started playing this game, and didn’t know everything I needed to do Saizo justice. You both helped me with that, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!! Also thank you so much Kristen for helping me with Saizo at the ending. You are the only person that has read the original version of the ending, and I am so glad you read it, and gave me feedback. I originally was only going to fix it, but after talking with you I realized it needed a complete overhaul!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lastly I want to give SUPER GINORMOUS THANKS TO @the-voltage-diaries(Zela) and @awesomeallseeingeye(Kay)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First off, Zela made this beautiful edit to go with this novel, and it is absolutely amazing!!!!!!!! Thank you so much for the POV banner, it adds a certain magic that it didn’t have before. These two outstanding ladies were with me the most while I was writing this piece. They both edited the whole entire thing to make it perfection!!!!!!!! When one of them went to sleep it was time for the other to wake up; and they helped me so much, even though they did not have to!!!!!!!! This piece would not be the way it is now without the two of you guys!!!!! THANK YOU ZELA AND KAY SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE BOTH OF YOU!!!!!!!!!! I COULD NOT HAVE DONE THIS WITHOUT YOU!!!!!!!! Also all the laughs we shared typing back and forth on the document will stay with me forever, I will never forget them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Go give all these wonderful folks some love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now without further ado I present to you Bunny’s amazing family!!!! (It is in five parts to avoid having over 10,000 words on one post).

“Ha! Haru, you need to square up your shoulders to your target more if you ever want to beat me,” my oldest boy, Takeshi, chided his younger brother on his form. He had him in a compromising position to say the least, until Haru gracefully moved out of his clutches.

“I will beat you, with my shoulders squared or not,” my much younger boy growled at his older brother, knocking heads and giving him a death glare. You would think Haru was going to win this round, with how much anger he spat those words at Takeshi.

‘They get more competitive everyday,’ I giggled to myself, thinking. They were fiercely competitive, just like their father, but perhaps not as competitive as…

“Hi-ya!” Tackling both boys to the ground was my beautiful daughter Sakura. My oldest boy may be an exact copy of his father, but Sakura definitely inherited his sneaky side.

She flung herself down from a tree ending any kind of dispute between the two brothers that was sure to continue if she hadn’t.

“You both need to work on your spatial awareness if you ever want to dream of beating me.” Rising elegantly to her feet, she scolded them with so much sass I couldn’t help but be proud of her. She turned around with a quick whip of her long flowing hair, leaving both of her brothers on the ground, in a heap of grumbling mess.

“I see you have yet to outgrow your love for trees, honey,” I spoke sweetly to my girl.

She looked up at me with those big round eyes and said, “If daddy still likes trees at his age I never have to out grow trees, mommy,” punctuating ‘mommy’ in a way that was unnecessary.

I knew she would never lose her passion for trees, not when Saizo took her up one everyday to read her tales.

She walked over to the veranda in hopes of snuggling my beloved Yogurt until his eyes popped out of his head. “YOGURT!!!” She reached down to pick up the chicken and squeezed him with all her might.

“Cock-a-doodle-doo!!!!�� Yogurt exclaimed at the top of his lungs.

I put a hand to my face and let out a laugh. That poor chicken, his eyes were practically bulging out of his head.

With a sigh I was about to tell her to ease up on the love fest when a snarky voice called out, “Well if she ever wanted to truly defeat me she would have outgrown her idiotic delusions that she can turn her back on the enemy.”

Barreling ahead at full speed with his wooden sword above his head, Takeshi closed in on his little sister. Sakura dropped Yogurt in shock, and he hurriedly ran away, cowering under a nearby log.

Sakura tried to defend herself but she was a second too late. Takeshi already had her in his vice grip, his sword resting across her throat. “See? We both knew you could never best me.”

Pursing her pretty pink lips, Sakura desperately tried to escape his hold.

It was a test between siblings. A passion burned in their eyes, much like the way their father’s gleamed when he went into battle.

‘They are for sure his children alright.’

Everything was just the way it should be, except for one little rascal, who was missing from this picture.

“Hey don’t you dare talk to my big sister like that!” Deciding his presence couldn’t be excluded from this party anymore, Haru sped over like a torpedo ready to show his big brother what happens when you mess with his big sister.

This was only meant to be a light training session. Of course it wouldn’t turn out that way though, these were mine and Saizo’s children after all, and it was escalating quickly.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!” Brandishing his own training sword above his head just like his brother did only moments before, Haru lunged at Takeshi. In one swift movement, pushing his sister aside, Takeshi side-stepped Haru’s advances and flipped him over, back onto the ground to join his sister. “Uggggghh,” spread eagle on the ground, Haru moaned in pain. Sakura rubbed her butt, trying to ease the dull ache from her fall.

Proudly sheathing his training sword in his belt, Takeshi walked over to where Yogurt was to sooth the frightened chicken. Getting down on his knees, he held his hand out to him, “Come on, Yogurt, it’s safe to come out. That bad girl can’t hurt you anymore.”

“You see, this is why I like Haru more than you,” Sakura grimaced, gesturing to Haru, who finally was able to sit up after the ordeal he just went through. Now they were both glaring at Takeshi, who had finally managed to get Yogurt to come out of his hiding spot.

‘I think I should intervene before this gets out of control, but they are so adorable I can’t,’ Is all I could think as I watched my three young children bicker back and forth.

“You two are just jealous you are not as awesome as me,” Takeshi puffed out his eleven year old chest proudly, smirking at his younger siblings.

“Okay, okay,” I said, deciding to intervene now, “that is enough, you three. Come, let us go prepare dinner, your father should be finished with his meeting soon,” I ordered, speaking authoritatively to my rambunctious lot.

“Of course, mommy. Can we prepare him dango? Daddy loooooves dango!!!” Sakura pleaded cutely, looking up at me with her puppy-dog eyes, pulling on my robes.

“Is there any other option?” I asked with a knowing smile, taking my daughter’s hand in mine. “Come, you boys, let’s go,” I said, looking at my other two kids, only to realize my words fell on deaf ears, for my boys had their own plans in mind.

Takeshi was still standing triumphantly, petting Yogurt, while Haru was fuming at his obnoxious older brother. “Aren’t older brothers supposed to be people younger brothers look up to? If so, you are the worst older brother ever.” Stomping his little foot, Haru balled his hands up into tiny fists at his sides, giving his brother the look of a predator.

“Oh, stop being a wimp, Haru. You lost fair and square. You just need to face it; I’ve got five years on you and will always be ahead of you,” Takeshi taunted with a smirk, challenging his little brother.

“Takeshi, Haru do not speak to each other that way!” I scolded my children, an undertone of anger in my voice.

But of course, they did not hear me. Instead, Haru leaned down and picked up his weapon again, looking ready to kill. “YOU GET READY! I AM GOING TO SHOW YOU HOW ON THE SAME LEVEL WE ACTUALLY ARE!” Haru shouted, dashing forward at an incredibly fast speed… only to be met with a strong hand holding him in place.

“Are you joking right now? Is that seriously the best you’ve got?” Holding Haru with one hand to his forehand, and Yogurt in the other, it seemed like a walk in the park for my eldest son. Putting Yogurt down, Takeshi ripped Haru’s wooden blade out of his hand.

“Urrrgh. I am so going to get you!” Haru yelled at Takeshi, swinging his arms wildly to try and strike a hit on him, but to no avail.

“You boys!” I said, raising my voice at the ridiculousness of my sons, “STOP IT NOW.” ‘Did things always get like this when Saizo was training them?’ Sighing to myself, I let go of my daughter’s hand and marched right over to them.

“You poor thing. Watch and learn how the real men do it,” said Takeshi, and in the blink of an eye, he let go of Haru and swiped the sword right through his legs, knocking him on his back for the third time that day. “I. TOLD. YOU. Maybe one day you might achieve this level of awesomeness,” laughed Takeshi, holding his brother's sword high in the air, striking a pose. It was in his gloating that he did not realize he left himself so utterly exposed.

Grabbing the sword on his brother's belt, Haru used this golden moment to nail Takeshi. Blindly swinging his weapon upwards, he missed his brother's arm, instead hitting his sword and knocking it over the fence. He stood tall, eyeing his brother and even though he didn’t land a direct hit, anything was better than nothing.

“Haru, you idiot,” muttered the elder, “now the sword is all the way over there.” Grabbing his little brother by the collar, he got dangerously close to his face. Haru was, at this point, sweating, but he wouldn’t dare let Takeshi have the joy of knowing how he made him nervous. Ready to give him a piece of his mind, the elder raised his fist.

“Takeshi. Haru.” I called out, standing right in front of them. They froze at the chilly tone my voice had taken. My boys finally both seemed to notice my presence. Their heads turned in unison to witness the anger apparent on my face. I was seething. ‘Oh, how dare they ignore me.’

They both let go of each other and stood as still as statues, facing me. “Ye-yes, m-m-mother?” they whispered nervously. I could tell they were frightened, for it was one thing for Saizo to get mad, but when they made me mad, they knew just how bad they had really messed up.

With them fidgeting nervously in front of me, I finally had their full attention, so I spoke, “What is the matter with you two? I told you that was enough for today. When I told you to come, you did not come; in fact you ignored me and continued your mindless bickering. I have never seen the two of you act so hostile towards each other. You both wish to become great ninjas, but you will never with the way you are acting. I am very, very deeply disappointed with the both of you. Your father would be very disappointed with you two as well,” I said, shaking my head, “Do you hear me?”

Hanging their heads in shame, they kicked the rocks at their feet, twiddling their thumbs.

They did not answer me, and so I questioned again, louder, “Do you hear me?” The air outside dropped 30 degrees at my icey tone.

“Ye-yes m-mo-mother,” they nervously looked up at me, answering, afraid for their little lives. Any of the bravery they showed before was long gone now.

“You two are to go to bed with no supper after you finish cleaning all this mess up from your so-called ‘training’. I want it to be spotless out here. I want the dirt and grass so clean you can eat off of them.” I barked at them, too angry with them to tolerate any of their bitching, which they so happened to deliver.

Takeshi was the first to speak, “But mom that’s not fair! It is going to take hours to clean all of this up. Not just our training, but everyone else’s too! I hardly th-”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence, young man.”

He snapped his mouth shut, shrinking back to the same cowering little boy he was moments before.

“Hahaha!” I heard Sakura snickering in the background.

I snapped my head around to her, “Sakura, I kindly advise you to keep your mouth shut as well, unless you wish to aid your brothers in cleaning, with no dinner.” Her big beautiful eyes went as wide as saucers. She quickly shut her mouth, her eyes suddenly seeming to find the floor of the veranda very charming.

Letting out a frustrated groan, I turned back to my boys. “Haru, go get that sword you knocked over the fence, now. Take the long way around as well. It will give you time to think about what you have done,” I spat at my baby, who had tears forming in the corners of his eyes. At this point, I just wanted to hug him and wipe those tears away, but now was not the time.

“Hahaha,” now Takeshi was the one snickering.

Glaring, I doubled down on his punishment, “You better have half of this courtyard spotless by the time he gets back, boy.”

“But-! Mom, I can’t poss-” He groaned to me, but I cut him off with a tone that demanded no response, and a glare that had the potential to pierce one’s soul.

“TAKESHI.” He bit back his words letting a small, ‘Yes, mother,’ before he dashed off to start cleaning. I turned to Haru, “What are you waiting for? Go get that sword before the sun goes down.” With that, he scampered off, not because he wanted to make it back before sunset, but because he didn’t wish for me to see his tears.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

[kandadiff]

Meeting parents - school ver.

You - (tell me if im missing anyone and it was random)

• Jungkook - don't like you • Thomas - mom Likes you, dad is not convinced • Caleb - Both love you so much • Jay park – Mom likes you • Olivia - Both doesn't • Shawn - You know you're negans little purse dog • BamBam - no they dont • Noah - dad likes you, mom not so much • Stephan - dad loves you • Jake - Dad loves you, mom not so much • Edward - Anne loves you duh • JB - Both don't like you much • Yugyeom - Both love you • Daesung - both dont • Asap - mom yes, dad no GD - mom no, dad loves you • Brandon - Both love you • Jimin - Both love you • Michael - aunt likes you better then she likes draven for tchalla • Charlie - both no • Romeo - mom likes you, dad not so much • Kai - Dad likes you better then Jennie, Mom likes jennie better then you • Billy - mom loves you, dad no • Lucas - mom likes you, dad no

Me

• Max - uncle yes, parents no • Lay - dad likes me mom no • William - Both don't like me much • Junhoe - mom yes, dad no • Damien - dad yes • Jhope - Mom likes me, dad not so much • Louis - Both don't like me much • Liam - Mom yes, dad no • Suga - dad yes, mom no • Connor - Both don't like me • Zayn - Dad likes me, mom not so much • Jackson - mom yes dad no • RM - Mom yes, dad no • TOP- Both do • Bobby - both do • Hyunjin - both don't

Katya • V - both love her • Marcel - anne loves everyone • Chanyeol - both do •       Jhope - dad yes, mom no • Jungkook - dad yes, mom no • Seungmin - dad yes mom no • Baekhyun - mom yes, dad no • Seungri - mom yes, dad no

Makayla • Tyler - dad yes, mom not so much • Taeyang - both do • Chen - both do • Xuimin - both do • Know - both don't • Taeil - dad yes mom no • Ten - both do • Kade - they know and love her • YoungJae -both don't • Irene - both parents and makayla think they are just frineds and but mom doesn't like her

Draven • Roman - mom yes, dad no • Felix - both do • Tchalla - mom no, sis yes • Jeno - dad yes, mom n o • Jinyoung - neither like her • Steven - dad yes, mom no •  Jaehyun - dad yes, mom no • Leroy - both love her • Jeongin - dad yes , mom no

Kitty • Harry - litterally unless you kill someone anne loves everyone • Jin - dad loves her, mom is skeptic • Mark - both do • Suho - mom likes her, dad no • Woojin - both do • Kyungsoo - mom yes, dad no • Johnny - dad yes, mom no • Seungri - both do • Doyoung - both do

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Every year the school put together a family week, it was exactly what it sounded like, students family got to visit for a week at the school and students have the opportunity to meet the others parents. Unfortunately this parents week came earlier then expected and we had little notice. Litterally just 3 days so in the middle of frantically cleaning up our dorms like mad women and mad men we also had to now meet the parents of many people, mostly guys. So right now we all sat in the library trying to schedule a way for us to meet their parents as well as have them meet ours before the large party Saturday marking the end of the parents week. No one wanted to wait until the last minute because that meant less control over the embarrassing facts parents told each other.

All 5 of us looked like we were in the middle of a crazy project, we had high lighters, colored pens, sticky notes, colored tabs and each of us had a planning book. “Hey”  Katya said tapping your shoulder with her pen “Sunday breakfast is when I was planning to see Taehyungs parents - Jimin’s parets should be there too.”

“Sunday is no good” you sighed seeing you had already planned to meet JB’s parents the first day …. after you saw Anne of course. “Kitty we still on for breakfast with Anne?” Kitty nodded and Katya rubbed her face with her hands.

“Damn I forgot about that... well V’s parents have to wait for an hour.” Katya said crumbling the paper to write the new schedule.” She looked at me writing in the planner fairly quietly. “How are you so calm?”

“Oh” I held up the planner filled with more doodles then actual planning “I’m freaking out, so I’m distracting myself. Why the hell did those dummies leave it up to us.”

“Because they know we go hoes in different area codes.” Draven smirked but the way she kept sipping her tea every 5 seconds gave it away, she got thirsty when she was nervous. 

“Why are you worried? didn’t you already meet some of those parents?” Makayla asked peering over at Draven’s list.

“only Roman’s but his dad isn’t my biggest fan after I changed a tire faster then him. Stupid man, anyway I’m more nervous about T’Challa’s mother. She’s like this crazy important person where he is back home and honestly out of all these dudes, I really like him.” After a chorus of Aww’s she drank her tea again and rolled her eyes.

“What does she do?” Katya asked curiously and Draven shrugged.

“He’s been real hush about it. stupid man, if its something we have in common then we can talk about it but he’s being real shady about everything.” she looked down at her mug “Damn im out.” she stood up “anyone need a refill?” we shook our head and she walked to the small coffee/tea café in the library. 

“I’m most nervous about Tyler and Tayang. I mean Taeil too I guess, he’s really cool but I think he really cares what his parents think and I really love being his friend,” her eyes scanned down her list “ can you belive Kade actually asked me to meet your parents?”

Kitty gave a quizzical look and looked at the note in her brother handwriting he passed to Makayla just days before and laughed. “But you know them, you all met them plenty times before.”

“Maybe he has a crush on her”  I smirked and you sighed.

“Good luck with that, no offense Kitty but your brother is so bipolar with his love life, remember when he would only talk to me when other dudes were talking to me.” She nodded and laughed.

“I don’t even ask about his love life but that's all he does with me. It’s annoying.” Kitty sighed looking down at her planner “but i’m really nervous too. what if none of these parents like me or what if my parents don’t like them.”

“Oh please Kit, you could literally piss on all these people’s floors and they’ll still think you are heaven sent. You have a weird good luck with parents, and your parents literally love everyone. They’re like Anne.” Everyone nodded in agreement.

“Plus you literally look like an angel.” You said and Makayla nodded in agreement as Draven came back, taking a sip already. After that we went back to amking the schedule and continued until the libarian came around telling us the libabry was closing in 15 minutes. 

“Hows it looking for everyone?” I asked and everyone looked at there planners and we all sighed at once immediately laughing. 

“I’m starting off good, i’m seeing Anne first on my own.” You smiled “but then im meeting Jay’s mom for brunch... soooo.”

“Tylers parents are getting here late so I’m Taeyangs first.” Makayla said looking at Katya to go next.

“Seungri’s first” we all looked at her confused “Just to get it out of the way. a quick breakfast and to explain to everyone we are just friends.”

“Yeah good luck with that” Draven smirked sipping her tea again, “T’challa goes first!”

“Since Jin asked me first, hes going to meet my parents first then after i’m going to meet his.” Kitty nodded looking at me.

“I decided to meet Hobi’s parents first, start off easy.” I said and looked at you “ we still have to figure out the schedule with mom and dad.”

“Oh I know” You sighed just wanting to sleep at this point.”

[mayuuunaise]

fic post: a man for flowers (feel better)

a/n: apologies aren’t enough :’’)))) but i hope you like it!! thank you all for the support!!

read on: ao3 / under the cut 

Megumi manages to thank Ryouko for her purchase before she turns away and coughs. She's been sneezing the whole afternoon; Fumio-san has already asked her if she wanted to leave early to take care of her incoming flu, maybe she should grab something hot and stay warm under her duvet. Megumi, obviously, has declined the offer one too many times already. Ryouko looks as if she wants to say something, a hand on her hip as she stares at Megumi with a perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised.

Megumi looks at her sheepishly in return; she has an apology ready on the tip of her tongue before she stops herself. She knows Ryouko would only nag at her more if she did so. Instead, she opens the drawer underneath her desk and pulls out a face mask to put on, hoping it would at least placate her friend. Ryouko continues to look unimpressed, her tongue clicking in annoyance as she adjusts the bundle of flowers under her arm.

“Honestly, Megumi,” the red head chastises. “You should take a break. Isn’t your manager supposed to be here today?”

“Shinomiya-senpai is out today,” Megumi croaks out in explanation. Her voice comes out a bit mumbled and hoarse: partly due to the mask covering her mouth, mostly because of her constant coughing. “He’s making sure the arrangement for a client’s wedding is alright.” she leaves out that he had also been invited as a fill-in groomsman, and grumpily left the store in the wee hours of the morning mumbling profanities towards a junior of his falling sick on a mutual friend’s wedding day. Ryouko doesn’t seem to be impressed, perfectly painted red lips pursed into a pretty pout.

“You. Need. To rest.” She punctuates every word with a poke to the florist’s head. Megumi smiles in apology, although the only indicator of her change in expression is the crinkling of her eyes. She can’t leave the store unattended, having had Shinomiya-senpai explicitly order her to keep watch of the flower shop for the day.

“I’ll leave,” Megumi coughs into her hand.  “As soon as I end my shift.”

Ryouko stares hard, purple orbs boring into her own amber ones. Megumi surprises herself by not looking away until Ryouko relents with a roll of her eyes. The voluptuous beauty throws a hand up in defeat, clutching the purchased bouquet in the other.

“Tell that stupid boss of yours if he doesn’t get his ass into gear, then I’ll-” Megumi is saved from the string of profanities sure to come next by her friend’s cellphone. The merry little tune brings a grimace to her face, Megumi sees the affection clear in her eyes but her expression says otherwise. Must be Yuki. Watching the long-haired beauty struggle balancing a bouquet on one hand and scrambling for something to write with on the other, Megumi figures that planning a wedding must be hard. She’s tempted to remind her friends to keep it easy so they wouldn’t tire out, but that would be hypocritical of her.

As if her body wants to remind her that she is in no state to even think about such a thing, the florist goes into another coughing fit. Ryouko pauses to shoot the girl a glare, a silent “I told you so,” as Yuki whines louder about teal and aquamarine linen on the other side of the phone. Megumi flushes a beet red, scribbling doodles on the side of her own notepad as she attempts to appear busy. She’s fooling no one. Ryouko hangs up a few seconds later, promising to meet Yuki in about half an hour to assure the newly engaged girl that yes, she was being stupid, she didn’t even like green or linen.

“Wedding blues already?” Megumi asks fondly.

“Honestly,” Ryouko sighs out in exasperation. “Most of the stuff she’s worrying about aren’t even things she cares for on a normal day.” The bartender pouts, pocketing her phone and adjusting her grip on the floral arrangement in her arms. Megumi watches her move with a strange curiosity. For all the years she has known of the beauty, she still wonders how she can move so gracefully under any circumstance. If she had been the one to catch whatever virus that was causing her to practically hack a lung, Megumi doesn’t doubt how she’d still be the prettiest bartender this side of the town.

Flipping her hair over her shoulder, Ryouko levels her a deadpan stare that could combat her manager’s. “And as for you,” she points an accusing finger at the blue haired girl. “Go home already. It’s not as if you’ll have any more customers at this time.”

Megumi glances at the clock after waving her friend off. She still had a few minutes before the shop’s dead period on the last few store hours. With a sigh, she finally slumps in her seat. Her limbs feel like lead, and her head is starting to thrum out an inconsistent beat. She supposes Shinomiya-senpai could cover for her tomorrow, if ever the heavy weight decides to stick around. Or maybe she could ask a favour from the grocer Isshiki-san next door.

Megumi shakes her head, blue braids floating around her; she really must be sick to even think about asking such a busy person to man the shop.

She thinks it's because of the weird weather recently. One moment it's raining cats and dogs, the next minute the sun beats down on her head ferociously. The work hours have been more than a little demanding as well, but she reasons that it isn’t her manager’s fault that he needs to handle most of the back work. She sighs, letting her head rest on the marble of their countertop. Megumi is pretty sure she hasn’t developed a fever (yet), but the cool sensation from the counter’s material does wonders for her headache.

If Shinomiya-senpai were here, she would have been easily reprimanded. Presentation is everything for a flower shop, he had once said. If the person manning the shop didn’t look like they’d be able to handle flowers, customers would never go inside. Megumi’s mind starts wandering, slowly but surely fading into black…

- o -

Megumi wakes up with a start to the soft tinkling of the bell above their front door. She flushes beet red, anxiously glancing at the clock on the wall opposite the displays. The florist squeaks out a hurried, “Welcome!” as she adjusts her clothes and hair into something that looks more professional.

The young man that greets her is familiar; she easily recognizes him as the same brunette who stopped her from closing the shop a few weeks prior. He doesn’t look as wound up with his crisp white dress shirt and pressed checkered slacks, but his brown hair still sticks up at odd angles. Isami - she recalls his name - grins cheekily at her, no doubt aware of her sleeping state just a few seconds prior. Megumi wants nothing more than to crawl into a hole at that very moment. Isami, possibly ignorant of her embarrassment, casually strolls in, surveying and taking a whiff of the flowers on display with genuine interest.

“Have I come at a bad time, again?” He teases, trying to look nonchalant as he inspects the hydrangeas. Isami steals a glance over his shoulder, and Megumi sees nothing but mirth in his baby blues. Although she feels her face getting even hotter, Megumi steels herself quietly and pushes back on the counter to stand.

“Is there anything-“ she coughs twice. “-I can help you with?”

Isami changes his expression from that of amusement to worry as he seems to realize that the face mask is not just for show. He takes quick steps forward, breaching the space between them in almost an instant until he’s almost - quite literally - face to face with her. The brunette’s hand shoots upward and Megumi flinches, memories of Shinomiya-senpai knocking her on the head whenever she messed up during training flooding her thoughts. Instead, she feels a warmth from a large hand resting on her forehead gently. When Megumi opens her amber eyes, she’s only greeted by endless blues.

(She has never seen so many shades of blue before. The ocean would be jealous.)

Surprisingly, Isami is the one who pulls away first, his cheeks tinted a soft pink but that might just be what Megumi’s sick state wants to see.

“You don’t seem to have a fever yet.” He shoves his hands in his pants’ pockets, clearing his throat to divert her attention. “But are you sure you’re fit to work, Tadokoro-chan?”

His worry is genuine, even in her hazed state. Megumi is oddly flattered at the thought, tugging a soft smile from behind the face mask.  Isami’s question doesn’t register in her thoughts until his own lips quirk into an amused smile. Flushing, she fakes a cough to cover up her daydreaming.

Someone help her.

“I’m fine,” she lies through her teeth, gathering her tools. She has the odd feeling that he’s probably going to ask her for another bouquet today. “What would you like today, Isami-san?”

The brunette perks at the use of his name, his grin easily morphing to that of a cheshire cat’s as he leans down on their marble counter. “You remembered my name?” he asks, ignoring her question easily. She makes no eye contact with him, attempting to look busy as she moves to step outside of the confines of her perfectly safe spot behind the counter. This only seems to amuse the brunette even more. “Are you ignoring me now, Tadokoro-chan?”

Megumi only flushes further, thankful for the mask covering half of her face. “The- the request, please?” she isn’t sure how he switches so easily, casually falling into comfortable banter with her. Isami spares her from further embarrassment and chuckles instead. He moves to follow her as the florist surveys the flowers they have available.

“Would you be able to make a ‘get well soon’ bouquet?” he asks. Megumi immediately turns to look at their inventory, humming (and sniffling) in thought. An easy enough bouquet, and one she does often. Her fingers glide across the daisy petals, searching for imperfections Shinomiya-senpai would never dare to have in his shop. She wonders if Isami is giving the bouquet to the same person she had arranged flowers for before.

“What was that?” Isami pipes up, appearing by her side.

“I, I, I-! Uhm, was saying maybe daisies would be nice!” she squeaks out. She doesn’t realize she’s been murmuring distractedly until he snaps her back to the present. The florist grabs a handful of the colourful gerbera daisies to choose from, but sneezes ferociously as she does so. Her cold is getting worse; she wonders if being around pollen when your sick makes you more susceptible to sneeze attacks? Her head aches afterwards, Megumi thinks her sinuses are about to explode.

A warm hand gently takes the daisies from her near iron grip. When Megumi looks up, she sees Isami smiling down at her, worry still clear in his eyes. It takes time for her to process what’s going on until Isami shifts the pile of daisies in his hands to the crook of his arm, looking at her expectantly. When it hits her, she squeaks in protest; “I-I, I! Please give those back!”

“You’re sick,” he says simply, easily holding the flowers out of reach from her. Megumi sees him trying hard to suppress the grin on his lips. “Let me help, Tadokoro-chan. Think of it as thanks for the last time I was here.”

Her pride tells her to remain firm; her aching muscles, however, are yelling at her to take his offer up without any question. Still, her body just can’t seem to handle the facade any longer as she goes into another mini-sneezing fit. Isami waits for her to finish, not saying a word and even looking away to give her some semblance of privacy. When she looks up at him through her lashes, embarrassed beyond her comprehension, she can’t quite place his expression. It’s a cross between fondness and amusement, she suspects. Megumi blinks and he’s turning his back to her, placing the daisies on her work desk.

“What else do I need to bring?” he asks, walking back up to her. Megumi doesn’t protest this time, and points to the rest of the flowers on the shelves. She names the ones he gather and tells him what each means and how they fit the bouquet he requests for. He hums in delight with each of her quiet explanations. When Isami isn’t looking, too busy balancing delicate flora and beautification tools to notice, Megumi plucks a few white hyacinthus to add as an afterthought. A nice little piece to tie it together, she thinks.

She works mostly in silence after that, unlike the first time Isami had been to the flower shop. She wonders if it’s for her sake, knowing that if he asks questions now like before, she would be unable to turn him down. With slightly trembling fingers, she works nimbly to hurry up the job. Sitting around without any hint of a distraction wouldn’t be a very nice experience for her customer.

(She sneaks glances up at him from her work table from time to time; each time, her eyes meets his and Megumi can only quickly look away, attempting to look busy)

When she’s almost done, she finally pauses her work to find Isami snooping around her shop. Flustered, she hurriedly scurries to his side when he nears the break room.

“I-I,” another cough. “I’m sorry! But-but, that’s a restricted area, Isami-san,” Megumi squeaks out, hurriedly latching on to the crook of his elbow to stop him from going inside. She recalls leaving used tissues all over the room and she absolutely cannot let him see that in such a state.

Isami’s eyes dart from her face to her hold on him. When she notices her tight grip on his arm (she can feel ropy muscles tensing under her touch, but that isn’t the point), Megumi quickly lets go. Isami’s cheeks colour a little red, though that could easily be just the setting sunlight playing a trick on her eyes. He coughs out, eyes darting to the side, embarrassed.

“No, I should be the one who’s sorry, Tadokoro-chan.” Isami rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. He seems to be considering his next few words carefully. “I thought it might help your cold if I prepared some tea,” he explains, and Megumi wonders how she hasn’t melt into a puddle at his thoughtfulness. “I didn’t want to leave you alone in the shop to buy some. I figured you must have had a break room, but I realize that was very rude of me, still.”

“No, I,” the next few words she wants to say die from her mouth. His kindness shuts her up easily. An apology is on the tip of her tongue, “…Thank you,” she mumbles instead, not really knowing what else to say.

Isami straightens, having gotten back his confidence and bearing from her words it seems. His grin is almost cheeky as he steps closer to the florist. “Thank me by getting better soon, Tadokoro-chan,” he teases softly. “Maybe tea with you will have to wait ’til then.”

Megumi flushes red at his implication, quickly turning back to her work desk. “Your bouquet will be finished soon,” she announces, attempting to change the topic. Isami hums in response, amused as he moves to follow her.

“Do you still have things you need to do before you close shop, Tadokoro-chan?” he asks, checking the clock on the wall while leaning his weight on her cluttered work desk. The hands are almost on closing time, and often this is the time Megumi would clean up a little before locking up. She wonders slightly how long it will take considering her current physical state and the fact Shinomiya-senpai wouldn’t be around to help her.

Absentmindedly, she lists her chores out loud as she finishes wrapping the ribbon to tie bouquet together, a pretty white silk to tie it all together. Inventory of the flowers, delivery reports, watering the plants, updating the to-do list, and a little sweeping maybe, especially in the seedling section where a child accidentally scattered soil earlier that day. It really isn’t too much should she be in her usual state of health. She secures the ribbon with their signature white four clover pin.

Isami stares at her, his baby blue eyes seem to be boring holes into her face. The florist holds his gaze, a little unsure of his sudden pause. Isami surprises her by abruptly pushing off of her work desk and rolling his sleeves up until his elbows. Megumi is unsure how a simple change in outfit can make someone appear even more handsome than they already are. She’s still a little confused (she blames it partially on his rolled up sleeves) as he casually picks up the broom she left by the counter.

Isami shoots her another of his chesire grins, the one that doesn’t take no for an answer.

“Where do we start?”

- o -

Isami patiently waits for her to gather her things. He ends up doing more than half of her list of pre-lock up chores. If her head isn’t so fuzzy and her body not as heavy, Megumi might have protested (and apologized) even more than she already had. Isami assures her that this is nothing compared to his usual prep work in the bakery (he’s a sweetheart and he knows how to bake - it makes her think perfection isn’t but a distant dream). Perhaps she might actually take up his offer of helping out part-time. Shinomiya-senpai definitely wouldn’t mind when he sees how quick and efficient the young man is.

Megumi shakes the thought from her head; her almost-flu sure likes reducing proper decision making skills into a practically non-existent level.

They exit the store together, Isami readily reminding her to go straight home afterwards. There’s a subtle question in there, asking her if she’s sure she doesn’t want to let him walk her home. Megumi readily ignores it, her embarrassment already at sky rocket levels. She has definitely had enough slip ups for the day to last an entire week.

Before they part ways, the brunette plucks a white hyacinthus from the arranged bouquet. Megumi would normally be just a little furious at the action, cute boy or not, but his next words cut her short.

“For you, Tadokoro-san.” Isami extends his hand out and quietly tucks the flower into her hair. Isami smiles at his handiwork before his blue eyes find hers. “A ward to help you feel better.”

Megumi’s face turns red, but she’s almost a hundred percent certain it has nothing to do with her flu.

(scientific name: hyacinthus orientalis genus: hyacinthus colour: white meaning: sincerity; loveliness; my sincerest prayers for your well-being)