Whooo! Finally! I wanted to extend this chapter for y'all since those two dorks haven't had any time together. For the user that suggested 'alone time' here ya go. If you all want smut with these two let me know. I'm in such a good mood I would down for it. Hope you all enjoy this chapter and please, stay warm! This weather and the power outages make me worry for all of you.

The next day, the group checked Barbi into the hospital. The girl conscious but still horribly injured. When asked about what had happened, Boscha gave a vague explanation of a mother daughter herb gathering trip and a slitherbeast encounter.

Shrugging the hospital staff accepted it. Slitherbeasts were wondering closer and closer to the territory lately.

Willow wanted to explain everything that had happened to her dads but not wanting to do it alone. Boscha offered to come with her for back up. Who was currently stressing over what to wear. Amity had taken Blake to the kitchen of the Owl House to get something to eat. A small favor the jock was so grateful for.

"What are her dads like? Will they even like me? I'm sure Willow told her about all the bullying." Boscha groaned and let her head fall on the pile of clothes.

"Need help?" A voice joined in from the hallway.

Whirling around in surprise, Boscha was met with Luz leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed.

"Titan yes. I don't know what to wear!" She said throwing the shirt onto the floor out of frustration. Her fingers started tugging at the longer bits of her hair.

"Calm down Boscha. It'll be fine! I'll help you. Just tell me what your preference is." Luz stated, walking into the room and eyeing all the stuff thrown around the floor.

"I don't like anything too formal. At Least, not now. I was thinking a nice collared shirt with some clean pants." Boscha answered after giving it some thought.

Luz pulled a pink button up from the pile and held it up. "How about this?"

A hum came from the jock before she nodded. "Yeah I can wear that. Let's find some pants."

It was another half hour before Luz pulled a pair of black pants from the pile. Once Boscha gave her the confirmation that she liked those, the human held up a hand in a high five. Hesitantly, almost shy the jock returned the high five.

"I'll let you get changed." Luz tossed a thumb over her shoulder before heading towards the hallway.

"Uh Luz?" Boscha started but faltered. The words stuck in her throat and refusing to come out.

"Hm?"

The took a deep breath. Her mother wasn't here. Her sister wasn't here. She was safe.

"Thanks for everything Luz. Even after bullying you and Willow and everybody, you still helped me after I've been nothing but a dick to you." She clenched her eyes shut. Her body reacting to a blow that will never come.

Instead, she was wrapped in warmth. Blinking her eyes open she was met with dark green obscuring the bottom half of her vision. Luz was hugging her. And hugs are definitely something she'll get used too.

Wrapping her arms around Luz's back the jock sunk into the embrace.

"No one should deserve to have a mother like that." Luz said. "And you deserve to live the way you want too."

They stood like that for a moment. Just soaking in the warmth. Luz was glad Boscha got to live how she wants now. Boscha was glad she could show her emotions without getting beaten.

Finally, Luz pulled away. Giving one last wave before walking back into the hallway.

Boscha stared down at the clothes infront of her and sighed before starting to get dressed.

Luz stomped down the stairs and headed towards the kitchen where she knew her girlfriend was. Maybe they could have a date day now that everything was dealt with.

The latina smiled when she spotted Amity handing Blake a sandwich that had been cut into the shape of a skull. Something about the scene just filled her with warmth. A warmth she wanted to share with her girlfriend. Immediately.

"Hey Ames. Hi Blake." Luz greeted. Giving the youngest a small wave.

"Mi muz!" Blake greeted. Her mouth filled with food. Sid the plushie sitting next to her in its own chair.

Amity had stars in her eyes watching Blake eat her skull shaped sandwich. Mentally fawning over the girl. Grabbing a napkin the witch wiped away any stray crumbs from that adorable face.

"Hey Ames, what say you and I go and have a date day today?" Luz whispered into a pointed ear as she wrapped her arms around the shorter girl's waist. Pressing against her girlfriend to where not even a slip of paper could fit between them.

"Yeah here Luz. Figured you were hungry." Amity said. Clearly not paying attention to her girlfriend's words or the warm body pressed up against her.

Blindly grabbing a piece of crust and waving it in her girlfriend's face. She moved away from Luz to pat at Blake's crumb covered face with a napkin. The stars in her eyes never leaving.

Luz took the crust and eyed it with a look of disdain. A pout formed on her face. She just wanted to get some loving from her girlfriend but ended up getting cockblocked by an admittedly cute kid.

The latina opened her mouth to groan and complain but stopped when Boscha came down stairs dressed in her clean clothes. The jock fussing over her shirt collar.

"Damn neck trap I hate this." She muttered. Tugging at her collar.

"You look nice Bubba." Blake said once her mouth wasn't full of food. Her focus on her sister and not Amity letting out a small squeal everytime she did something.

"Thanks Bam. I have to meet Willow at Slithers then we can head over to her place."

"Oh so like a date?" Luz teased. Nibbling on the crust that had been shoved in her face a while ago.

A deep blush burned the tips of the jock's ears. "N-no shut up!"

Boscha ignored the two's snickering and speed walked out of the house. Slamming the door because she was feeling extra petty.

Pushing open the doors of the restaurant Boscha found herself looking around for a familiar head of dark curls and cute round glasses.

Tossing a smile and a wave towards the owner the girl took a booth next to the window. Seeing as Willow hasn't shown up yet the jock took that precious time to make sure she had everything in check.

Breath? Check.

Hair? Check.

Fingernails? Check.

Teeth? Check.

Boscha was about to check if she smelled but froze when the door to the diner opened and revealed a cutely dressed Willow. The plant witch was dressed in a beautiful tan blouse that flowed and bounced with each step she took.

The pink witch felt her shirt collar get a whole lot tighter. Giving it a tug that didn't do anything to relieve the stiff feeling. Willow was walking towards her with that polite half smile that sent her ears into a happy twitching spree.

Cursing, the witch slapped at her ears to stop their twitching. They refused.

Willow gave Boscha a greeting and sat down at the booth. Her eyes focusing on a pair of bright pink ears twitching and flapping away with glee. The owner burying her face in the menu.

Giggling Willow picked up her own menu and started scanning the contents. "I'm glad you offered to meet my dads."

Boscha's twitching ears perked up, facing forward in interest. Slowly bringing her head up and out of the menu the jock nodded with a smile. "It's no problem Willow! You helped me a lot during all of this and it's the least I can do to pay you back."

Willow relaxed at the sight of that pearly white fanged smile Boscha had been sporting a lot more lately. It was cute, like a troublemaking kid that knew they got caught but weren't sorry in the least. "You don't have to pay me back in any way Boscha. It's reward enough knowing you can be yourself."

Swearing that her cheeks were going to cramp with how much she had been smiling lately, Boscha leaned back to try and appear suave. Bringing up a hand to slick back her stubborn bangs. "Let me at least buy you lunch."

The hornets in Willow's stomach refused to calm down. That one phrase was enough to send them into a frenzy. "Sure, I wouldn't be opposed to that."

They smiled at each other before relaxing into the atmosphere of the diner. Easy smiles were permanently stuck on their faces. Their postures relaxed and calm. At one point Willow reached over to steal a finger fry from Boscha's plate. The pink haired girl throwing the paper covering from her straw at the laughing witch as revenge.

After lunch they walked towards Willow's place. Something the pink half of the duo didn't mind. She liked spending time with the shorter girl. She was funny in her own roundabout way. Shoving her hands in her pockets, Boscha looked down to her right, listening to Willow rant about her latest plant project. The nerves from earlier completely vanished.

Until they stopped at an apartment building. Suddenly all the nerves that Boscha had been shoving down broke free, releasing themselves in the form of her tugging at her too tight shirt collar. Willow kept walking towards the stoop but stopped when she realized her tall pink companion had froze. "Are you okay?"

Gulping down what felt like her heart Boscha nodded stiffly. Her hands started to sweat against her will. The thumping of footsteps told the distressed witch that Willow had gotten closer to her. Looking down she could see Willow looking up at her with a soft gleam in her beautiful green eyes.

Willow silently regarded her before bringing her hands up to pop open the buttons on the other girl's shirt. Warm fingers barely brushing the flushed skin.

"You don't need to button it all the way unless you're wearing a bowtie or tie-' Fixing the collar so it popped up neatly the girl continued. "And you don't strike me as the type of person to like dressing up. Just be yourself."

Grabbing Boscha's slightly sweaty hand the plant witch guided her towards the front door. The pink haired girl as if in a trance followed behind her obediently, her mind too focused on the fact that Willow FUCKING Park was holding her hand.

I could die happy now. Boscha thought. Deciding to take a risk now that she might die of cuteness overload she gently brushed her thumb over Willow's hand while the girl gripped the door handle. She paused with her hand on the door handle. After a second Boscha felt a thumb run over her own hand.

HOLY SHIT The jock internally screeched.

Willow quickly opened the door and stepped inside. The taller girl was immediately assaulted with the smell of freshly baked bread and cinnamon.

"Dads I'm home!" The shorter of the two called into the house.

A metal clatter could be heard from what Boscha assumed was the direction of the kitchen. Two men hustled out of kitchen to greet them.

A dark skinned man opened his mouth to say hello but stopped when his gaze landed on their interlocked hands. His eyes hardened. Crossing his arms his posture changed completely.

"Hi honey! Who's your friend?" The other glasses wearing male asked. Wiping his hands on the apron he was wearing.

"Papa, Dad, this is Boscha. A friend I've been helping out with her issues." Willow pulled on her hand and gently urged the nervous girl forward.

"H-hi Mr. and Mr. Park." Boscha wanted to smack herself for stuttering. Letting go of Willow's hand and stretching it towards the two fathers. Pulling her shoulders back to try and appear confident.

The glasses wearing man beamed and gladly shook her hand. Not at all bothered at the fact that her hands were sweaty. "I'm Howie and this my husband Louis."

Louis grunted in acknowledgement. The steely look in his eyes never leaving.

Boscha's ears pinned themselves flat at the look. The jock was already considerably tall. Pushing 5'10 easily. But Louis towered over her. It was as if the man's presence alone was enough to get people to respect him. He hasn't even said anything yet and Boscha already ready to curl up in a ball and hide.

"It's very nice to meet you." Boscha forced out. Her nervous making her throat bob. Taking her hand back from Howie and reaching out towards Louis. The bearded man just stared at her hand like it offended him.

His eyes flickered back up to Boscha's grey before enveloping her hand in his one beefy one. The jock let out a small intelligible squeak of pain. The man's grip nearly crushing her hand. He shook her hand roughly, nearly dislocating her shoulder before dropping it without a second thought.

"I made dessert. Would anyone like some tea?" Howie placed his hands on his hips, his ears flapping around showing his excitement. His husband resuming his arm crossed and glaring position.

"Thanks papa that sounds amazing." Willow answered on the behalf of Boscha who was trying to make it seem like her hand wasn't killing her.

With a happy nod Howie guided his husband back into the kitchen. Once they disappeared Boscha whimpered and cradled her crushed hand.

"Your dad is going to kill me." She groaned. Flexing her fingers to make sure they still worked.

"Don't be dramatic Boscha. He's just overprotective." Willow giggled. "Come on. Papa makes the best dessert. Even if my dad kills you at least your last meal will be good."

Sitting at the coffee table with a functional family was a new experience for Boscha. The pink witch couldn't help but tense up everytime she reached over to grab another pastry Willow's father had made. Half expecting someone to take it from her.

"So! How do you know my little flower?" Howie asked as he poured Boscha another cup of tea.

Smiling as thanks the pink haired girl took a sip before answering. "We played a match of grugdby together and let me tell you, she has some moves!"

Willow groaned from her spot next to her papa. She knew her dad was going to take that the wrong way. Her dad growled low in his throat. The grip on his cup made the bone strain. "What do you mean by that stud?"

Boscha nearly inhaled the cup out of fear. Coughing the jock put the cup down before her trembling hands made her drop it.

"Uh nothing sir! Just that I seen your daughter in action-" Grey eyes widened in shock at what she had just said. "- Not like in action you know?! Just that she knows what she's doing on the field and as a fellow player I have a lot of respect for that and her! Not just for her looks-'"

The jock stiffened when Louis slammed down the cup in his hands. "-Not saying she isn't good looking she is! Or slightly? She's definitely above average!"

The plant witch tried to will the blush away but every word that came out of her crush's mouth seemed to make a hole that kept getting deeper and deeper. Louis sneered at a rambling Boscha, who had begun to sink farther and farther into the couch.

Howie nudged his flustered daughter. Leaning down so the other two in the room can't hear them he spoke. He smiled. "I like her."

"Papa!"

After sharing dessert and explaining the whole situation, Willow got up to walk Boscha to the door before leaving to help her papa put away the dishes. The jock was yanked aside by a beefy hand, coming face to face with Willow's father Louis. "Listen stud, I won't allow you to break my daughter's heart or get her pregnant do you understand?"

Boscha gulped, praying that Willow will save her. Nodding the jock open her mouth. "Trust me sir that will not happen. I have to much respect for her to treat her anything less than perfect."

Well that wasn't what she was expecting but shit it didn't sound like someone getting electrocuted so she ran with it. Louis' eyes seemed to lose that steely edge to it. As if a switch was flipped Louis' eyes filled with warmth. "That's good to hear! Now go on home stud. I really am sorry about how your mother treated you."

That beefy hand unwrapped around her arm and slapped her back so hard it made her jolt a few inches forward. Coughing Boscha gave a pained smile.

Howie came into the living room with a small basket of sweets. "Here you go dear! My little flower told me all about how you care for your younger sister and it is the sweetest thing ever!" He placed the basket in Boscha's hands before continuing. "Give this to her will you? You two have been through so much."

Bowing her head with her ears flattened down as a sign of respect Boscha thanked him profusely. Willow came from the kitchen and walked the taller girl to the door. She opened the door and stepped outside on the stoop with her crush.

"Well you survived." Willow giggled.

"Titan barely, I thought your dad was going to eat me." Boscha replied before chuckling.

It was silent for a moment, the two silently regarding each other. Finally Willow shyly stated. "I heard what you said about me to my dad."

Boscha panicked. The grip on the basket tightened, making the wood creek. Aw shit "Oh?"

"Yeah." The shorter girl brushed a strand of dark hair behind her ear. "Did you mean it?"

The vulnerable tone the plant witch used triggered something within Boscha. Placing the basket on the concrete the jock moved to grab both of her crush's hands. Grey eyes bored into emerald green. "I meant every word."

Willow chewed her lip. Tugging on the the jock's hands she pulled the taller girl closer. Letting go of her crush's hands and gently gripping a chiseled jaw. Slowly Willow brought her face closer.

Boscha's eyes widened when she felt soft lips cover her own. It was different. It was soft and gentle, something she hadn't experienced for a long time. Her eyes slipped closed and her hands reached up to cup the other girl's cheeks. Returning the kiss with vigor, pouring every once of emotion into that small kiss. Tilting her head forward the jock slipped her tongue into Willow's mouth.

The plant witch squeaked adorably feeling Boscha's tongue flick in such a way that left her stomach in her ripples. Once air became an issue the two reluctantly separated panting softly.

"Wow." Boscha uttered.

"Yeah." Willow panted. "You gotta kiss the homies good night remember?"

Boscha let out an airy laugh and nodded. "Yeah that's true."

The two slowly moved away from each other, Willow opening the door and casting one last meaningful glance at her crush before walking inside. Leaving Boscha alone on the stoop.

Boscha threw her hands up and jumped around in celebration. Even doing a little dance. Her thoughts filled with Holy shit she kissed me! And I just kissed Willow!

Composing herself the jock smoothed down the wrinkles in her shirt before picking up the basket of food and walking down the stoop to head back to the Owl House. Jumping with joy every couple of feet.