#but its nice to know I'll be a purple board

[wearethewitches]

Not me getting wagamamas, then going through the allergen process only to find that I technically qualify for a purple board

[mikefaistslut]

anything for you

chapter 2:

(reminder: this is my first writing anything ever! pls keep that in mind. another reminder, this is entirely a work of fiction based on Mike Faist. Enjoy! <3)

He was so pretty it was hard to make eye contact as I spoke to him.

"Emma," I say with a smile as I reach my hand out to shake his. He has a kind smile, I think to myself as his hand touches mine. With that, he puts his own things away and gets comfortable for the long journey ahead. As the remainder of the passengers board the plane and a flight attendant shuts the door, I feel my whole body tense up. In just a few minutes, the plane is going to take off into the sky, and I'm going to feel like I'm dying. I try to think of things to distract myself. The color of the airplane seats, the number of passengers I can see straight ahead of me, and whether I'm going to choose diet Coke or ginger ale when the flight attendant comes by later to offer us refreshments. All of my tactics work until I feel the plane begin to shift forward. Slowly at first, circling the tarmac towards the runway. Then, all at once; reaching over 100 mph. As I feel the plane lift off the ground and tuck its wheels under, I feel myself start to breathe quicker, and my eyes clench shut.

As the plane begins to climb in the air, I feel a hand grab ahold of mine that's been clenching the armrest since I sat down. "Are you okay?" Mike speaks softly, understanding the stress I'm obviously under. I nod, not really being able to talk.

"Squeeze my hand. Hard as you need to." He opens his hand up and I let my fingers intertwine with his, squeezing as hard as I want to, just like he said. I feel a little more comfortable in his presence. I gain a little confidence.

"Ask me something. Ask me anything." My own mind is no longer enough to keep me distracted. "What's your favorite color?" He asks. "Maybe something a little less personal," I tease, still clutching his hand. "Right, my bad. What do you think happens when we die?" He pushes back. "Purple," is all I can think to say. He laughs.

At this point, the plane has fully ascended into the air and we're coasting at a steady pace.

"Thank you for that, really. I've never been good with that part of the flight. Or the coming back down, now that I think about it. So I'll be needing you again in about ten hours." He chuckles and rubs circles onto the back of my hand with his thumb. At this point, I realize I'm still holding on very tightly to his hand. I could've held onto that hand for the rest of my life. However, not wanting to appear creepy, I politely gave the man his hand back.

"So what brings you to London?" He asks. "Personal trip, actually. I've always wanted to go. I've been saving up for years. What about you?"

"I'm actually going for work. I'll be in play on the West End." That really caught my attention. "Really? What play?" He could've said he was going on a business trip as a data reconfiguration analyst and I still would've hung on to every word he said, but an actor in a play was so unbelievably cool.

"You ever seen Brokeback Mountain? Jake Gyllenhaal and Heath Ledger? Gay cowboys?"

"Duh? So someone turned it into a play? That's SO cool. So who are you playing?" I asked, now fully intrigued.

"Jack, actually! I'm really excited." He smiled proudly, as he should have. "Woah! Well, I've been dying to see a play on the West End. Maybe I'll get tickets to come and see you."

"You should! Seeing at least one friendly face in the crowd would be nice." He smiles at me again, the most beautiful, tight-lipped smile.

I feel my cheeks heat up. "So is acting a full-time gig, or do you have anything else to keep you busy?" As soon as the words leave my mouth, I realize how insulting that must sound. He smirks back at me as my eyes get wide, realizing how rude I just was. I worry I've ruined this whole flirtatious interaction we've been having. Luckily, he just chuckles back at me and says, "Um, you know I haven't been asked that question in a long time. I suppose acting is it for me at the moment."

"Just stage plays, or anything I might've seen?" I quickly recover.

"Yeah, mostly stage plays. A couple of short films, nothing serious." He was being modest, I could tell. But I didn't push any further.

As the flight went on and I stared out the window, it began to feel very difficult to keep my eyes open. I closed my window, allowing myself to drift away.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

I felt a warm breath on my face as I woke up. I look to my left and see that Mike has laid his head on my shoulder as he's fallen asleep. I stare at him as long as I want to, as he's not awake to catch me admiring him. I glance out the window, looking out into the night sky a couple of times, before continuing to memorize every detail of his gorgeous face. I see his lips start to upturn into a smile.

"You like me." He says, matter of fact, with his eyes still closed. "You think I'm really cute and funny and you like me."

"Were you awake the entire time I was staring at you?" He opens his eyes. "The entire 45 minutes? Kind of. I was in and out. You definitely like me." He finally looks up at me.

"Were you always this bold or did you develop that in the theatre?" I say, gaining some confidence of my own.

"In the theatre, definitely. I never would've had the confidence to look a girl like you in the eyes before, let alone speak to you without stuttering." He said, taking his head off my shoulder.

The boys I'd dated in my hometown never made me feel pretty, but Mike, the theater boy from the plane, made me feel absolutely breathtaking. I couldn't help but smile. It scared me, the feelings I had for this man that were developing so quickly.

"Well, you like me too. Otherwise, you would've found my staring incredibly weird and off-putting, so." He laughs yet again. I love making him laugh.

"You're not wrong. I want to know more about you. I know your name is Emma and your favorite color is purple. Are you from Ohio? Or was that a connecting flight, maybe?" My heart was starting to race a little bit. "I am from Ohio, actually. I grew up about 30 minutes from Columbus, in Gahanna. You know it?"

I watched his eyes get wide and his smile get even wider. "I grew up in Gahanna. I actually was just here for a few weeks visiting my family." I cocked my head to the side.

"No shit? Small world, huh? How come we've never met?"

"How old are you again? What year did you graduate high school?" He began to look a little cautious.

"24! I graduated in 2017. What about you?" He seemed to relax a little bit.

"I graduated in 2009, but it was a year early, so I was originally class of 2010. I turned 31 in January. Is it weird that I still like you?"

"Not even a little bit. It'd be weird if I was five years or so younger." I smiled at him and laid my head on his shoulder this time.

"Good. Because I really really like you. Would you want to get dinner sometime while you're in London?" I watched him think for a few seconds. "Actually, how long are you staying, now that I think about it?" "I'll be here for about 2 weeks. What about you?"

"It really depends on how well the show is doing, but probably through the whole summer." He lifted his arm so I could lay my head on his chest as he wrapped his arm around me. A bold move, but I felt comfortable with him for some reason. A flight attendant came over the intercom and announced that we'd be landing soon. As we landed, I gave him my phone number so he could message me when he wanted.

"I'd love to get dinner, just let me know when," I told him as we both gathered our belongings. After about twenty minutes or so, we were finally able to deplane. I looked at him, suddenly feeling attached, hoping this wasn't the last time I was ever going to see him.

We walked together through the long process that was getting out of the airport. As we walked out into the cool air of the London night, we turned to each other and he promised to see me soon. I hoped he was telling the truth. He kissed me on the cheek and lingered, only for a moment, then smiled at me and got into a taxi, waving goodbye.

My cheek felt so warm. I already missed him.

He messaged me about an hour later, as I got settled into my hotel room.

"So, how's tomorrow night?" I think I'm in love.

[angelicsatin]

Hayley Daniels-Afton🛠❤︎ | With or Without the Slaughter?

Five Nights at Freddy’s AU(s) OC

Finally got a reference sheet for my fnaf S/I OC for my 'personal fan-made fnaf timelines' to be self-indulgent and change it + add whatever I want thx to the muddy details and unofficial facts / histories + different timelines. </3 because cringe is dead. bear with me over time as i post and write about the 3 different AU's I have for Hayley in FNAF

Art commissioned from @ seckra.png on instagram

Name: Hayley Daniels-Afton (Hyphenated after marriage) Date of Birth: November 26, 1945 Zodiac: Sagittarius Height: 4'11 or 150 cm MBTI: INTJ Enneagram: 4w5 Romantic Interest: William Afton (Husband)

Some (random) Facts ⋆˙⟡♡

Has known William since they were children.

Grew up as his best friend, and their interest in robotics developed at the same time.

In high school, they started a robotics club and met Henry Emily.

William, Henry, and Hayley attend university together before each of their companies are formed. William began Afton Robotics, LLC with Hayley’s help while Henry began Fazbear Entertainment. The three eventually devised the idea for Fredbear’s Family Diner together, becoming co-owners. 

‘Part’ of the backbone for Afton Robotics, LLC.

Married William Afton in 1970, 3 years before Fredbear’s Family Diner opened, and 2 years after they started to date. 

Mechanic, Engineer, Inventor. 

Came up with the concept for the Puppet and was the main engineer behind its creation.

Only has one child with William throughout the 3 different AUs, a little girl born in 1975 named Robin Valerie Afton. 

No matter the timeline, when finding out about the murdered children Hayley is more than horrified. It disgusts her and makes her question why William would do such a thing – not just for the moral factor, but because of how it would damage their company’s reputation. Seeing it as an act that if found out could taint their life’s work and throw it down the drain.

In my AUs, William is purple-coded, Henry is yellow-coded, and Hayley is red-coded. (mirroring bonnie, chica, and foxy)

Overprotective of both her work and her child. 

Has called William by the nickname ‘Bunny’ since they were children.

Despite loving rabbits, she's particularly fox or monkey 'coded'

Personality≽ܫ≼

Positive Traits: Intelligent, Responsible, Sentimental, Protective, Analytical, Conscientious, Industrious, Creative, Meticulous, Nurturing, Loyal, Studious, Discreet, Trusting, Focused, Efficient, Alert, Imaginative, Pensive, Loving Negative Traits: Reckless, Defensive, Weak-Willed, Pretentious, Perfectionist, Workaholic, Needy, Evasive, Morbid, Self-Indulgent, Disorganized, Possessive, Somewhat Hypocritical, Know-It-All, Narcissistic, Sleepy/Tired, Bipolar, Stubborn

Likes♡

Mechanics / Engineering / Robotics (Duh)

Arcade & Computer Games (Pong, Space Invaders Part II, The Oregon Trail, Death Race, etc + in universe arcade games)

Rabbits, Foxes, & Monkeys

Her Truck

Telenovelas

Making Children Smile

Nice Stationary

Puppets / Marionettes & Animatronics (Duh)

Character Design

Riding / Sleeping in the bed of the Truck (her truck)

Baking (Cakes & Brownies mostly)

Keeping / Collecting Old Movie Tickets

Multitasking

Keeping Busy & Working Overtime

The Scent of Gasoline and/or Diesel Fuel

Board Games

Napping

Dislikes‹/𝟹

Having to Take Breaks from her Work

Heavy Makeup on Herself

Being Looked Down Upon

Misogyny / Sexism

Fragile Family 'Heirlooms' (Like Great Granny's Tea Set)

Scratchy Clothing

Visiting Distant-Family

Being Alone or Without William

Sewing or Hand Stitching (even if she's good at it)

Breaking Routine

Complex Architecture

Plain Coffee Mugs (Without quotes or art)

Sudden or Quick Movements

Being Late (even if she often is)

Science Fiction Novels About the Future

Over Extravagance

Retail Store Mannequins

Short Desc of Each of the AU's I'll be writing her into.

eventually, I'll be writing out fanfics for each of these AUs and getting commissions that belong to each !!

Timeline 1 - Bliss AU

Domestic, most different from canon. No children murders. 

Timeline 2 - Until Death Do Us Part AU

Hayley learns about Henry’s daughter’s death and the five missing children and reacts negatively to the news. Resulting in her own death.  

Timeline 3 - Loyalty AU

Hayley learns about the children’s deaths and isn’t thrilled but agrees to help cover it up in hopes it won't happen again and in an attempt to understand why her husband would do such things. 

[spacedlexi]

Tag 9 People You Want to Get to Know Better!

i dont usually do tag games but i'll take any excuse to have a reason to post wips lmao tagged by @foibles-fables

Favorite color: pink and purple baybee!! (my original fave colors ive come back to you im sorry i ever left...) green yellow and red are also nice (sorry i love colors)

Currently reading: nothing 😭 i keep trying to read books but i cant do it anymore the internet has brain broken me my attention span is non existent. tried rereading and then there were none last. couldnt find my murder on the orient express (i love mysteries)

Last song: shes not there - neko case

Last series: the walking dead but i had to give up i cant do it anymore 💀the games are better than the show im saying it. i got to S10E7 but i just cant go back i wont. currently mentally preparing myself to watch utena for the first time

Last movie: the lost boys :) its halloween time. been meaning to watch bound tho ive had the link up for a couple weeks now

Sweet/savory/spicy: savory > sweet > spicy honestly just depends on my mood. i like sour more than any of these tho wheres sour and salty >:( i eat lemons for fun

Currently working on: SOOOOO MUCH ALWAYS HELP ME heres just a small selection of my wips from the past month or so. i already want to re-draw half of them. dont be like me 😭

half of those notes are board scripts (other half comics) and that doesnt even include my unfinished fic (that ive been writing on the train i promise!!!!). started boarding the tower but we're about to learn storyboard pro in class so im gonna use it to help me get used to the program (no way i'll finish in time for clems bday 😔)

No-pressure tags: calling any and all mutuals who would like to play a little game feel free to say i tagged you :)

[nightmyst14-blog]

Inspired by @queen-rainy-love 's story "Revenge of the Captain" I wrote this little thing involving my Oc, Sour Cream Cookie.

Enjoy this little drabble I thought of.

Context: Creme Republic harbor, on board the salty shark. Sour Cream Cookie (my OC) has just joined Captain Caviar's crew. The crew is waiting for Sour Cream to come out with his new uniform.

Sour Cream: *walks out with outfit above* How do I look?

Captain Caviar: Looking good, mate!! Glad to see the outfit fits ya well. Perfect for our new navigator!!

Sour Cream: Yeah thanks. *smiles, adjust the coat* The glove is kinda funny.

Rookie: This is so cool!! A new member!!

Purple Coral: Im not sharing my bunk.

Blue Coral: Hehe!!

Captain Caviar: *whistles* Alrighty!! I gotta show our new member around since Candy Diver is out running errands. I want this lower deck clean when I get back.

Crew: yes sir!!

*Sour Cream and Captain Caviar walk off upstairs, listening to the sound out the waves crashing and birds flew by.*

Sour Cream: Heard what happened with Bubble Pearl, hope she's doing alright.

Captain Caviar: The lass is tougher than she looks, definitely got that from his mother's lineage. I'm just glad she's back home.

Sour Cream: And ...the pirate?

Captain Caviar: Locked away. Had plenty of evidence to it.

Sour Cream: Glad to hear it. I Things should be simple for a while-

*The blonde soon freezes, his head starts to spin and visions gone blurry. It was a familiar feeling, but was the first that she done it while he was in public*

Sour Cream: *falls to his knee, clutching his head with his gloved hand* Ugh!!

Captain Caviar: Hah?? *goes over to him* Sour Cream?? Speak to me!!

*His eyes soon went wide, his eyes changed color from its usual green color to deep sea bluish-green. His shocked expression changed into a smile, staring at the Navy Captain*

(his name is in purple, its BLACK PEARL speaking.)

Sour Cream: *gets an eerie smile* Hello again, little crumb!~

Captain Caviar: What the??

Sour Cream: My my, enjoying your day in the sun, Caviar? I'm shocked you're not with my daughter!!

Captain Caviar: *realizes* You!! You're controling- *growls* Never mind, I dont want to know.

Sour Cream: Oh ho ho, so quick to anger!!! But no worries, I wont keep him long.

Captain Caviar: What do you want, fish face?

Sour Cream: How rude, but.. alright. it seems one of my debtors who I thought was gone has decided to show his ugly mug again. It can feel it from here. When I'm done here, can you be sure to keep an eye out?

Captain Caviar: Why cant you do it??

Sour Cream: *glares* I'm busy!! Those annoying pirates hurt my child and Monarch! Plus they made such a mess!!

Captain Caviar: *rolls his eyes* Fine. I'll do it. I'll be sure to tell Oyster as well.

Sour Cream: Good Captain. I'll be off now. Be sure to catch him once I stop.

Captain Caviar: Wait, huh??

*With that, Sour Cream's eyes turn back to his normal color. He felt dizzy, soon falling over.*

Captain Caviar: Sour Cream! *He quickly caught him.* You okay?

Sour Cream: *mumbles* Ugh.... Every time...

Captain Caviar: Are you even aware of what she did?

Sour Cream: I had 20 years experience under my dough, Im STILL not used to it. Yes I do know. *he sighed* Looks like I have another one to hunt down.

Captain Caviar: How do you know?

Sour Cream: Unsure. Kinda like.. a gut feeling? I still don't understand her powers sometimes. *sighs* I better start looking.

Captain Caviar: Nuhuh. You're my friend and crewmate. Its best you rest after ... whatever that was.

Sour Cream: Its not a two way street, if that's what you're thinking.

Captain Caviar: Actually I was thinking how many you must've fell on your face due to that. Withot your um.. 'friend" catching you.

Sour Cream: *tilts head* To be honest, I lost count. Probably due to me hitting my head a lot.

Captain Caviar: *sighs* Most likely.

Hope you guys like this little drabble of my oc!! Have a nice day!

[maddiehu7]

Dangerously in love | loki laufeyson |

Chapter 2

Wow I think, this ships is huge, me and my dad walk up to join everyone on board

"Banner, romanoff, Roger's I know you've meant the big stark but have you meant the little one" furry says walking us over to a gorgeous red head, a nervous looking guy in a suit, and a dirty brown haired tall guy as we approach them they turn around to greet us

"Ah guys great to see you" my dad says fakely clapping his hands together

"Always a pleasure stark" the red head says sarcastically before looking towards me

"Who's this" the guy in the suit says everyone now looking at me I want to shrink back from all the attention but I choose to stay confident

"Hello I'm violet stark Tony's daughter" I say with pride towards the group they all look surprised

"Tony didn't know you had a daughter" the dirty brown haired man says looking at me

"I'm adopted" I say looking up at him

"Oh..sorry didn't mean to pry" he says awkwardly

"All good" I say smiling he relaxes and gives a small smile back

"I'm Steve Roger's by the way formally known as captain America" he says reaching his hand towards me

"Nice to meet you cap" I say shaking his hand hoping he takes it as a joke

"Your definitely your fathers daughter adopted or not" he says laughing I smile brightly at him

"I'm Bruce banner formally known as...the hulk" he says shaking my head I nod back smiling

"And I'm the best out of this lot Natasha romanoff known as black widow" she says eyeing me up and down

"Nice to meet you I love your hair" I say admiring her gorgeous red hair she smirks

"Thanks kid" she says looking at me then to furry

"Is it time" she says he nods

"Everyone get inside it might a little hard to breath" she says as the ship starts transforming into a plane

"This is insanely cool" I say walking inside with the rest of them Steve laughs lightly

As we head inside I see just how cool this ship is I walk around in awe everyone starting to do there job I feel a little awkward not knowing what to do so I stand by Steve he's talking to an agent, from what I hear from there conversation he's a huge captain America fan and wants Steve to sign his cards then all of a sudden a agent at the computer says there's a 79% match for loki at stuttgart Germany

"Captain your up" furry says cap goes to put his suit on and get ready for battle I look around for my dad but he must be getting ready to

"Is there anything I can do" I ask going up to furry he looks around for what I'm assuming is my dad when he dosent see him he pulls me to the side

"Actually yes go with Steve and your dad secretly of course stay out of the way and definitely out of sight just watch I think you could be an avenger but I just need some proof" he says looking at me questioningly I look at him in shock

"I don't know furry I don't wanna lie to my dad plus I'm just a normal girl I don't think I could be an avenger" I say sorrily he looks at me for a minute

"Ok fine by me guess I was wrong" he says starting to walk away his words hit hard for some reason and as I'm thinking it all over I turn around

"I'll do it" I say regretting it already he turns around smirking at me

"Well then I have something for you come with me" he says I walk with him wondering what it could be he leads me to a room with a control panel in it I stare at him questioningly

"Here's your suit" he says pressing a few buttons all of a sudden a glass container comes out of the wall with a stunning purple suit with a cape around its waist and a gold belt in the middle

"Holy shit this is mine" I say in awe furry nods opening the container taking the suit and holding it up to me

"Here go try it on" he says with a hint of a smile I nod excitedly grabbing it from him and running to the nearest bathroom, it slipped on like a glove I look in the bathroom mirror twirling around slowly

"I look amazing" I say laughing the purple goes perfect with my dark purple hair, i think fluffing it out a little

"Great now that we have that sorted it's time to go you ready" he says I breathe deeply

"Yes" I say with confidence

"Good" he smirks walking out of the room I follow him we go down the hall to where the side would open up to let us out

"Ok you go out and get on the side of the building lokis in just watch and observe don't do anything got it" he says looking at me seriously as the side starts opening up I nod

"Good luck kid" furry says half smiling I smile back going down the stairs heading for the fall building the god is Spouse to be in, once I get there I get on the side hiding out of sight I hear screams from inside looking to see everyone flee the building I then see a tall man in gold and green amour with a helmet with horns on it holding the Spector in his hands a cope car comes around the side and he strikes it with a blue blast from the Spector and it flips

"Shit" I whisper to myself looking at the chaos he stand in front of the large group of people and they start to run but when they try lokis appear in every direction trapping them

"Kneel before me" he says to the group everyone to panicked to even acknowledge him which pissed him off

"I said...kneel!" He shouts the stone in the Spector shinning everyone looks at him starting to kneel slowly he starts to smile putting his arms out

"Is not this simpler....is this not your natural state, it's the unspoken truth of humanity that you crave subjection, the bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy for a mad scramble for power..identity you were made to be ruled in the end you will always kneel" he says smiling evilly holy shit he's crazy I think to myself all of a sudden an old man goes to stand up

"Not to men like you" he says confidently

"There are no men like me" loki smiles

"There are always men like you" he states

"Look to your elder people let him be an example" loki sends a blast to the man I almost run out to help when I see cap dive infront of the man blocking the blast with his shield sending loki to the floor

"You know the last time I was in Germany and saw a man standing above everybody else...we ending up disagreeing" he speaks with authority Loki stands up slowly

"The soldier...ha the man out of time" he sighs out

"I'm not the one who's out of time" cap presses as the ship floats in the back of him a gun comes out of the bottom

"Drop the weapon and stand down" nat commands loki sends a blast towards the ship which they dodges with haste cap throws his shield at loki and it starts a full fight people scrambling everywhere I look around to try to see them but I couldn't so i make the decision to get closer hiding in the crowd of people I spot them cap on his knees with the Spector to his hand

"Kneel" Loki says powerfully

"Not today" cap gets out of the position and starts fighting again but he's very quickly getting beat I debate in helping but I decided not knowing my dad would kill me if loki didn't first all of a sudden I hear rock music playing and smile knowing who it is I see my dad in his suit blast Loki away landing in perfect superhero position loki lands on the stairs my dad and cap put up there weapons as loki sits up holding his ribs

"Make a move reindeer games" my dad says cockily loki shines for a second and is back in his normal outfit putting both his hands up in surrender, agents come out and handcuff Loki transferring him on board as my dad and cap get back on I manage to sneak on undetected and go to the bathroom and change

I casually stroll out acting like I wasent just out in the battle field and head to the the front of the ship to see how my dad and cap are doing as I get there I open the door and see loki sitting handcuffed well my dad and cap are talking I look at loki surprised not expecting him to be here he looks at me and starts to smile looking me up and down mischievously I shrink back a little looking towards my dad he just notices me

"Hey kid what the hell are you doing here" he comes over to me purposely blocking lokis view of me

"Just wanted to check on you guys" I half smile hoping he's not to mad for me coming in

"Well that's nice of you kid but as you can see" he looks over at loki who's still looking at me

"Hey eyes back in your head asshat" my dad says angrily at loki which just makes him smile bigger

"Hey dad calm down it's fine" I say huffing looking at Lokis eyes for a minute before blushing and looking away I can't deny he's the hottest thing I've ever seen I mean he truly looks like he was made from gods but I know I can't think like that so I block it out all of a sudden lightning strikes rocking the ship a bit looking sits up looking scared and I think I know why

"Shit his brother is suppose to be Thor if the books are accurate, could that be him?" I say worriedly

"Kid those are just books" he says laughing lightly but all of a suddenly something hits the top of the ship and my dad opens the ship and goes to see what it is

"What are you doing" cap says as my dad goes to get out a blond tall muscular man I assume to be Thor jumps in on my father making him fall to the floor Thor goes straight after loki grabbing him by the throat and jumping out with him

"Shit" me and nat say at the same time

[waratah-moon]

Permanent

Violet returns to Hogwarts after winter break to find out Sirius has done something very stupid. Masterlist.

Pairing: Sirius Black x Violet Evans (fem Evans!OC), established relationship.

Warnings: Violet gets annoyed, implied sexual content if you squint, not beta read (lemme know if there are glaring errors)

1978, January, beginning of second term

“Hey princess,” Sirius grabbed his girlfriend’s hips, pulling her into a kiss.

“Hi,” Violet said, grinning. “I missed you.” Her hands slid into the back pockets of his jeans; he always waited until the last possible minute to put on his robes.

"It hasn't even been a week since your sister's wedding," he tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "That being said, I've missed you too. Like crazy, ma chérie."

He leant in for another kiss when the Hogwarts Express blew its horn, signaling the last chance for students to board. “Worst timing, hey?” Violet laughed, pulling apart from Sirius. “I've got to meet with the other prefects, but I'll come find you, okay?" She pecked his lips before taking off to the front carriage.

-

After an utterly pointless prefect meeting that had been sidetracked more than once by James (much to the annoyance of Lily), Violet and Remus made their way to a carriage at the end of the train where they found Sirius, Peter, Marlene and Mary.

After catching up on holiday news, Sirius, ever so predictably, turned the conversation on to himself.

“Vi, I have something to show you,” Sirius grinned, unbuttoning a couple more buttons from his shirt.

“Ugh,” Marlene groaned, “do you have to do that here?”

“Relax, it’s a new tattoo.” He pulled the his shirt collar down to reveal a flower tattooed on his chest, right above his heart. “Get it?”

“Is that a… a violet?” Violet’s eyes widened as she took in the ink. Telling by the scabbing, it was fresh. Each petal was darkly outlined and shaded with black, and filled in with hues of purple, yellow, and orange.

“Yup,” Sirius said proudly, turning to Remus to show him the new tattoo.

“You got a violet tattooed on you,” she said slowly, her eyes meeting Remus’s who gave her an understanding grimace. “Sirius we’ve haven’t even been dating for three months.”

Marlene and Mary groaned.

“I know, but I was going to get a new tattoo anyway, and the idea just came to me,” he turned back to her and saw the look on her face. “What, you don’t like it?”

She sighed, “I can’t deal with this right now. I'm going to find Morgana and Aisling,” she got up. “I’ll see you at dinner,” she slid the door of the carriage shut as she took off to find her friends.

"What did I do?" Sirius looked at his friends.

"You got a tattoo for her, mate," Remus shook his head. "And like she said, you haven't been going out very long." Remus reached across and moved Sirius's shirt, properly studying the art. It was clear Sirius had put thought into the placement of the tattoo. Green leaves framed the flower and weaved their way around the other ink on his chest. Two tiny words were scribbled above the top petal; ma chérie. It was obvious he'd thought about this piece longer than he let on. "I like it."

"You do?" Sirius did up a few of the buttons, leaving his tie loose.

"I think it was a bloody stupid thing to do so early in your relationship," Remus leant his head back and shut his eyes. "But it's a nice tattoo."

-

“Hey,” Sirius slid into the seat next to his girlfriend at the Gryffindor table. It was dinner time and she'd already made him a plate.

“Hi.”

“Look, I’m sorry about the tattoo. You know I’m impulsive. I love you, Vi, this was just my way of permanently proving it to the world. If it bothers you that much I’ll find a spell to remove it.”

Violet sighed and took his hand, intertwining their fingers, “I was shocked, that’s all. Now that I've had time to think about it, I actually think it’s quite sweet. Plus it shows everybody you’re all mine,” she pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Permanently.”

“I am yours. Forever,” he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer, his free hand settling on her thigh as he gave it a squeeze.

“I’m going to have to properly inspect it later. Make sure it’s up to my standard.”

“Of course, wouldn’t expect anything less. You got anything knew to show me?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. She'd hinted at going shopping last time they saw each other.

“I may have bought some new things, you’ll just have to wait and see.”

He groaned, rubbing her thigh. “You’re too good to me, ma chérie.”

[slime-quest]

"I'm going to go look for a bulletin board," Tricky pipes up eagerly, "There are probably exciting jobs to follow up on, so I'll catch you later! Good luck with your slimes quest!" They head off into town, followed by the guard and voidkin.

You trot after them, feeling the warmth of the early afternoon sun beating on your slime flesh.  

Mirrow && I completely forgot what sun feels like &&

Humphrey ## what do you think? ##

Mirrow && Makes me feel queasy for some reason. Let's go find some shade quick &&

You also feel a little nauseous as the heat builds up in your body. Or, maybe nauseous isn't the right word. Loose? Less solid?  You realize suddenly that the heat is causing your flesh to flow more easily. You've spent so much time in the cool morning, the chill nights and the dark caves that you haven't had a chance to experience heat yet.  You're not melting exactly, just runnier. It doesn't seem to affect any of your abilities, you're just slimier when warm. Neat!

Humphrey ## I wanna go check out the HoneyHive! Such a famous slime shop might know a thing or two about us! Plus we should try to get one of those crystal spell books that guard told us about.

Godrender $$ we would like to be polished and repaired – perhaps the crystal smith would even find a use for the core $$

Mirrow && you just wanna look pretty and shiny, nerd &&

Godrender $$ ... it would be nice… $$

"Let's start with the HoneyHive, and then go check out the smith.  If we find something else exciting, I'm sure we can go check it out."  You press your hand against your chest, feeling the hard core under the surface, "If they've waited this long, our pieces can wait just a little bit longer."

You enter the town.  

Humphrey ## wh-whoah.. there's a lot of people here.. ##

Crowds of people walk about, some rushing by, some stopping to chat with friends, all milling about purposefully.  Slimes, cats, voidkin, several humans, strange creatures with large eyes.  Several pop up shops, tents, booths and wagons loaded with various goods and trinkets fill the town center.  Tall buildings, inns, larger shops and homes fill the skyline.

"E-excuse me," you stop one of the cats as they rush by, "we're looking for the HoneyHive, can you point us to it?"

They glance from the direction you came and back at you, two of their four eyes looking at you.  "Oh, Hytherfolk, neat!  Not many of you slimes end up coming this way.  Yeah, it's like, go down that way, can't miss it.  Big purple crystal building.  Welcome to town!"

They run off, and you follow their directions, coming to large crystal structure.  It's shaped similar to the unicorn doctor's tower, tho it's not as straight.  A wooden sign hanging above the door reads "Candyfloss' HoneyHive".

You enter the shop.  It's brightly lit inside, several hanging lanterns illuminating the space with a soft pink light.  Large shelves and tables line the wall, all stacked with books, crystals, wands, hats and cloaks, and other strange devices and materials.

"Does any of this stuff look like slime... stuff?"

Humphrey ## Honey slimes and magic go hand in hand.  I don't know much of anything about it, but I know it's a really big deal to them. ##

A glowing yellow slime in a purple cape pops up next to you with a puff of pink smoke.  "Welcome friends!! Thou'rt finding everything alright?"

"Oh, I uh, I'm not sure actually what it is I'm looking for," you stammer, "Everything here is so strange."

"A fledgling mage," she cups her face in excitement, "how sweet! How long hast thou yearned to channel the sweetest nectar of Candyfloss?"

"P-pardon??"

"Ah, p'raps… thou'rt so freshly spawn'd, thou know'st not even of Candyfloss?" she laughs, "Aye, thou'rt quite confused, I see it now.  Garbed in that atrocious hue even, I s'pose a darkling void hath shared its knowledge with thee anon?"

"I don't understand anything you're saying.."

Mirrow && Ask her about the phone thingy! &&

"S-sorry, I'm just, overwhelmed.  I was actually looking for a thing called a 'spellphone'?  A friend told me about them."

Humphrey ## I didn't think we were friends… he didn't seem fond of us ##

Mirrow && nah he was definitely warming up to us &&

"Thou hasn't even a spellphone?  Thou'rt truly lost, and art fortunate to have stumbled blindly into mine shop."

She claps her hands together and explodes into more pink smoke, reappearing with another cloud of it behind the counter.

"What colour dost thou favor?"

[westpath]

So here's a short intro for fellow Westpath fans.....!

PERSONAL

Name: You can call me Artie !!

Age: I am 20 years old (birthday 19 april)

Pronouns: they/them if ya will 🤠

Likes: Westpath, Critical Role, D&D (got other blogs for that), drawing, analyzing and creating content for small fandoms like this one! listening to tunes and creating boards and playlists for Westpath (I'll add links below!)

Dislikes: spiders, The explorer unu, bigots 💪, how difficult it is to find and access Westpath content !!!!! The first narrator can get these hands too.

Funfacts:

I am not a native English speaker ;)

I am multishipper!

I will probably use this blog on and off! I am a busy person + I tend to forget I have tumblrs...

FANDOM STUFF

Main ships (not only romantic):

StarBreather. OTP!!!! Bay and Lungs have such a sweet and odd dynamic. Can't help but see them fall in love soon

I enjoy the Choke Dynamic... Its a wonderful pair to analyze, considering their mutual hatred and toxicity, yet they went so far to save each other...

Found Historians. Genuinely what is better than found family and deep lore?

Magic Cowboy. ...yes.

KnitterKiller/ToxicTailor. I just. You know... When Luka asked, "Is your favourite colour green?" and Rio replied "Yes, and purple. Nice guess, but why're you askin'?" and Luka goes "I'm making you a nice scarf, if we make it out sane or alive. It's going to be winter soon." And Rio smiles and finally gives in, without question or doubt, no skepticism or humor, to someone's helping hand.

I'll add more soon 😵‍💫

LINKS

(pending)

[Boards]

[Playlists]

[Lore comp doc]

[bunnygirlheart]

List 5 things that make you happy, and then put this in the ask box for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. Learn to know your mutuals and followers 🤍

oh sorry i forgot abt this

uhm,, suppose its kind of a cheat 2 just say 'my friends' 5 times huh

welllllll, bunnies, girls, duh

... this got super long after this line so uh

games, ive been playin modded fallout 3 a lot lately and havin a great time, my character has purple hair and like. a laser shotgun? (the metal blaster from the pitt) and a sweet cybernetic eye that gives her night vision and thermal imaging? so cool. She's also got a big ol sentry bot w/ a gatling laser that kinda murders things before I get a chance to actually do it myself which tbh is fine by me?? hehe

I kinda wanna start another game though where insteada robots and lasers i get animals and swords ? that also could be really cool? although . seems pretty hard to go melee i suspect w/ fwe making everything so lethal,, but hey i feel it might be fun to try and i can always tone down the settings if it doesnt work out.

Other than fallout 3 I play mtg like . all the time, and right now ive been playin w/ some monoblue list thats popular in standard atm just 'cuz mtga is hard and i already had most of the cards for that? and my other more fun deck is my oni-cult anvil thing ive been messing with pretty much since the card released? mechanized warfare came out w/ the latest set and its Nice. Also I have a couple mishras and dragon engines but i havent managed to meld yet. Still solid cards on their own though I dropped a mishra on a board where i had two anvils running for a while and abt a million 1/1s so i just swung out w/ em and drained my opponents life to nothing? realllll nice. (they had too many creatures of their own for me to actually be attacking before then so i just . accumulated lil dudes to keep the ground gummed up a while, which was working well enough)

Other than those decks .. I do play my anax deck in historic brawl pretty regularly, and I mean mechanized warfare was a good upgrade there as well, for obvious reasons. Monored would Love to do 1 more damage with everything! Also put phyrexian dragon engine in there too, 'cuz like . yay card draw, yay 3 mana 2/2 doublestrike? ... come to think im not sure i have ox of agonas in there, maybe I should add that one too,, oh one more recent upgrade wasnt from the new set but i only recently crafted a copy of fable of the mirror breaker, so I put that in as well.

oh uhm . when i can actually look at myself without feelin sorta bad is pretty good? like . i shaved recently and after a while of neglecting that it feels Loads better to see my reflection yknow? so uh. when i look . softer . i guess. is nice. ... I really need hormone meds huh?

i was gonna say my friends bc like . obviously? but that still is a cheat answer bc duh of course my friends make me happy? love yall! so instead I'll mention,, i finally started reading gideon the ninth recently? and? its really good so far? ive only read like two chapters but im havin a good time w/ it. Totally gotta keep reading soon.

[ohthatstragic]

I'm Very Sure - p.m

a/n:  i’ve been keeping these to myself for ages.. finally got the courage to post it.. i have like 5 other ones too, i can’t stop myself.. if you have any ideas for future fics pls send them in, i’ll be glad to do them, i sort of focus on maverick and rooster currently. maybe hangman too! i hope i did these guys justice in here

if you have critique for me pls give!! i want to know what you guys think so i can improve for you

also pls don’t repost or translate any of my work.. i don’t give you permission to do that.

pairings: maverick x reader, hangman x reader

wc:  5,411 (i have a problem where i can’t not write 4,000 words)

warnings: uhh creepy dude at bar for like ten seconds, its fluffy, ocean kissing, heavy flirting at one point from hangman

summary: you have feelings for maverick ever since you two met when you were called back for the ‘suicide’ mission (TG:M), now when you’re called back yet again for another insane mission, you have to confront your feelings. maverick seems disinterested so you flirt with hangman for fun.. who knows what happens after.

also i know it's take me to bed or lose me forever i just thought take me home sounded cuter for the current moment ;(

Sat down on the side of your dishevelled bed, a fleeting sigh escaped your lips. You had just gotten the call from Admiral Simpson - you were being called in for another mission. It was around a month after you flew that suicide mission with the Dagger squad, mentored and trained by Maverick. The group of you were still so close and you kept in contact. You truly did love them all - although you loved one of them more than the rest, and in an entirely different way.

A disgruntled and frustrated groan rattled your chest as you stood up and ran a hand through your tousled hair. Just as you were about to start packing things for your journey back to Miramar, San Diego, your phone buzzed to life. The theme song to Hawaii Five-O disrupted the peaceful silence that was lingering in your bedroom and you reached down to answer the call. A smile formed on your face as you read the name "Natasha" plastered across the top half of your phone screen. Your thumb tapped on the green answer button, and the silence returned in your bedroom as you put the phone up to your ear. "Hey," You said, sinking back down on your bed.

"Hey, Y/N," Phoenix smiled through the phone. "We're all headed down to The Hard Deck at five, you wanna come?" She asked. You thought about it for a moment. It would be nice to see everyone again and have some fun before you had to be deployed.

"Sure. I'll see you there, Phoenix." You hummed as your eyes wandered around your room, eyes landing on the photo of you all on board the naval ship from a month ago. A smile picked at the corners of your lips as your mind reeled back to that moment. Jake had taken the photo, his arm outstretched and taking up the left hand side of the picture. You stood behind him, grinning as you were sandwiched between Phoenix and Bob. Phoenix had her hand wrapped around your neck and Bob was stood beside Coyote who had a hand on Fanboy's shoulder, crouching in front of the four of you. Payback, Rooster and Maverick were crouched a bit lower, big grins on their sweaty faces. The latter two had just pulled off a miracle stunt, escaping an enemy base in an old F-14.

"Great, see you later, Y/C/S." Phoenix said and you hung up the call. Your home screen popped up and you looked at the time - four in the afternoon. It left you an hour to shower, get ready and head to the bar which was around ten or fifteen minutes away.

****

It was five fifteen when you pulled up to the bar, spotting Penny sweeping the porch. You hopped off your pearlescent purple Ducati Panigale, kicking out the stand. Casting your eyes across the lot, you only spotted a few of your squad's cars - them being Phoenix, Bob, Hangman and Coyote. He wasn't here yet, thank god. As you swung your leg over the motorbike's middle, Penny caught eye of you.

"Well look what the tide brought in," She laughed, placing a hand on her hip as she stopped sweeping for a moment. "Y/N, it's been a while!" Penny said, starting to walk down the steps and toward you. You walked forwards.

"It has," You laughed back, looking a little sheepish. "I've, um, been busy." You shrugged, hoping she didn't ask anymore questions about it. It was both a lie and not a lie, you had been busy. Busy trying to forget about a certain person who had completely taken over your mind and heart.

"I get that," She smiled. "The others are inside. Coyote's gettin' mad at Hangman 'cos he keeps beating him at pool." An amused laugh escaped her lips as she glanced back at the open door. "I'm out here sweeping since it's pretty dead in there. For now.."

"The evening rush is always a wild card," You said, wrinkling your nose in displeasure at the thought of weaving in between drunk, sweaty bodies. "You either get awful people, or you get easy-going people. Let's hope it's the latter!" You chuckled lightly. Penny nodded her head in agreement, grinning at you.

"Come on in and I'll getcha a drink. I need to check the bar anyway." As you walked up to her, she placed a hand on your shoulder and walked with you into the bar. "I love your outfit by the way, it's stunning." She said, glancing down at your choice of clothing. You sported a soft beige string bikini top and slapped a baggy, thin shirt over the top, rolling the sleeves up to your forearms and tying it up in the middle of your stomach. On your bottom, you wore a pair of fraying, white linen shorts that reached your upper thigh.

A smile appeared on your face as the two of you reached the empty bar. "Thank you, Penny." You smiled. Penny slipped behind the bar and leant against it with one hand, the other sitting on her hip. She gestured to the drinks, silently asking what you wanted. "Can I get a vodka and lemonade, please?" You asked and nibbled on your bottom lip. A loud array of laughter suddenly erupted in the quiet room, garnering your attention. You quickly looked over to the source of the sound, spotting your squad, looking smart in their beige naval uniforms. A smile instantly reached your face as you watched Hangman high-five Phoenix. Looking back to Penny, she was finishing off your drink and placing a straw in the glass.

"Didn't think you'd want to mess up your lipstick." She grinned with a wink. You laughed and reached out your hand to grab the cold glass.

"Thanks, Pen," A soft giggle escaped your lips as you turned to walk towards the squad.

A low whistle penetrated your ears. "Well, if it ain't Y/C/S." Hangman grinned from behind the pool table, his eyes sliding up and down your body, checking you out. As the cocky pilot announced your name, the rest of the squad turned around excitedly, grins immediately breaking out on their faces as they saw you.

"Y/C/S!" Fanboy, Payback and Coyote cheered from the left, sat on some barstools. They stood up to greet you with open arms. You hugged them back happily, closing your eyes momentarily as you inhaled.

"Hey guys!" You giggled at them, looking to Phoenix next. She smirked and walked over to you, engulfing you in a tight hug.

"Good to see you." She said, pulling away from you, but leaving a comforting hand on your shoulder. "How's it going?" Phoenix asked quietly. You wrinkled your nose at the question, glancing between her eyes and the floor. She smiled, standing aside so you could say hello to the rest of the squad. "I get it." She mumbled.

Your eyes met Bob's as he stood up from his chair opposite the pool table, once again brushing himself down from peanut shells. "Hey, Bob," You grinned, holding your arms out for a hug. He bashfully moved forwards to accept it, his arms wrapping around you. "It's good to see you're still in one piece. I know how Phoenix can fly sometimes." Bob chuckled at your words, and a sudden slap at the back of your head made you laugh.

"Hey! Watch yourself, Y/C/S." She warned you with a smirk, pointing a threatening finger at your amused face. You held up your hands in defence, trying to suppress another laugh. As you turned back around, Bob had suddenly grown a couple inches and put on some muscle, and turned into a cocky blonde.

"Y/C/S." Hangman smirked down at you, staring into your eyes. "Still kickin' I see." He joked, earning a gasp from you.

"Hangman, we all know that you'd be the one to stop 'kickin', if it were to happen." You smirked back at him, folding your arms against your chest. He broke into a laugh and pulled you into a warm hug, and you graciously hugged him back, his cologne overwhelming your nose.

"No Maverick or Rooster then?" You frowned, noticing their absence. A little pang of pain and a ball of warmth shot through your chest as you mentioned his name.

"Rooster's coming a little later I think. Mav should be here soon though." Coyote said, glancing between you and Phoenix. You hummed as your heart started to batter against your ribcage in anticipation, and you sipped your drink, trying to calm your nerves.

Around fifteen minutes passed as the group of you surrounded the pool table, cheering at Hangman and Coyote. Fanboy's eyes suddenly left the pool table. "Have no fear, the Captain is here," Fanboy snickered. A grin formed on his face as he backed away from the table and made his way towards the aforementioned pilot. "How you doin', old man?" He asked. You looked up to watch him, finally catching sight of the man who had been causing you heartache. Swallowing thickly, you tried to rip your eyes away from Maverick but they refused. He looked amazing.

Maverick sported his usual white tee with his infamous patched bomber jacket, with a pair of jeans to match. His famous black and gold aviators sat on his nose as a handsome grin slipped onto his lips as he grabbed Fanboy's hand, pulling him in for a bro-hug, and then moved onto Coyote. "Hey man," Mav chuckled. You looked away for a moment, waiting for everyone to say hello. Hangman, Phoenix, Bob and Payback gave the captain a welcoming hug, exchanging warm greetings. As you looked back at him, his blue eyes met yours and your heart rate increased; a bashful smile picking at the corners of your lips.

Maverick grinned, walking over to you and engulfing you in a big hug. "Y/C/S," He hummed as his arms wrapped around your middle. Your arms snaked themselves around his neck and you pressed your head against his shoulder, his familiar and comforting cologne filling your nostrils. A soft giggle escaped your lips and your eyes never left his. "It's been a while." He chuckled and pulled away, although his hands lingered on your waist a little longer than usual. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Hangman and Phoenix watching you like a pair of curious cats.

"Yeah," You breathed out, a little breathless from the encounter. You hadn't prepared yourself to see him, you didn't think you needed to. You thought this would be a walk in the park. You were wrong. "Who would've thought we'd be back here so soon?" A bashful giggle escaped your lips and it made Maverick grin.

"Well, I'm not complaining about the company," He said quietly, eyes still glued to yours. "You got a drink?" Maverick asked, eyeing your empty hand. You quickly glanced down at it and gasped softly.

"Oh, yes, it's on the table over there." You said, almost too quickly. His eyebrows raised at your sudden reply, and you immediately regretted how fast you had replied. It wasn't personal, it was just you being you... a nervous wreck around him.

"I'm gonna go get a beer." He smiled, before walking off in the direction of the bar. Your smile slowly dissipated as you turned back towards the group, Hangman and Phoenix's eyes still fixated on you. With a heavy sigh, you walked over to the duo, and Hangman held up his arm for a hug. You gratefully accepted it, groaning.

"Ugh," You grumbled. "I forgot how hard it was." Your eyes slowly searched for the captain, who was currently stood next to a blonde woman, and clearly having a good time with her. Their loud laughter could be heard from over here. Hangman rubbed your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you.

"I think you should go and talk to him, Y/N/N." Phoenix said, taking a swig of her beer. As she swallowed, she shrugged. "What's the harm in it?" She added, looking at Hangman who didn't seem too convinced. He let his arm fall off of your shoulder as he leant back against the barstool behind him, his eyes finding yours.

"Well, if he doesn't wantcha, I know someone who does." Jake wiggled his eyebrows, a grin breaking out onto his face. Looking away, your cheeks flushed pink at his words and Phoenix noticed, starting to laugh.

You tried to hide the smirk that threatened to slip onto your face at any moment. Well, if Maverick isn't interested, then what's the harm? Jake is undeniably hot, and it wouldn't hurt to flirt for fun. "Really now?" You looked back at the pilot, who was visibly surprised at your answer. As was Phoenix. "C'mon, Bagman.. let's play some pool." You said, walking back to the pool table.

"You're on." He quickly said, relishing in the different attention you were giving him. Phoenix was in shock at your attitude. "You sure you wanna do this, sweetheart?" Hangman asked, throwing you a teasing look. The nickname twisted your stomach into a knot, and you weren't particularly fond of how it made you feel.

"Oh, I'm sure," You said, grabbing the plastic triangle atop of the green-carpeted table. "I'm very sure." You mocked Hangman, remembering what he had said to Rooster all that time ago. His eyes narrowed at you, and a sly smile reached his lips. You quickly grabbed the pool balls and slotted them into the triangle, some of them clacking together.

"Seem like you're experienced with balls, honey," Hangman said, and you glanced up at him, eyes falling to the way he was gripping the pool cue. "I like an experienced woman." He finished off flirtatiously, glancing between yourself and the balls.

"You're out of luck then," You said, leaning up from the table and grabbing a hold of the other pool cue. Looking into Jake's eyes, you smirked. "Because I'm a virgin." Hangman's brows furrowed momentarily, his eyes sliding down your body again. He swallowed thickly, obviously speechless. You moved to the bottom of the pool table, where Jake was stood, and placed the white cue ball in the lower half of the table. "Ladies first." You mumbled to him with a cheeky smile. Leaning over, you made sure to poke your rear out towards Hangman, your fingers feeling the coarse carpet on top of the table as you lined yourself up for the shot.

"You got this, Y/C/S." Bob said from the side with a smile on his face. Phoenix stood next to him, throwing you a quizzical look, gesturing between you and Jake with her eyes. You shook your head at her and smiled, before looking back at the table.

"Wait, whaddya get if you win?" Fanboy called from behind you. You thought for a moment.

"If I win, Hangman owes me one hundred bucks. If he wins.. he can do or have whatever he wants I guess. But we don't need to discuss that, because it's not gonna happen." You said nonchalantly, looking back at Fanboy. A chorus of 'oohs' erupted, making you smirk. Looking up, you saw Hangman rolling his eyes at your dig.

Pulling back your arm, you swung it forwards, the cue ball smashing into the other balls with a loud clack. A striped ball sinks down into a hole and you smirk to yourself. You moved to the right side of the table, staring up at Hangman as he watched you. You never took your eyes off of him as you hit another shot, sinking another ball. You could see him tense his jaw as he shuffled in his spot, biceps flexing in frustration. The amount of self-restraint this man had to not just fuck you right here on this table right now is ground-breaking.

"Lucky shot." He said with a shit-eating grin. You leaned up from the side of the table and cocked a brow.

"Is it now?" You said, narrowing your eyes at him, smiling. You leaned back down to set yourself up for another shot, but you caught sight of Maverick heading back over to the group of you. You felt your breath hitch. Despite the warm and comforting feeling in your chest, you ignored it, and hit your shot, merely missing another sunk ball. A frustrated groan left your lips and Jake didn't miss it. He smirked at you, pouting sarcastically. You turned away from the pool table as he walked towards you, his eyes never leaving yours. You refused to back down.

"Like I said, sweetheart, lucky shot." He chuckled and moved in between your legs, placing his arms either side of you, forcing you to lean back as he leaned forwards, his eyes glancing between you and the cue ball. Your breath hitched in your throat from the closeness between you two, making your heart race. A few wolf whistles from Coyote and Fanboy made you blush. The pair of you were chest to chest, and you could feel his body heat radiating off of him. Deep down, you weren't complaining. But deep deep down, you were wishing Hangman was Maverick.

"Let the pool champ show you how it's done." He mumbled in your ear as he pulled back his muscular arm, your gaze slowly moving to his flexed bicep. As you looked back at your arrogant opponent, he smirked. "Like what you see?" Hangman swung his arm forwards, the sound of balls clacking together rang through your ears. His eyes never left yours as he leaned back from the table, walking to the left side of the table.

As you turned around, your gaze immediately fell on Maverick, who's eyes were as hard as steel. Your eyes trickled down his hands, which were gripping his bottle of beer so hard that it could most likely shatter at any second. Confused, you couldn't help your brows furrowing together as you watched him stare daggers into the back of Hangman's head. Soon enough Maverick looked away from your blonde opponent and glanced at you, softening his eyes. You quickly ditched the confused look upon your face, relaxing your brows. Averting his gaze from you momentarily, a small smile slipped onto his pink lips. You noticed his fist relaxed as the pair of you shared a warm look. Not wanting to make anything awkward you smiled back at him, and returned your attention back to Jake. Shaking off the perplexing encounter, you furrowed your brows again so that Maverick wouldn't be able to see them. "Lucky shot," You scoffed mimicking Jake. Reaching for your almost empty drink, you swung the remnants of the liquid back. You tried ignoring the vivid image of Maverick's angry face in your mind.

"Aw," Hangman pouted mockingly, pushing his lips out. "Is someone a little upset?" He said, breaking out into a mischievous grin. You cocked a brow, sauntering over to him, slowly, holding his amused gaze. Hangman's eyes narrowed in curiosity as you neared him, entering his personal space.

"Honey," You sighed quietly and flicked your eyes between Jake's eyes and lips, watching his Adam's apple slide up and down his throat as he swallowed. "If I was upset, you wouldn't even need to ask." With a roll of your eyes, you slipped on a confident façade and threw a simpering smile his way.

Around fifteen minutes passed and you and Hangman had sunk most of the balls with a bit of flirting here and there. It was now down to him to sink the black eight ball, in which you were watching wistfully, preparing to accept a loss. "You've got him, he's easy, Y/N/N," Maverick suddenly appeared next to you, his shoulder at least two inches above yours. "He's yours." He said, glancing down at you. The butterflies and feelings returned within you as fast as they left - which was never. You felt your knees weaken as he smiled down at you, watching his gorgeous pale blue eyes crease at the sides. 

"You think?" You choked out, swallowing back a nervous laugh. Glancing at Hangman, you saw he was watching you and Maverick closely, his eyes narrowing with what seemed like jealousy. You looked back to the captain who still had his eyes on you. A faint blush creeped up your cheeks. You let your eyes falter for a moment, glancing at his lips.

"He's easy, sweetheart. You got this." Maverick smirked and took a sip of his beer. He leaned down and placed his lips near your awaiting ear. "Show me what you got." Your eyes fluttered as his hot breath caressed the side of your bare neck, a warm wave of pleasure washing over your body. Your mind began to race with unspeakable images of the captain and you, his lips attacking your neck with warm kisses, a breathless moan escaping your lips, making Maverick smirk. A sudden and loud clack pulled you back to reality.

"Shit!" Hangman grunted as he watched the black eight ball merely miss the hole he was aiming for. A soft pair of "ooh"s slipped from Coyote and Payback. His hardened gaze met yours, and you smirked at him, cocking a brow.

"Let the pool champ show you how it's done." You said cockily as you mocked Hangman's previous words. In all seriousness, after that, you were silently praying that you wouldn't miss. Leaning down, you set up your shot, silently calculating the angle you'd need to pull this shit off. As you swung the pool cue forwards, the whole squad watched with anticipation. The loud clack of the cue ball smacking against the black eight ball made you blink quickly, your eyes never leaving the final ball. A thud sounded as the black eight ball fell down the corner hole, securing your victory. The squad jumped up and cheered for you, mostly happy that you had beaten Hangman.

"Yes!" Bob cheered and fisted the air in celebration. You were absolutely flabbergasted as you stared in disbelief, glancing between the pool table and an unhappy looking Hangman. You instantly turned to Maverick who's face was in complete awe.

"Hell yeah!" Mav chuckled. A loud giggle escaped your lips as you stared at his beaming face. It took everything within you to hold you back from running up and kissing him. A grin spread from ear to ear on his face as he watched you. Maverick walked towards you, his gaze never faltering from yours.

You blushed as he neared you, your heart going ballistic inside your chest. A sudden shiver travelled down your spine as Maverick's eyes fell to your lips for a split second. "Want a celebratory drink?" He asked quietly and raised his brows, nodding towards your empty glass.

"Who am I to disobey my captain?" You giggled again as he held out his arm jokily, and you grinned, graciously accepting his offer. "Oh, and Hangman," You turned to the sulking pilot, his eyes glancing between yours and Maverick's arms and your eyes. "GGs, thanks for buying the next few rounds." You winked at him, in which he smirked back at you, running his tongue across his teeth.

"Beginner's luck." He winked and set the pool cue down as he picked up his bottle of beer. You rolled your eyes at him, turning back to face Maverick. "Shall we?" You smiled, nodding towards the bar.

"Let's." He chuckled as the pair of you wandered towards the dark wooden bar, weaving in between the busy crowd. Maverick made sure you reached the bar before he had to quickly dip for the toilet. "I'll be back in a moment." He said, sending a reassuring smile your way. You smiled back, relishing in the warm feeling that he had unknowingly been giving you since he first walked in.

"Hey, gorgeous." An unfamiliar voice tickled your ears, and you whipped your head around to find an average height young man leaning against the bar, with his body facing towards you. Internally you groaned. "All alone?" He asked, eyeing your body. Instinctively you folded your arms to cover yourself, feeling uncomfortable.

The man sipped his beer, still staring intensely at you. "No, I'm waiting for a.. uh.. friend." You mentally slapped yourself to hesitating on what to describe Maverick as, knowing you had just outed yourself as being single.

"So you're single?" His eyes lit up at the sudden discovery, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips. "You can't be," He stuttered, his eyes falling all over your body again. "Not with a smoking hot body and a gorgeous face like yours, sugar." The man moved closer this time, reaching out a hand to touch your arm.

"Hey, take a step back, son." Maverick suddenly appeared beside you and you instantly relaxed, swiftly looking up at him. He easily towered over the man; his eyes hard and unforgiving. Mav's voice was deep and almost dark as he slipped a protective hand around your waist, pulling you so close to him that you could almost hear his perfect heart beat. "Get outta here." He said, placing himself between yourself and the man.

"Hey, hey, I was just joking around," The man said quickly, looking sheepish. Maverick was much more built than the skinny lad who had taken an interest in you. "I'll go." He said, muttering what sounded like a string of profanities aimed at your saviour as he wandered off.

Even as the man left, Mav's grip on your waist didn't falter, and he still stayed close to you. You could hear his heart racing from the adrenaline rush. "Hey," You softly said, making him look down at you. "Thank you." A smile formed on your lips as you watched him, his lips spreading into a smile too.

"It's not a problem," He mumbled, looking down at you with soft eyes. Your heart melted at the sight, and you almost fell in Maverick's arms. "You alright?" He asked, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ears. You nodded, rendered speechless at his touch. "Vodka and lemonade?" He asked again. You nodded. Again. "Alright." He beamed, reluctantly glancing away to Penny. Her eyes found yours as Maverick ordered your drink, a bright and big grin breaking out on her face. You blushed and looked away with a bashful smile.

"Thanks, Pete." You giggled, feeling brave enough to use your captain's first name. You could swear you saw Maverick's cheeks flush at the use of his real name.

"Don't mention it, Y/N," He said with a bashful smile, looking away from you. The sound of your name rolled off of his tongue so smoothly making your stomach do flips. "Bradley's here." His hand quickly fell from your waist and you immediately felt your heart fall. Pushing your feelings aside, you glanced to where Rooster was walking and grinned, lifting an arm to wave at the aforementioned man.

"Hey Mav," Rooster's smooth voice travelled to your ears. "Y/N?" He asked, instantly smiling at your presence. His fingers came up to pluck his aviators off of the bridge of his nose and folding them onto his white tee beneath his signature Hawaiian shirt, revealing his pair of warm, brown eyes.

"The one and only." You laughed. A smile picked at Maverick's lips as the sound of your laugh rang through his ears, a soft, happy hum emitting from his chest. "How's it going Rooster?" You asked the newly graduated pilot who was currently smiling back at the two of you.

"Not bad." He replied, catching sight of Phoenix. You glanced at her as she waved Rooster over. "There's Phoenix, catch you later." Rooster quickly departed with a genial nod, and you turned your attention back to Maverick.

"How's it going with Rooster, by the way?" You asked and Maverick turned towards the bar, with you following his action. "He seems to have changed how he feels about you." You added, resting you forearms against the bartop.

"It's gonna take some time," He said. "It's not gonna be easy for him to forgive me." He finished, glancing at the ground - obviously thinking back to the tragic accident that killed his RIO and his best friend, Goose. Your heart ached for him. You just wanted to hold him in your arms. "My father went missing when he was a pilot in the Navy. I never found out what happened - it's all classified information." Maverick finished, taking a slow swig of his beer.

"I'm sorry, Mav." He only shook his head and smiled, looking at you with soft eyes.

There was a moment of brief silence as Penny served your drinks with a kind smile. You both thanked her before moving away from the bustling bar. The pair of you set your drinks down on a table within your group. Taking a sip, you pondered for a moment as your gaze found the ocean. "Wanna swim?" You nodded towards the white doors, a cheeky look breaking out onto your cheeks.

"I don't like that look, Y/C/S." Maverick gave you a lopsided smile, glancing between the ocean and yourself.

"It's the only one I got." You replied, trying to hold back a giggle as you quoted Hondo and Maverick. He rolled his eyes, setting his beer down and you swiftly grabbed his larger hand with your smaller one, silently enjoying the way his rough hand felt against yours. Pulling him out the doors and past a confused Dagger squad, the pair of you laughing together like maniacs.

"Hey!" You squeaked as Maverick slipped his hands underneath your waist and knees, picking you up. Instinctively, your hands snaked around his neck as he ran towards the sea, you screaming at the top of your lungs at him. "Mav!" You screamed once more before he jumped in with you. Seawater enveloped your body and you scrambled to the surface, gasping for air. "You son of a bitch!" A loud roar of laughter erupted from the captain as you swam towards him and jumped on him, wrapping your legs around his middle.

"You looked a little hot, I thought you needed a swim to cool down." He smirked, staring up at you as he snaked his arms around your waist, watching droplets of water slip down your amused face. You felt the pads of his fingertips caress your bare skin and you couldn't hide the bright blush that flowered across your cheeks.

"You could've asked first." You mumbled, staring at Maverick as the gentle waves lapped against the two of you. "This was an expensive shirt." You added, breaking out into a giggle as the captain rolled his eyes at your comment.

"I'll replace it." He said quietly. You moved closer to him, squeezing your legs around his waist as his arms pulled you in, your noses almost touching. The mere closeness of you two was enough to set your heart on fire.

"With what? It's sold out now." You wrinkled your nose at him.

"One of mine." He replied, glancing at your eyes. You swallowed in shock at his comment, feeling almost breathless. There's no way he just said that.

"I'd like that." You muttered back and bit down on your bottom lip for a moment. Maverick leaned in towards you, his lips grazing against yours, teasing you. "Mav," You whined breathlessly, making the captain smirk. "Kiss me." You added. Maverick's eyes lit up as they met yours. He didn't waste anymore time in waiting to kiss you.

Maverick planted a soft kiss on your lips and slowly pulled away, waiting for your reaction. You smiled and leaned forwards to capture another. An even bigger smile formed on his face as he leaned in towards you too, his lips connecting with yours. His nose brushed against your cheek as the two of you kissed in the sea. You couldn't believe what was happening.

"I think," You mumbled in between kisses. "I love you." You mumbled again, making Maverick pull away. Your eyes widened in fright, but he only smiled at you, brushing a hand over your cheek. Your anxiety-ridden, churning stomach suddenly settled and you felt at ease, a warm shiver washing over your body.

"You think?" He asked, pressing soft kisses to the side of your lips and upon your jaw. His jokey question made you laugh and his smile only grew as he watched you, the crinkles beside his eyes growing.

"I know I do." A soft, hushed sigh slipped from you, and you couldn't hide the smile that broke out on your face. "Take me home or lose me forever, Captain Mitchell." You murmured against his lips, pressing a gentle kiss upon them.

Maverick dropped his head for a moment, his eyes looking up at you through his wet lashes. "Show me the way home, honey." He grinned, melting into your kisses as the two of you floated together in the ocean. "I love you too, Y/N."

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"love me back" a yandere!shinichiro and wakasa story (no proofread, pure draft)

1.

"So, this is the place," Wakasa stared at the mansion's gate, its gold trim and intricate dragons carved on the big doors, with small spaces in between the carvings showing a peek of the mansion.

He then flinched when the gates slowly opened by themselves, stopping at a right distance where the albino can enter. He slowly dragged his feet clothed in white pumps, and as he entered the premises, the gates closed behind him. Meeting him was a large white mansion, and in a middle met a large fountain, a sculped angel in the middle pouring water. Somebody came out of the house, a man with raven locks slicked back lazily was seen. He had an olive-hued vest with the same colour as his slacks, the vest painted with gold accents. His feet were clothed in black loafers and he had a brown necktie tied by his collar.

Wakasa stood there staring at the mysterious man, his purple suitcase behind him. The man observed him and his fit, a white oversized dress shirt with one side tucked in bell-bottom jeans. He had a three-beaded red earring hanging on his left ear lobe. He had white fluffy locks, his right-left eye being covered up by his fringe.

The man smiled at him with eyes closed, "Welcome, Imaushi-san. It's nice to meet you."

Wakasa bowed to him, his eyes not leaving his abyss pair, "Thank you, Sano-san."

"Please come in," He snapped his fingers, then a man came immediately. "Mr Brown, please get Mr Imaushi's baggage here and place it in his room."

"Gladly, sir," He bowed before carefully taking his luggage and leaving.

Wakasa then went towards the patriarch of the home, and the time he went beside him, shivers went down his spine when he felt the man's hand at his waist.

"I'll give you the tour of the house, princess."

That word and his voice accompanied by it made Wakasa shudder.

2.

The place was quite large, like a maze deep in the forest. The mansion was acquainted with different antiques that were given to them by different generations of the Sano, their blood being mixed with pure Italian and Filipino (especially the second-oldest). The man also told Wakasa that he had three younger siblings, all in boarding school. As they get to know each other more, Shinichiro was quite a nice guy, but something uneasy was curling in his guts, something that's telling him to not be too close towards Shinichiro.

They were now by the door of Wakasa's room, with Shinichiro in front opening the door for him.

"This is your room," He said. "Please feel at home."

The lilac-eyed male went in, his eyes in awe when he inspected the room. Grand sheets and furniture were looking brand new, and the room was perfectly lit. It didn't match his aesthetic, but he can get used to this old hotel-like room structure. The latter sat down on the bed, trying not to make eye contact with the man in front of him. It felt quite uncomfortable that his eyes were piercing onto his body, especially right at his lap.

"Thank you for accommodating me here, Sano-san," He smiled at him as his head directed towards Shinichiro, his eyes closed to avoid eye contact. "I'll call my older brother that I have arrived."

"My pleasure, Imaushi-san," he said, then left the room. "Dinner will be ready in a few hours. Take a rest."

He gently closed the door, making Wakasa sigh as the latter left him alone. He then lay down on the bed, arms spread wide as he took his phone from his pocket. He dialled his older brother's number.

"Hello?"

"Kei-nii," He answered. "I arrived at this place."

Keizo, who was at the kitchen table reading a book, pushed his thin-framed glasses a little. He then smiled, "Nice place?"

"Very antique heard that those were heirlooms of the family."

"I see, you boss' okay?"

"Yeah, very kind," He then sighed over the phone. "But I have this stirring feeling every time I'm with him."

"That might be a sign," Keizo leaned down on the backrest. "But observe him for now."

"I will, take care there, Kei-nii."

"You too, I love you."

"I love you too," Wakasa smiled. "Say hi to mom for me."

"I will, bye."

"Bye," He then hung up the phone, gently throwing it beside him. He closed his eyes, as he slowly rests for today.

(leave suggestions and comments about this snippet! I love to hear anything from you <3)

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[spacedlexi]

Do you have any Violentine headcanons? I have one incase you’re curious(you’re probably not);Violet and Clementine light their room with (dark) blue/purple lanterns because it reminds them of space.

aaw thats cute. i loved the purple lanterns so itd be nice to see those get used more. i also think vi has glow stars in her room (their room). there was concept art of the dorm with glow stars so i gave them to her cuz it looked really nice and also the stars are their Thing

someone asked me a while ago if i had any headcanons and i wrote a pretty detailed response here (i'll also put it under a read more here incase the link is weird). i dont think i have many more violentine specific headcanons cuz mostly i just think about how the school as a whole operates post s4

- love that thing mary kenny said about how violet likes to be the big spoon unless shes had a nightmare or has trouble sleeping. i bet clem being the little spoon makes her feel safe when she sleeps in a way she hasnt felt in nearly a decade of sleeping out on the road where she could die at any moment. i wonder if there was ever an incident tho where clem could feel vi against her back in her sleep and woke up ready to fight someone, cuz in the early days of living at the school im sure she’d still be getting over her immediate fight or flight reaction to everything

- related to the last one i think once aj gets old enough clem would move into violets room (and tenn would move into ajs room. every night is a sleepover (yes tenn is alive in my hcs 😔 and no one is maimed))

- i know clem is technically The Leader now, but vi was doing a good job before clem took over, and since her relationship with clem helped her get over herself a bit and now she outright cares for the school group (instead of caring but pretending she doesnt to avoid getting hurt from loss again 🥺), i think theyd definitely lead together. clem is still #1 but violet is like her right hand/second in command. if the group splits up for whatever reason (hunting/scouting/investigating passing groups) then they each take leadership of each group (unless they feel like going fishing together 🥺). they definitely makes plans together. up in the office. sometimes they share the chair (its a huge chair have you looked at that thing)

- again since tenn is alive in my hcs i love the idea of clem+aj/vi+tenn one little family within one big family. if tenn and aj are like playing or drawing vi and clem are watching like a couple of doting parents 🥺💕

- they stole that horse from the raiders so sometimes they go on little rides together around the school, checking defenses. but also just to get some time together alone

- vi gets help from the others to help jury-rig a pully system on the bell tower so clem can get up there again. they make so many intricate home alone style traps i think they could do it. i think clem would cry shdfks. and it would mean that much more to her that everyone helped make it

- violet became very confident in her relationship with clem throughout the last 2 eps so i think they wouldnt shy away from being cute in front of everyone lmao especially as the years go by

- after a number of years together i think theyd like to make things more “permanent”. the only signifier of their relationship is the pin vi gives to clem (which is so cute on its own god i love that pin (“so you never forget that night” “i never will” SHUT UP THEYRE SO CUTE)). i thought maybe violet would whittle like a pair of wooden rings but thinking about it more i think they would just make new pins for each other. the pins are kind of their thing. clem would still keep wearing the og star pin, but she’d also get a violet flower pin, and violet would get a clementine pin 🍊💜

- related to the last one, louis would catch violet making her pin for clem and turn it into a whole big thing. because its boring living in the apocalypse and he wants to make this fun. clem would be on board with it and violet would agree if thats what clem wants. so theyd have a little “wedding” with the school kids attending. tenn and aj collect flowers and you know omar would make some big, extra fancy meal.

- idk if this counts but do you ever think about how during the last ep violet gets forcibly split from clem+aj and has to go back to the school by herself, and hours go by and clem and aj havent made it back yet… and how violet probably went back out there to desperately look for them, thinking they were dead and blaming herself for just leaving them there… she mustve been so devastated and scared and angry. i bet she was the first to see aj pushing that wheelbarrow back to the school and just started crying and sobbing if she wasnt already. SORRY TO END THIS ON A SAD ONE but i think about this 😭 ………………..

- related to the last one i bet violet spent so much time next to clems bed just hoping and praying that she would wake up. her and aj were probably there as much as they could be. and maybe would even take turns watching over her before she finally woke up. i bet all the other kids would come in to check on her too. they all love clem so much 🥺 you love to see it. its what she deserves. i bet rosie would be under her bed too like she was when aj was putting up the collectibles at the end

[tracybirds]

Gumnut’s Little Whump List

3: Bruised Knuckles with Scott

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Ooh this took me to fun plaves - hope you enjoy!!

I'm still extremely bored waiting for marking to fall into my lap from the last exams of the year so if anyone else wants to send me something from @gumnut-logic‘s list, I would love to write some more :D

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It was a lazy afternoon. Virgil was humming quietly as he painted the latest in a series of landscapes from the balcony. Gordon had challenged John to a game of virtual chess and taking full advantage of the way he kept falling asleep over the holo.

Scott laughed to himself as Gordon quickly switched the pieces around.

"John, come on, it's your turn, wake up!"

"Huh?" John started and blinked confusedly as he stared down at the board. "What did you do again?"

"Just give up now already," said Gordon cheerfully. "You're not winning this one."

"Uh-huh."

"What's with you anyway?"

John didn't reply, stilling staring blankly at the board.

"Okay," he said finally. He reached out, knocking the king onto its side. "I concede."

"Wait really?"

Gordon whooped, celebrations disproportionate to the outcome of a friendly match he'd cheated his way into victory, but Scott couldn't help the grin that spread across his face.

Gordon grabbed Virgil and was spinning with him as he jumped up and down, singing a ridiculous song about 'winner winner chicken dinner'.

For a moment he caught John's eye, his younger brother laughing himself and suddenly looking a lot less tired. John only winked at him.

"Good sportsmanship, Gordon."

It was a nice, lazy day and Scott was determined to enjoy it.

A loud crash shook the villa and four brothers jumped to high alert.

"What was that?" asked Gordon.

Virgil was already on the comms to Brains in the hangar.

"N-no Virgil, n-nothing wrong d-down here."

"Thanks, Brains."

"It's Alan," announced John, frowning at a screen in front of him. "He flew in from the mainland over an hour ago, but he's only just come up."

"What the hell has he doing for the past hour?" demanded Gordon,  but Scott held up a hand for silence.

"Let me talk to him."

"Scott?"

John's voice was sharp in its urgency.

"Yeah?"

"You should know he's opened the first aid kit in his room."

Scott glanced across at Virgil, weighing up the necessity of having a more thorough attendance of whatever injuries Alan was keeping quiet. He shook his head.

"I'll go."

Virgil nodded his agreement, worrying eyes reading over the biometrics data.

"Seems minor. Good luck."

"Sing if you need us, run if he throws something," said Gordon cheerfully. He dodged, but still copped a cuff on the back of his head from Virgil.

"Hey!"

Scott rolled his eyes, leaving bickering brothers behind in pursuit of his youngest.

The knock on the door went unanswered and so Scott took a steadying breath. He waited momentarily, hoping Alan just needed a few minutes. But with no reply and the thought of the first aid kit fresh in his mind, Scott reached out to hit the override on the lock and then slipped inside.

The door swung quietly shut behind him.

Alan was lying on the dishevelled rug, one arm thrown carelessly over his eyes.

"Hey, Alan."

"Go away."

"What happened?"

"Nothing."

"Did you have a fight with your friends?"

"Shut up."

Alan sat up in a flash, blazing eyes glaring at him.

"Woah, okay then."

"They're morons anyway."

His hands curled into fists at his side and Scott raised an eyebrow at the clumsy gauze wrapped around the right palm.

"What happened here?"

Alan didn't look at him, pulling away quickly but Scott was faster.

Carefully, he tugged the prone hand towards him and began to unwrap the bandages.

The skin was red and swollen, but Scott's eye was more drawn to the deep blues and purples blooming across his knuckles.

He sucked in a deep breath at the sight, recognising the damage. He'd done it too much not to, seen red before covering himself black and blue with regret.

He'd spent years harnessing that fury when it was so easy to unleash it, never wanted his youngest brother to know what it was like to break friendships in the blink of an eye, blinded by stupid, stupid rage.

Alan's fingers twitched under his and he hissed lightly when Scott slowly began to test their range of motion.

"You need a first aid refresher."

Alan swallowed.

"Anything else?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"I dunno. How's the other guy look?"

Scott felt the old, familiar flame of anger flickering in his gut at the words but he doused it without comment.

"Why'd you punch him?"

"It doesn't matter, does it? Not to you."

"It matters," said Scott firmly.

"Just get it over with already," yelled Alan, ripping his hand from Scott's. "I already know how it looks, I know you're mad. Just ground me or yell at me or... or take away my gaming privileges."

"Come with me."

The was no room for argument in his voice, but still Alan resisted.

"I don't want to see Virgil."

"Why not?"

"He'll just be disappointed."

"Well, shouldn't he be?"

Alan scowled.

"Why should he be? It's not like you don't go around punching people, he never says anything about that."

"Oh yes he did," muttered Scott. "I'm not taking you to see Virgil anyway, I know how to look after broken fingers."

"They're not broken."

Scott only snorted.

"You think you get that much bruising from a punch? You can hardly move that hand. I don't need to ground you for this stupidity, you did it to yourself."

Alan followed Scott sulkily into his room, cradling his hand as Scott dug into medical supplies he hadn't needed in years.

He'd never quite trusted himself to get rid of them, always reasoned that it was better to be prepared for his next blow-up than face the music of another disappointed brother. Pulling them out for Alan, he found being the disappointed brother was a damn sight worse. Because he really had no-one to blame but himself.

"There you go," he said at last. Alan automatically flexed his fingers, biting off a pained grunt as he did.

"I did say broken."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Go rest. I'll send Gordon up. Maybe tell him what's going on, if you don't want to talk to me."

The fight had all but seeped out of his brother, and Scott was tired. He didn't have the emotional capacity to scold his brother, wasn't even sure Alan needed it.

Alan turned without a word, hearing the dismissal in Scott's words.

He hovered at the threshold, glancing back and as Scott watched, a determined look grew over his expression and he raced back to give Scott a hug.

"I'm sorry, Scott."

Scott wrapped his brother into his arms, relief pounding through his veins that this was one relationship he hadn't somehow screwed up. That despite his temper and all the mistakes that followed, he still had Alan, still had his entire family sticking by his side. He didn't know where he'd be without that forgiveness and he knew all too well that what Alan needed wasn't necessarily what he deserved.

"We'll stand by you Alan," he said gruffly into his brother's shoulder. "I won't let you learn this alone, don't worry."

A sigh of relief ghosted over his skin and he knew without looking that Alan was going to be okay.

Because he was too.

[bts-babyjoonie]

Potion Witch- Namkook AU CH 2

Paring: Namjoon x Jungkook

Tags: Witch Jungkook, Witch Namjoon, fluff, clumsy Namjoon, eventual smut, slow burn, Namkook in love.

Word Count: 2,620

Summary:  Namjoon is a potion making witch. He's also very clumsy and prone to making mistakes. Probably not the best thing when your job is to handle delicate substances. Every two weeks Namjoon goes into town with a wagon full of his potions. He delivers them to his buddy and closest business partner Jungkook. Lately, Jungkook has been having trouble falling asleep so he turns to Namjoon to make him a sleep remedy. Of course, Namjoon agrees and makes it for him, but he accidentally mixes up the potions and gives Jungkook the wrong one. The next thing he knew, Jungkook was a bunny. 

He’s done it now hasn't he….

“Oh god what do we do”, Namjoon gasped.

Jungkook was small- too small. His dark ears looked soft to the touch and the fluff on his chest was puffed out. His black eyes sparkled in the light.

“Jungkook you’re so cute!”, Namjoon squealed.

The adorable facade faded as soon as Jungkook opened his mouth to speak.

“Well, you know what’s not cute? This mess you got me in. What the hell are you going to do Namjoon?!”

He couldn’t take Jungkook seriously like this. He was a freaking rabbit for god's sake! The adorable high-pitched voice didn’t help either.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

“Okay don’t worry, I’m going to take you home with me and we’ll try and find a potion that can turn you back into a human.”

Namjoon assumed Jungkook understood by the silence he gave. His tiny eyelids began to droop. As if he were to fall asleep.

“I’m going to pick you up now okay?”

“Okay”, said the small voice.

In Jungkook's eyes, Namjoon looked humongous. Well, Namjoon was always taller than him but this time he was intimidatingly large. He gently wrapped his arms around the small bunny and scooped him into his arms like a baby. As he laid there, Jungkook suddenly felt very sleepy. Namjoon’s arms were thick and warm, and despite his earlier fear, he felt safe.

Namjoon could tell that the bunny was tired. The transformation from a big to small body must’ve taken a great amount of energy from him. It was best to bring him home quickly so he could rest.

“Are you sleepy?” Namjoon softly whispered. Jungkook replied with a heavy-lidded blink. It felt like his heart was going to explode at how cute he was.  Namjoon took the end of his cloak and wrapped it around Jungkook’s small body making a sling for him to sleep. He then grabbed the other end and made a knot securing the bunny.

“I guess we better get going”, Namjoon sighed.

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The trip back to his house went fine. Jungkook was asleep the entire time. Even when namjoon opened the creaky wooden door to his house, he stayed asleep. Inside it was cold and dark. Namjoon snapped his fingers and suddenly the candles were lit, brightening up the dark room. He set the small bunny down onto the living room couch and covered him with a red blanket. The house lacked warmth so he made sure to lite the fireplace as well.

Namjoon went over to the kitchen and grabbed the unreasonably thick spellbook he kept on the shelf. He plopped it down on the counter and started flipping the pages in hopes of finding a solution. After about 15 minutes, he finally stumbled upon a potion that might be able to help Jungkook out. It seemed he had all the ingredients except for the Nightshade. Normally this wouldn’t have been a problem except for the fact that nightshade was extremely hard to come across.

“Shit’’, Namjoon hissed.

The only person he thought might have it was the Elder witch. But reaching him would surely be a perilous journey. It seemed he had no choice though. Owning up to his mistake was something he had to do.

But Namjoon had an idea. Perhaps not a bright one but it was an idea alright.

Deathbell had similar properties to Nightshade, and Namjoon happened to have some stored away. Perhaps it could give off similar effects? He was naturally curious and wanted to experiment with this possibility. Excitedly, he poured water into the cauldron and grabbed the ingredients he needed off the shelves. While he waited for the water to boil he found himself zoning out while staring at the tiny bottle of dried Deathbell flowers.

”It’ll be alright won’t it?” he thought to himself.

“Well, I can only hope for the best now. Let’s get to work!”, Namjoon exclaimed.

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Jungkook was slowly opening his eyes but they went wide as he began to panic. His heart almost jumped out of his chest; he had forgotten why the world was so... big.

“Right, Joon got me into this mess…”, he thought to himself.

He couldn’t stay mad at Namjoon though. Jungkook saw him as endearing. Even his clumsiness made his heart pitter-patter. Deep down he worried he’d stay like this forever. He would have to close the shop down but most importantly he wouldn’t get the chance to tell Namjoon how he felt about him. Not that he couldn’t- but a human and a rabbit wouldn’t exactly work…

Jungkook’s small nosed quivered as he sniffed the air. It smelled good. What was Joon making? The scent was pleasant, it was making Jungkook hungry. The bunny shook the red blanket off of his body and clumsily hopped down onto the wooden floor. Once he hopped his way around the couch he immediately saw Namjoon in the kitchen. He had a black apron on which hugged his figure rather nicely. His hair was pushed back and his skin was glowing with sweat. Most importantly he was HUGE.

Namjoon was in the middle of stirring the potion when he spotted the black bunny on the living room floor. He gently placed the ladle down on a cloth and began to walk over towards Jungkook. His little heart was pounding with every thundering step Namjoon took towards him. He smiled down at the bunny and then picked him up.

“Hey Jungkook, I think I found a solution to your problem”, he hummed.

“O-oh really? T-that’s great”, Jungkook stuttered. He was so close to Namjoon, he could feel his warmth radiating into his small body. It made his heart beat faster than he thought his tiny body could handle.

“Are you okay Kookie?”.

Oh, how he loved being called that.

Namjoon noticed the bunny wasn’t saying anything so he set him down onto the kitchen counter. “You were out for a good while. About four hours? Luckily the potion is almost ready”. That was good news in Jungkook's eyes. The sooner he can get out of this mess the sooner he can go back to his shop and daydream about Namjoons visits. He’d get around to confessing eventually.

“Are you hungry?”, Namjoon asked.

“Yes actually”, He replied shyly. Jungkook hadn’t realized how famished he actually was. He could eat an entire field of grass right about now.

Wait grass?

Namjoon grinned and made his way over  to the basket of fruits and vegetables he had lying on his countertops. He grabbed a carrot and a cucumber and brought them over to the cutting board. The bunny watched as namjoon took a sharp knife and attempted to cut the cucumber and carrots into manageable pieces. The end result was bits of uneven and jagged cut vegetables but they were small enough to eat.

“Cucumbers and carrots have never looked so appetizing before”, Jungkook gleamed.

“Yeah, well I supposed that was what a bunny would enjoy eating”, Namjoon chuckled.

“Please, help yourself”.

Jungkook didn’t need to be told twice. He started going at the vegetables, loudly chewy on the crunchy bits of carrot. The cucumbers felt cool and refreshing against his tongue. True bliss.

Namjoon watched the bunny as he crunched desperately on the vegetables. It was adorable how his cheeks would scrunch up and down as he chewed. He was almost starting to wish he could keep Jungkook like this forever.

“He would finally be mine”, he whispered softly to himself.

“Who would be yours?” Jungkook squeaked.

Namjoon’s face lit up red as he stumbled over his words. “O-oh I f-forgot you could hear s-so well!” Jungkook‘s ears stood up in question. “Don’t worry about it bun bun, I was just murmuring some nonsense”.

“Bun bun?”, Jungkook gasped dramatically. As if he was truly offended.

Namjoon chuckled loudly. “I thought It was a fitting name!” Jungkook stuck his nose up in the air pretending to be offended. He actually liked the nick-name. He just didn’t want Namjoon to know that.

Next to Namjoon was the cauldron that was now beginning to bubble over. A purple foam like substance rising to the top.

“H-hey Joon i think the potion you’re brewing is going to spill over”. Namjoon immediately snapped his head over to the cauldron. He saw the liquid getting ready to pour over and quickly turned the heat down.

“Haha, well I guess the potion is done!”, Namjoon smiled embarrassedly.

He dipped the ladle into the cauldron and scooped up some of the potion up. Then he poured it into a small glass container that sat in cold ice water.

“Let’s wait for it to cool down before you try it okay?” Jungkook hummed in agreement.

“Oh by the way, before I can give you this cure I need to let you know something.”

What is it? Jungkook asked.

“Well, I didn’t exactly have all the right ingredients to make this. There’s a flower I need but it is very hard to come by-“

“So you didn’t add it in, I'm assuming” Jungkook interrupted.

“Yes but also no… I used a flower called Deathbell. Its properties are almost exactly the same, the only difference is their appearance. I used it as a substitute in hopes that the effect will still be the same. It’s understandable if you don’t want to take a chance but in order to get the Nightshade flower, I'll have to travel to a far place. I may not even be able to get my hands on it. Which of course, means the shop is going to be closed forever and you’ll be.... Well you know.”

Jungkook contemplated in silence. Of course he wanted to be human again but what if it went wrong. And if he didnt take the chance, he could stay this way forever. He felt his mind turning to mush, unable to think of what choice he should make.

“You know kookie, if you do decide to try the potion, there's nothing in it that would make your situation worse. The only bad thing that could happen is well-  nothing at all!” Namjoon said enthusiastically.

He was right. It was better to take the chance of potentially being cured rather than having Namjoon travel across the country in an attempt to find a flower that might not even be there.

“Okay I’ve decided to go through with it”, Jungkook said confidently.

“Wonderful”, Namjoon grinned.

He grabbed the small bunny and placed him on the floor. Then he took the tiny potion bottle out of the bowl of water and brought a spoon up to the opening. The purple liquid poured onto the spoon until there was nothing left in the bottle. Namjoon carefully got onto his knees right in front of Jungkook and presented the spoon to his face.

“Try your best to drink it all up okay?”

Jungkook nodded.

He began to lick at the spoon. Trying his best to get everything into his mouth. Soon the spoon was spotless. Not a single drop left. The boys sat in silence, waiting for something to happen, but nothing did.

“I don't think it worked Joon”, Jungkook sighed.

“I suppose not”, Namjoon frowned.

They both were quiet for a moment until Namjoon broke the ice.

“I’ll start packing tomorrow morning so we can leave by mid-day. Hopefully the Elder Witch will be kind enough to help us out. And Jungkook, you're going to have to come with me. I can’t leave you alone in this form. It’s too dangerous”.

“I agree”, Jungkook squeaked as he looked around the gigantic room.

“Well it’s pretty late already, we should probably go to bed”, Namjoon said.

Jungkook agreed. “I am still a little tired. A full night’s rest would do me no harm. Maybe it would even stop my head from racing and my heart from beating so fast”.

Namjoon frowned, saddened by how his friend was put in this situation because of him.

“Alright let’s go to my room then”, he said.

“Y-your r-room?”, jungkook spluttered.

“Of course, I’m not going to let you sleep out here by yourself, so come with me”, he said softly. Namjoon stretched out his arms until his fingertips were at Jungkook's paws. The bunny hesitantly hopped onto his palms and was then lifted up into Namjoon’s strong arms.

Namjoon walked to his bedroom and opened the door with one arm, holding on to Jungkook with the other. The bunny began sniffing the air as soon as they were inside. His little nose twitched as he breathed in Namjoon’s scent. The entire house smelled like him but this room had the strongest scent.

He set the small bunny onto the fluffy bedsheets and walked over to his wooden wardrobe to grab a pair of pajamas. “I’ll be back Kookie. I need to shower first. Uh- I don’t suppose you would want to shower right now would you?” Jungkook shook his head furiously.

“Right, I thought so”, he chuckled.

Namjoon left the room and now it was only the small bunny. His dark eyes peered around his surroidnings. The bedroom was nicely decorated and it fit Namjoon’s personality well. There were multiple plants sitting on his window sill and in the corner of the room was his desk. On it was an opened jar of black ink with a feather pen laying beside it. All of his furniture was made out of light wood including the bed frame. The bedsheets were completely white and soft to the touch. Jungkook couldn’t help but roll in them.

A few moments had passed and Jungkook was beginning to drift into sleep. Suddenly he could hear footsteps down the hallway and soon after the door opened. Jungkook immediately stood awake. Standing at the door frame was the tall and handsome Kim Namjoon with his soaked blonde hair and plaid red pajamas.

Jungkook gulped nervously. If he were human at this moment, the blush on his face would surely be visible. Namjoon ruffled his hair with the towel he had on hand then spoke.“Sorry to wake you up, bun.”

“N-no, it's okay. I wasn’t fully asleep yet” Jungkook said, his voice soudnign higher than it already was.

Namjoon smiled and his half moon eye made an appearance. “You are so cute like this Kookie!” Jungkook giggled, he was happy to make Joon smile after such a long and stressful day.

Namjoon walked over to the right side of his bed and lifted the sheet. He made himself comfortable then motioned his hand to make the bunny come over. Jungkook’s body began to move on its own until he was right next to Namjoons face.

Jungkook huffed. “It’s unfair you can use your magic while I can’t!”

“I know I know, I'm sorry.” Namjoon looked jungkook in the eye. “I promise i'll do everything I can to turn you back into a human.” Jungkook could tell he was being sincere. He realized just how bad he probably felt about his mistake. It wasn’t a complete bummer though, at least he got to sleep next to his favorite person tonight.

Namjoon snapped his fingers and the light on his nightstand went out. The boys closed their eyes and soon enough they drifted away into a warm and deep sleep.

The morning quickly arrived and light filtered through the white sheer curtains hanging on the window. Namjoon’s eyes fluttered open and the first thing he saw was a naked Jungkook soudnly sleeping next to him.

A/N Yeah I used flowers from Skyrim what of it.

And im sorry if there are some mistakes I only proofread it once; I’m lazy.

Also, if you have any constructive criticism you’d like to share with me, please do. I am always seeking improvement.

[colemacgrathtkz]

Buying time

Previously. Next

Fair warning: This one is long.

A few days after her return, Noceda made her way into the Blight manor. She hadn't seen anyone else from the "good old days".

Today, Amity should be finished moving back into her old room. Now that the "empress" had returned, Luz needed a place to stay.

The Owl house didn't seem like it would be accepting new tenants. Amity said she could stay at the "New Coven" HQ. Belos's former castle might as well be put to good use.

Stepping through the front door, she expected to be greeted by either stuffy parents or mischievous siblings. Neither seemed to be home. Just a familiar face waiting to report her news.

Luz: "Good afternoon, my lovely gf! I'm ready for my homecoming party!"

Amity: "I've already updated Willow and Augustus. They should be ready to speak with you after some time."

Luz(folding her arms): "Why so formal, Blight? Is it the house? Maybe we should get our own-".

Amity: "Everyone's going to need time to take all this in, even me. But what about you? Any trouble moving back into your old castle?"

Luz (sarcastically): " You mean Belos's hand-me-downs? You know, after I killed him. Not so bad once you get passed the stares and constant reminders of who I was."

Amity: "Sorry."

Wait, why was she apologizing?

Luz nonchalantly shrugged.

Luz: "Meh, there was vacancy."

Speaking of vacancy, even for a big house, this was unusually quiet.

Luz( jokingly): "So, when's the party? I want to see everyone. Where are they?"

Amity: "That's going to have to wait. My family's already on their way to a conference. We'll be gone for four days."

Luz: "Sounds like high class stuff. Perfect for a romantic getaway, like in the movies. Ok, I'm in!"

Amity: "You can't come."

Luz( pouting): "Huh, why not? I was technically at the top of this food chain. What could possibly stop this empress from returning to high class society?"

Amity: "Me. Remember, everyone was afraid of you. You're supposed to be a secret. Everyone at HQ has orders not to mention you being back."

Sticking her hands in her pockets, the sulking latina turned to leave.

Luz: "Fine! I'll just hang out with Willow and Gus."

Amity: "Those two are busy. Willow has official coven business. Augustus works with his father. They can't drop everything just because you're back."

Stopping mid step, she glanced back to hear about the others.

Luz: "Eda? King?"

Amity dodged her gaze.

Amity: "We haven't been able to reach them. They left Bonesborough to cure the curse... with Lilth."

For a brief moment, red flickered in Luz's eyes. Unfortunately, Amity caught glimpse of that. She made her way to the staircase.

Amity: "Enjoy the alone time."

Being left alone wasn't a fun thought.

Luz: "Hold on, you sure there's no way I could tag along?"

Amity: "Not without some assurances."

Luz: "Like a certain glowing circle floating in midair?"

Got her...

Amity: "The everlasting oath will only work if we're both on board with this. If you're willing to promise give up your magic, it could work. Just for four days, ok? I want to breathe easy. "

Luz: "Ok, but on one condition. We don't tell anyone else about this. There's probably a line of witches who want to take a shot at me."

A purple halo was spawned before them. Amity held her hand out, ready to begin. But just as Luz held out hers, it crackled. A burst of red in its hue, it zapped both their wrists before dissolving. The slight scorch marks seemed to send a clear message.

Amity( disappointed): "I knew this wouldn't work."

Luz: "Hang on, one more time. Close your eyes."

If you looked up "suspicious" in the dictionary, you'd see this moment.

Amity's narrowed eyes tried to read Luz's intentions. The suspect raised her right hand and put the other one on her chest.

Luz: "No tricks, I swear."

Complying with her request, Amity didn't peek.

Luz's eyes darted for the closest reflective object. Settling on a mirror, she knew who else was staring back.

Luz( mouthing the words): "Come on, help me out here."

Trying once more, two hands joined together without fail.

Luz: "See? No sweat. Now, when do we leave?"

Amity: "Tonight, I'm almost done packing. But there's something else I've got to say. My family's arranged for all of us to have our own rooms, for privacy. So..."

Amity brought a hand to Luz's face, smiling.

Amity( patting Luz's cheek): "Good luck finding a last minute vacancy."

And with that, a slack jawed girl was left to wait at the door.

Luz: "Fine, I don't need magic. I've got a dangerous rep!"

[The morning after Luz's return, at New Coven HQ]

Gus: "We've got to drop everything and deal with this!"

Amity: "No, we need to focus. How did she even get here?"

Willow(sarcastically): "Maybe you can find the answer at your next book club meeting? Spoiler alert! Luz's pages ahead of us."

Gus has been working with his father. Though, keeping his finger on the town's pulse was definitely a useful thing. From hearing rumors to reading reports, Gus was the group's ears.

He'd barged into Amity's briefing. Reports of crystal balls disappearing overnight. That definitely seemed like New Coven business.

Of course, it seemed like a good time to inform them of last night's visitor.

Gus: "This can't a coincidence. First, she shows up. Then, robberies happen all over town, overnight! What next? The town gets knee deep in a potion flood?"

Willow: "That doesn't sound that bad, all things considered."

Gus(hysterical): "Oh, sure! Why don't we just ask our former dictator? Hey, Luz, how bad are things going to get?"

They took the news about as well as could be expected.

Gus: "We can't just ask her. She'd probably get scary and wipe out the town."

Willow( putting a hand on Gus's shoulder): " Come on, Gus, this is Luz we're talking about. She's got a big imagination. She'd probably come up with something way worse."

Ok, that's enough panicking.

Amity: "She's not going to wipe out Bonesborough... today. Look, right now we've got questions that need answers. And each of us still have jobs to do. Augustus, I want you to keep up to date on the investigations. Willow, I need you to go to the tree. The portal's gone, but there might be something left behind. Anything that could give us a hint.

Get to it!"

This was normally the part where everyone's dismissed. But Willow waited to shut the door behind Gus.

Willow: "Now that he's gone, we need to clear the air."

Amity just sat down, resting her head on her arms.

Willow: "Do you know why I became your personal assistant?"

Amity(sheepish): "Because you're that nice of a witch and couldn't let me fall apart?"

Willow: "Luz meant alot to us. But she meant a whole lot to you. If anyone was going to get her back, it was you. You were the key to seeing her again. And I wanted to be there to see my friend again.

...

Guess I dropped the ball on that one, huh?"

These two might not be friends, but they had each other's backs.

Willow: "So, do you trust her?"

Amity: "I don't know."

Smirking, Willow wrapped one arm around Amity's shoulder.

Willow: "Well, maybe we can do something about that? See, while you were obviously crushing on her from afar..."

Amity(slightly blushing): " Obviously?!"

Willow(smug): " I was learning up close about schemes, plots, and ruses from a master of shenanigans."

Willow's confidence had improved.

Willow: "I've got a plan. If everything goes well, you might get everything you hoped for.

Twoo wuv's kiss saves Luz and both of you get a happy ending."

She took jabs at her new boss when she could. Payback for the years of bullying.

While Amity became beet red, Willow continued.

Willow(whispering): "Here's what you need to do..."

[Bonus]

The afternoon after the conference, at the Blight manor.

The "undercover" duo knocked at the Blight manor entrance.

The family should be back, by now.

They were met by the twins, Emira and Edric.

Willow: "We need to talk to Amity."

Emira: "She's sleeping."

Gus: "It's four in the afternoon."

Edric: "She didn't get a wink, last night."

A smiles appeared on Amity's siblings.

Edric: "Want to see why?"

Not even waiting for an answer, he brought up a scroll. The footage was ready to go.

Edric: "We had a ball to cap off the night."

Emira: "But Luz wanted to do something special."

There, on the screen, Luz stood in the spotlight. Holding the mic and a spanish guitar, she broadcasted for the dance hall.

Luz: "This one goes out to a special someone here tonight. It's called, 'You're in my heart'."

Amity could be seen hiding her face, as she tried to excuse herself.

Emira: "We told her, Amity left during her performance."

Edric: "So, she asked for our help in finding mitten's window."

Pulling up another recording, this one seemed to take place outside.

Luz: "I saw this in a movie, once."

As the shot panned out, the eyes of these two detectives nearly popped out at the screen. What they saw could only be described as an army of Luz clones. The one up front, holding the guitar, began to play. The rest of them sang behind her.

Luz army(echoing): "Love of my life, you've hurt me.

You've broken my heart, and now you leave me."

The Blight twins collapsed from laughter.

The two guests looked at each other.

Gus(confused): "Are we... sure that's not the real Luz?"

Willow: "I thought Luz wasn't supposed to do magic?"

Edric(astounded): "That's why she asked for our help!"

Emira: "I just thought she was trying to get in good with her future in laws. Those powers glyphs weren't a bad start."

Before Willow could ask about that, Gus had his own question.

Gus: "When did you even learn this song?"

Blight twins(in unison): "Last night."

Willow: "No one tried to stop her during any of this?"

Emira: "People were too sacred they'd set her off. I mean, even we had trouble believing she wasn't going to start... you know."

Edric: "That is, until she wanted to pull something over on Amity. And really, who are we to try and stop her from redeeming herself?"

Emira: "Yeah, shame she made Luz walk home."

Slowly, Willow pieced together a realization.

Willow: "Time's not up yet and she's walking back alone.

Wait, did you post this on Penstagram?!"

Author's note:

Admittedly, the bonus was inspired by this moment in the show

and a song on the radio.