a girl worth fighting for

Xinyi slid beside them without their notice. They were too distracted by the flower arrangements in front of them. He didn’t usually make a point to attend these town events, since they hardly made for good business. But there were currently some very enthusiastic potheads behind a bush that begged to differ. “Boo.”

Millie jumped, startled. Fingers that had been delicately touching a cherry blossom now encircled the soft pink flower, ripping it from its branch as she jolted. She’d been too engrossed to notice Xinyi coming until it was too late. Millie looked at the crumpled petals in her hand and felt herself fill with anger. She glared at Xinyi.

Millie sat cross-legged on the floor. She had no less than eight books scattered around her, all opened with messy notes scribbled in the margins. She held a pencil in her mouth lengthwise as she tried to keep her laptop balanced on her knee as she reached for one of the further away tomes. Then, finally, as she sat with her small body stretched as far as it could go, she noticed something. 

“Oh,” she said, blinking. She didn’t even bother straightening up. “When did you...? How long have you been there?”

It wasn’t unusual for Minnie to end up in her dorm. They’d been practically attached at the hip since they were playing in sandboxes. Still, it was usually hard to miss him. She hadn’t been that engrossed in her final paper research, had she?

     it’s almost comical, watching millie’s facial expressions flicker from curiosity to shock as the couple next to her pays no mind–far too interested in each other than his girlfriend’s presence beside them. a slow smile creeps across his lips, one shang hides behind a large palm as he approaches. 

     cute. she’s always so damn cute. sometimes he doesn’t even know what to do with himself. 

      ❝ it’s just me, mills. ❞ reaching out to steady her, shang makes sure both feet are on the ground before he runs his hands down her arms soothingly. a low, timbre of a chuckle slips past his lips as he looks down at her, eyebrow perking with a tease. ❝ i had a feeling you might’ve been hiding away. sorry i didn’t find you sooner or you wouldn’t have to… ❞ he clears his throat, eyes going a little wide as he nods his head towards the couple. they still haven’t payed them any mind. ❝ deal with that. ❞

Millie flushes, bright red. She’s happy it’s Shang she bumped into and not anyone else. Really, she is. In a moment, she’ll be glad for his friendly face and comforting touch. But, she’s not quite there yet. Millie must first battle through the mountain of embarrassment. Even now, she still so often feels like a fool around him. Like, she’s not sure how she lucked out and at any given moment, Shang will realize his mistake and walk away, taking Minnie with him.

And, well, there is something else. An unfamiliar tension brought on by seeing Shang so soon after the couple and their.... activities.  It will leave a pink blush tint on her ears and neck for a long time afterward.

“It’s fine! I’m fine!” Millie says, not at all sounding fine. Millie looks up at Shang, big eyes and pleading. “Let’s just, um-please can we go?”

Send 🍺 to see if my muse would take your muse to the back alley of the Stinky Pete.

Oh my goodness, no! Millie would turn bright red at the suggestion. Definitely not confident enough for that. And like, honestly, Minnie and Shang own her whole heart and soul, so like that would be a big issue too.

A couple that seemed very enamored with each other suddenly had themselves pressed up against the wall right next to Millie. She stared a moment, shocked, before slowly backing away. But still, Millie couldn’t keep her eyes off the couple (were they trying to eat each other??). She didn’t pay attention to where she was going until she walked back into another person. Millie whirled around. 

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!”

“… I’m having a baby.”

Send 🍪 to be (food)poisoned by my muse.

“Rosie, I don’t feel so-” Millie fought back the gagging sensation in her throat. “Are you sure you cooked it right?”

Send  ✨ to see what my muse thought of your muse in the old world.

Mulan didn’t neccisarrily agree with all of Meg’s choices, to be honest, but she knew better than most that sometimes you have to make sacrifices for the people you love. Plus, she thought Meg was just....a thousand times cooler than her. She wished she could have the kind of confidence Meg had.

@adversitybloom

“Sorry I’m late. I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather lately. Remind me to never to eat at that Thai place again,” she said. “Now, let me see that cute little water dragon of yours.”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out. Come on, live on the edge kitten. Give it a taste,” he said. “I promise it will be worth your wile.” As a show of solidarity, he raised his glass and took a swill from his own cup.

Millie didn’t trust Kit. She didn’t really have a good reason not to, apart from the feeling in her gut. Still, if he was drinking it... Millie took an experimental sip. “Huh. It’s better than I thought it’d be. I guess it wouldn’t kill me to drink it, right?”

“Not sure, but James gave it to me. Don’t worry, I will get something else,” she said. “You look lovely by the way. Yellow is such a good color on you.” Millie reminded her of sunshine and the dress reflected that. 

Millie glanced down at her dress. “Oh, um, thanks. I’m kinda super uncomfortable right now, but I guess it’s worth it?” She ran her hands down the front of her dress. “I dunno if you guessed but I’m not exactly a fancy party kind of person.”

“It’s Lavender Lemon Honey iced tea.” Reginald said, pouring himself a glass, “Made from real lavender.” He knocked it back and shivered happily, “Enjoying your night?”

Lobo took the glass from her hands. “Nothing you should be having.” Lobo pretended to think for a moment. “Unless you want to end up dancing on that table. I suppose then I could offer you a job,” he joked.

Millie looked between Lobo and the glass, eyes wide. “Uuh, n-no thanks. I’m good.” She took a healthy step backward. Millie wasn’t a prude, necessarily — people could do what they wanted, wearing as little or as much as they wanted — but that just wasn’t for her. “I’m, uh, good on the job front. Between classes and my internship...”