#It’s like Rose-Chan only cares about Mia

[tigresslanzhu]

Angry Tickles

Amelia: [shivers madly]

Ash: I see you had to succumb to Rosita’s angry tickles again.

Nooshy: “Angry tickles”?

Ash: When Rosita believes Mia has been losing too much weight, she’ll squeeze her sides for confirmation and then make her eat a huge lunch or something.

Amelia: Mum knows I can’t stand being touched!

Nooshy: Auntie Mia, you are making me jealous right now! Rosita never feeds any of us like that! Either take care of your body so I don’t have to feel that way or give me some of your dinner tonight!

Amelia Holmes is owned by @phoenix-the-mistfit-fire-bird

In my defense, this art that Phoenix made looks so much like Rose-Chan is pissed that she has to “tickle” Mia.

[okskz]

Flash.

Mia + Stray Kids.

mia and jisung are out and about when they fumble inside a pet shop only to leave with a new pet.

thanks anon for the request! I thought it was really cute. anyways, hope you guys enjoy this and send in some feedback because it is always appreciated! requests are still OPEN!

[10th Member of Stray Kids]

“Thanks for the food, Mia.” Jisung said as the two walked out of the restaurant.

Mia pulled her jacket closer once feeling a cold breeze pass by the two of them. She even got closer to Jisung to keep warm. “You’re welcome. It was nice being out the dorms.”

“Oh I know, especially with all these tight schedules we have. It was nice having some time to ourselves.”

Mia nodded her head as the two walked down the sidewalk.

“Is your ankle okay now?” Jisung asked.

“Uh, yeah. I mean, I get some pain eventually but overall I can finally put some pressure on it and don’t need to use those annoying crutches.”

Jisung let out a laugh. “You really did struggle with those.”

“I know.” Mia groaned.

The both of them continued to walk, that was until they were approaching a pet store that made Mia stop walking. “Lets go in here.” She said, pulling on Jisung’s arm.

“Why?” He asked but still let her drag him in.

“Just because.” Mia shrugged. “I wanna see the animals.”

The two entered the store, looking around and already seeing a whole bunch of animals in view. The first thing that caught Mia’s eyes were some puppies who were playing around in a circle crate.

“Jisung, look!” Mia exclaimed. “They’re so cute.”

Mia went ahead and picked one up. By the looks of it, the puppy was a poodle. She held it close as Jisung began to pet it. “It’s so fluffy.” Jisung chuckled.

“Puppies are great and all but with us being idols I don’t think it would be an easy task to take care of.”

“Yeah.” Jisung replied, still petting the puppy. “It is a big responsibility.”

“You’re right.” Mia sighed. “But I really want a pet.” She placed the puppy back into the crate with the rest of the puppies and began to walk around to look at the other animals.

There was one section in the pet store that caught her eye and she quickly made her way towards it, Jisung following her right after.

“What about a guinea pig?” Mia smiled, looking at them through their window.

“Wait, Mia. Are you really considering on getting a pet?”

“Yes.” She nodded. “Like I said, I really want a pet and I think a guinea pig would be nice.”

“They are pretty cute too.” Jisung said as he looked at the small animals in awe.

Mia walked down the aisle, looking at every single guinea pig. If she was going to get one, she wanted to pick the right one. She stopped herself as she saw one guinea pig that caught her eye.

“Jisungie!” She gasped. “This one! We’re getting this one!”

Jisung rushed over to where Mia was, seeing the guinea pig she was looking. It was a super fluffy one that was brown and white. And on the top of it’s head, it’s white spot looked almost like a lightning strike.

“Well then let’s get him.”

***

The two members walked out the pet store a few minutes after. Jisung holding their new pet’s cage plus a couple of necessities they needed for their guinea pig. While Mia was happily holding the box that had their new friend.

“You don’t think Chan’s gonna get like, mad?” Jisung asked with concern.

Mia snorted. “Nonsense, plus if he’s against it then we’ll just convince him.”

They were getting closer to the building, Mia getting anxious to finally arrive home so she can set up everything for their new pet. Mia had agreed with Jisung that it wasn’t just going to be her pet but Jisung’s as well, so they were going to put his cage in the living room.

When they opened the door to their dorms, Mia had quickly noticed Chan in the living room. She looked back at Jisung, placing her finger on her lips. He got the signal and Mia gave him her box after he set the cage down and walked to the kitchen with the guinea pig.

“I’ll talk to him.” Mia whispered, giggling.

She walked in the living room, sitting closely to Chan where he was sitting at the couch. “Hi, Channie.”

He smiled, wrapping an arm around her to bring her closer as he leaned back on the couch. “What’s up?” He asked, continuing to watch tv.

Mia bit her lip as she rest a hand on his chest. She looked up at him at the same time he looked down at her. “Do you know I love you so much?”

Chan’s face dropped, taking his arm off of Mia then sat up straight on the couch. “What did you do? Or better yet, what do you want?”

“Can’t I tell my most favorite leader how much I love him?” Mia placed her hands on her hips as she furrowed her eyebrows.

From afar she could see Jisung looking at the two, laughing at what was happening.

“Unless you want something.”

“Ok well-“

“See.”

Mia let out a laugh, playfully slapping Chan’s chest. “So Jisung and I may or may not have gotten something today.” She said slowly.

Chan looked over at the kitchen staring at Jisung. The younger boy smiled at Chan. “Just so you know if you get mad at this it was all Mia’s idea and I had nothing to do with this.”

“Wow, thanks bro.” Mia rolled her eyes.

Chan payed his attention back at Mia. “Well what is it?”

“We got a new pet.” Mia gave Chan a cheesing smile.

“A pet?” He repeated. Mia nodded her head. “Don’t you think that’s a big responsibility?”

“I mean yeah.” Mia said. “But you have a pet and Hyunjin does too, and also Minho.”

“Ok but do you see those pets running around here?”

Mia bit her lip, looking around the dorms. She stared back at Chan, shaking her head no.

“But I promise you! We’ll take good care of it.” Mia got up from the couch and walked over to where Jisung was. She took their guinea pig from out the box and held him carefully in her hands. Before she went back to Chan she slightly hid him in her jacket.

“What type of pet is it anyways?” Chan stood up, getting closer to Mia as she walked back to him.

Mia rose up the guinea pig in her hands for Chan to finally see.

“We got a guinea pig!” She exclaimed. “Isn’t he so cute? His name is Flash.”

Chan’s eyes went wide. “Oh my god.” He gently grabbed him from Mia, bringing him close to his chest. “Out of all pets why this one?”

Mia shrugged her shoulders. “We were thinking a puppy first but that might of been hard to have around here so I thought maybe a guinea pig could be easier.”

Jisung came up and stood next to Mia. “So can we keep him?” He asked.

“I don’t think I have an option to say no. You guys already went ahead and got him.” Chan snorted.

“But I wouldn’t mind having this little guy around.” He said, petting Flash some more. “Cute.”

“Woo, that’s great! Now can I have him back?” Mia tried to grab Flash back but Chan turned the other way.

“No I wanna continue holding him.”

“Hey that’s our pet!” Jisung shouted, trying to grab Flash as well.

Chan blocked them, still having a hold of Flash as all of them began to laugh.

Soon after Minho walked into the living room, wanting to see what was going on. All three members stared at him and the first thing Minho noticed was the little animal Chan was holding.

“Oh my god, a rat!”

[tonyspep]

we made these memories for ourselves

a/n: soooooooooo thanks to the wonderful rocketrhap4229 i decided to combine my latest fic ideas into one. originally i was going to do richard as a dad and then one where he and his bride runaway from their big fancy wedding like jim and pam did in season six of the office in episodes niagra part one and two. instead, i put both ideas together and here we are. for the “you” aka mia i imagined gemma chan who's going to be in the eternals with richard this fall.

~*~we made these memories for ourselves~*~

pairing: richard madden/you

summary: when you're overwhelmed by planning your wedding, richard has the brilliant idea of whisking you away and creating memories just the two of you and your daughters

rating: t

As the date to your wedding drew closer and closer, you found yourself running more and more ragged. You were seriously regretting not listening to Rose who had kindly offered the services of the wedding planner she and Kit had used. It's not that you weren't adverse to taking advantage of what Richard's celebrity had to offer, you loved getting pampered and dolled up before his premieres and such, but this was your wedding.

And while you (obviously) had no experience planning a wedding, you were determined to do it yourself.

You didn't want some stranger – as impolite as that may sound – handling the most important day of your life with Richard. You wanted everything to be perfect, but you didn't realize how much work went into making sure everything was perfect. From seating charts to choosing the church to handling the fittings not just for your dress and your daughters flower girl dresses but for your bride's maids and his groomsmen and the tasting for the food and cake, you didn't know how you found a moment to breathe, and things were only getting more hectic as the day drew closer.

“Hey,” There was Richard's familiar brogue in your ear while you sat at your vanity and as his fingers slid through the grooves of yours, pulling you to your feet, you clung to him like you had during those first frantic months Millie had been born and you were so afraid you were a horrible mother because you could not get her to sleep.

You couldn't stop the floodgates; the stress of it all finally catching up with you and your whole body shook in the strength of his arms, tears spilling from your eyes as you struggled to catch your breath.

“I'm sorry,” You murmured, pulling away as you furiously rubbed at your eyes, willing the tears to stop.

You hated yourself for crying over something as trivial as wedding planning, no matter how important it actually was. You reminded yourself how blessed you were to have the life you did and that you shouldn't have been crying at all, despite everything that had been weighing you down these past few months.

Richard had done his best to help, but the fact that Marvel was even giving him time off from filming to give you the spring wedding you had always longed for, was more than most studios would have done so he was sometimes pulling doubles to get as much of his scene work done as he could.

“Talk to me,” His crystal blue eyes boring into yours and the genlte tone of his voice almost had you spiraling again, the familiar saline sting starting all over, but you steadied yourself. You felt your lip wobble slightly, another sob desperate to escape, but you shoved it down. “I'm fine,” You assured, waving your hand dismissively. “How many stories did it take before Bella finally went to sleep?”

You didn't want to talk about what was really bothering you, so you turned the subject to your youngest daughter. Though, your oldest Millie looked more like Richard, it was two year old Bella who had your husband wrapped around her finger. One tiny tremor of her bottom lip or pleading bat of her obscenely long lashes and he was a puddle, and it was much worse when he would return after being gone filming for long periods of time.

“Mia,” He's nearly pleading, his large hand cupping the sculpted plane of your cheek to keep you looking straight into his too-perfect-too-beautiful eyes, and you crumble because what else can you do?

“I didn't,” Unable to keep the floodgates at bay like you hoped you would be, and you begin to full on sob once more. “Think it would be this hard. I should have,” A few hiccups here and there, and you don't fight being pulled into the safety of his strong arms, your own winding around his neck so you can anchor yourself against his sturdy frame. “Listened to Rose,” A brief bout of laughter. “She was right, you know? I don't know why I thought I could do this. I've never planned anything except your surprise thirty first birthday and even then, your sisters did most of the work. I just didn't want some,” Several more hiccups escape as you try to regulate your breathing. “Stranger,” You sigh, fingers carding through the hair at the nape of his neck. “Planning the most important, the most special day of our lives. The girls already think you're Prince Charming and I'm supposed to be the beautiful Princess and it's just a mess.”

“Oh, darling,” A warm chuckle underneath his brogue as he shakes his head, fond smile you know so well curling at his plush lips. “Is that what all this fuss is about? Don't you know by now, Mia Elizabeth Wu, I'd marry you anywhere? If our little terrors weren't fast asleep, I'd marry you right now just as you are in this very becoming dressing gown,” His voice goes low as he slips his other hand, that's not holding your cheek, underneath the hem of your silk robe an indulgence from early on in your relationship before two beautiful little girls and diamond rings and future in-laws and such, when you would jet here and there and everywhere just because, packing nothing but bikinis and lacy teddies.

“And don't you know?” He continues, bending his head so it falls forward into the curve of your neck. His teeth nip at that spot where your shoulder meets your collarbone, his lips sooth the nip, taking care of your decolatage and it takes everything for you not to moan, he's always known just what to do to you. “You are the beautiful Princess. One more beautiful than I deserve. Tonight, I'll show you that you are.”

“Richard,” His name tumbling breathlessly off your lips. “But you must be quiet, lovely,” Husky and low against your lips. “If not, I'll have to take this tie off your dressing gown and bound these pretty little wrists and I quite like your hands all over me.”

It still amazed you after two children how he could leave you so thoroughly satisfied, that years later he was still able to leave you as breathless as ever and that even now he was discovering new ways to bring you to the brink and fall over the edge. You were a tangle of arms and legs, his fingers lingering along your spine before dipping past the dimple at your back to grab a handful of your right cheek, hiking your leg further up his hip and you laugh as he nips and bites at your lips before drawing them into a proper kiss.

It's soft and warm, everything you longed for as a little girl, his tongue leisurely melding with yours until your panting all over again.

“Better now?” His voice rough and deep, making a shudder roll through your practically boneless frame. “Better now,” You whisper back, your forehead resting against his. “Don't tell Rose,” You say as your eyes begin to close. “She was right. I'll never hear the end of it.”

“Your secret's safe with me,” He assures, chuckling before he presses a loving kiss to your forehead.

~*~*~*~

There are two things you don't have to plan and that makes you ever so grateful, your own Hen Night and Richard's Stag Night. You could feel a headache coming on, as you sipped at your customary cup of lavender tea the next morning, just from the thought of it. Though, you took comfort in knowing Alfie wasn't in charge of the planning and that Kit had taken the reigns, assuring you your fiancee` would be back to you in one piece.

Of course Emilia who had immediately bonded with your younger sister, Charlotte, had not made the same promise to Richard. You, briefly, shuddered from the thought of them along with Rose, Gwendolyn and your gaggle of girlfriends from your days at Grayford and then Cambridge all at your door forcing you into some garish sash and tiara while they kidnapped you – basically – with the intentions of taking you somewhere you didn't know. You hoped you would only end up at Emilia's or Rose's and the living room would just be decorated in hot pink crepe paper streamers while every bit of penis paraphanalia in London surrounded all of you.

But you doubted they would plan something so tame.

You laughed softly to yourself as you shook your head and took another sip of your tea.

You didn't want to look at your phone – who knows how many messages you had already – but your day would have to start soon enough, after all you didn't know when those loons would decide to kidnap you. Or when you would receive a text from Alfie that he and the boys were planning on whisking Richard away and not to put up a fight.

Just as you were about to turn and reach for your kettle, an exicted squeal of “Mama!” turned your attention to the kitchen's doorway and there was a very happy Bella squirming inside Richard's arms, her own chubby limbs stretching as she tried to reach for you. You returned her excited squeal with one of your own, “Bella!” which made her giggle as you did grabby hands before reaching her and Richard in three easy strides.

You bent forward to nuzzle your nose against hers and tickled her wonderfully round tummy before plucking her out of Richard's arms and into your own. “Mama,” Soft as her tiny hand moved around your face, squeezing your nose and you laughed, knowing she wanted to play.

“No Eskimo kiss for me, darling?” Richard doing his best to sound put out and you shook your head before leaning over to nuzzle noses with him as well.

Then came the sound of rushing feet, which meant a certain someone was about to come rushing at your legs, not wanting Bella to have all of the attention. You were prepared for the speeding blur that was your oldest daughter to come rushing at you, but you weren't prepared at all for what Millie was wearing. Your eyes went wide at the sight of her in her flower girl's dress, which made you look at Bella in your arms and you found her wearing her dress as well.

“Richard...” You started to say, but Millie's small voice interrupted you. “Daddy, how come Mama isn't dressed, too?”

“Dressed, too?” You asked, your eyes narrowing sharply in the direction of your fiancee`, your lips forming the familiar thin line they always did when you were struggling to show just how upset you were, a habit both you and your sister had inherited from your mother.

And in that moment, you realized Richard was standing in your kitchen wearing the white tuxedo you requested him to wear for the wedding. It was identical to the one he had worn at Cannes for the Rocketman premiere, the one you very much adored. Though, he could tell you were upset and confused, he still approached you with that so hard to resist and ever so charming smile on his plush lips. He reached for your hand, careful not to jostle Bella who was still nestled in the crook of your arm and brought your knuckles to his lips just like he had when he introduced himself to you at the Dolce and Gabana show all those years before.

Like always you couldn't help but shudder. Bella may have had him wrapped around her finger, but you had been wrapped around his the moment you met.

“Say yes to running away with me,” He murmured huskily into your ear, his teeth briefly tugging at your earlobe before he soothed the bite with his lips, then he trailed them down the elegant curve of your neck, taking special care of that spot he knew so well. “To being the beautiful Princess Millie and Bella know you are.”

“Are you...” You couldn't form the words, your voice trailing away as you felt tears spring to your eyes. “Rich....”

“Shhh,” He pressed his thumb to your lips, halting your inevitable protest. “We can still have the wedding everyone expects. Nothing will change, except we'll have this, something that's just for ourselves and the girls.”

The romantic in you couldn't help but swoon. You had never imagined yourself as the type to run away and get married, you were more like the Monica Gellar type who had been obsessing over your wedding since your were a little girl. You bit down on your lip, twisting the flesh between your teeth and then there was Bella's voice in your ear, “Mama wear dress, too?”

The hopeful look in her warm brown eyes made you melt. A soft hiccup escaped your trembling lips as you nodded shakily, taking in an unsteady breath as you pressed a kiss to her soft dark hair and whispered, “Yeah, Mama's going to wear a dress, too. Yes, she is.”

“Mia...” Now Richard's tone was shaky, his crystalline eyes just as hopeful as Bella's had been. “Yes,” You assured, your voice louder than before. “Yes, Richard Madden I'll runaway with you.”

Even with Bella in your arms, the two of you shared a heady kiss, your head spinning when he finally pulled away after briefly letting your tongues tangle. He easily took Bella from your arms, throwing her up in the air and then catching her easily as she howled with laughter. Millie rushed toward the pair, not wanting to be left out and you shot your fiancee` a withering glare over your shoulder before you retreated back to your room, silently warning him not to ruin the girls' dresses. They would still need them for the wedding you had been slaving away for as well.

~*~*~*~

Briefly, you panicked about what you would wear. Your dress – unlike the girls' dresses wasn't here – you still had at least two more fittings to go through to ensure it was absolutely perfect. Then you remembered how you had requested Richard wear the white tux and as if he was behind you, your senses assaulted by his heady scent of verbena and musk, you remembered him going into your side of the closet and pulling out his own request. It was the dress you had worn on your very first date, a simple silk charmeuse slip dress in a deep green by Dior that the fashion house dubbed as holly.

He confessed– after you had been together for months – he had seen you wear the dress on the runway for the famed French fashion house and thought you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He had been too nervous to talk to you then, only introducing himself to you at the Dolce show because his friends had given him such a roe about it. You had found him handsome, of course, but more so he was utterly endearing; fumbling and wringing his hands and biting his lip.

yes, you thought, soft smile blooming across your lips, this is the one.

~*~*~*~

i'm speechless

staring at you standing there in that dress

what it's doing to me ain't a secret

cause watching you is all that i can do

“speechless” - dan + shay

Keeping a four year old and a two year old from ruining their beautiful dresses was easier said than done. Especially his squirmy little monkey Bella. Mille had, more or less, settled down happily munching on her favorite snack of butter cookies and strawberry jam that managed to only cover her cherubic face and thankfully nothing else. Richard had been just about ready to surrender and take Bella back upstairs and put her pajamas back on until they were literally almost ready to leave and then he heard the familiar trills of your soft laughter. He breathed a sigh of relief, ready to question how you could handle them for days on end alone when he – apparently – couldn't do so for all of twenty minutes, when every word died on his tongue.

You were wearing the dress. At least that's what he called it in his own head, anyway.

You told him most models didn't get to keep the clothes they walked the runways in, but sometimes they got lucky. The first night he stripped you of this very silk slip dress, he told you it was him who got lucky.

That dress had followed the two of you from your flat downtown to his newly purchased Hidden Hills home in Los Angeles to both of your childhood homes and finally the sprawling cottage in the Essex countryside where you would raise the girls.

He'd pulled the straps down with his teeth, then raised them again after you had stumbled from the closet at his parents anniversary party, he had slipped his hand underneath the hem teasing you the first time he met your parents for dinner. He let you slip it from your own body only once... After the worst fight you ever had, you threatening to walk all the way back to your own flat – even in your strappy delicate golden heels – and after words he promised – the first time he had ever promised anything so fiercely – that he would never let you go.

He had been so careful of the dress when you whispered in his ear after Kit and Rose's wedding that you were pregnant again and soon the two of you would have your hands full with another little girl.

“Mia...” Your name heavy on his tongue as his mouth parts and he can't stop from licking his suddenly dry lips.

“You wore the white tux for me,” Your voice heady in his ear, your lips teasing his ear and throat like his had done to you. “There was nothing else that I could wear for you.”

and i'm speechless

you already know that you're my weakness

after all this time i'm just as nervous

every time you walk into the room

i'm speechless

~*~*~*~*~

You couldn't stop your eyes from flooding with tears as Richard stared deeply into yours while saying his vows, ending them with, “And yet I wish but for the thing I have; my bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.”

Though, you ended up forgoing graduate school to model, you still remembered those words from the late night cramming sessions over Shakespeare as an undergraduate at Cambridge. You always thought those words from Romeo to Juliet were beautiful, maybe the most beautiful in the whole play and for a brief moment you thought you might be dreaming, that you would be woken up by two little girls pouncing on you or Richard's lips latching here and there, but you weren't.

His hand shook as he slid the beautiful sterling silver band over your knuckle, kissing the finger after he secured it against your engagement ring and you released the breath you didn't even know you had been holding.

The Justice made his pronouncement and then Richard gently took your face in his hands and your lips touched, so soft and warm, and like always you tasted forever.

[littlemisssquiggles]

i really think the next episode is when ruby finally loses her cool with qrow. we've seen her get frustrated twice: once with the bottle of alcohol, and once when he left after they couldn't get through the atlas base. i do think ruby will slap qrow, but it'll be interesting to see how their relationship goes on moving forward. that's one major reason i don't want qrow to die this volume: so ruby and qrow can treat each other better, and so qrow doesn't see ruby as just a kid anymore.

Wellyou and I share the same theory anon-chan. I’ve pretty much been saying the samething right hereand here.I doubt Qrow is going to die. I mean I can definitely see him being put in mortal danger that will forceRuby to master control of her Silver Eyes in order to save him.  However death is not what I expect. Maria told Ruby in C8that the way for her to hone her powers is via a trial by fire and I feel like Qrowwill be the facilitator to that trial. The V6 opening has been alluding to Qrow beingsnatched by a Grimm-like entity with Ruby being forced to combat it.

Adamhas pretty much been MIA since V6 C1 and withthe Writers claiming that Adam quote, unquote, ‘isn’t done yet’, I have a feelingthat the CRWBY are going to pay homage to V3 and have Adam suddenly show up in Argus for the finale leadingan army of Grimm. I feel like theWriters are going to have Adam magically show up to wreck shit up and recreatethe Fall of Beacon in Argus while explain the details of what he’s been up toin C11;revealing that Adam has in fact been the only villain following the heroessince C1. That’s my best guess.

Here’s my interpretation of the remaining 5 episodes of RWBY V6: 

C9 – Reflection episode focusingprimarily on Team JNR and RWBY searching for Oscar in Argus while Ruby, Jaune,Nora and Ren look back on memories they shared with Oscar back in Mistral tohone in on any clues to where the missing farm boy might go while alsoreflecting on their relationship with Oscar and how they truly see him in theirgroup. Do the others really just see Oscar as another version of Ozpin or ashis own person?

C10 – Oscar’s backstoryepisode. We get Oscar’s full past including the missing part of his story fromV4. We get the conclusion of how things ended between Oscar and his aunt beforecutting to the conclusion of the group finding Oscar at the Wall of Argus andconfronting him for running away. It’ll mainly be JNR and Bumblebee who findOscar because my hunch is that Ruby, Weiss and Maria will be off looking forQrow after Ruby gets a disturbing message from him while looking for Oscar. Thisepisode will then end with a cliff-hanger that shows Argus under attack fromsomething coming from beyond the Wall. An army of Grimm possibly led by onevengeful Adam Taurus.

C11 – Episode that explainswhat Adam has truly been up to since C1.

C12 and C13: Finale Episodes. Ruby works to save Qrow from the Hecatonchire Apathy. The others help defend Argus against the Grimm horde led by Adam. 

Icould be totally wrong about this format but…what I mostly care about is Oscar receivinghis twoepisodes of full focus uninterrupted like Ozpin. While I have a good feeling likeOscar’s full character growth will be come in all 5 remaining episodes of thisseason, I still would love for him to get two episodes where he is just thefocus of the story.

Ozpinbasically got two episodes of attention during V6 C3 and C4. I’m praying Oscargets the same treatment with C9 and C10 being his episodes that define his past andbonds with the members of the hero group. I DON’T expect Oscar to be in any immediatedanger while he’s missing. I DON’T expect him to be captured by any villain ofany kind. As a Pinehead,I’m just hoping that Oscar gets two full episodes where not only do the heroesreflect on their relationship with Oscar and how they see him but we’ll alsoget to learn more about Oscar’s backstory finally and seethe kind of person he is and what his relationship was like with his family. Thisis something I’ve wanted since V4 and I’m really hoping we get it this time.

As a Pinehead,I have waited whole season for Oscar to finally get his focus, backstory anddevelopment and I’ll be really disappointed if C9 comes and we don’t get the plotjust pausing for an episode or two to just emphasize more on Oscar andwhat his individual character; outside of the Ozpin-Ozma connection, truly means to the otherheroes and overall plot.

Ifeel like Ruby’s conclusion for the finale is facing off against a Grimm tosave Qrow. It’d be even interesting if Qrow gets possessed or absorbed by saidHecatonchire Apathy Grimm using the Branwen’s own semblance against Ruby.

Or…evenmore compelling; imagine… Qrow being possessedor mind controlled by a Grimm, forcing Ruby no choice but to fighther own uncle---her family. Her mentor and idol who taught her everything sheknew. Ruby vs. Qrow would be an interesting death battle as skilled scythewielders. Mastervs. Apprentice with Ruby in the endawakening her Silver Eyes to save Qrow. I think that could be cool. And by theend of it all, Qrow learns the error of his ways and finally comes clean toRuby about his feelings about everything. Who knows?

Perhapshe’ll even make a small nod to Summer Rose byimplying that he sees a lot of her in Ruby or something that. I guess we’llonly know once RWBY returns this Saturday and I can’t wait to see how the storyresumes.

~LittleMissSquiggles (2018)

[the-world-of-naiyara]

Castiel Fanfiction : Passion or Forgiveness?

The Goddess of Fire by thedarkrayne on Deviantart

Chapter 3 : All Hell breaks loose

Naiyara walked back into the Snake Room and spotted Evie sitting at their table. 

“Were you with Castiel?” Asked her friends, the hope in her eyes fading instantly as she saw the hurt expression in Naiyara’s face 

“Yes. I’m going home” Naiyara didn’t wait for Evie to answer. She just turned around and motioned towards the exit as fast as she could. As she walked outside, she bumped into Castiel coming back. If she’d been given a choice, Naiyara would’ve rathered being jumped and mugged then face to face with HIM again. Tears were now lightly dripping from her cheeks but the pain had been replaced but something else, far more dangerous. 

“Me cago en tu puta madre! Muevete de ahi!” She yelled, pushing him backwards. “A caso tu ‘stas ciego? A caso no me viste salir del bar? Que cono es tu problema mijito? Como tu me vas a decir a mi que todo es culpa mia cuando tu no has echo ni puto para que me quedara! Y que clase de come mierda tu eres para compararme a mi HP de padre! Vete pal carajo de tu madre Castiel y ni se te ocurre hablar conmigo de nuevo!” 

Many people were watching the scene but Naiyara was too angry and hurt to care and Castiel was way too busy trying to make out what the hell she was saying to him to worry about his reputation. Between the speed at which the words were coming out of her mouth and her cuban accent which shorten the words, Naiyara could’ve been speaking chinese for all Castiel understood. Not to mention, she was speaking not just with her hands but her whole arms as well, which was... Very distracting, to say the least. And a little scary. He looked at Evie desperatly, but the girl’s lips remained sealed. Once Naiyara was done she pushed Castiel out of her way again and stormed off in direction of Campus. 

“I’m not going to bother translating any of that because I’m sure you’re smart enough to gather she wasn’t reciting a love poem. I’m going to make sure she gets home safe and then I’m going to call you and WE ARE GOING TO TALK. And let me warn you Castiel, if you so think of dodging my call, I’m going to rain hell on you so hard, you’re gonna wish Naiyara kept biting your head off in spanish.” Not giving a chance for Castiel to respond, Evie followed Naiyara who was still mumbling angerly in spanish. As they were arriving near Campus grounds, Evie ran to catch up with her friend. 

“Hey, hey Nai’ tranquila chica, tranquila. What happened?”

Naiyara looked at Evie and the anger washed away. Leaving only pain. Flashes of her father sending her off coldly came crashing back. Her mother’s funeral and no family member to hold her by the shoulder. Not even that long lost sister her mother hadn’t talked to in several decades. No one knew where she was. Naiyara remembers the cold, cutting words her “father” said to the judge. She remembers the foster home. The loneliness. How could Castiel have said that to her? She tried to hold back the tears. Ashamed and angry that both those men still has so much power over her. She hated them both! Evie took her in her arms until she calmed down and her speech wasn’t impaired anymore by her sobbing. After explaining what happened, Naiyara saw her friend’s jaw clench with anger. 

“Fucking moron. Come on, you need to rest. Let me worry about that come mierda.”

“Don’t bother. I’m done with the likes of him.” Evie didn’t say anything because she knew her friend was too hurt and angry to think straight. She also knew she wasn’t at all done with the likes of Castiel. Had she been, his words wouldn’t have hurt so much. 

Evie walks her back to her dorm and tucks her in bed. She stays by Naiyara’s side until she falls asleep. This also gaves Castiel a chance to blow some steam off. 

Finally, once Naiyara is asleep, she quietly leaves the room and picks up her phone. 

“What?” Castiel’s voice is annoyed but at least he picked up. Had he not, Evie would’ve waited for him back at his building. 

“Don’t give me an attitude boy! You’re in the wrong here. Where are you?”

“Look Evie I really don’t...”

“I don’t recall asking you if you WANTED to talk, I asked you where you were.”

Castiel sighs. He knows Evie enough to know she won’t let go. 

“I’m still at the Snake Room. I was about to leave.”

“Good. I’ll meet you at your place in fifteen minutes.” And she hangs up before he had a chance to confirm. 

When she arrives at his building, Castiel is waiting for her. 

“Have you been waiting for long?”

“No, I just got here. I figured you wouldn’t be long, since you were coming from campus.” He turns around and opens the door, then moves to the side to let Evie in first. When they’re standing in front of his appartment door, Castiel passes in front of Evie to open the door and catch Demon before he jumps on either of them to welcome his master home and greet the guest. 

“Do you want something to drink?” Castiel asks coldly as he’s going to the kitchen and takes a beer out of the fridge. 

“No thanks.” She answers, matter-of-factly, as he walks back into the living room and sits on the sofa. 

“Ok. Go for it. Spit it out.” 

Evie shakes her head disapprovingly.

“How could you say that to her Cass? Among all the horrible things you could’ve said, you know that was the worst.”  

Castiel doesn’t answer. He looks away, knowing she’s right. 

“Have you forgotten what her father did to her? How he treated her? How could you compare her to that shitface?”

“I... I was pissed.” He answers shrugging uncomfortably. 

“You were pissed? That’s your excuse? My God Castiel! I’m starting to think Nai’ didn’t tell you everything he did to her!”

“Yes, she did, ok! I know! He literally fucked her mom and left, rejected her over the phone, told the judge he didn’t want to have anything to do with her when her mom died and left the state care for her until they finally found her aunt, two years later... I KNOW, OK!”

Before Evie could add anything, Castiel continued :

“I fucked up! I know! I went too far, I know! Now unless you want to offer actual advice you can stop rubbing it in!” He rises to his feet and lights up a cigarette. Evie sighs. God those two need counselling. 

“Apologize, you idiot. Tomorrow, go to her, and apologize. Offer her lunch. You know she’s weak when it comes to restaurants. It doesn’t have to be a fancy, expensive one. Just make sure they have homemade fries. Be nice, admit you were wrong and then make her laugh and she’ll forgive you.”

“What if I can’t forgive her?” Castiel whispered. Not quite talking to Evie. 

“Then you’re gonna have to figure out what’s most important to you. What do you want to salvage Cass? You’re anger or your... friendship. I can’t answer that for you. But get your act together and choose wisely because once your choice is made, you can’t go back.” 

Castiel breathed out heavily. Forgiveness had never been one of his strong suit and Nai’ had hurt him badly. She’d hurt him more than his parents had. More than Deborah. Castiel just didn’t know if they could ever be friends after everything that had happened. After everything he’d felt for her. 

Friends... 

“Look Cas, I’m not saying you don’t have a right to be angry about how Nai’ handled things back then. You do. Obviously. But if you think for a minute that she didn’t hurt herself as much as she hurt you then you’re as thick as they get.” At the word thick, Castiel rose en eyebrow at Evie. “I’m just saying that...” She sighed. Searching for her words “Look, with all due respect, you have a certain responsability in the breakup too. It takes two to tango, as the saying goes. You didn’t try to stop her. You never told her how you felt.You knew how she was. What she’d been through. You knew she had issues. I told you a million times she was scared of losing you. I told you she needed you to reassure her and you just ignored it all and let it slide.”

“Let it slide? I wrote a song for Heaven’s Sake! What more did she need? A serenade under her balcony?”

“Three words, Cas. She needed three words which you never said. And as beautiful as this song probably was, you didn’t write it as a way to say those words. You wrote it as a way to dodge having to say them. There’s a big difference.”

Castiel let himself fall on the couch. Evie was right. As usual. Annoying little girl. But the little girl knew him well. Yes, Castiel had been scared of saying those words. Naiyara had been scared of losing him. And they’d both avoided the issue like cowards. Cowards. The both of them. 

@colombia-chan

Links to previous chapters :

Chapter 1 Introduction : Who is Naiyara?

Chapter 2 Part 1 A Hell of a Concert : Five Years Later!

Chapter 2 Part 2 A Hell of a Concert : Confrontation!

[petrichorate]

Little Fires Everywhere: Thoughts

Little Fires Everywhere (Celeste Ng)

I feel like Little Fires Everywhere is like a trap of sorts—it draws you in quickly, under the pretense of some light entertainment, and then hits you hard with moments of intense poignancy and frustration. I wanted to read more books by Asian American authors this year because I wanted to come to terms with my identity as a Chinese American. I needed to understand how I had been approaching that part of myself, and also to hear the stories of other people who had gone through the same thing—especially if those experiences were sometimes shameful, terrifying, or filled with guilt, as mine have often been. It wasn’t until college that I started being proud of my heritage; there are still moments when I unfortunately feel ashamed of that part of myself, or somehow feel lesser than those around me. But I’ve also started to appreciate the unique beauty of being Asian American—the amazing resilience and reflection I’ve received by being part of a culture that is complex, and contradictory, and somehow immensely messed up and exquisite at the same time. 

Little Fires Everywhere managed to pack so much about Asian American-ness, motherhood, and self identity into a seamless narrative. I remember messaging a friend at the beginning of the novel that “it was entertaining, but seems like just a light read. I kind of expected it to push more on Asian American issues.” But the more I read, the more I realized that there were lessons interwoven throughout the story that could only have been learned through intense, real experiences. I love how Ng describes the “sureness” possessed in children from wealthy and established families—a feeling I always got from my childhood friends who lived in houses with kitchen islands in nice neighborhoods, but that I never felt I held inside myself. I love how Ed Lim, the lawyer, reflects on the difficulty of finding books and dolls that his daughter can relate to—it’s something I noticed in all my picture books about kids with curly golden hair, and it’s something I am actively working on because I don’t want my future daughter or son growing up without characters who look like them. 

Here are some parts I thought were particularly memorable:

On stealing from people who don’t notice: “She had cried all the way to Lafayette, where they would stay for the next eight months, and even the prancing china palomino she had stolen from the girl’s collection gave her no comfort, for though she waited nervously, there was never any complaint about the loss, and what could be less satisfying than stealing from someone so endowed that they never even noticed what you’d taken?”

On the “sureness” or efficacy felt in people from established families: “Even the younger Richardsons had it, this sureness in themselves. Sunday mornings Pearl and Moody would be sitting in the kitchen when Trip drifted in from a run, lounging against the island to pour a glass of juice, tall and tan and lean in gym shorts, utterly at ease, his sudden grin throwing her into disarray. Lexie perched at the counter, inelegant in sweatpants and a tee, hair clipped in an untidy bun, picking sesame seeds off a bagel. They did not care if Pearl saw them this way. They were so artlessly beautiful, even right out of bed. Where did this ease come from? How could they be so at home, so sure of themselves, even in pajamas? When Lexie ordered from a menu, she never said, ‘Could I have...?’ She said, ‘I’ll have...’ confidently, as if she had only to say it to make it so. It unsettled Pearl and it fascinated her.”

On covering up naïveté with “bookish wisdom”: “She could see the similarities between these two lonely children, even more clearly than they could: the same sensitive personalities lurking inside both of them, the same bookish wisdom layered over a deep naïveté.”

On the ability of wealth to draw you away from the problems you want to solve: “Of course she understood why this was happening: they were fighting to right injustices. But part of her shuddered at the scenes on the television screen. Grainy scenes, but no less terrifying: grocery stores ablaze, smoke billowing from their rooftops, walls gnawed to studs by flame. The jagged edges of smashed windows like fangs in the night. Soldiers marching with rifles past drugstores and Laundromats. Jeeps blocking intersections under dead traffic lights. Did you have to burn down the old to make way for the new? The carpet at her feet was soft. The sofa beneath her was patterned with roses. Outside, a mourning dove cooed from the bird feeder and a Cadillac glided to a dignified stop at the corner. She wondered which was the real world. The following spring, when antiwar protests broke out, she did not get in her car and drive to join them. She wrote impassioned letters to the editor; she signed petitions to end the draft. She stitched a peace sign onto her knapsack. She wove flowers into her hair.”

On parents and touch: “Parents, she thought, learned to survive touching their children less and less. As a baby Pearl had clung to her; she’d worn Pearl in a sling because whenever she’d set her down, Pearl would cry. There’d scarcely been a moment in the day when they had not been pressed together. As she got older, Pearl would still cling to her mother’s leg, then her waist, then her hand, as if there were something in her mother she needed to absorb through the skin. Even when she had her own bed, she would often crawl into Mia’s in the middle of the night and burrow under the old patchwork quilt, and in the morning they would wake up tangled, Mia’s arm pinned beneath Pearl’s head, or Pearl’s legs thrown across Mia’s belly. Now, as a teenager, Pearl’s caresses had become rare—a peck on the cheek, a one-armed, half-hearted hug—and all the more precious because of that. It was the way of things, Mia thought to herself, but how hard it was. The occasional embrace, a head leaned for just a moment on your shoulder, when what you really wanted more than anything was to press them to you and hold them so tight you fused together and could never be taken apart. It was like training yourself to live on the smell of an apple alone, when what you really wanted was to devour it, to sink your teeth into it and consume it, seeds, core, and all.”

On regrets: “‘Most of the time, everyone deserves more than one chance. We all do things we regret now and then. You just have to carry them with you.’”

On the lack of good Asian representation in toys for kids: “But there was no doll with black hair, let alone a face that looked anything like Monique’s. Ed Lim had gone to four different toy stores searching for a Chinese doll; he would have bought it for his daughter, whatever the price, but no such thing existed.  He’d gone so far as to write to Mattel, asking them if there was a Chinese Barbie doll, and they’d replied that yes, they offered ‘Oriental Barbie’ and sent him a pamphlet. He had looked at that pamphlet for a long time, at the Barbie’s strange mishmash of a costume, all red and gold satin and like nothing he’d ever seen on a Chinese or Japanese or Korean woman, at her waist-length black hair and slanted eyes. I am from Hong Kong, the pamphlet ran. It is in the Orient, or Far East. Throughout the Orient, people shop at outdoor marketplaces where goods such as fish, vegetables, silk, and spices are openly displayed. The year before, he and his wife and Monique had gone on a trip to Hong Kong, which struck him, mostly, as a pincushion of gleaming skyscrapers. In a giant, glassed-in shopping mall, he’d bought a dove-gray cashmere sweater that he wore under his suit jacket on chilly days. Come visit the Orient. I know you will find it exotic and interesting. In the end, he’d thrown the pamphlet away. He’d heard, from friends with younger children, that the expensive doll line now had one Asian doll for sale—and a few black ones, too—but he’d never seen it. Monique was seventeen now, and had long outgrown dolls.”

On the frustration of people finally recognizing problems that you have always known about through real experience and not research studies: “‘What about other books, Mrs. McCullough? Any other books with Chinese characters?’ Mrs. McCullough bit her lip. ‘I haven’t really looked for them,’ she admitted. ‘I hadn’t thought about it.’ ‘I can save you some time,’ said Ed Lim. ‘There really aren’t very many. So May Ling has no dollars that look like her, and no books with pictures of people that look like her.’ Ed Lim paced a few more steps. Nearly two decades later, others would raise this question, would talk about books as mirrors and windows, and Ed Lim, tired by then, would find himself as frustrated as he was grateful. We’ve always known, he would think; what took you so long?”

On what Asians are “allowed” to be in society: “Men like him, the article would suggest, weren’t supposed to lose their cool—though it was never specified whether ‘like him’ meant lawyers or something else entirely. But the truth was—as Mr. Richardson recognized—that an angry Asian man didn’t fit the public’s expectations, and was therefore unnerving. Asian men could be socially inept and incompetent and ridiculous, like a Long Duk Dong, or at best unthreatening and slightly buffoonish, like a Jackie Chan. They were not allowed to be angry and articulate and powerful. And possibly right, Mr. Richardson thought uneasily.”

[okskz]

To the Rescue.

Mia + Stray Kids

something scary happens to mia that she never imagined would happen to her, good thing someone is there to help her.

tw: assault

a request from anon and also it goes with the storyline after let me explain, hope you guys enjoy. requests are still close but feedback would be amazing!

[10th Member of Stray Kids]

“She’s doing amazing.” Jeongin said into Hyunjin’s ear.

Hyunjin nodded his head. “She looks great.”

All of the 9 boys sat in their seats, cheering Mia on as she was in the middle of performing her first ever solo special stage. All of them, especially Chan, were proud on how good she was doing.

They even had their lightsticks with them, and kept waving them around while shouting her name once or twice.

When they saw the performance was over, and Mia exiting the stage, they quickly got up from their seats to meet up with her backstage.

Mia still had a bit of adrenaline going on in her. At first, she was super nervous about performing by herself. But once being on stage, all her worry went away. She let everything go with the flow, and she was really proud on how well she did.

As she was taking her ear piece out, she heard her name being shouted from behind her.

She turned around and was met with 9 boys coming her way.

Jisung was more ahead from the others as he skipped his way over to her, and wrapped his arms around her. He hugged her tightly, then lifted her off from the ground as he spun her around. “You did so good!” He said putting her down.

Mia giggled as Felix was next to give her a hug. “Thank you all for coming.”

“Of course, we had to come and support our Mia.” Chan said ruffling her hair.

Mia looked at all the boys until her eyes stopped at Changbin, “and thank you as well for coming, Seo.” She smiled.

“I was forced.” He rolled his eyes, causing him to get elbowed by Jeongin.

Changbin and Mia were still not on the best speaking terms, but nonetheless Changbin was not as mad at her as before. He still had yet to apologize to her though.

“Well I’m happy you all came, it means so much to me.” She smiled at all of them. “Let me just go get dressed then we can leave.”

“Yeah, no problem.” Jisung said.

Mia left the group, taking a few more steps down the hallway until she reached her dressing room.

She quickly changed into some jean shorts and an oversized white t-shirt, then slipped on her checkered vans.

As Mia was getting ready the boys outside were huddled up around Jeongin, watching the rerun of Mia’s solo stage performance.

“She knows how to find the cameras quick.” Minho pointed out. “Probably better than you, Felix.” Everyone began to laugh. 

They continued to watch the performance on Jeongin’s phone. Too distracted on what was going on around them, not seeing the young man entering Mia’s dressing room.

Mia was putting her belongings in her minil backpack when the door opened. Looking up, excepting it to be one of her members, she grew confused when she saw the young man standing there. He was about in his early 20s.

“Um, hi?” She said rather in a question. “Do you need help with something?”

The man shook his head no. “I just wanted to say I’m a really big fan of you. Your solo stage was amazing. I just needed to tell you in person!” The man exclaimed.

Although Mia found it sketchy that the guy basically barged into her dressing room, she still smiled at him politely. “Thank you.” She bowed.

He bowed back. “You’re welcome.”

Not wanting to waste anymore time, Mia slung her mini backpack on her back, and began to make her way towards the door.

“Well, uh, it was nice to meet you, I guess. Kinda weird that it happened in my dressing.” She chuckled. “But I must get going.”

Mia was beginning to reach for the door handle, but the man ended up blocking her way. She looked at him confused.

“Why must you go so soon?” The man said. “We were beginning to have friendly conversation.”

“Oh I’m sorry, I really can’t stay longer. I have to go.” Mia tried once again to try and open the door by moving to the side, only for the man to block her way again.

“I don’t think I can let you do that.” He said in a rather low voice.

Mia got shivers done her spine. Her heart beat even began to race faster. She was beginning to get really nervous now.

Before Mia could think twice, the man grabbed her by her arms, and pinned her up against one of the walls. Mia yelped in pain from the impact on her back, causing him to put his hand over her mouth.

“Don’t say a word and I won’t hurt you that bad.” The man chuckled evilly against her ear.

All Mia wanted to do was to get out of this dangerous situation she was in. So with her free hand she punched the man on his side making him let her go to tend to himself.

“You bitch!” He groaned. 

Mia took this as the opportunity to run towards the door. She only made it halfway since the guy recovered pretty quickly. He ended up grabbing her from behind. “You shouldn’t have done that, miss Mia.” He said dragging her away from the door.

“Let me go!” She yelled, trying her hardest to get out of his grip.

The man only tighten his grip on her more. Mia felt as if she was losing breath on how tight he was holding her. She turned a bit in his arms, and soon began swinging her arms trying her hardest to push him away.

“You better stop that.” He said dodging every swung Mia would do.

She didn’t stop though. She was determined to escape him some how.

Mia continued until she ended up scratching him on his face, causing the man to wince in pain. He let go of her with one arm to feel his cheek.

“I told you to stop!” The man yelled at her as he slapped his hand across her cheek.

Everything happened so fast that Mia couldn’t even comprehend that she had just been slapped. The impact of it caused her to let out a loud screech at how much it had hurt her. Tears began to spill, and she was shaking so hard now

Her loud screech could have been heard from a mile away. All heads of the boys rose up from hearing it.

“That sounded like it came from Mia’s room.” Minho said as he looked towards the direction of Mia’s dressing room.

All nine boys instantly jolted to see what was wrong. It was unlikely for Mia to scream like that to them.

Changbin was the first to open the door, eyes instantly grew wide at the scene he was witnessing. Letting the door swing open, he quickly ran towards them as the rest of the members entered.

“Let go of her!” Changbin yelled as he got ahold of Mia trying to get her out of the man’s grip.

As all of this was happening, Woojin had went back to the hallway yelling out for security to come their way.

Mia ended up kicking the man right in his lower part of his stomach, making him let go of her. He groaned in pain as he crouched down. Both Chan and Hyunjin ran to get ahold of him so he wouldn’t try to get Mia again.

Changbin still had Mia in his hold as he sat her down on the floor far away from them. She was still crying, and Changbin could feel her shaking. She was obviously shaken up from the situation she was just in.

Changbin was about to get up once seeing the security enter the room, but Mia was quick to clung onto him. “Please don’t leave me.” She softly cried out.

“Don’t worry, I got you.” He said as he wrapped his arms around her small figure.

The last thing that was on Changbin’s mind was their fued that they had. He knew he needed to be there for Mia right now.

The two of them continued to sit on the floor in each other’s embrace as the rest of the members and security took care of everything.

“Hey, you ok?” Chan crouched down next to Mia.

She moved her head slowly away from Changbin’s chest, shaking her head no. “I just wanna go home.” She sobbed.

Chan almost gasped once seeing Mia’s face. Her right cheek was red and almost swollen. “What did he do to you?” He whispered as he caressed her cheek.

Mia winced in pain, her cheek still stinging from the slap. Chan instantly pulled his hand back.

“He slapped me.” She said softly.

All eyes grew in shock as they were gathered around Mia.

“We’re definitely pressing charges.” Woojin announced. “He is not going to get away from this.”

“Can we just go home please?” Mia pleaded not wanting to think any more of what she went through a few minutes ago.

Chan nodded bringing himself up. “You got her Changbin?”

“Yeah.” He said as he picked Mia up bridal style.

All of them began to walk out of the dressing room, and out the building to their bus.

The ride back was silent, everyone a little shaken up as well from seeing their member in a dangerous situation.

Once being home, Changbin was still carrying Mia and took her all they to their room that they shared with Felix. 

He gently placed her on her bed then pulled her blanket over her body. 

“Thank you.” She softly whispered getting up in a sitting position. 

“No problem.” He responded sitting at the edge of her bed, facing her. He placed the small ice pack he got before bringing her to the room on her swollen cheek. 

“You know,” he began to speak. “I just want to apologize for the way I’ve been acting towards you these past days.”

“It was wrong of me, and I shouldn’t have just straight out attack you like that. I also should have heard you out. So I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok, Binnie.” Mia said, then wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m honestly over it now.”

Changbin hugged her back, and the two stayed like that for a couple of seconds in silence.

Once they broke apart slowly, Mia went in to kiss Changbin on his cheek. “What was that for?” He questioned, taken back from the sudden affection Mia gave him.

“My way of saying thanks.” She smiled at him. “For saving me.”

Changbin looked down at his lap as a small chuckle escaped his lips. “It’s late, you should probably get some sleep. You must be exhausted.”

Mia nodded her head then went to lay back down on her bed covering herself with the blanket. Changbin took the ice pack from her and decided to go to the kitchen to put it back in the fridge.

When walking halfway to the door, he looked at Mia for a quick second seeing that her eyes were fluttering closed.

He opened then closed the door softly once being outside of the room. Instead of moving, he stayed right in front of the door for a bit.

Not realizing the small smile that crept up his lips.