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“Oh my god.” Zoey shoveled it into her mouth with reckless abandon, alternating between chopsticks and spoons. “Oh my god.”
“It’s not that good. You’re lying.” Mira leaned in close to the camera, possibly to get a better look at the food in Zoey’s bowl.
Zoey looked at Mira wide-eyed. “Mira, it’s—oh my god. This is the greed the Bible warned me about.”
“You’ve never read the Bible,” snarked Mira.
“I just—the chef is gorgeous, Mira! And her food is—” Zoey lost her words, then she shook her head to reset her brain. “Babe,” said Zoey seriously, leveling her gaze at her girlfriend, “I’ve discovered the divine intervention that’s gonna get you to this place.”
Mira’s jaw dropped open. “Why didn’t you show me the hot chef?”
“Because my girlfriend is Aphrodite and the chef is Venus and my fucking brain exploded because I couldn’t put together a single thought when not one but two hot women were staring at me at the same time!” wailed Zoey, for her steak was too juicy and her lobster too buttery. “Besides, if you saw the hot chef that would be one less excuse to come eat here!”
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15 Jan 2026
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This was, without a doubt, Mira's worst nightmare.
The woman to her left leant over her for the fourth time to talk to the person on her right, and Mira tore her headphones down - her over-ear, very expensive, noise cancelling headphones that apparently were completely useless when faced with whatever actual nonsense this woman was saying to her friend - to sit around her neck so she could say with venom, “Please switch seats with me. I'm begging you.”
“It's not allowed,” the purple-haired woman on her right said, her hands visibly tense on the armrests. On Mira's armrest. Everyone knew the person in the middle seat got both armrests. Fuck AirAsia for charging for allocated seating. “If you're not in your assigned seats they can't identify you from your teeth when you die.”
The ‘I'm stuck in the middle seat of an airplane and these two idiots won't swap seats to sit next to each other’ AU. Established Zorumi, a very grumpy Mira, and a six hour flight.
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11 Jan 2026
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she'd never been one for confrontation, which is not a statement most would agree with.
Mira was a problem child - through and through - a nasty bite and a spiteful tongue. sour, bitter, tart and sharp. barbed wire for skin, bruise of a personality and tainted head that doomed a cycle. cowardice, wishful thinking, try try try…
she was too bitter for them.
her girls were perfect - through and through - a soft kiss and a gentle caress. mild, sweet, subtle and gooey. silk for warmth, twinkling laughter and tender assurance that healed the bloodiest wounds. she'd always loved them, still did, always will, never changing. she'd promised to confess, 7 years ago she'd promised to confess, but the cycle was exact.
she'd never been one for confrontation, a statement only she could testify to with each time she watched their hands intertwine. rearing horns at another bull was easy, but to present tenderness to those even moreso…
they were too sweet for her.
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a study of Mira's character, and how a yearning heart amounts to nothing but distant hurt… that is, if Rumi and Zoey didn't feel the same for their sweet, sweet girl.- Language:
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07 Jan 2026
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During an unexpected hiatus, Rumi finds herself confronting changes – both demonic and deeply personal –that she can no longer ignore. As quiet moments blur into charged proximity with her bandmates, buried desires and questions of control, trust, and identity rise to the surface. What begins as rest turns into a reckoning that will reshape how Rumi understands herself – and the bonds she thought she had defined.
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29 Dec 2025
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“Alright, alright, settle down you two. Jesus Christ,” Dana mutters. “You’re worse than my fuckin’ kids.”
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21 Dec 2025