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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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Bookmarked by thegeekmonkey (laursaur)
28 Jan 2026
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You have 64 voicemails from: Mira. Press 1 to play.
Bookmarked by thegeekmonkey (laursaur)
23 Jan 2026
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"the only way to lose that fearful feeling
replace it with love that's healing"
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Bookmarked by thegeekmonkey (laursaur)
23 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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Bookmarked by thegeekmonkey (laursaur)
06 Jan 2026
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Rumi took a closer look at the reflective surface. It was in shockingly good condition for its age. The image was so clear it was almost crystalline.
Something there drew her eyes in a way that she couldn't pull away from. It was her own reflection, certainly, but there was something… Off. She touched her face with her free hand, and then she saw it. Her wedding ring. It was missing. She tore her eyes away from the glass and looked frantically at her fingers, only to discover her ring was still there. She rubbed it with her thumb as if to prove to herself that what she was seeing was real.
She looked into the mirror again, checking her hand, but this time she saw it, as plain as day. Her mind was playing strange tricks on her.
Bookmarked by thegeekmonkey (laursaur)
04 Jan 2026