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“Delivery! Can you sign here?”
Silky smooth, braided purple hair. Cute little mailcap. Glistening scars peer out from the corners of her sleeves, escaping from view when her cuffs fall right back over when she moves.
“Could you sign our marriage papers?” Zoey and Mira blurt out in unison.
“What?” Rumi pauses.
“Huh?” Zoey stares at Rumi unblinkingly.
“Ignore her,” Mira waves Zoey off with a small flick of her wrist, gathering her dignity. She offers a hand to shake. “I’m Mira, and this is my wife, Zoey.” Mira clears her throat and circles back to Rumi’s question.
“Sure. Do you have a pen?”
Rumi tucks the parcel and the letters under her arm and takes Mira’s hand, shaking it gently.
“I do!” Rumi smiles, and both of them audibly think, "Fuck," as she reaches into her inner breast pocket for a pen. “I’m Rumi. I’ll be in charge of the mail for your street from now on.”
Mira takes her pen. Zoey has not blinked once.
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A story about regular people trying to live normal lives. Starting with a mailman and two eccentric women barging into her life.
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The client hadn’t really requested anything at all; their emails had been almost overly polite, if not jarringly formal, and had selected only the most vanilla options on the questionnaire she provided. Certainly a far cry from the standard practices of her usual clientele, but this one had paid upfront and picked this expensive hotel, and Mira’s fees are dear enough on their own that she had been coloured intrigued.
Mira takes a left down the hallway after leaving the elevator and finds herself at the door to the room. She doesn’t steel herself—doesn’t need to. She can handle anything. Has handled most things. Mira swipes the keycard and lets herself in.
The person sitting on the bed is probably the last thing she expects.
In which Mira is a professional, Rumi is socially inept, and Zoey is also there. Let's hope nobody catches feelings.
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24 Dec 2025
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Mira watched Jinu carefully from the couch, lips pressed into a thin line. “So, what’s the real story with you and Rumi? You’ve only known her a few weeks, right?”
A smirk spread across Jinu’s face as he shrugged, acting like it was no big deal. “Yeah, about a month.”
Zoey tilted her head, clearly curious. “You two seem like you’ve got some kind of history. Spill.”
Enjoying the game, he gave a cocky grin. “Simple. She fell first, I fell harder.”
Zoey blinked, confused. “That’s it?"
Folding her arms, Mira scoffed. "Liar."Before elaborating, Rumi strolled in, utterly unimpressed, arms crossed.
“Wrong,” came her flat reply. “He tripped me—I wasn’t paying attention. So I pushed him down a ditch.”
Unfazed, Jinu laughed. “See? Truth.”
A flicker of irritation crossed Mira’s eyes. “And you’re fine with that?”
Glancing at Mira and Zoey, Jinu’s smirk deepened, his voice dropping to a teasing murmur. “Why? You jealous?”
Rumi, oblivious to the tension, just rolled her eyes. “You’re such an ass.”
That grin only widened. “Yeah, but I’m *your* ass.”
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Or the Coffeeshop/Tattoo Artist/Piercer Au no one asked for.
And of course They Were Roomates
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07 Sep 2025
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Rumi is in exposure therapy for her severe social anxiety. She's completed a number of exposures aimed at getting her more comfortable in social situations. Next up? Ask someone out.
Easier said than done.
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“Hey, babe. Been looking everywhere for you.”
The voice was low, honeyed, warm in all the right places. It fell over Rumi in a way the man’s voice hadn’t, settling into her bones and gnawing faintly, already leaving impressions on her marrow.
And yet another touch, this one lighter, a palm splayed across the small of her back, a second body pressing into hers from behind.
“Yeah, we thought we lost you for a sec there.” This voice, a little higher, but no less deadly.
Not one, but two strangers.
“Can’t you see you’re interrupting something?” the guy snapped at them.
“Can’t you see,” the first voice mocked, “she’s not yours?”
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Two women step in when a guy gets pushy with Rumi at a bar. What happens after is meant to be a one-night stand, nothing more.
But rarely do things turn out exactly the way they're meant to.
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I want to die like a citrus tree (but that's not a milkweed's fate) by ILovedHerAndSometimesSheLovedMeToo
Fandoms: KPop Demon Hunters (2025)
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Mira and Zoey don’t know this yet (they will, one day soon, they will), but Rumi died for the first time the Monday after her eleventh birthday.
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Rumi inhaled, the rush of air filling her lungs, inflating that tiny balloon called hope trapped behind her ribs.
“I love you, Celine.”
The words tumbled out of her gracelessly, but so so sweetly. She waited, and all the while, that little balloon grew and grew, the plastic skin of it stretching and thinning with every second before—
“You too,” Celine said back.
‘Pop.’
“Celine,” Rumi tried again, voice shaking as tears she didn’t even know she still had left to shed began to drip down her left cheek. “Celine, I said I love you.”
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If demons (even half-demons) could kill themselves, there probably wouldn't be many left. Rumi doesn't know this, yet. She learns.
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