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would u ever write any isadora capri x readee but with a mommy kink? maybe? if u dont mind me asking 😳

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Isadora Caplri x fem!werewolf!reader

Warnings: nsfw 18+ mdni, mommy kink obv, lesbian sex, age gap

DISCLAIMER: ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE

I think Isadora was the first one who initiated you calling her mommy. This thought had been in her head for so long, but she was also afraid of your reaction to it. I mean, yes, you were much younger ( all legal, of course), but what if you thought she was crazy?

She was so worried, but one day when she was rocking you in her arms, calming you down, the phrase "mommy got you" slipped out of her mouth like something natural. You lifted your head to look at her face, wondering if you had misheard. There was a minute or two of silence, she looked so vulnerable, until your hand cupped her cheek and you said, “It’s okay. I like it mommy…”

The nickname, along with her protective nature, was very fitting. She loved to whisper comforting words to you when you were in trouble after your wolfing out, something like "it's okay baby, mommy is here"and when you called her that back, something inside her turned over and became so warm. When you crawl under her side at night after a nightmare, she will always stroke your head and ask in the most worried tone, "What's wrong, baby? Tell mommy."

She especially loved this nickname during sex. Isadora who holds you on her lap and pulls your head by the hair to her neck saying "that's it baby, mommy will teach you how to do it right. don't be shy." And while you're paying all your attention to her neck and cleavage, she'll reach her fingers between your legs to push your already wet panties aside and slide two fingers into you. Your head will fall on her shoulder and you will gently ride her whining "Isa... mommy oh my god..."

Her hand strokes your hair "yes baby, mommy is here, you take me so well." Her own underwear will already be hopelessly ruined by these conversations. She will flip you over onto your back when she feels you are about to cum, your arms will wrap around Isadora's neck so you can whine "mommy" into her ear with every thrust.

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Larissa Weems really loves her chair and we love her so bad for it… this pov has had me on a chokehold since i saw it… and im think im not the only one 🫦, anyways i dare to say that this is my best drawing at the time, god i really hate backgrounds, i hope u enjoy this 💚

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Offerings

Weems is dead, and everyone seems to have moved on but you.

As you celebrate remembering the dead with the rest of the school, you hope you do her justice with the small shrine you dedicate to her.

A short one shot about grief.

Larissa’s passing was hard on you. As your coworkers and students quickly moved on with their lives after the incident last spring, you felt as though a part of your heart had shattered.

Larissa Weems had shown you kindness and respect, and behind her intimidating demeanor, you discovered a gentle, caring soul. 

She rarely let anyone close, you had been a rare exception. When she passed, there were so many words left unsaid, and your heart felt heavy at the thought that you would never get the opportunity to tell her how you felt.

Then, the new school year began, and Barry Dort walked into Nevermore and erased all traces that Larissa had even existed. She gave her life for the school, died protecting her students, and in thanks, her memory was swept under the rug.

You loathed Barry Dort. Larissa had deserved more respect. 

As Día De Los Muertos approached, you had taken great care into planning a shrine for the late headmistress. You may not have told Larissa how you felt in the world of the living, but the idea that maybe her spirit would see that how much you cared brought you a sense of comfort. 

Tucked away in the corner of the courtyard, you set out her portrait, lit a few tea candles and burned incense. You left her an offering of chocolates, water, salt, flowers, and, though it felt childish, a small plush bat. You thought she might appreciate the lightheartedness of it. 

Barry Dort saw your shrine and frowned. He began to approach you, but changed his mind after you glared at him. You would not allow him to mess this up for you. You wouldn’t let him desecrate her memory more than he already had.

“You’re the only person who remembered.” 

You were startled from your thoughts. You turned around and were met with Wednesday Addams. 

“I could never forget her.” You said, quietly. “I can’t believe that no one else seems to care.”

“She appreciates it. Just so you know. She really likes the bat.” Wednesday said. 

“Wait…what?” A chill ran down your spine. You knew Wednesday was a medium, but was she really saying she could see Larissa's ghost?

“She said she’s sorry, that you never got to talk. But that she cared, still cares, very deeply and wishes she had gotten the courage to tell you her true feelings before she died.” Wednesday continued. She then turned to look behind her and spoke. “This is disgusting, why don’t you get a Ouija board and tell her yourself?...Ugh, you’re just as insufferably sentimental as my mother.” 

“Miss Addams, are you…can you see her?” You asked.

Wednesday just looked at you, blankly, and shrugged.

“Find a way to continue this without me. This sweetness is making me sick to my stomach.” Wednesday said. “I plan to add her picture to my own shrine. Thanks for remembering her.”

“Miss Addam I- shit.” You watched her walk away, stunned at the revelation. Could she really see Larissa? 

As an unnaturally chilly breeze passed through you, you could swear, for a moment, you could smell the familiar floral scent of Larissa’s perfume. 

You looked over at your shrine, the bat was now missing, and in it's place sat a familiar gold brooch that you haven’t laid eyes on in months. 

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my thirsty ass is checking in daily for new fics of these women.

i wish id say id write them myself, but i have no requests for them and who knows if ill ever get them done

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A Seer Among Morons

KPDH x Reader (both Huntr/x and Saja Boys)

●○ Since you were young, you've had the ability to see into the future. If you knew using your power to help people would've put you in the crossfire between demons and Hunters you would've asked your parents to exorcise you.

Contains: Kinda a mix between headcannon format with a couple one-shots thrown in. It's half crack (Reader wants absolutely nothing to do with either group and kinda an ass to be funny, but neither will let up). Though the second one-shot I ended up writing semi-seriously so take that as you will. Note: I ended up watching K-Pop Demon Hunters in some downtime I had, not expecting to fall in love with the movie. I was proven SO VERY WRONG by the start of the first song lmao. I had to do something for it (Also the format keeps fucking up sorry if it looks off I'm tired of fixing it)

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You were born to a long line of seers, and are extremely gifted—have the most aptitude for it in the family in centuries

You can see visions with near perfect clarity, with the only caveat being the futures you see don't account for your own existence

When you were young and didn't think of the consequences, you used your ability to help whoever you could, which unfortunately caught Gwi-Ma's attention

He watched you for a while, waiting for the perfect moment to make his presence known and ask to make a deal—to eventually make you his personal seer

One day when you were still to young to fully comprehend the heavy topics you'd see, you accidentally looked too far into the future—seeing a stadium up in flames while hoards of people screamed at five singing in the air

It made you break down into a mess of tears and snot, completely terrified of the future you have no idea when it happens or how to stop it

This is when Gwi-Ma makes his move, promising you comfort, security, and anything you could ever want

Unfortunately for him, you know his voice because of the vision, so you only cry harder and yell at him to get away from you

It stuns him a little, but Gwi-Ma is a patient entity. He can wait until you give in

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Over 20 years later and you still haven't made a deal with him

He's driven himself up the wall, using every manipulation tactic he can to get you to agree, but nothing worked

Very quickly he started resorting to making your life worse ontop of the manipulation, ramping up what he does each year you don't cave in

Tripping over inconveniently place furniture turns to debris falling on top of you, shitty bosses at your workplace turns to active sabotage, and mold outbreaks turns to eviction notices

He does everything in his power to make you give in—desperate to access your knowledge for his own use, but you never do

When you grew older, so did your understanding of that vision you saw. You make an effort not to look years into the future—with the further you go the more unreliable it becomes, but you have looked into that event a couple more times

You learn about the existence of demons and who Gwi-Ma really is, and that someday a group of girls will seal them away for good. That's all you needed to know to never make a deal with him, no matter what he does to you

Even if you had to move around the country more times than you could count, even if you can't use your ability for others anymore in fear of seeing something else Gwi-Ma wants to use, even if there's not a single person you could trust—not knowing if they're working with Gwi-Ma or not—you refuse to

It's simply not an option

At some point around your late teen years you thought you could trust the Hunters

Sure, they weren't the same trio that you saw in your vision (at least you think they weren’t, you haven't seen it in a while at this point), but they were still Hunters! Surely they'd understand and maybe help you separate from Gwi-Ma entirely

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All you had to say after that utter catastrophe of a meeting was fuck Celine

(She feels a bit guilty over how she handled it seeing as you're not an actual demon—just being harassed by one, but she wants nothing to do with Gwi-Ma ever. Especially considering Rumi's whole existence)

Now hiding away from the Hunters while dealing with everything Gwi-Ma was throwing at you made you realize you were completely alone in this

You still believed in the Hunters to do their job killing demons and one day seal Gwi-Ma, that hasn't changed, but for anything on a personal level you could only rely on yourself

Gwi-Ma at this point is at his wits end. If he had hair it'd be completely gray from the frustration you've given him and he would've torn half of it out

So when Jinu comes to him and proposes creating a boy band, Gwi-Ma can't help himself but adding one more task for them

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Jinu couldn't help but notice how Gwi-ma has been… restless the past few years.

Okay, it's been closer to a couple decades, and he's more than a little restless. Aggravated, seething, infuriated, extreme murderous intent—all words that better describe the bouts of emotional turmoil he seems to be going through more recently.

He's been sending demon after demon through the Honmoon extremely recklessly; a good portion of them not even being sent to deal with the Hunters. Sure, the more inexperienced demons are getting sent to do that secret other objective while the more skilled get sent to the Hunters, but while the skilled still end up dead the others just come back traumatized. He wouldn't care if they didn't fill the normally silent realm with their incessant crying.

It's starting to piss him off—more than usual anyway.

If he had to listen to one more wail of agony over whatever harrowing events happened to the last wretched fool he was going to tear his own ears off. So, after he gathered four other reapers willing enough to go along with him, he approached Gwi-Ma with a plan of his own. One that would surely weaken the Honmoon to let him slip through freely. Even if it was a bit ridiculous.

The approval from the rest of the demons was enough to sway Gwi-Ma into agreement, even after learning why Jinu actually offered his idea. Though, he still wasn't fully satisfied.

"I'll let you go out—on one condition."

The four reapers behind Jinu tensed as he tried not to sigh. There was always something else with Gwi-Ma, even if you were doing something for him. Though, the thought that he might also set them up to help deal with his secret objective on top of the idol work made him anxious.

"And what might that be?"

"There has been a thorn in my side for too long—a human. They come from a long line of seers, and have proven themself the most useful with their ability to see the future. I have tried to strike a deal with them, but they deny at every turn. Convince them, and I'll grant you more than just the erasure of your memories. That includes all of you." Gwi-Ma tells them, his words landing like a sheet of ice across the five demons.

They share looks of doubt, dread seeping into each of them of varying degrees. It's a wonder how someone like that has seemingly been roaming around without the Hunters taking them in, or succumbing to Gwi-Ma's will. It's also safe to assume that whoever this is, they're the cause of Gwi-Ma's irritable behaviour the last few years. If it's because he hasn't been able to convince them into a deal after all this time, then what kind of a person is this? What hope do they have to convince someone Gwi-Ma hasn't been able to control for over two decades? And what if they're the one that's been traumatizing the demons all this time? Were they really weak willed or are they that good?

Jinu sighs as he makes his way through the Honmoon, the others following not far behind. They all hope that whoever it is, they're not nearly as skilled as the Hunters

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You're on your way to the kooky doctor for an appointment—since he's the only one you can afford—when you run into the demon boys for the first time

Gwi-Ma is yapping his ass off and you're trying your best to tune him out

Turning into the alleyway with the doctors office, you're not expecting to literally bump into random pretty men

Truly, you would've apologized thinking it's just another petty scheme of Gwi-Ma to make your life a little more embarrassing, but you stop short when you notice the glint of colour across all their skin

You're mood instantly sours when you realize it is one of his schemes, just not a petty one

The one you bumped into looks at you in contempt, but you refuse to take anything a demon says without throwing it back. Especially from one who doesn't even know how to fully tuck his shirt in

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"Watch your—"

"Shut the fuck up and get out of my way before I shove my fist down your throat and rip out your spine."

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Jinu immediately jumped out of your way, causing some packet to fall out of his pocket which you decide to take for yourself

The others don't notice, instead laughing at Jinu for how quickly he moved away from you

They shut up when you turn your glare on them, but since you should start caring less about the opinions of demons, you continue on your way without another word

You think you hear them groan with a few more laughs thrown in, but you stick to your guns and move on

(It's Gwi-Ma telling them you're the other target. Everyone but Baby hates that. Baby thinks it's funny, while Jinu had his fears confirmed)

You don't get far through the alley before you see three girls crouched around a box—picking up packets suspiciously similar to the one you stole off of that guy

Looking at it and seeing it's a tonic from your quack doctor, you figure it's something they think they need and decide to give it back

They are a little weary, both from trying to act like normal people and learning that guy somehow stole a tonic from them, but drop their guard pretty quickly

You have an appointment with the quack doctor (Rumi was not impressed to hear your reason for picking him)

Mira finds you amusing (threatening the group of boys, stealing their tonic back by accident and proving the doctor isn't worth shit are all a little too funny to her)

You seem super uninterested in them being Hunter/x so you probably don't even know they're famous (really Gwi-Ma's told you who they are the moment they appeared and you want to get away from them as soon as possible)

You're about to part ways when you all start hearing music coming from back the way you came

Since you arrived 30mins early to your appointment, you let curiosity get the best of you and follow the girls to the plaza

The mood between you all instantly sours when you see the boys from before start singing

Especially yours with Gwi-Ma laughing in your head

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"Not these fucking demons again."

"It's those stupid jerks again—wait what?"

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In between watching the performance and prodding you, the girls learn you already know they're demon hunters and can see the Saja Boys patterns

It makes them extremely suspicious of you and plan to interrogate you before going to "Play Games With Us!" to kill the Saja Boys

Gwi-Ma notices them slowly closing around you and starts yelling in your head to get the fuck out of there

You just hate them both and think answering the Hunters questions will possibly get them off your ass so you can go back home sooner

You have no real faith in this plan, but you refuse to go on the run from Hunters again. You could barely keep a job with the last three on your ass before they suddenly disappeared

They drag you over to a more secluded area before they start grilling you with questions

Who are you? How can you see the Saja Boys patterns? What do you know about the Honmoon? How much do you know about Huntr/x?

You answer all to the best of your abilities without giving away anything Gwi-Ma wouldn't know so he can't use anything against you

It goes fine for the most part, but when they start asking how you know all this information you have no idea how to tell them

You really don't want to deal with another group of Hunters chasing after you for having Gwi-Ma stuck in your head, but not answering makes you more suspicious than you already are

The demon king himself is whispering in your ear different lies you could tell them instead of the truth, but you know lying itself would make your life harder if they ever figured it out

You doubt Gwi-Ma wouldn't use that to his advantage at some point

No option is good, so you just bite the bullet and choose the one that hopefully inconveniences the demon the most

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The moment the words exit your mouth, the area falls silent. The girls expressions steel, immediately becoming hard to read, but their eyes give them away. Rumi and Mira rake your form, looking for any exposed patches of skin you may have, while Zoey's stay trained on your eyes. You know what they're looking for, but you don't know if they’ll be satisfied with the conclusion. The last weren't.

The tension in the air would be enough to choke you if you hadn't gone through this before—arguably with Hunters more menacing than the three in front of you. With each passing moment, all you can do is mentally prepare yourself for another life never knowing if you'll wake up the next time you fall asleep. For as long as your willing to put of with Gwi-Ma, you don't think you have it in you to run from Hunters anymore.

"We could be free of all this pain, if you just give in..."

Gwi-Ma voice echoes throughout your head, but you refuse to acknowledge him outside a twitch of your brow.

Zoey is the first to break the silence, her voice restrained of her usual energy—completely devoid of any emotion to give her away, "Gwi-Ma... told you?"

The other girls look into your eyes

"Yeah he did. He's been in my head since I was little."

"How young?"

Your eyes trail over to Rumi, and you try to hide your surprise at how... earnest she's suddenly turned. She's still guarding her expression through layers of walls, but she's looking at you with something suspiciously close to sympathy.

"Probably around five. I don't really remember."

Zoey is soon to drop her own edge, but like Rumi still doesn't fully let her guard down. Mira only stretches out her hand and looks to your arm—a silent gesture asking to see it. You rest your arm in her hands without issue and let her check until she's satisfied.

"Why would Gwi-Ma be so fixated on you? You seem normal, if not a little insane."

You shrug your shoulders after she lets go of your arm, the unfortunate truth being something you've long since come to terms with, "I come from—"

Searing hot pain suddenly strikes through your mind, causing you to crumble to the floor clutching your head. Your cries and fall startle the girls in front of you, their guard dropping as they frantically try to figure out what's going on with you.

"Hey! What happened?"

"Are you alright? What's going on?"

"Are we sure they're not tricking us?"

"Look at them! Does this look fake to you!?"

"I don't know! This is so sudden I don't know what's happening!"

"What if this is Gwi-Ma's doing?"

Their voices muddle together as the pain rises, until you can't focus on the words they're saying past your own screeching. Your hands dig into your head and your press yourself further into the pavement, like you're trying to claw away at the source of your agony.

"You will not be telling them anything about your powers. They are mine to use. I refuse to allow the Hunters another chance to gaze into the future. They cannot help you, so be quiet."

Gwi-Ma's voice pierces your skull, like he’s etching his words into your brain so you never forget the affect he has on your life. Though, even in turmoil, you've never been one to bend to his whims.

Through the cacophony of white noise and the electric fire burning your veins, you try to think of someway to inform the girls of what's happening—potentially even answer their previous question. Each straying thought is punished with another jolt through your whole body, but you don't relent. There's no way to get out a single sentence through the nerve searing torture you're currently in, but you’re struck with the memory of someone who could.

"C-Celine."

As you choke out the woman's name, all pain immediately ceases. You lay limp on the floor, covered in a layer of your own sweat as the demon grumbles into the back of your mind.

The girls had moved to nearly around you, arms hovering not knowing if they should touch you or not, but the mention of their mentor sends confusion through all of them. Until Rumi remembers a conversation she had with her a long time ago.

"Wait, are you the seer Celine told me about?"

You, Mira, and Zoey whip your heads to her in shock. Mira and Zoey for not having heard of this seemingly important person sooner, while you're surprised Celine neither warned the other girls or drill into Rumi how dangerous you could be.

Said girl helps you up from your position on the floor to lean against one of the walls in the alley. Her eyes scan you from head to toe as she does so, becoming more convinced in her assessment as she does so.

"You match Celine's physical description. You just look a little older, but I guess it has been a few years since she told me."

Despite your will, getting tortured by Gwi-Ma is something you'd rather avoid for as long as possible... or forever, so you only nod in confirmation.

"Woah Rumi hold on."

Mira moves closer to her to place a hand on her shoulder, her eyes flicking between you both in bewilderment, "A seer? Why haven't we been told about their existence before? That's not someone you just forget to mention."

Rumi shrugs, her voice wavering under Mira's gaze, "It was so long ago and Celine never brought them up again. I think she felt bad for how she acted and only told me to keep an eye out."

You almost snort at her statement. The thought of Celine—the woman who nearly killed you on the spot—feeling guilty over how she treated you is laughable. You'd eat the soot of Gwi-Ma's flames before you believed she could ever feel remorse for you.

Zoey suddenly springs forward, barely leaving any space between you, "So you can see the future?"

You start to crumble at how close she is. Her wide eyes stare into yours with a level of anticipation that hasn't been directed at you since you were divining. The other girls listen in with the same level of interest. It's starting to make you uncomfortable.

"I guess. I haven't done it in a while with the demon king living in my head rent free."

That brings them back to the reality of your situation. Zoey visibly deflates, her next words coming out mumbled as she looks down.

"Yeah, it's probably the best you don't do that with him around."

Mira rolls her eyes, "How can you live with that monster in your head. Must be terrible."

You don't get to respond before Rumi launches her own question, her face displaying a level of sincerity you're finding hard to comprehend, "So… how are you doing? Having him in your head since you were five and not giving in must have been exhausting."

You're stunned at their complete change in attitude. They were ready to tear your throat out at a moments notice. One wrong move from you and you wouldn't still be here, but their entire stance changes as soon as Celine is mentioned to have felt sorry for you? For a situation she helped perpetuate?

It's honestly pissing you off.

You ignore the chuckles reverberating through your mind, solely focused on the girls looking at you like you're a charity case, "Right now, I'm on my last box of instant noodles, I'm about to lose the water, and I've just been demoted at my job. I wouldn't be surprised if I'm fired soon though, this is the longest I've held a job so far." The girls look like they're about to cry, but you frankly don't care, "So yes, it is terrible having this pissant as a freeloader in my own mind, but I don't need any of you to help me. I've been fine on my own for over twenty years. I didn't need your pity then, and I don't need it now."

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Now they're panicking, trying to undo the hurt they didn't even know know they were doing

You don't listen to them though, just wanting to get away from them and go back home

The girls let you without much of a fight. They don't want to make anything worse

While you go back home and sulk (rescheduling your doctors appointment as soon as you can), they immediately get Celine on the phone and demand to know more information about you

Though she delays giving them a straight answer once she hears that the Saja Boys are demons and tells them all to focus

So they leave to go prepare deal with the demons after the game show

Meanwhile, Gwi-Ma turns his gaze back to the Saja Boys to inform them what just happened

The boys are less than enthused they now have to compete with the Hunters to get your attention, but it's at least easier knowing you don't like them either

During their clash at the bathhouse, neither group brings you up in fear of aggravating the other side more, but they don't hold back afterwards

This starts the race to see which group wins you over first, while you're trying to avoid both groups (and failing miserably)

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Love the idea that Rumi writes the world's most sappy, tooth rotting sweet love song for the reader's birthday and she goes big with it bc of course she does. Like she gets help from Zoey and Mira, Rents a whole 5 star restaurant and it's the most romantic thing Zoey and Mira has ever seen.

At the end of the night, when reader thank Rumi for a amazing birthday when they all get home, Rumi says, "Of course you're my best friend, you deserve nothing less than the best!". Zoey and Mira nearly have a stroke cause why the fuck is Rumi still calling reader her best friend after the most romantic night ever.

Birthday Date

I know you didn't necessarily frame this as a full on request, but I just had to, mate. This was too good of an idea to not dive all in on.

Tags: Rumi/Reader, Actor!Reader, Fluff, Dates, these two are so in love it makes them stupid, Mira and Zoey are totally normal about your relationship.

WC: 3600

Rumi had been planning this for months in advance.

She had gone all out on it. Everything, down to the smallest, most insignificant detail, had been taken into account and carefully, meticulously, planned to ensure that today was perfect. It was for your birthday, after all, you deserved nothing less than the best from her.

She created a song for you, just for you—too intimate for the whole world to hear, it was a song meant only for you and her—spent so many weeks trying to find the words to express just how much she loved you, how much she adored you.

Lyric after lyric, she painstakingly wove together verses expressing the raw adoration she held for you.

You were the sun and the moon to her; you were stardust itself, lovingly handcrafted into human form. The Galatea of the Stars. You were her Aphrodite, born from celestial seafoam, and Rumi would fall upon your altar in fervent worship if you only asked.

Every word you spoke, every look you gave her pulled at the strings of her heart and soul. She wanted nothing more than to wrap you in her arms, to hide you away in her chest, beneath her ribs, so that you could make your home within her heart.

But a song alone wasn’t nearly enough of a gift for you as far as she was concerned, and what Rumi did next had, undoubtedly, been inspired by rather unfortunate circumstances.

One of your co-stars had decided to take you out for dinner a few weeks before your birthday. You had told Rumi as such over one of your nightly video calls, acting like nothing was out of the ordinary with that, talking about how nice of a dinner it had been, and how sweet your co-star had been.

Rumi was smiling during the entire call, telling you how happy she was to hear you had so much fun, asking about what you had, and how the rest of your day had gone. You going out to eat with other actors or others on the production crew was hardly anything new. It was no different from Rumi having the occasional meal with other idols.

It was only once the call had ended that Mira and Zoey got to see Rumi seething with jealousy, determined to outdo whatever your co-star had been trying.

(“Can you blame her?” Mira had whispered, to Zoey as they watched Rumi pacing the living room, absolutely fuming after that call, “anyone would be furious if they heard someone else had tried taking their partner on a dinner date.”)

He wanted to take you out to dinner? Well, Rumi could do that, too. She could do it better.

She knew you better than he did. She knew what your favorite restaurant was; something she was sure he didn’t. It was a bit high class—more than a bit—and though it was reservations only, you two had always enjoyed going there together when your schedules allowed.

The only problem was that whenever you two went there—or really went anywhere for that matter—without fail there were always fans of hers or yours that would shyly approach your table, or try to discretely take photos of you two from their own. Usually, Rumi didn’t mind that.

But during your birthday dinner?

She didn’t want your combined fanbases to interrupt or distract from the event.

This had to be private. This needed to be intimate, just you and her, as if you two were the only ones in the whole world.

So, Rumi did the sensible thing; she rented the entire restaurant for the night.

“Isn’t that going a bit far?” Zoey had asked her when Rumi had gotten off the phone with the restaurant’s owner, confirming that there would be no one else but you and her that night. “I mean, the gesture is incredibly sweet—but a whole restaurant?”

Rumi had stared at her, head tilted in confusion, not understanding how excessive that had been. “I don’t want anyone interrupting us, plus it just being the two of us will fit the atmosphere better.”

It was the most logical thing to do; she didn’t understand why Zoey was so confused by that.

Mira looked up from the catalog of dresses she was going through for Rumi—because if she was going this extravagant for a birthday dinner, Mira had a responsibility to make sure her girl was dressed accordingly—and shook her head. “You always tend to go above and beyond; but this is a bit excessive, even for you.”

“You two are making this sound like it’s a bigger deal than it is,” Rumi huffed, already scrolling through the contacts on her phone.

There was still so much to do. Flower orders she needed to check on, gifts she had ordered that were still in delivery. She didn’t have time to humor them right now. “Zoey, you still going to help me with decorations?”

Recovering from her shock at the restaurant, Zoey lurched forward in her seat, half-sprawling forward across the couch with newfound energy. “Of course! We’ll have the house decked out from top to bottom in the birthday decals!”

Sure, she might be a little put off by how extreme Rumi might get—but extreme was typically the norm for her, and Zoey was just as eager to make sure this date went perfectly.

When the big day arrived, well—Rumi had of course dedicated the entire day to you.

You had arrived in the city the night before, having managed to get a few days off from work to rest—to spend with Rumi—before filming resumed. Rumi was already at the airport long before the plane landed, waiting for you, eager and anxious both.

The moment you saw her in the lobby, you two had run into each other’s arms, holding each other, smothering each other in kisses as if you hadn’t seen each other in years instead of the two months it had been.

You knew for sure you were home when Rumi had pressed her forehead to yours in the middle of that lobby and whispered, her voice thick with emotion, “I missed you.”

The way your heart had melted.

Though you had your own apartment in the city you could have returned to, you had spent the night with Rumi in Huntr/x’s own penthouse, as you did so many times before. Had fallen asleep tangled up in each other’s arms.

Only place either of you want to be, really.

Sleeping over had, more importantly, meant that when morning came, Rumi could surprise you immediately by starting off your birthday with your favorite breakfast.

She may not have been the best cook in the group, but Rumi had been practicing in the weeks leading up to that day so that when she brought you breakfast in bed, she could be confident that the food she fed you was good.

Honestly, she could have fed you food so overcooked it was charcoal; you’d still eat and ask for seconds, simply because Rumi made you it.

After breakfast was when all of Rumi’s plans really kicked off. She had an entire itinerary planned for where to take you and what to do.

Were there any events you had mentioned wanting to see during your nightly calls? Places you liked visiting? Activities you enjoyed doing? Rumi had it all planned. No matter what, today would just be for you and Rumi.

And Mira and Zoey, who were very intently following the two in secret.

Cut them some slack; they’ve been invested in this ‘secret relationship’ from the start.

“They’re so cute!” Zoey had squealed from her seat at the cafés outdoor table, propping her head on her hands as she watched the scene unfolding across the street.

You and Rumi were seated on a park bench eating some ice cream while you took a break from your walk. Some of the ice cream had gotten on your cheek, and rather than wiping it off your face, Rumi leaned in and cleaned it with a kiss, leaving you red faced and giggling.

“Where did Rumi learn to be so smooth?”

Mira rolled her eyes, but even she had an amused smile at the antics of you two, having flashbacks of the of the last ‘ice cream date’ she had third wheeled for you had gone. She still fondly recalled how Rumi had thrown a guy into a pond that day.

“Ice cream and parks, I swear that’s practically their go to date,” she said amusedly.

And be fair, it was a classic kind of date.

Zoey snatched Mira by the arm, practically vibrating in her seat, “They’re cuddling. How are they so cute?” she whispered, grinning wide when you wrapped an arm around Rumi’s shoulders, pulling her in and letting you two lean against each other while you chatted.

On the park bench you had rested your head against Rumi’s, arm still wrapped around her, watching other pedestrians walking the park trails.

You had missed this. You had missed her.

Of course, you loved your work, you loved the travel, the people you got to work with, and the roles you got to play. You enjoyed being a part of stories that could touch the hearts of so many people. But that meant you had to be pulled away from Rumi, and often for long periods of time.

Each time you had to get on that plane and leave; it felt like a piece of your heart, a piece of your soul, was left behind, leaving you feeling incomplete until you and Rumi were reunited again.

Rumi felt the same, when she left for concerts, or when you left for filming, a piece of her was always taken with you.

She was talking, telling you about this or that on one of her concerts, about her latest event, and you just watched her, as if you were trying to memorize every detail of her face, feeling your heart swell with love.

You could spend the rest of your life doing nothing but watching her and feel content.

Unable to control yourself, and without any sort of warning, you interrupted her with a kiss pressed to her cheek.

“Sorry,” you had laughed, wholly unapologetic about it, when Rumi turned to look at you, one hand cradling where you had kissed her. “You were too cute; I couldn’t help it.”

“You're the one who’s too cute,” Rumi murmured in return, a sappy smile spreading across her face.

Even from where they were, Mira and Zoey could see the lovestruck look you two were giving each other.

Really, how in the world did you two think your relationship was any kind of secret when you were incapable of not acting like a couple? Did you two just think that if you didn’t verbally acknowledge it then no one would know?

Because if so, you two were wrong, because everyone was noticing.

It was a question for Mira and Zoey dwell on later, because you two had begun moving—hand in hand as expected—heading out to reach what was next on the agenda.

Quickly finishing their own drinks, they resumed putting their years of training with Celine to good practice to follow you.

They kept at a safe distance, watching you two being unbearably cute, snapping pictures and taking videos (“You’re almost as bad as the fans.” “I can’t help it, they’re adorable!”) and always remaining just out of sight whenever Rumi managed pulled her eyes off of you for more than five seconds.

The day was spent in simplicity, rather surprising by how fervently Rumi had been planning everything. There had been a trip to the aquarium (they almost lost you and Rumi when Zoey got distracted by the exhibits), watching a street performances, visiting stores just to window shop.

It was clear that what mattered wasn’t so much the things you two were doing, but that they were being done with each other. Perhaps the real birthday gift was just the quality time together.

As the sun began to set, it became time for the finale event of the day.

Dinner, just you and her.

Rumi had led you, blindfolded, into the restaurant, giddy with excitement. This was the highlight of the day, the culmination of all her work, and she was so eager to see your eyes light up with surprise and joy.

Which was exactly what she got when the blindfold came off.

You stared in awe at the empty restaurant. The front of the restaurant was covered in birthday decorations—courtesy of Zoey and Mira who had spent several hours the night prior putting everything up with the restaurant staff while you and Rumi were hanging off each other in the penthouse.

They had hung party streamers from the ceiling , had balloons in your favorite colors tied along the walls, confetti trailing the floor like rose petals, and a large light-up Happy Birthday sign front and center with photos of you and bouquets of your favorite flowers surrounding it.

A host greeted the two of you with an air of formality that contrasted the vibrant birthday glitter surrounding him, and led you two to your usual table, already set and ready for your arrival.

If the front had the blatant image of birthday fun, then your table was set for nothing short of pure, raw romance.

The lights were dimmed and there were candles situated to provide mood lighting. Soft romantic instrumentals playing quietly above. A bottle of chilled champagne and glasses ready for you both on the table.

“She really went all out on the atmosphere,” Mira whispered as she and Zoey hunkered in the kitchen, watching the lovebirds through the doors’ window. “We were here all night and not once did anyone mention busting out candles and wine.”

“I mean…would it really be a dinner date without it?”

“Good point. Can’t wine and dine without the wine.”

The two continued to watch you and Rumi from the kitchen, faces pressed against the glass as you and Rumi chatted. You two were looking so damn unbelievably soft at each other, it was almost enough to make someone jealous.

(“Excuse me…excuse me? I need to get through, please,” a waiter pleaded behind them.)

The first three courses of dinner had been filled with chatter, laughter, and blatantly obvious yearning looks, but once the main entrée had been finished, that was when the overhead music faded away and a host brought over Rumi’s guitar.

She already had a fantastic voice, that went without saying. So it came as no surprise that the love song she had written for you had everyone in the building swooning. The host. The waiters. The cooks. Even Mira and Zoey barely holding it together themselves.

And you?

Being the intended target, you had no chance of standing your ground. By the time the song was over, you’d raised an arm to cover your face, pointedly looking away so Rumi couldn’t see how vibrantly red you were.

Once the song was over and her guitar safely relocated so it was out of the way, Rumi's hand reached for yours, her thumb rubbing circles across the back of your hand.

“You’re the most important person in my life, you know that, right?” she whispered, staring at you like you were all that was golden in the universe.

Your face was still flushed, but you didn’t pull away from her touch.

Rather, you leaned into it, turning your hand so that your palms touched and fingers interlocked, so that you were holding on to her just as much as she held you.

“Am I? Or are you just saying that to get a favor?” you had asked teasingly, though the tremble in your voice was unmistakable.

Your joke brought a laugh from Rumi, and she held your hand tighter, her smile unfaltering. “I’m serious—I love you so, so much. Having you in my life was the greatest thing to happen to me,” you brought sense to her life, brought joy to it when she was at her lowest, taught her what it felt like to be loved so unconditionally, “I’m pretty sure I’d die if you weren’t in it anymore.”

Your breath hitched when she said that—oh the things Rumi did to your heart, without even trying.

The things you did to hers.

“Lucky for you,” your voice was hushed, a quiet prayer in its own right, “I can’t stand the thought of life without you either.”

Lucky her, indeed.

Oh, how she wanted you, every piece of you, to cradle you close to her heart.

You were hers, and she was yours, had always been, since the day you two had met. When you weren’t with her, wrapped safe and tight in her arms at night, you were with her in her dreams instead.

You were her missing piece, the answer to every question she’s had.

Rumi loved you like the sun loved the moon, loved you like Orpheus loved Eurydice. Loved you before she even knew how to love herself.

She raised your joined hands, turning them so she could press a kiss to each of your knuckles, murmuring "I love you,” between each. Each kiss a confession, each kiss a promise, each kiss saying everything she couldn’t bring to words. She never wanted to let go.

In the kitchen, Zoey was clinging to Mira, her face burning and her eyes watering. She was hardly the only one like that; the cooks and waiters had huddled around them at the kitchen door, misty-eyed and watching the display you and Rumi were making through that one small window.

"Why are they so damn sappy?" Zoey whispered.

Mira was doing a pretty good job of not looking half as affected by you and Rumi compared to the others, though her words had a stiffness to them when she spoke. “Because they’re idiots and in love."

All good things must come to an end and this was no different.

As the final hours of evening came to a close, you and Rumi came stumbling back into the penthouse, leaning against each other, giggling. Red-faced, lips not so subtly bruised, and drunk on each other’s presence, neither noticed Mira and Zoey already waiting for them at the couch.

They had left you two to your privacy in the restaurant at what they had thought was the end of your date, just so they could get home before either of you could suspect anything was amiss.

That had been two hours ago.

What you two had been doing for those two hours was anyone’s guess, though they had their suspicions.

Regardless, the two were playing it cool, looking like they’d been at home all day watching movies, pretending they hadn’t been following the two of you for most of your date. Yet even then they both watched your return like hawks.

“Welcome back,” Zoey was the first to greet you town, smiling wide, her tone too casual. “Did you guys have a good time out?”

As if she even had to ask, even if she hadn’t seen most of it first hand, it was obvious by the state you two were in now that you had a very good time.

"Oh, it was wonderful,” you had gushed, your head resting against Rumi’s shoulder—Mira hid her smirk behind a drink when she caught sight of a fresh bruise on your neck—looking at her with stars and adoration in your eyes. “Rumi was just—I can’t even begin to explain how great today was, how great she was.”

Rumi was no better. Lovestruck didn’t even begin to describe the way she watched you.

“It’s your birthday,” she murmured tenderly, tucking some loose strands of hair behind your ear. The way you two looked like you were going to kiss—Zoey was definitely here for that. “and you’re my best friend, of course I’m going to do everything I can to make it special.”

Mira nearly choked on her water.

“…Best friend,” Zoey echoed, looking at you and then and Rumi.

You returned her look, brows furrowed. “Yeah… best friends. We’re best friends,” you repeated slowly. “Zoey, why do you look so confused by that?”

Oh, she didn’t know… maybe because she had been so certain you two were finally going to stop pretending your relationship was secret. Because you guys had to be pretending it was platonic, right? Right?

Zoey was going to scream if you two weren’t actually playing dumb.

“She didn’t mean anything by it,” Mira had interrupted before Zoey could collect herself, quickly shifting focus away from that slip up. “You two should go get changed and join us for the movie. It’s a pretty good one, has zombies in it.”

Neither you nor Rumi pressed the issue, offering agreements as you both shuffled back to Rumi’s room.

Once alone again, the two shared a look, their feelings over the situation mirrored in each other’s face. Exasperated, confused, and beyond frustrated with you, Rumi, and the best friend comment.

“They’ll tell us when they’re ready,” Mira said, though it came out strained, through gritted teeth.

Zoey had buried her face in her hands as she collapsed against Mira.

“When they’re ready,” she repeated, biting back curses. “It’s been literal years. They just went on the most romantic date I’ve ever seen. How are they still clinging to that ‘just friends’ bit?”

It had to be a bit. Please let it just be a bit. There was no way you two could do all of that and still think it was a friend thing.

Mira closed her eyes and let out a slow, measured breath.

“They will tell us when they are ready,” she repeated, and they would wait until then—because wait was all they could do for now.

Even if the wait might actually kill them.

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So funny that Andrew attempted to side-step emotions by boiling it down to ‘I would blow you’, only to find that Neil doesn’t understand sexual feelings without emotions attached lmao he sees right through it immediately

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book 3, chapter 1

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Porcelain dress, porcelain flesh Maybe you can break me But I can still remake me

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Obligatory rujinu aquarium date fanart🫧🐠

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Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner, Dessert...etc

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Old mosaics that still feel kinda relevant to locals 🐟 Ever since @_leevolt_ came up with this amazing mosaic brush I wanted to use it for a ridiculously big fresco kind of illu

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My beloved (Ixora)

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Funerals

Queen of Asgard

Ravager

Savior of the Universe

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Utterly Relaxed Leopard

Photographer: Irene Nathanson

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Her Childhood Friend

Tags: Mira/Reader, Idol!Reader, Childhood Friends, Alt Version to This

WC: 2500

“We’re going to be friends forever, right?” you had asked her once.

“Of course we are!”

When Mira had said that, she hadn’t meant for it to become a lie. But it had.

You and Mira had been friends for years. Her parents never approved of you, and to Mira, that made you so much cooler, made her want to spend more time with you.

Her parents called you a street rat. Beneath them. Someone who’d just drag Mira down to your own level. She thought you were cool. You were scrappy, you always bounced back no matter how hard life knocked you down. Battered and bruised, you’d get back on your feet and keep going, rearing for another round.

A part of her couldn’t help but admire that resilience.

You two had plans and dreams together. You were going to become famous. Idols. The two of you would practice together every chance you got, mimicking the dances from music videos, singing along to songs, creating your own choreography. Out of everyone in her life, you were the only one who not only encouraged Mira to dance, but challenged her to work harder.

The two of you had planned to take the music industry by storm.

She had thought you were her closest friend.

But so many of Mira’s friends had been fake, only interested in her because of her family, what her family could give, never for her. You were her best friend—she should have trusted that you were different. She should have trusted that your friendship was real—

But in the end the voices had won, her distrust and suspicion had won.

There was no final words, no warning, no anything. Mira cut contact with you abruptly, ghosted you in every way she could.

Pretended not to feel the sting of guilt and regret.

Pretended that she didn’t miss you every time she danced or sang. Pretended each memory of you didn’t leave her feeling twisted up inside.

Only a few months later Mira began auditions to become an idol. The time she spent training to debut under Huntr/x alongside Zoey and Rumi, and the time spent training to weaponize the Honmoon, to fight back against the demons; it made it easier for her to put those thoughts of you out of mind.

After debuting, when her life became busy with concerts and events, with training and fighting—eventually you became little more than an echo in the back of her mind. The pain and longing buried deep enough to ignore.

Only for it all to be thrown back at her years later when Mira found herself staring at you.

A new pop group had debuted recently, and while Mira hadn’t had interest in them at first, that had all changed when she saw a video of one of their interviews by chance while scrolling social media. She had nearly dropped her phone, her heart stilling in her chest—

Because you were there.

You were seated next to the other girls of the group, dressed up to match the aesthetic, and smiling politely at the camera. You looked so beautiful it left Mira stunned. You’d always been attractive, that was just simple fact, but now—

She shook her head before those thoughts could fester.

As you began talking, answering whatever question the interviewer had asked, Mira found herself captivated. You mentioned how your childhood had been a bit rough, how you spent every day dancing as a way to escape, having dreamt of becoming an idol one day—how happy you were for that dream to have finally be made true.

There was an ache in her chest, remembering clearly all the nights the two of you would spend listening to music, talking about how you two would become idols together.

Swallowing hard, Mira tapped at the screen, like a masochist searching for pain, she sought out more videos of your group, feeling the ache in her chest growing with each clip she found.

You had always been a good dancer, able to match Mira step for step when you were together. But now?

You were far better than she ever remembered. Clearly more than deserving of your role as the groups lead dancer. It was clear that you kept practicing even after Mira left you. There was so much grace in your movements, so much fluidity. You were mesmerizing to watch.

Suddenly there was a weight beside her. “What are you watching?” Zoey asked as she collapsed next to Mira on the couch, leaning against her to peer at her screen. Her eyes lit up. “Oh! Is that the new pop group? Their music is really good, isn’t it?”

Mira swallowed hard, “They’re…okay,” she muttered, her eyes not leaving you.

After that, Mira tried her best to brush it off, to put you out of mind once more. But you seemed stubbornly intent to do the opposite, to not be forgotten again.

Everywhere she looked—there you were.

No matter where she went there were posters and flyers advertising local shows and events, billboards showcasing the group with you staring down at her, clips and videos in her recommendation feeds whenever she went online.

She couldn’t escape you.

She couldn’t escape this tangled writhing mess of feelings in her chest whenever she caved and played one of your videos, watching you dance and sing. Wondering what it would have been like if you two had been part of the same group as you had originally planned.

It was driving her mad.

Everything came to a head one evening after weeks of torturing herself over it, when both your group and hers had been invited to participate on a game show together. It would be the first time in years Mira would have seen you in person, hear you in person.

She had been looking forward to it more than she had expected when she heard what group they’d be co-oping with. A hope to be able to talk to you, to finally put this storm inside of her to rest.

Only for that hope to be crushed when you barely so much as looked at her through the entire show.

You had remained polite to Huntr/x in general, smiles and pleasantries while your groups were pitted against each other for a silly trivia game.

But not once did you address Mira directly. You spoke to Rumi and Zoey, you talked with them, but the only time you spoke to her was when you spoke to all of Huntr/x.

Even when Mira reached out first, attempted to strike up something of a conversation, you only gave her generically polite responses for the camera before redirecting your attention to someone else.

Mira hadn’t expected that to hurt so much.

It was painfully clear you wanted nothing to do with her, that you were just as keen to cut her out as Mira had been to you all those years ago. And sure, she probably deserved the cold shoulder you were intent to give her, she wasn’t going to pretend she didn’t.

But that didn’t change the fact that she wanted to talk to you—and Mira was nothing if not stubborn.

It didn’t take much to convince Rumi and Zoey to lend a hand in distracting the rest of your group after the show, and once you were isolated from the rest; that was when Mira attacked.

Using her training as a hunter, she had followed you into the dressing room without a sound, you only noticing her presence when the soft click of the lock echoed in the quiet room.

You turned to face her, brief surprise quickly smothered down with something far more unreadable. “You aren’t supposed to be in here.”

Mira crossed her arms over her chest, “Well, I’m here anyway,” and inwardly cringed at how unintentionally harsh it had come out. That hadn’t been her intent. Clearing her throat, she gripped her arms tighter, nails digging into biceps. “Look—can we just talk, please?”

A few seconds of silence fell between the two of you as you studied Mira, your brows furrowed.

“I’m sorry. You want to talk?” you said it with a light scoff, “I thought you had made it pretty clear that you weren’t interested in talking to me ever again.”

The way you had said it had been like a slap to the face. “It wasn’t—” she couldn’t even finish.

It wasn’t what? What could Mira possibly say that wouldn’t be a bold-faced lie?

You watched her for a moment longer before turning around and grabbing your bag from where it was stored. “That’s what I thought,” you had mumbled.

Mira could do nothing but watch helplessly as you gathered your things

After a few moments, you let out a long sigh. “I’m not mad at you, you know” you said, your back still turned to Mira.

She raised her head to look at you.

“I’m not mad,” you continued, your voice a tad strained in a way that Mira couldn’t tell if that meant you were lying or tired. “I mean, I get it. Our friendship wasn’t going to work out, we were fooling ourselves as kids to think otherwise. We were from different worlds, and at the end of the day, I just wasn’t going to be good enough.”

You weren’t—was that what you thought Mira’s reasoning had been?

That for some reason you weren’t good enough for her? You—who had always gone above and beyond to cheer her up when she was down, who was there for her more than anyone else when everything with Mira’s family got too much, who always made time for Mira no matter how short-notice it might be—were somehow not enough?

You had been enough; you had been more than enough. That had never even been a question, if anything—

“I’m the one who wasn’t good enough,” Mira said quickly.

You turned to face her, finally face her, and Mira felt her walls crumbling beneath your wide eyed gaze.

“It was never whether or not you were good enough for me,” she admitted, her voice trembling, “I thought you were going to end up like everyone else who wanted to be my friend—I know that it’s stupid, I know that you never would have, but—I pushed you away because I was scared that I could get hurt.”

Even now, after all these years, she felt ashamed to say it out loud. To admit that she pushed you away because of her own paranoia.

“You ghosted me for years…because you thought I might be a fake friend.”

It wasn’t a question, you were simply echoing back what she had said, as if you were trying to process her confession, as if you were trying to decode some secret message.

All Mira could do was nod, unable to speak.

You pressed your back to the wall and slowly slid down to the floor, burying your face in your hands. Mira thought you were going to be angry, or maybe upset over that revelation. She hoped you weren't about to cry.

Your friendship ended over something so seemingly shallow—she’d be furious if she were in your shoes.

She hadn’t expected you to start laughing.

“Shit,” you said, muffling your laughter in your hands, your head still lowered. “I should have realized that’d be why… You always had issues with pushing people away…of course that’s why you’d ditch me.”

Maybe under different circumstances, Mira might have felt offended.

But she couldn’t even muster an argument as she watched you continue to laugh to yourself, as if their friendship ending because Mira had been a scared kid was the funniest thing in the world.

Maybe it was, and she just didn’t understand the joke.

As your laughter slowly subsided, Mira’s gaze fell to your bag laying limp at your feet. Her eyes widened slightly as she caught sight of the small keychain and the old, scuffed up plush mascot hanging from it.

“You kept it?”

She had given you that keychain back when the two of you had still been small, before you two were even teenagers.

It had been some lazy afternoon, you two went to schools on opposite ends of the city but there was this one old arcade that was situated in nearly the exact middle of the two. It had often served as a meeting ground for the both of you because of that, and that day had been no different.

You two had spent an hour at one of its capsule machines, blowing all the pocket money you both had trying to win something from it. That stupid little keychain had been the sole prize, won with the last of Mira’s coins.

Even if it had been years ago, she could clearly remember how proud she had felt winning it, could remember how prouder still she had been to present it to you as a gift, claiming that she didn’t want it, so it was better that you took it instead.

In reality, she just wanted to be able to win you something.

For you to have kept it all this time…

You lifted your head from your hands to follow her gaze, a warm smile spreading across your face. “Of course I kept it, you gave it to me.”

And oh.

Oh, the things that simple admittance did to Mira’s heart.

Mira joined you on the floor, hanging her head low. “I’m sorry,” she whispered as she drew her legs up to her chest. What else could she say but sorry?

Your hand reached out, tugging lightly at the hem or her sleeve. “You don’t need to apologize. We were stupid kids making stupid decisions back then,” you were equally quiet as you continued to pick and play with the soft fabric. “Like I said, I’m not mad at you over it.”

“’Not mad’ says the girl giving me the cold shoulder all day.”

You snorted, your shoulders shaking slightly. “I didn’t know where we stood, and it would have been weird if I just acted like these last years never happened. As far as I knew, you wanted to pretend we were never friends to begin with.”

Mira’s chest clenched—she had tried for a while. She’d be lying if she said that she had been doing a damn good job of pretending before you resurfaced in her life. She’d be lying if she said the thought of doing that again didn’t feel like knives in her heart.

“…Do you think we could be friends again?” Mira’s voice was so small as she said that, afraid of the answer, afraid that she was overstepping. That it was too soon. Just because you two were sitting here together didn’t mean you would want to be friends with someone who threw you away the moment she started to have doubts.

You deserved better than that.

You leaned your head against her shoulder. “I’d like that,” you murmured, chasing away her fears with a few words as if it were the easiest thing in the world. The pad of your finger brushed against the back of Mira’s wrist. “I’ve missed you.”

Mira’s hand moved, freeing itself from your touch just so she could hold your hand in her own, her thumb brushing against your knuckles as she tilted her head to press it against yours.

“I’ve missed you too.” She’s missed you so much it hurt.

The two of you sat together on that dingy floor like that as silence fell over the room.

There were so many things the both of you wanted to say, still needed to say, but no words came. Neither were willing to break the silence, it was as if this quiet moment was the most sacred thing to exist.

You two would have to leave and return to your own groups eventually, but for now they just wanted to stay like this. Basking in the silence, in each other’s presence in the sense of comfort—the sense of home—that the found in the other.

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