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They’re watching a horror movie (Zoey’s turn to pick)

Zoey picks the movies she knows will scare the other two girls in order to get them to come to her room so they can cuddle

I hc that Mira can handle a good horror movie until it has a lot of gore, then she gets squeamish.

Rumi is more scared of body horror

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cuties patooties

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Never kissed before

The evening is peaceful, the soft hum of music floating through the kitchen as Zoey’s playlist plays in the background. The lights overhead cast a warm glow across the room, and the air feels light with the quiet of the night. Zoey had set the playlist earlier, intending to help her focus, said the studio was driving her insane, the blank pages of her notebook mocking her. So, she moved into the kitchen. But now the music lingers, a delicate presence in the air.

Zoey has long retreated back to the studio, leaving the soft melodies behind, and Mira and Rumi sit on the couch, tucked beneath a shared blanket. They’ve been watching a recording of their earlier rehearsal, but Mira, ever the perfectionist, has shifted their attention to something else—a concert performance by another group. She points animatedly at the screen, her eyes bright and excited as she talks about the way the performer moves. Pointing out the acting during a particular number. This is a rare look for her, unguarded and openly excited. Rumi savours moments like these.

The concert is a good blend of dancing and performing. Mira points and speaks and gesticulates and Rumi nods along. She’s following along but this is not the part of the process she has much input on. Except for, “yearning?”

Mira nods, entirely too serious when she says, “yes, you can see it in his eyes.”

Rumi shoots her a look then turns back to the screen. She tilts her head, unsure. Rumi watches the performer, then turns back to Mira. “Yearning?” She rubs the back of her neck, thoughtful. “I see focus. Intensity, maybe. But yearning? I don’t know.”

“Aw, come on,” Mira huffs and moves closer, bumping their shoulders. The touch sending a small jolt through Rumi. She rewinds and pauses, reaching to drink from her glass. A light and fruity drink Zoey had brought over for her. She points at the screen, “look at his expression, look at how he’s reaching forward, the way he’s slightly hunched, it’s written all over him. There’s so much longing in his eyes,” Mira says, voice full of passion. “You can see it in the way he moves—this pull, this craving. It’s like he's holding back just to create that tension before the kiss.”

Rumi chuckles, shaking her head. “I’ll take your word for it, then.”

Mira rolls her eyes, but there’s an easy smile on her lips, a small glint of affection. She’s only mildly annoyed. “The whole song is about the feeling before a kiss. Trust me. It’s there. The whole song is about that moment before a kiss—the waiting, the wanting, tension and exhilaration—can see it in how he shifts, how he leans in, the craving. You can see all of that even in the way he carries himself, he’s acting as much as he’s dancing. There’s yearning and passion- don’t laugh!”

But they both do. They’re tired. It’s been a long day today. Her hand drifts over to Rumi’s knee, a casual touch that lingers just a little too long, sending warmth up Rumi’s leg. The gesture is simple, but Rumi can feel the weight of it, her heart fluttering in response.

The music from the kitchen changes then, becoming slower, softer, as if matching the change in the air between them. Rumi finds herself struggling to focus on the conversation, her mind distracted by Mira's presence, by the way her fingers idly trace the rim of her glass. Rumi shrugs. “I understand what you’re saying, I just don’t see it.”

“How?” Mira question, perplexed. She likes the performer, has been a fan for a long time.

Rumi briefly wonders if maybe she sees more than there is. She brushes that thought off quickly. Mira has too good of an eye for that. If Mira says it’s there, Rumi believes her. “I’ve never kissed anyone, maybe that’s why.”

Mira’s eyebrows shoot up. “Never?” She asks, her tone light but curious.

“No,” Rumi shakes her head and reaches for her own drink. Minty and refreshing. “Never.”

Mira looks at her, eyes widening in disbelief. “Seriously? Never?”

Rumi nods, her stomach flipping at the question. She can feel Mira's gaze on her, lingering and thoughtful. “Seriously.”

There’s a long pause, and Rumi feels a shift in the air, a subtle change in the way Mira is looking at her. It’s not quite playful anymore, but something deeper—something softer.

“Do you want to?” Mira asks, her voice low, almost a whisper.

Rumi chuckles, “in general? Yeah, I’d like to do that at some point.”

Mira huffs an amused laugh, “I meant, would you like to right now?”

Rumi’s heart races. She doesn’t know if it’s the question itself or the way Mira’s voice seems to linger in the space between them, but her entire body feels suddenly alert. She opens her mouth to respond, but her words catch in her throat.

She clears her throat. “Are you offering to kiss me?” Rumi asks, her voice barely a breath.

“Yes, Rumi,” Mira laughs and it’s so soft and light, it makes Rumi’s heart flutter. Something warm blooms behind her ribs. “I’m offering to kiss you. If you want that?”

Rumi looks at her for a long moment. Mira reaches over for her glass again, the motion nonchalant. Rumi’s eyes fixate on how her lips press against the rim. She feels a blush dusting her cheeks. Mira raises an eyebrow, waiting for a response.

Rumi’s pulse quickens. Her mind is spinning, her heart beating so loudly she’s sure Mira can hear it. She glances at Mira, who’s waiting, expectant. The tension between them is so thick now, it feels as though it might swallow her whole.

Rumi can’t bring herself to speak. She nods instead, just a slight movement of her head, but it feels like the world shifts in that moment.

Mira’s lips curl into a soft, teasing smirk, but there’s something else behind it, something sincere, almost vulnerable. She doesn’t move.

A beat later, Rumi stutters out a response, “yeah, okay, yes, I’d like that,” her voice breathless.

Mira’s smile deepens, her eyes softening. She sets her glass aside with a quiet clink, and then, slowly, she inches closer. The movement is deliberate, measured, as if she’s giving Rumi the time to pull away if she needs to. But Rumi doesn’t move, doesn’t pull back. She leans in just slightly, and Mira mirrors her.

The space between them is small now, their knees brushing together, their faces just inches apart. Mira reaches up with a slow, careful hand, her fingers lightly brushing the back Rumi’s neck. The touch is gentle, but it sends a shiver down Rumi’s spine. Skin buzzing at the contact.

Mira leans in, the smallest little bit. “Are you sure?” The question is whispered into the small space between them.

Rumi swallows thickly, her heart pounding in her chest. She nods, her breath catching as she looks at Mira. “I’m sure.”

Mira’s smile shifts then into something knowing and in that moment, Rumi feels the world tilt. “Okay, good.” And then, slowly, Mira closes the gap between them, her lips meeting Rumi’s with a tenderness that takes Rumi completely by surprise. She’s so gentle and it’s nothing like Rumi would have imagined kissing Mira would be like.

Not that she had imagined it before. Not until now, when about a dozen different images flashed through her mind in the second it took for Mira’s lips to meet her own. The kiss is gentle. Slow. Mira’s hand glides to the side of Rumi’s face. She strokes her thumb across her cheek. Rumi sighs into it and she can feel Mira’s lips uptick into a smile against her own.

Rumi melts.

When Mira pulls back, it’s over far too quickly and before Rumi can spare it a conscious thought she’s chasing after her. She hears a small noise of surprise from Mira when their lips meet again. Rumi has half a mind to pull away and apologise, but then Mira’s other hand finds her thing and all of Rumi’s thoughts evaporate. Mira leans in, her hand pressing more firmly into Rumi’s leg as she does.

The kiss is slow, soft, almost tentative at first. Rumi can feel the warmth of Mira’s lips, the faint taste of fruit and mint mixing, still lingering from their drinks.

Everything around them fades as the kiss deepens, just slightly, the softness turning into something more. Rumi's chest tightens, a flutter of nerves and excitement blooming in her stomach.

Mira’s hand slides to the back of Rumi’s neck again, her fingers brushing against the skin there, sending a small wave of heat through Rumi’s body. Every part of her feels alive with the contact—alive with the way Mira’s lips move against hers, so slow and deliberate, as though they have all the time in the world.

Rumi’s breath hitches as Mira pulls her in a little closer, her lips parting just enough for Rumi to feel the soft press of her tongue against the edge of her mouth. It’s gentle, almost hesitant, and Rumi’s mind spins, her senses overwhelmed by the feel of Mira—warm, soft, and close. The kiss deepens again, slow and languid, each movement drawing them in further, until Rumi feels like she’s losing herself to it. Her whole world narrowing to just the feel of Mira’s lips, her breath, the soft pressure of her body against hers.

This is more like she’d imagined kissing Mira would be like.

Every kiss is a pull and push, like an endless exchange that makes Rumi’s heart race. The heat between them builds, but it’s not rushed, not frantic. It’s the quiet intensity of something new, something raw. Rumi lets herself feel it, lets herself be consumed by the warmth of it. Mira’s thumb brushes gently over her jaw, the tender caress making Rumi sigh against her lips, a sound that seems to fuel the kiss, makes Mira lean in a little closer.

Mira’s lips move and Rumi chases after her, allowing Mira to guide hers apart. She feels every shift as Mira’s lips close again around her bottom one. This time Mira leans a little closer, she has more of Rumi’s mouth against her lips, and she kisses her deeper. It sends sparks straight to Rumi’s lap.

She feels Mira pull her in closer still. Impossibly close and yet not close enough. Mira kisses her just a little bit deeper. And Rumi lets her. Welcomes it. Every movement her lips make against Rumi’s is met with an encouraging one of her own. Every shift, every touch, every time their lips part and connect again, all of it etches itself into Rumi’s increasingly shallow breaths.

The kiss slows.

Mira’s lips part one final time for one final kiss. She leans back, eyes scanning Rumi’s.

Rumi struggles to catch her breath, chest tight, her heart hammering. She’s left with a longing that pulses in her veins, like a hunger she hadn’t known existed until now.

Mira’s gaze meets hers, a small, teasing smile dancing on her lips. “Was that good?” she asks, her voice soft and playful.

Rumi can barely find the words. Her breath is shallow, her pulse still racing. “Yeah,” she whispers, her voice breathless. “That was... good.” She flushes, adds a quiet, “thanks.” All of her is buzzing.

“No problem,” Mira chuckles softly, her smile warm, before she shifts back further, leaving the space between them colder than it was before. “Next time,” Mira raises her hands and wiggles her fingers, “don’t forget you’re allowed, and encouraged, to touch.”

The blush on Rumi’s cheeks burns as she nods. “Noted.” She can’t look at her when Mira laughs again.

It feels as though she’s been kissed awake, like the kiss has unraveled something deep inside her, and now, every part of her hums with the soft, persistent ache of wanting more.

This time, when Mira points back to the screen, Rumi sees what she means.

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dispatch breaking: k-pop royalty rumi and louis-vuitton ambassador mira is seen taking k-rap artist zoey out on a sunday morning walk. ARE THEY DATING? [read more]

this screencap is so fuckin funny its legit rumira just taking zoey (their kid) out for a walk like huh

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truth or dare night in which zoey falls asleep after drinking one soju bottle, rumi gets drunk and acts way too blunt without a second thought and mira is having a hard time acting casual about it

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Absolutely baby girl

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Yoko: and then Bianca-

Bianca: do not even bring me into this

Yoko: AND THEN BIANCA SAID “it’s the same thing” like what the

Bianca: BECAUSE IT IS!

Yoko: IT IS NOT ! DUDE THE … Enid. Enid.

Enid: …..

Yoko: Enid, are you even listening?? what are you doing??

Enid: huh? oh, im sorry. look, i’m trying to get into the things Wednesday is into so we have more stuff to talk about and also because i just wanna understand her more so-

Bianca: you’re reading Frankenstein??

Enid: it’s actually very good, can we talk about how Victor Frankenstein is actually my mother?

Yoko: what??

Enid: yeah, i’m drawing a bunch of funky similarities

Wednesday: i understand what you mean, and i somehow despise your mother more than i did previously

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Jane has her family and her partner come over to help her get a new bed because she's too cheap to get it delivered to her second storey condo. She lured Maura in with the pretext of brunch and did a bait-and-switch.

Her supportive family and partner? They bail. All fawning over the hot chick next door. Even Maura gives her the up-down.

But Maura is the one that drags the mattress up the stairs with Jane at the end of a long day. Maura is the one on hands and knees for Jane. No one else in Jane's life has shown up to support her in her cheapskate spendthrift ways. Except Maura.

Maura would have paid for delivery, but Jane doesn't want Maura to think she likes her for her money. Instead Jane bullies Maura into physical labour with the promise of wine.

And Jane delivers.

Well, she doesn't get her mattress delivered. But she gives Maura the wine she promised, and they lie clothed on a naked mattress that has been on Jane's floor for at least two days.

And they talk about getting married and ask if they're in each other's fantasies.

Maura is the second person to use this mattress, and she uses it with Jane.

And sometimes real life is better than any fantasy can be because Maura has Jane's back, even when Jane does things the hard way, even when it means listening to the traffic from the mattress on the living room floor with a dog curled between them.

And Jane's family and partner, they might help out next time. But if they don't, it doesn't matter. Because Jane has everything she needs right here.

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a scene that i keep on thinking about in this fic (read it)

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season 2 if it was good

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cadina cuddle bugs (from twitter user @/GOCHUJAN_G src: x)

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Enid: Hey, Wends! Do you want to know what it feels like to have your stomach infested with an eclipse of, um, of…

Enid: *quick glance at her palm*

Enid: …Acherontia atropos?

Wednesday: The oft-maligned African death’s-head hawkmoth?

Enid: Yeah, that one.

Wednesday: Am I correct to assume that in this scenario, my abdomen fulfills the role of a beehive rich with honey, into which these metaphorical moths have infiltrated so that they may feast?

Enid: *blank look*

Enid:

Enid: Sure.

Wednesday: Then I accept.

Enid: *smiles and pulls Wednesday into an affectionate hug*

Wednesday: *suffers several physiological responses due to the inexplicable flood of adrenaline, norepinephrine, and serotonin*

Enid: 😚

Enid: So, how is it?

Wednesday: *face buried in the crook of Enid’s neck*

Wednesday:

Wednesday: *gay panic* Acceptable.

Enid: 🥰

Enid: *glances towards a distant tree as someone peeks into view*

Eugene: 🌳🤓

Enid: 😊👍

Eugene: 🌳🤓👍

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i slept in last night’s clothes and tomorrow’s dreams

Fandom: Mean Girls

Pairing: Cady/Regina

Rating: Teen

Words: 21,009

Summary: 

“Regina.” Cady huffs. “Did you hear me?”

“I literally just said I didn’t.”

“No! About the road trip. I want to go on one.”

Regina’s nose wrinkles. “Road trips are for people who are too poor to fly.”

“That’s not true! People do them for fun,” Cady insists. “And I want to do it.”

or

The summer after graduation, they drive to Disney World. Cady has no idea their relationship will go on a journey, too.

Cadina Week 2025, Day Three: Fluff/Traveling

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Can A Gay Girl Get An Amen?

A collection of cadina ficlets. Started for Day 3 of Cadina Week 2025: fluff.

Chapter 1: The Real Apex Predator

Famous!Regina x Conservationist!Cady, because I'm still gobsmacked over LDR marrying the gator guy.

Fluff. Rated T for language.

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     “You should definitely complain about me to the owner. I am a nepotism hire, though… you’d know something about that, wouldn’t you?” 

     “I’ll push you off this fucking boat.”

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a short Cadina story

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Hi! Did you happen to see Reneé's basketball tiktok?? It just instantly made me think of your Regina from Get in loser!

I did and I still have not recovered😭💖 A couple of my good buddies sent it to me like RIGHT when they saw it (they know me so well) and I think I watched it for a solid ten minutes on repeat. And Tina Fey, Miss Norbury herself, being in the video too? I am more inspired to write GIL Regina than I have been in MONTHS! Thank you Reneè🫶

Also thank you so much for thinking of GIL Regina! In my head, basketball Regina looks EXACTLY like Reneè did in that video. Which, you know… makes sense, since it’s her face🌝 But fr I’m gonna need Reneè to uhh… never wear a basketball jersey and make her lil 🏀⛹️‍♀️🏀💨 moves with a claw clip in her hair EVER AGAIN because I WILL NOT SURVIVE IT

(jk, I hope she does it again🫠)