Archive of Our Own ^beta

The apartment was quiet, lit only by the soft glow of the tv screen. Mira had retreated to her room, the faint sound of music and muffled footsteps betraying she was still practicing. Zoey lay sprawled across the couch, earbuds in, one leg draped over the back like she had melted into the cushions.

Rumi curled deeper into the armchair, blanket cocooned around her, scrolling aimlessly. She told herself she was just catching up on schedules and news… but really, she was looking at edits, fan cams, and gossip like everyone else.

Then she stopped.

A brand-new teaser shot had dropped from their magazine spread. And this one…

Zoey was leaning against a concrete wall, jacket unzipped just enough to show skin and attitude both. That crooked smirk—the one that said she could ruin someone with a single word—was aimed just below the camera, sharp as a blade.

And beside her, Mira loomed in a sleeveless black dress, one arm braced above Zoey’s head. Her muscles caught the harsh studio light, veins outlined, her eyes locked on Zoey with a dangerous sort of intensity.

Her thumb hovered over the comment box. Just a little anonymous fun, she reasoned. She’d use the burner. Nobody will know. Except Mira and Zoey of course. Burner accounts had allowed them to interact on social media until they were ready to fully come out with their relationship.

It wasn’t out of any sort of shame that they hadn’t told anyone yet. It was more a desire to keep this wonderful thing just to themselves for a while longer. They shared just about everything else with the world, let them have this, that was the logic.

Her fingers typed faster than her brain could stop her:

“The way I’d let those two wreck me and thank them for it. Mira needs to pin me to a wall asap, please and thank you. And that smug, cocky little grin on Zoey? God. 😳🔥”

She hit post. Seconds later, her phone buzzed. One notification. Ten. A hundred. Rumi frowned. Weird. Usually her burner posts just sank into the void. She checked the corner of her screen—

And her blood turned to ice.

It wasn’t her burner handle at the top.

It was her name.

Her full, verified, blue-checkmark, millions-of-followers @OfficialRumi account. Her eyes went wide. Her hand shook.

Already, the likes were skyrocketing. Comments pouring in.
• “WAIT WAIT WAIT DID RUMI JUST SAY THIS??”
• “Pinned. Against a wall. BY MIRA?? Excuse me???”
• “She called Zoey’s smirk cocky I’m screamingggg 😂”
• “Rumi just outed herself as one of us lmao”
• “Huntrix girlfriends confirmed by Rumi herself (2025 edition)”

Rumi slapped both hands over her face and let out a muffled scream into her blanket. Her whole body glowed faintly, patterns betraying her mortification.

She had never, in all her life, wanted to crawl into the floorboards more than right now.

Rumi, after about fifteen minutes, peeked between her fingers, hoping maybe—just maybe—the post had somehow vanished into the void.

It hadn’t.

The numbers were climbing like wildfire. Tens of thousands of likes in minutes, fan accounts already screenshotting it, adding sparkly edits of Mira flexing and Zoey’s smirk side by side with her comment in bold letters.

A shadow fell over her.

“Whatcha screaming about?”

Rumi jolted upright, nearly dropping her phone. Zoey had yanked out one earbud, hair a mess, grin lazy but curious.

“Nothing! Absolutely nothing!” Rumi squeaked, clutching the phone to her chest like contraband. Zoey narrowed her eyes in suspicion, then—too quick for Rumi’s panicked reflexes—snatched the phone out of her hands.

“No—!” Rumi lunged, but it was too late. Zoey’s gaze flicked down the screen. First, confusion. Then realization. Then, that devilish grin spread slow and wicked across her face.

“Oh. My. God.” She cackled so loud Mira’s music cut off in the other room. “Rumi. You thirsty little demon.”

“I—no—I thought it was my burner—!”

Zoey doubled over, laughing so hard she nearly dropped the phone. “Pin me against a wall, please, thank you??”

Rumi buried her glowing face in a pillow. “Stop reading it out loud!”

But Zoey was on a roll now, pacing the living room dramatically like she was performing on stage. “And then—wait, oh my god—‘that smug little grin.’ That’s me! You’re talking about me! Rumi, you’re obsessed with meeee.”

Mira appeared in the doorway, towel draped around her neck, still a little sweaty from practice. “What’s going on? Why is Zoey screeching like a banshee?”

Zoey turned the screen toward her, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Because Rumi, our beloved girlfriend just told the entire internet she wants you to pin her against a wall with your biceps while I smirk about it.”

Mira blinked. Stared. Her ears turned faintly pink. “…She said what?”

Rumi pulled the blanket entirely over her head, glowing like a lantern beneath it. “I’m deleting it, I’m deleting it, I’m deleting it—”

Zoey flopped down beside her, prying at the blanket like a cat. “Too late! Screenshots live forever. You’re iconic now. No take-backs.”

Rumi groaned miserably. “Kill me.”

“Not necessary,” Zoey teased, waggling her brows. “According to you, Mira’s arms and my smirk already did the job.” As the next hour or so ticked by, the girls just basked in the fact that their fans were going absolutely feral over her comment. Well….all except one was.

Rumi had buried herself under the blanket completely, only the top of her hair sticking out. Her phone was abandoned on the coffee table, buzzing with notifications every second.

Zoey snatched it up gleefully. “Oh, this is gold. Let’s see what the people are saying.”

“Don’t,” Rumi’s muffled voice begged from under the blanket.

Zoey grinned, scrolling. “Oh, I’m absolutely doing it.” She cleared her throat dramatically. “‘Pinned. Against a wall. BY MIRA??’—that’s from user thirstykitten97. They’re losing it.”

Mira, despite herself, leaned over to peek. “Oh, here’s another one. ‘The way Rumi said Zoey’s smirk is cocky?? Girlfriend knows. She knows.’” Mira’s cheeks warmed, but she kept reading, voice steady.

Rumi groaned louder, rolling over and curling tighter. “Please stop.”

Zoey ignored her. “‘Huntrix girlfriends confirmed by Rumi herself (2025 edition).’ Ooooh, look at the 10k likes on that one already.” She grinned wickedly, elbowing Mira. “We’re trending, babe.”

Mira scrolled further, brow lifting. “Here’s a fan edit already. They screenshot your comment, and underneath they put a gif of me cracking my knuckles. Caption says: ‘She’s so real for this.’”

Zoey practically howled with laughter. “The internet works fast.”

Rumi yanked the blanket down just enough to glare at them, her patterns glowing faintly across her cheeks. “You two are supposed to be on my side.”

Zoey flopped on top of her blanket cocoon, chin propped in her hands. “We are on your side. We’re just… reading the evidence of your thirst crimes out loud to the jury.”

Mira’s mouth twitched, betraying a smile. She held up another comment. “‘Not Rumi accidentally becoming the fandom’s #1 Mira stan and Zoey simp at the same time.’”

Zoey slapped her thigh, wheezing. “That’s it. That’s the headline.”

Rumi let out another strangled groan and rolled to face the back of the couch, mumbling into the cushions, “I hate both of you.”

Zoey leaned close to her ear, voice low and teasing. “You love us. The internet just knows it now, too.” Rumi’s only answer was another muffled scream while her phone buzzed and buzzed, the fandom exploding with memes and chaos.

Zoey did give her one break. She and Mira settled in to read it from their own phones and left hers on the table.

Zoey was halfway through reading another comment aloud—Rumi didn’t slip, she LEAPED into thirst posting with both feet.’ Oh my god, babe, they’re roasting you so hard—”

When Rumi’s phone suddenly lit up with an incoming call.

All three froze.

On the screen, bold as anything, was “Bobby” on the caller ID

“Ohhh nooo,” Zoey sang, looking at the phone like it was cursed.

Rumi sat bolt upright, blanket tumbling off her shoulders. Her patterns shimmered faintly in panic. “Don’t answer it! Don’t—”

Too late. Zoey hit accept and put it on speaker. “Hey, Bobby~”

“DON’T ‘HEY, BOBBY’ ME!” His voice blasted through the speaker, exasperated and already too loud. “What in the name of kimchi fried rice did I just spend the last hour trying to clean up on social media?!”

Mira winced. “Hi, Bobby…”

“Don’t you ‘hi, Bobby’ me either, Mira.”

Rumi’s soul felt like it wanted to leave her body. “I—I thought I was on my burner—”

“Burner?!” Bobby screeched. “You? Miss ‘I once Googled how to Google’?lZoey burst into helpless laughter. Mira pressed her lips together, trying not to choke on her tea.

“I was eating a sandwich!” Bobby barreled on. “One peaceful sandwich, finally—finally!—and suddenly my phone blows up like the Fourth of July! I thought someone leaked the next comeback early! But no! It’s YOU, declaring….that in broad daylight!”

Rumi covered her burning face with both hands. “I’m sorry—”

“Do you know what happened next?” Bobby didn’t wait for her answer. “My aunt—my aunt—called me. She said, ‘Bobby, is Rumi okay? Should we pray for her?’ Pray, Rumi! My family is out here thinking holding vigils for your love life!”

Zoey fell off the couch, wheezing. Mira was laughing openly now.

Rumi whispered, “Please stop talking…”

“I can’t!” Bobby cried. “Wanna know why? I just got tagged in a fan edit of your quote written in medieval calligraphy over a painting of angels! ANGELS, RUMI! Do you want my obituary to say ‘died from exposure to excessive emojis’?”

Mira finally leaned in, still chuckling. “She was just being honest, Bobby.”

“Honest?!” Bobby gasped, scandalized. “Honest is saying you like bubble tea! Honest is saying you’re tired after rehearsal! Honest is not—” He cut himself off with a strangled groan.

Zoey, barely holding it together, leaned toward the phone. “To be fair, Bobby, the fans loved it. We’re trending.”

“TRENDING?!” Bobby yelped. “Do you know what else trends? Disasters. Earthquakes. People fighting over chicken nuggets! That doesn’t mean it’s good PR!”

Mira tried to cut in, calm and reasonable. “Bobby, it’s not that bad. The comments are… mostly positive.”

“Mostly positive?!” Bobby groaned. “Down bad Rumi is trending Mira. For gods sake…” Zoey fell over laughing again. Rumi looked like she wanted to melt into the floorboards.

Finally, Bobby sighed so hard it fuzzed the speaker. “…You three are going to be the end of me. I’m getting gray hairs. Do you know how much hair dye costs?”

“Not as much as therapy,” Zoey snorted.

“Zoey! You are not helping! You know what sucks most about this? I’ve been your manager for years, and you didn’t think it was worth letting me in on the little secret? I wouldn’t have blabbed anything, you know I wouldn’t,” he said.

“Bobby we didn’t tell ANYONE else. We were gonna, eventually, but…we kinda…wanted it to ourselves for a bit. That’s all,” Mira said.

“I guess I can understand that. Just..:cripes sake girls this is going to take a WHILE to clean up. I got a call from my barber-who doesn’t even own one of your albums by the way-asking me if I needed to schedule a dye job. Do you hear me? A dye job.”

Rumi’s jaw dropped. “Your barber?!”

“Yes!” Bobby groaned, full of theatrical tragedy. “Do you understand? Even my barber knew before me! How is this my life?!” He heaved a long, weary sigh. “Look. Just… don’t post anything else. Don’t even think about posting. Let me handle Celine. And when this calms down, we’re sitting down, all of us, and you’re explaining everything. With charts if you need to.”

Click. He hung up.

The silence lasted about three seconds before Zoey howled with laughter again, ‘charts’ sending her over. Mira chuckled warmly, and Rumi flopped face-first into the pillow, glowing like a lantern.

“I hate everything,” she mumbled. A light bulb went off in her head. Rumi yanked her phone off the coffee table, thumbs flying over the screen like she was trying to stop a ticking time bomb. “Okay, okay, maybe if I delete it fast enough—maybe it was hacked! Yes! Hacked! Definitely hacked! No, don’t like that comment—ah, why won’t it—?”

Zoey leaned back, arms crossed, utterly luxuriating in the show. “Ohhhhhh, Rumi, look at you scramble. You’re adorable when you panic.”

Mira, trying (and failing) to look slightly composed, peeked over Rumi’s shoulder. “You really think a million notifications are going to disappear that fast?”

“I can try! I can!” Rumi’s glowing patterns flared brighter with every frantic tap. “Maybe if I post an apology? Maybe if I… maybe if I—”

Zoey grabbed her phone out of Rumi’s hands mid-tap. “Nope. That’s too easy. You know what you did, babe. No excuses.”

Rumi squeaked, reaching for it again. “But I… I can make it look like a mistake! I can say—”

“‘Hacked,’ ‘my cat walked on the keyboard,’ ‘evil ghost demon patterns possessed me,’” Mira supplied dryly, smirking.

“EXACTLY!” Rumi nearly screamed into the blanket, face glowing like a neon sign. “See?! That’s what I need! Proof! Something believable!”

Zoey snorted. “Oh, honey, nothing you post now is going to save you. The internet already knows. And we’re definitely not helping.” Rumi scowled and snatched her phone back.

Rumi’s thumbs were a blur, shaking as she typed desperately:

“OMG everyone! My account was hacked! I didn’t post that! I SWEAR! Please believe me!! 😭😳” She hit post, nearly dropping the phone in her panic. Her glowing demon patterns flickered, reflecting the heat rising in her cheeks.

Zoey snatched the phone before she could touch it again, eyes sparkling with wicked delight. “Ohhhhhh… you poor little disaster. You really think this is going to work?”

Mira, leaning over Rumi’s shoulder, tried to keep a straight face. “…It’s… believable? Maybe for like… five seconds?”

Rumi squeaked, half-hiding under the blanket. “It’s believable! People will understand! I didn’t—”

Zoey pulled up the comment thread. “Understand? Look at this.” She read aloud, barely holding back laughter:
• ‘Hacked? Uh-huh, sure Rumi. And I’m the Queen of Korea.’
• ‘Nice try, Rumi. We all know this is you living your best thirst life.’
• ‘Hacked? Yeah, okay. I’m just waiting for the sequel where she confesses she’s planning world domination.’

Rumi buried her face into the blanket, groaning. “I hate all of you. I hate this. I’m going to die.”

Mira gently grabbed her shoulders, trying not to laugh. “The fans don’t believe you. But… maybe it’s better that way?”

Zoey leaned close, grinning wickedly. “Better that way? Rumi, you’re content gold. Your panic is trending. Just… embrace it.”

Rumi tried to sit up, glowing patterns flickering brighter. “I am not embracing it! I just need them to believe me! It was hacked!”

Zoey snorted. “Hacked. Right. We’ll put that right next to ‘cat walked on keyboard’ and ‘demon possession.’”

Rumi groaned, flailing under the blanket, glowing patterns casting frantic shadows on the walls. Mira and Zoey were practically vibrating with amusement, utterly thriving on her meltdown.

It was the second longest night of her life. The next morning she was less panicked, but no less furious with herself. She was slumped on the couch, hair wild, blanket half-draped over her shoulders like armor. Her phone lay on the coffee table, notifications still pinging nonstop.

Zoey lounged beside her, smirking. “Morning, chaos queen. Sleep well?”

Rumi groaned. “I feel like I aged ten years overnight.”

Mira walked in, towel still draped around her neck from morning shower, eyes bright. She knelt down next to the couch and offered a small, calm smile. “Hey… I have an idea.”

Rumi peeked at her through the blanket, suspicious. “I’m not sure I can take another idea right now.”

Zoey leaned forward eagerly. “Is it… good chaos or good chaos?”

Mira chuckled. “Neither. Well… maybe good chaos, but in a controlled way.” She reached over and gently nudged Rumi’s phone closer. “What if we turned this around? Made it positive?”

Rumi blinked, wary. “How?”

Mira’s grin softened into something warmer. “We can do a small online fan event. You, me, Zoey… all of us. No hiding, no panic, no excuses. Just… honesty. And having some fun with it. Let the fans celebrate with us, instead of panicking over screenshots and edits.”

Zoey practically jumped onto the couch beside Rumi, grinning like a little gremlin. “Ooooh, I like this. It’s like… damage control, but also we get to own it.”

Rumi’s, patterns flickered nervously. “…I mean… I guess that could work. But… what if it’s worse?”

Mira shook her head. “It won’t be. We’ll make it light, playful. The fans already love you—even your meltdown. Now we just… frame it how we want. Positive, celebratory, all three of us together.”

Zoey nudged her again. “And you know I’m gonna thrive off this too. Total content gold. You’re trending again, babe.”

Rumi groaned, but a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “…Fine. We’ll do it. But only because Mira suggested it. And because Zoey’s gonna make fun of me either way.”

Mira laughed softly, brushing a stray strand of hair behind Rumi’s ear. “Exactly. And this time, it’s on our terms.”

Rumi peeked up at them, blanket still half over her head, glowing patterns faintly shimmering with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. “…Okay. Maybe this isn’t the worst idea ever.”

Zoey leaned in, grinning mischievously. “See? I told you. You can’t resist a little chaos—especially when it’s our chaos.”

Mira chuckled, linking her hands with both Rumi and Zoey. “Exactly. Together.”

Rumi took a deep breath, letting herself relax a little. “…Together.”

It took a little while to set the room up, but they figured out a system they were happy with.

The camera lights glowed warmly over the three of them. Rumi perched on the couch between Mira and Zoey, Her fingers twitched nervously, but she took a deep breath and glanced at the laptop screen where the live chat was already filling upz

“Uh… hi, everyone,” Rumi started, voice tentative. “So… I guess I should just… say it. Yesterday, I… posted a comment under a photo of Mira and Zoey.” She flushed, glowing patterns flickering faintly. “…A really… really thirsty comment.”

Zoey elbowed her gently, “Thirsty is putting it lightly.”

Rumi glared at her but continued. “…I thought I was on my… private account, okay? Totally private. But… I wasn’t. I was on my official account. And now… well… it’s all over social media.” She swallowed, embarrassed. “And yes… I panicked. I tried to say it was hacked. That… didn’t work. Clearly.”

Mira squeezed her hand. “It’s okay, Rumi..”

Rumi exhaled shakily. “Yeah… so… I guess that’s how we got here. And while the world saw my… uh… almost apocalyptic-level embarrassment… there’s something else I want to say that’s probably a shock to very few of you after all that….” She looked at Mira and Zoey, glowing faintly brighter. “…We’re… dating. The three of us. Together.”

The chat exploded immediately—hearts, cheers, fireworks emojis flooding in. Zoey leaned close, smirking. “And she’s still glowing like she’s gonna combust. Classic Rumi.”

Rumi buried her face in her hands, mumbling, “…I’m doomed…”

Mira chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re not doomed. You’re being honest. And the fans adore it. Adore you.”

Zoey leaned down, scrolling through the chat for her favorites.. “Ohhh, listen to these! ‘Rumi’s thirst level is unmatched.’ ‘Bless this chaotic queen.’ ‘They’re thriving, and so am I.’”

Rumi peeked through her fingers, groaning but faintly smiling. “…Thirst queen might be a bit much…but …thanks.”

Mira laughed, hugging both Rumi. “This is exactly why we wanted to do this together. Fun, light, honest. No hiding, no panic… just us.”

Zoey leaned over to whisper in Rumi’s ear. “And this time, we get to control the narrative. You’re trending, babe. And you’re glowing. People love it. And you.”

Rumi exhaled slowly, finally lowering her hands. “…Okay. Maybe this isn’t the worst thing ever.”

Mira and Zoey exchanged a satisfied grin, knowing they had turned the chaos into a moment of joy—and Rumi, despite herself, started to relax into it.

The stream had settled into a steady rhythm. Hearts and emojis floated across the chat as fans eagerly typed their questions. Rumi sat between Mira and Zoey, blanket now draped like a cape rather

“Okay,” Mira said, smiling at the camera, “we’re going to answer a few of your questions before we get out of here.. Let’s keep it fun, people. ‘Those’ types of questions won’t be answered.”

Zoey immediately leaned toward the screen. “Ooooh, first one: ‘Rumi, how did you realize you were in love with Mira and Zoey?’”

Rumi’s face flared red. “…I… uh… I guess it just… hit me? Slowly? I don’t know. I just… knew I couldn’t imagine my life without them.” She glanced at Mira and Zoey, who were grinning. “Yeah… there. Honest answer.”

Mira leaned in, voice soft. “And we feel the same, Rumi. Totally.”

Zoey snorted. “And we also enjoy watching you melt whenever someone mentions it online.”

Rumi groaned, hiding behind her hands. Another fan question popped up. Mira read it aloud: “‘What’s the most chaotic moment you’ve had together?’”

Zoey immediately raised her eyebrows at Rumi. “Oh, you mean… yesterday? Nah, all kidding aside it might be that one time at the Met Gala when Mira spilled wine on her brand new dress. Y’all think that sleeping bag was just for fun?”

Mira groaned at the memory. A fan asked, “‘Who’s the mischievous one in the relationship?’”

Zoey shot them a sly grin. “Well… that’s easy. It’s me.”

Mira raised an eyebrow. “Easy, huh? I could argue otherwise.”

Rumi rolled her eyes. . “…It’s definitely Zoey. She’s a gremlin.”

Zoey grinned. “Guilty. And proud of it.” Another question appeared: “‘Do you have any advice for people in relationships?’”

Rumi hesitated, then smiled faintly. “…Communication. Trust. And… a little chaos doesn’t hurt.” Mira squeezed her hand.

“Exactly. And knowing you have someone by your side to tease you—but also protect you—makes everything worth it.”

Zoey leaned in, whispering to the camera: “Also, make sure there’s always a gremlin to keep life interesting.” The chat exploded with hearts, gifs, and laughter. Rumi, still glowing faintly, finally leaned back, taking a deep breath. She felt lighter—less panic, more warmth. Mira and Zoey squeezed her hands, both grinning.

“See?” Mira said softly. “Nothing to fear. They love you.”

Zoey poked Rumi gently. “Love you, chaos and all.”

Rumi laughed softly, shrugging. “…Okay. Maybe I do like this a little.”

Mira chuckled. “Just a little?”

Zoey winked. “We’ll take it.”

Rumi let herself smile, finally relaxed, glowing patterns dimming to a calm shimmer. Together, they laughed, teased, and answered questions—turning yesterday’s chaos into a shared moment of joy.

The screen went dark with a final “Thank you for joining!” message, leaving the three of them in the quiet of the living room.

Rumi sank back into the couch, blanket draped loosely around her shoulders, glowing patterns now calm. “…I can’t believe that just happened,” she muttered, still half in disbelief.

Zoey snorted, scrolling through the last wave of fan messages. “Ohhh, it happened. And it was glorious.

Rumi groaned, hiding her face against her knees. “I’m never posting on social media again. Ever. I—ugh—I can’t…”

Mira chuckled, leaning over to drape an arm around Rumi’s shoulders. “You will post again. And it’ll be fine. You saw today—they love you. All of you, even the chaotic parts.”

Zoey leaned closer, nudging her shoulder. “And don’t forget… you gave us hours of content gold. That’s priceless.”

Rumi peeked up at them, glowing faintly. But she still smiled. “Thanks girls.”

Mira laughed softly. “You’re welcome. And you know… we had fun too.”

Zoey tilted her head, smirking. “Especially watching you freak out while trying to cover your tracks. Pure entertainment.”

Rumi groaned, but a small smile tugged at her lips. “…I really am doomed.”

Mira kissed her temple gently. “Not doomed. Loved. Adored”

Zoey leaned in, linking her hand with both Rumi and Mira’s. “Exactly. Chaos, panic, love… we’ve got it all. And the fans? They’re with us.”

Mira smiled, squeezing her hands. “Exactly. Honestly…I think this might, in fact… be one of the best days.”

Zoey leaned back, grinning mischievously. “And we get to tease you about it forever.”

Rumi groaned, but her laugh bubbled up anyway.

Mira and Zoey exchanged a satisfied glance, both of them knowing that despite the chaos, embarrassment, and endless fan comments, this was exactly the kind of moment they’d remember forever—together.

Rumi finally relaxed completely, her glow soft and steady, surrounded by Mira and Zoey’s teasing warmth. And for the first time since the infamous post, she felt… safe.. And maybe even a little proud.