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tags -> not proofread, minor swearing, fluff fluff fluff!!, reader is a little shorter than grace, no spoilers !!
a/n -> i apologise this is ass, iโm sosososo tired from school itโs actually pissing me off so badd, we also need more grace love like hello thatโs literally my baby. my requests also might be a little slow due to school but they will be done ! promise ๐ (title loosely based off โin twosโ by esha tewari .. ๐๐)
time dragged on, it seemed like grace was working more often than not. sheโd be tired when sheโd come home, and if she had an early day? sheโd keep working from home till she fell asleep at her laptop.
youโd tell her to take breaks, take naps but she wouldnโt listen, give you an โiโm okayโ and keep her eyes glued to her laptopโs screen. and even though her habits may have annoyed you a little bit, you could never actually be mad at her.
as of right now, you were sat beside her on your bed, filing your nails whilst grace was focused on whatever assignment she got given on her laptop. but your attention wasnโt on your nails, not really. your eyes drifted to her more often than not. her hair fell into her face, glasses slid down the bridge of her nose.
your face pulled into a frown and you set the filer down onto the bedside table. you moved closer to her, shoulder brushing hers. โwhen are you done?โ you ask quietly, glancing at the writing on her screen.
โten, no maybe fifteen minutes.โ she replied, eyes locked on her writing. your frown deepens, โyou said that fifteen minutes ago.โ you mutter, eyes looking over her side profile. โactually, youโve been saying that for an hour.โ
โi know, i know, but i swear im nearly done i just have to-โ grace cuts herself off when you close her laptop shut with a click and pick it up from her lap, placing it beside the lamp and filer on the bedside table. โhey!โ
you shake your head and turn back towards her. โyou need a break. and itโs like whenever your working my words go in through one ear and exit through the other straight away.โ you scold, grabbing her hands. you pull her up so sheโs sat upright instead of leaning against the headboard. โwhat you need, pretty girl, is to learn how to relax.โ
grace frowns but squeezes your hands a little, โi know how to relax, im just .. busy?.โ she says, her gaze drifting to one of your bedroom walls decorated with shelves and polaroid pictures. mostly pictures of the two of you together.
โbe unbusy then.โ you reply, โi donโt think thatโs a word-โ. โshush and letโs do something fun, yeah?โ you grin, standing up and pulling her to her feet.
now an hour later, you were both in the kitchen, making muffins. well, attempting to make muffins. there was flour everywhere and a failed batch put to the side. the chocolate muffins you managed to make sat in the oven whilst the two of you giggled about something dumb.
your finger grazes her cheekbone as you wiped some of the remaining flour off her face, the light of the cooker hood casting a soft, warm glow across your facesโ.
โyouโre so shit at baking.โ you giggle, taking her (also flour covered) glasses off, placing it on the countertop. you get a smile out of grace and she swats your hands away, โam not!โ
โyou so are!โ you snort and wrap your arms around her neck, grinning up at her. โremind me to never ask you to do this again. you might burn my apartment down.โ
she hugs you back, โyouโre mean.โ she whines, leaning down to press her forehead against yours.
โyeah? you gonna do something about it?โ you tease, your grin turning into a small smirk. grace bites her cheek at your comment and turns a faint shade of pink. โi- no.? i mean i donโt mind- mind it?.โ she stutters, her cheeks growing pinker.
your snort again and pull her down, pressing a kiss to her lips. โyouโre such a dork, ashcroft.โ you smile and press another soft and longer kiss to her lips. graces hands stay pressed against your sides gently, bringing you a little closer.
though the moment ended when the ovenโs timer went off and beeping filled the kitchen. you reluctantly pull away and hear a whine leave grace. you crouch down in front of the oven and look through the tiny window. you glance up at grace, โit looks kinda ass,โ a grin spreads across your lips once more, โdโyou think itโll taste like ass too?โ you giggle and look back at the muffins.
โhey it canโt be that bad. plus youโre the one who put them in the tray so technically, itโs your fault if they taste like โassโ.โ she replies, getting a plate for the muffins.
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the muffin wrappers were left abandoned on the plate. safe to say they didnโt taste like ass. you and grace are them in less then ten minutes, the movie you picked barely made it past the intro before the pastries were gone.
now you had one leg swung over hers, your head against her chest as your eyes were fixed on the bright tv screen. her hand ran through your hair gently, the other resting on your lower back. her work laptop was long forgotten, all she could think about right now was you and how comfortable you were.
after a while grace let out a yawn and her grip tightened around you. you smile and lift your head to look at her. โyou tired baby?โ you ask quietly, brushing your nose against hers. she shakes her head. โno. well kinda, but i like just being with you. quietly, itโs.. nice.โ
โyou can sleep, grace. iโll stay here.โ you mutter, lips brushing hers again. grace sighs and closes her eyes, pecking your lips, then nose before letting her head fall back on the pillows. โokay.โ she whispers.
you turn the volume down and place the remote on the other side of the bed, placing your head back down against her chest. the steady rhythm of her heart was comforting.
โi love you.โ she mutters, her hand massaging your scalp once more. you hum in response and place your hand on her side. โi love you back.โ you mutter.
I'm seriously considering writing for grace ashgroft OHMYGOOOOSH she is so precious and prettyyyy โ YOU'VE MADE MY POOR HEART ACHE WITH THIS ENDEARING AND LOVELY PIECE, MOOT ใ คโกใ คใ คโกใ คใ คโกใ ค
I read some of your works and I really liked them!!!
If you don't mind, I have a request. You can ignore it if you don't like it.
I think you've heard or seen that the "Knights of Guinevere" gave the green light! I was so happy that I almost screamed.
So, about request: fem!reader with kind of norman body, kind of: height 155 cm, Ribs and bones on the hips are visible, wrists and fingers are very thin, and at the same time chubby thighs. Reader who thinks she's not thin enough, not chubby enough or tall enough. I know it may seem strange. But it's so frustrating every day, you can't reach the top shelf, things large in your chest, Jeans are to small at the hips and at the same time too big at the waist.Sometimes look in the mirror and think "Is everything okay with body?". Some say lose weight, while others say gain weight.
You can write fluff, comfort or nsfw, whatever you like! With Frankie if you can, for now she's my favorite.
Thank you and have a great day!
Iโm replying to this very late โ life has swamped my schedule !! I will be writing more of Frankie ( and andi for the andi lovers โ I have drafts for both of them individually x reader )
but I will be writing this most definitely, my friend! :>
โกโหย polytrix as mothers | a mira perspectiveย or :ย the girl whoย has been collecting evidence her whole life. she just did not know she was building a case for herself.ย
somewhat inspired by 'i could never be ( ready ) by rebecca sugar ft tom scharpling and 'i've seen it' by Olivia dean :))
Mom!Mira with her firstborn baby โ sleeves bunched up to her elbows, revealing worn scars from battles sheโs no longer committed to though thinks about from time to time, her pink-hued โ natural deep brown tendrils entangled within it โ hair tied up into this messy knot. A few wisps rebelled against the updo and framed her features, brown-rimmed glasses slipping down the bridge of her nose as she bathes her baby in the soft lighting of their snug home, away from the idol life.
Hands that once choreographed cutting combat moves, that pointed a majestic, once companionable gok-do towards a demon, that were always too brash, too strained, too much with touch โ now cradled this six month old with a gentleness that still startles her from time to time, that would even shock anyone who knew her before.
But not Rumi. Not Zoey. They knew this was always there, longing to be unfurled on the right people.
Her movements, such a contrast to her former role in the group, are slow, comprehending, yet you can perceive how painstakingly sheโs doing it, like each droplet of water against fragile skin matters, because well, it really does. She talks to the baby under her breath โ not baby talk, never baby talk โ just sweet murmurs that sound like some sort of loving establishment.
The water is the perfect temperature; sheโs checked it at least five times. Not because she doesnโt trust herself, but because this tiny person deserves perfection in a way Mira never thought sheโd care about providing.
Sheโd seen it on the tube once, a stranger cradling a baby to their chest like it was the most natural thing in the world. Sheโd looked away then โ she doesnโt have to look away now.
โOkay, little baby,โ she mumbles, the edges of her mouth squirming into a grin. โWeโre not crying today, right? Yeah, just you and me. Yโknow, chill.โ Of course, the baby doesnโt listen โ wails anyway.
The baby โ their baby, still a concept that makes Miraโs chest squeeze โ thrashes her little legs and moves her fists, sending droplets everywhere. Water splashes across Miraโs oversized t-shirt ( one of Zoeyโs old graphic ones, soft from a thousand washes and exchanges between the three ), and instead of some sort of irritation that wouldโve consumed kid-Mira, she just chuckles. This tender, aerated sound no one outside her lovers has ever witnessed.
She can hear movement in the hallway, a hallway thatโs quite filled with so many pictures โ moments, big and small, debut to retirement, world tours to intimate travels, matrimony to birth, captures within frames that gave the place a homelier feeling. Rumi and Zoey, theyโre pretending theyโre not hovering. Pretending theyโre not watching Mira be a mother like itโs the most miraculous thing theyโve ever witnessed. ( It kind of, greatly is. )
Mira supports the babyโs head with one stable palm โ Zoey and her read almost an entire cathedral of books about infant care, watched countless videos at 3 AM, asked their pediatrician so many questions the woman probably dreads their appointments โ while the other hand carefully lathered through the babyโs fins dark hair โ Zoeyโs color at first glance, but under the light, a touch of violet shimmered. Rumiโs influence, unmistakably.
And running down her left shoulder blade โ another touch, a delicate streak of Rumiโs opalescent patterns, like brushstrokes of minhwa painting.
When they first laid eyes on her, Rumi had frozen, the ghost of apprehension, worry contorting her features.
Iโve cursed her, Iโve marked her, Iโve made her different. Will they love her as I already do? What if I do something to make her feel neglected ? Will I fail her? Have I failed themโ
Sheโs fucking perfect. You hear me? Perfect, Rumi. Theyโre gorgeous on her. Because theyโre part of her. Part of you. Part of us.
These patterns donโt define you, Rumi. Theyโre just part of your story. And now theyโre part of her story too! Not a curse. Not a mark. Just ... her. Like theyโre just you.
Each movement is attentive, observant in the way Mira's always been, scrutinizing for shifts in tone, mood, body language. Except now she's scrutinizing for discomfort, for cold, for any sign her daughter needs something Mira hasn't already anticipated.
โYour moms are spying on us,โ Mira says conversationally to the baby, not bothering to include some hint in her voice. She knows they can hear her. โThey think I don't notice. But I notice everything, donโt I? Yeah. Especially when it comes to them and you.โ
She drew the infant to her sternum, bamboo-cotton towel, swaddling their tiny form, her cheek, flushed and aching from the jubilant and fond emotions overwhelming her, nudged the top of their damp head.
The baby makes a small sound, not quite a cry, just a vocalization, and Miraโs entire body responds instantly, adjusting her hold, drawing her daughter close to her chest.
โI know, itโs alright. Cold air is mean, isnโt it?โ Mira keeps up the soft commentary as she carries the baby to the nursery, the one theyโd spent months preparing. The walls are a soft lavender hue, with the animated decals of sea creatures scattered along one wall โZoeyโs contribution that needed to come to life. And in the corner, a collection of stuffed animals that they had tried to be practical about and failed completely.
She lays the baby on the changing table, one hand never leaving her daughter's stomach. That protective instinct, the one that used to make her check on Rumi and Zoey obsessively, that made her the first to reach out when something was amiss, has magnified tenfold. Sheโs done the research: babies can roll at unexpected times. Sheโs not taking chances.
โAlright letโs get you dressed. I know, I know, you hate this part. Join the club โ I hate putting pants on too. Especially trying to keep them on.โ Her mouth tilts upward. โJust ask your moms โ wait. No not โ eh, you wonโt remember.โ
The outfit chosen is one of the many onesies they bought โ a specific one with almost watercolor like jellyfish scattered everywhere. The baby stares up at her with eyes that shift between Rumiโs amber and something softer, hazel brown assisted with the cinnamon sprinkle of freckles along her button nose. Theyโre alert, focused, looking at Mira like sheโs the most important thing in the world.
The feeling is intensely mutual.
Mira dresses her daughter with careful attention to tiny limbs, to making sure the onesie's seams wonโt irritate sensitive skin, to the soft cotton socks that keep tiny toes warm. The outfit is honestly really cute, Mira gives Zoey her flowers, yes, with a matching headband that Mira adjusts three times until she gives up.
โEhโฆ I think you look good. Best dressed baby in Korea.โ Mira declares, lifting her daughter up. โBest dressed in the whole world.โ
While deftly holding her with one arm, the other hand reached for the pacifier, burp cloth, and a crinkle fabric type of toy that has completely enthralled this babyโs attention span. It supposedly supports development. Yeah, sheโs read about that too.
Mira lays the baby on her stomach for tummy time, then positions herself right there at eye level, propped on her elbows. One hand comes to rest on her daughterโs back, thumb making small, gentle shapes. Sheโs that helicopter parent, the one who checks the baby monitor seventeen times a night, who researches every developmental milestone obsessively, who Zoey had to physically restrain from buying a medical-grade thermometer because Rumi was no help ( she too was considering buying this thermometer ).
But sheโs also equally parts fascinated. How can someone be this freaking small? This grand? This beautiful? This loud? ( The baby's lungs are impressive โ Mira suspects she got Rumi's vocal genetics. ) This perfect?
Sheโs captivated by how this tiny human can already have such a strong personality, how her daughterโs cry is different when sheโs hungry versus tired versus just wanting to be held. Wide browns that somehow inherited Miraโs depth stare right back at her.
โStrong baby, arenโt you? Youโre gonna be stronger than me. Probably even your moms. You know why?โ Miraโs chin canted down, such certainty laced in her words. โYouโre never going to have to hide who you are. Youโre already perfect.โ
The baby makes a sound โ a gurgled coo and a determined grunt when she attempts to lift her head, and Mira's heart sweetly swells in on itself.
โYour halmeoni and harabeoji donโt even know you exist,โ Mira mumbled, pushing back her frames. โAnd thatโs their loss. Because youโre gonna grow up knowing exactly how loved you are.โ
The tip of her finger strokes the little oneโs nose, humming. โI know. I'm getting sappy. Youโre doing great, sweetheart. So, so great โ woah, 3 whole seconds, well what do you know.โ The praise comes naturally, aggressively sweet โ itโs all really the same language to her.
Thereโs a sound in the hallway โ someone failing miserably at not crying. Probably Zoey โ sheโs been leaky ever since Rumiโs pregnancy symptoms started, all soppy and sentimental. Itโs gotten progressively worse after the babyโs birth. Happy tears, the majority of the time, sometimes the other kind. And Mira more than gets it โ sheโs been living somewhere in that same blur.
( the symptom Mira got stuck with however was the constant craving for sugar โ which was fucking weird for everyone to see her gobbling down honey-combed candies, dalgona, marshmallow choco pies and such when she always thrived for flaming spicy shit. )
โYou can come in,โ Mira calls, still transfixed on her daughter. โI know youโre both out there. Youโre not good at being subtle.โ
The door opens wider, and of course her gaze cannot avoid looking at them; Rumi, purple cascades loosely entangled in a braid that sits on her shoulder, pearlescent etchings displayed without shame. And Zoey, her million-watt smile wobbling with tears pearling her lashes, phone in hand because sheโs been documenting everything โ most likely enough to fill thirty scrapbooks.
โUgh, sheโs so perfect and cute, Mira, baby, look at her!โ The ravennette gushes, plopping down next to Mira and nuzzling her freckled cheek into the curve of her shoulder. โOooo, little fashion baby, excellent taste."
โShe gets it from her eommas,โ Rumi hummed at Miraโs other side, one hand on the small of Miraโs back as she pressed a gentle kiss to her damp temple โ where wisps of brown and pink clung in sweat-slick strands.
Their daughter, their infinite love resulting in eight pounds of perfect human โ kicks her legs and waves her arms, making sounds that are probably meaningless but that Miraโs already interpreting as profound.
โSheโs telling us about her bath,โ Mira explained solemnly, smirking.ย
Rumi grinned at the tiny girl, lovingly stroking her head. โVery important baby news.โ
Zoey giggled before sporting her serious face, nodding along. โClearly. She is very articulate and needs to share this with the world.โ
The baby starts to fuss โ small sounds that Miraโs already learned to differentiate. That's not hungry-fuss. Not tired-fuss. Thatโs getting-bored-of-tummy-time fuss.
โOkay, okay,โ Mira grunted, sitting up before carefully rolling the baby onto her back, then lifting her up against her shoulder. She stands in one fluid motion โ dancerโs grace never really leaves โ and starts that sway-walk that all parents seem to discover instinctively. โLetโs walk around. You want to see the house? Yeah?โ
She moves through the interior of their home, this cozy place on the outskirts of Seoul where theyโd retired from the spotlight, from the hunting, and ensuring the safety of the world. Just three women whoโd chosen healing over duty.
And now, three mothers raising a daughter who will never have to make that choice.
Mira narrates while she walks past the kitchen where their matching aquatic mugs sit drying by the sink; โYour mom Zoeyโs is obviously a turtle, your momโs Rumiโs a whale shark, and mine for some reasonโs a puffer fishโฆ Did you know theyโre one of the only fish that can blink? Yeah I donโt even know, Zoey told me that informationโโย
She continues walking, continues talking โ about nothing, about everything. About how the house plants are doing ( Zoeyโs responsibility ). About what theyโre having for dinner ( Rumiโs cooking this week ). About the weird sounds the washing machine makes ( Mira's going to fix it this weekend, she swears ).
Past the living room where Rumiโs guitar and notebooks full of old lyrics rest on the coffee table next to Zoeyโs current obsession ( a book about developmental psychology โ theyโre all still trying to learn everything ). Past the photos in the hallwaysโฆ.
Mira slows here โ she always does even after passing them a thousand times.
Sheโs seen love in these walls her whole adult life, assembled piece by piece without fully realising what she was building. Seen it in the early HUNTR/X years โ three girls who had no business trusting each other so completely, so fast. Seen it backstage after sold-out shows, adrenaline still thrumming, Zoey shrieking with joy, shaking Mira bythe arm and Rumi laughing so hard she couldnโt catch her breath. Seen it at 3 AM over ramen, over nothing, over everything. Seen it hold strongly through secrets and weapons drawn and all the worst things she ever said when she was frightened.
Bobbyโs face in the frame near the end of the hall: the moment theyโd told him about Rumiโs pregnancy. Heโd burst into full sobs before theyโd even finished the sentence, nearly knocked all three of them over trying to hug them at once, kept repeating I knew it, I always knew you girls were magic! You girls are going to be the greatest mothers ever!
Sheโd seen it in him too, that messy, devoted, pure love heโd harbored for them since the beginning. It somewhat showed up in the wrong moment in the exact right way, if that makes sense.
The final frame is the one Zoey placed last โ the three of them in the delivery room, minutes after. Rumi exhausted and radiant, Zoeyโs face cascading with tears. And Mira, holding their daughter for the first time, looking down at her, terrified and completely, irrevocably certain.
She stops in front of it now. The baby makes a small sound against her neck โ sleepy and droopy-eyed, mouth going slack โ and Mira exhales so slowly once her child nuzzles deeper into her.
Mira thinks about her parents. About the house she left. About the girl who was always too much, too difficult, too loud โ who weighed that verdict in her chest for years like it was just true, like it was just her.
Sheโd spent so long watching love from the outside, analyzing it, caching it away. The couple in Seoul who missed their stop, the scattered couples among the crowds of their concerts, her parents, the cautionary tale sheโd folded but kept. Rumi and Zoey, long before sheโd let herself understand what she felt โ all that warmth she stored away and scrutinized and refused to spend, certain that if she reached for it, sheโd find out she was right about herself all along.
Too much. Not quite made for it.
But it had been there all along, sprouting in her soul without permission. Sheโs not watching love from a distance anymore.
And the more sheโd looked โ without meaning to, without wanting to โ the more sheโd found it; everywhere, in all of them, in herself.
It brings out the worst, it brings out the best โ she has lived both. She knows which ultimatums she regrets, she knows which moment Rumiโs voice pulled her back through a fog she couldnโt have named. She knows what it cost and what it gave back and sheโd pay it again, every time, in full.
Sheโs not watching from the outside anymore.
Rumi and Zoey appear at her sides, drawn the way they always are, looking at the frame, looking at her. Their expressions are something sheโll never be able to describe and will spend the rest of her life trying to deserve.
Zoey tucks herself against Miraโs free side, chin finding its familiar place on her shoulder. โLook at us,โ she whispers, genuinely awed, like she canโt quite believe the photo is real, that all of it happened and kept happening and led here. Her hand finds the babyโs sock-covered foot and holds it gently.
Rumiโs arms come around her tall lover, cheek against her jaw: โSheโs going to know exactly where she came from." Her mouth quirked, patterns casting a warm, earnest glow. โAll of it. Even the hard parts. Especially those.โ
Mira doesnโt answer right away, only looking at the photo โ the three of them, who they were in that room, who they are now in this hallway.
โIโve seen it my whole life,โ She uttered finally, not quite to the baby or to them. Just โ out loud, because itโs truth, and sheโs no longer keeping true things quiet. โI guess I just didnโt know I was looking at what I was going to have.โ
The baby sighs so serenely against her collarbone, and Miraโs eyes flutter shut for just a moment.
She thinks about what this little one will never have to do.
She will never stand at a distance, cataloguing love like evidence, quietly building a case for whether she deserves to be inside it. She wonโt have to.
Because she never spent a single day outside of it โ not one. From the very first flutter in Rumiโs womb, she was already held. Already known. Celine had pressed both hands to Rumiโs rounded stomach and wept without apology, murmuring something in a low voice none of them fully heard, and they hadnโt needed to.
Bobby had talked to her through Rumiโs belly for six months straight โ full conversations, updates about the world, terrible jokes while Zoey documented the whole thing โ utterly convinced she could hear him, probably right.
And maybe she had. Maybe she arrived already knowing, on some wordless cellular level, that she was expected. That she was wanted. That the people waiting for her had been loving her long before they met her.
She wonโt learn love the way Mira did โ from the outside, through glass, wondering if it was a thing that happened to people like her. Sheโll learn it the only way sheโs ever known anything: from the inside. From the very beginning.
Thatโs the part that undoes Mira the most, if sheโs being honest.
Not that she found it. But that her daughter will never have to find it at all.
Her parents were wrong. This little girl doesnโt need Mira smaller, quieter, easier. She needs Miraย hereย โ all of her, all the love that had nowhere to go for so long it essentially built its own house.
Sheโs breaking every cycle; her daughter will never earn affection. Will never be handed a verdict about her own nature and forced to carry it quietly. Will grow up with her patterns and her heritage and her difference, and every part of her will be exactly enough and perfect, from the very first day.
Mira already knew that from the delivery room.
She just needed to catch up to believing it about herself.
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polytrix inspired by hozier's cover of 'do I wanna know?'
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
summary : After another disappointing date, Zoey calls her best friends over for soju and comfort. But drunk observations and lingering touches make it harder to pretend that what they have is just friendship. Some questions are safer left unasked โ but that doesn't stop them from wanting to know if this feeling goes more than one way.
1.) Baymax from Big Hero 6 โ Sheโd be SO serious about this.
โHeโs caring! Heโs protective! Heโs soft!โ
2.) Mothman โ She saw some aesthetic art of Mothman once and it changed her brain chemistry. โHeโs misunderstood! Heโs cryptid-coded! He has WINGS!โ
3.) Lumiรจre from Beauty and the Beast โ โHeโs charming! Heโs French! Heโs a candelabra with PERSONALITY!โ
"Zoey heโs a freaking CANDLESTICK."
"and heโs got RANGE"
4.) The Lorax โ he's her environmental king. Zoey thinks passion about a cause is attractive. Also, sheโd definitely have Mira, Rumi, even Bobby ( who is more than gladly to do so ) dress up as the Lorax with her like those tiktoks and do that little boyโs dance during โlet it growโ
5.) Wall-E โ โLook at how devoted he is! Thatโs attractive! And he's so, so sweet!โ Zoey will die on this hill. ( me too )
6.) Rapunzel from Tangled โ Zoey has a thing for creative, bubbly energy. โSheโs literally me but with magic hair!โ
โSo youโre attracted to yourself โฆ and Rumi?โ
โโฆMaybe?โ
7.) Bob Ross โ Not fictional but sheโd put him on there. โThe way he talks about happy little trees is SO soothing and attractive, sue me!โ Nobody really argues with this because this is probably the closest to a sane and normal hear me out they'll ever come across.
8.) Bullet Bill from Super Mario. Just don't even ask because Mira is close to throwing the hear me out cake away while Rumi's attempting to go to her room.
"Your insides are getting drilled and destroyed with this one."
"Yeah uhm, the visual isn't pretty, Zoey."
"PLEASE, I get drilled with the both of you. And while the visual may not be pretty, it still feels good!"
"... fair point."
9.) Venomย ( VALID ) โ "He's protective! He's misunderstood! He's basically a golden retriever in a scary package! Plus the whole 'we are Venom' thing? It's PARTNERSHIP. That's COMMUNICATION."
"Zoey, he eats PEOPLE. WE LITERALLY PROTECT PEOPLE FROM GETTING THEIR SOULS EATEN."ย
"He eats BAD people. There's a difference!"
10.) GoGo Tomago from Big Hero 6ย โ "She's cool, she's fast, she doesn't waste words, and she's got that 'I don't care what you think' energy but she DOES care about her friends? That'sโ"ย
11.) Crush the Sea Turtle from Finding Nemoย โ Obviously. "He's 150 years young! He's wise! He's a TURTLE! He says 'righteous'! What more do you need?!"ย This one gets zero pushback because they all saw it coming.
12.) The Geico Geckoย โ "He's got a soothing voice! He's helpful! He's financially responsible!"ย
"Zoey, what the actual FUCK."
"Don't gecko-shame me."
"You know what, she does need someone who helps her handle her financial responsibilities. Let her have the Gecko."
13.) Dug from Upย โ "He's enthusiastic! He's loyal! He just wants to be loved! 'I have just met you and I love you' that's PURE nowadays."
"It's concerning how the majority of these are animals."
14.) Aunt Cass from Big Hero 6ย โ "Supportive, runs her own business, makes great food, caringโ"ย
"That's just... that's actually a normal crush, Zoey!"ย
"Wait, really? Oh thank god, I was worried this one was weird."
"The fact that THIS is your normal one is worrying me."
15.) Nala from The Lion Kingย โ "Strong, independent, that TACKLE scene, those EYESโ"
"Zoey, that's a a wild lion."
"A lion with AGENCY and SASS! She didn't wait around, she went and FOUND help!"ย
"This one's... almost normal?"
"The bar is in hell. We're dealing with a furry."
16.) Lola Bunny (Space Jam), YES.
"Okay this one's CLASSIC. Athletic, confident, 'I don't play defense' SHE ATE!"
"...That one's fair actually."ย
"SEE! I'm not crazy!"ย
"That's not what we said, sweetheart."
17.) Tadashi Hamada from Big Hero 6ย โ Wait this one's actually normalโ
"No wait I'm talking about him AS Baymax โ like his consciousness IN Baymaxโ"ย
"There it is."
18.) Hei Hei from Moanaย โ "He's stupid in an endearing way! He's chaos! He somehow SURVIVES EVERYTHING despiteโ"ย
"Are you attracted to him or do you just relate to him?"
"Why not both?!"
"You actually have a serious thing for animals and I think we need to check it out."
"Keep her away from Derpy. And Sussie."
"NO WAIT GUYS PLEASE LISTEN I SWEAR I'M NOTโ"
19.) Jack Skellington from Nightmare Before Christmasย โ "Dramatic, misunderstood, wants to try new things even if he fails, PASSIONATE about his interests, and he's got that tall lanky thing goingโ"ย
"You like tall lanky ones?"ย
Zoey, looking her up and down : "I'm discovering I might have a type, yeah."
20.) Spider-Man's Web Shootersย โ Not even a character, just the web shooters themselves.ย
"Zoey, that's EQUIPMENT. WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN BY THAT."
"Versatile! Creative! Reliable! Gets the job done!"ย
"...I think she's having a breakdown. Iโm done, we're done."
Speaking of equipment, it comes to conclusion that Rumi's Saingeom and Mira's Gok-Do are also Zoey's absurd hear me outs.
But โฆ. I see the vision there, and Iโm hearing her โ i see her, eye to eye, souls reflecting because like โฆ. YEAH. YEAH OKAY THE BLADES CAN SLICE ME INSIDE OUT IF THEYโRE WIELDED BY MIRA AND RUMI. Good day folks.
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Listen I'm already scared about candyfloss' next week update, but i'm so happy this week's grave us fluffy funny moments after Citrus tree ripped my heart out lol (lols through the pain).