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Mirasstepstool: oh my goshhh you guys they’re so cuteeee!!! We all need a Mira in our lives!!
[attached to the tweet is a clip from a recent interview]
Interviewer: so, as we just discussed, your world tour was a smashing success.
Rumi, smiling: it was just incredible.
Interviewer: with all this success – and forgive me for prying – are there any special people in your lives to celebrate with?
Zoey ducks her head, sending a quick glance at Mira and Rumi. The slightest blush can be picked up.
Mira, seated between Zoey and Rumi, leans back and puts her arms around them.
Mira: all I need are my girls.
[end clip]
> Huntrix4lyfe: wait, did anyone else notice how they kind of dodged the question? suspicious…
> Den3vr: @Huntrix4lyfe
no no ur on to something. As a professional evader I know an evaded question when I see it
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Mira’s loud snort-laugh jolts Zoey out of her (attempted) slumber. Sprawled out in Rumi’s lap with soothing hands in her hair, she was surfing the plane between being asleep and awake, teetering on the edge of falling into unconsciousness. That is, until she was rudely interrupted.
Mira laughs at her phone again, and Zoey’s curiosity overrules her sleepiness. Lifting her head up, Zoey tries to peek at Mira’s phone. “What is it?”
Rumi’s hand trails down to gently hold the base of Zoey’s neck as she too leans over to catch a glimpse. Seeing as she’s sitting up and next to Mira, she has the better angle and is soon laughing along with Mira.
“What?” Zoey asks as she tries to wiggle out of Rumi’s lap.
“Remember the interview we had a few days ago?” Mira asks as Zoey finally manages to sit up. “And the guy asked if we were seeing anyone?”
Zoey nods.
“Well, long story short, our fans are now on a dedicated mission to find out who we’re dating.”
Zoey laughs. “Well, good luck to them.”
“You know what this means,” Rumi says, grinning, mischievous and entirely up to no good. Zoey’s stomach flips and flutters. “Time to have some fun.”
Rumisleftsock: so when was anyone going to tell me about the fucking masterdoc???
> 3lbowl1cker: @Rumisleftsock
do i even wanna ask
> Rumisleftsock: @3lbowl1cker
It's literally filled with every interaction Huntrix have had with anyone in the last few years. im honestly impressed i cant lie
> Rumisbathwater: @Rumisleftsock
How the fuck did people even find some of this shit
> steponmemira: @Rumisbathwater
Very, very long nights of scrolling through every social media possible
> 3lbowl1cker: @steponmemira
Yall need serious help
Zoeyswife: yo call me crazy but
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[the picture is one of those blurry paparazzi pictures of Zoey, Rumi and Mira leaning close and laughing, clearly drunk as they stumble down the sidewalk with a grainy-looking moon high in the background]
> bluetils: @Zoeyswife
yeah your definitely crazy. can women not be friends anymore?
> Zoeyswife: @bluetils
*you’re
“All right, girls!” Rumi says, clapping her hands together. Their manager, Bobby, stands next to her, hands on his hips and looking as proud as ever. “Break time’s over. It’s time to get back to work.”
Zoey silently starts her mourning for their last few months of rest, but she’s as excited as ever to get back out into doing what she loves: music. Their break was much needed and much deserved, but she’s itching to get her hands back on a mic.
Mira groans, drooping herself over their couch, stroking it like one would a pet. “Goodbye, my love. You shall be dearly missed.”
“Sometimes I think you love that couch more than you love us,” Rumi deadpans.
Mira just shrugs; Zoey laughs.
The drive to the studio gets them hyped up. All three of them are banished to the back seats in light of recent events involving a passenger seat, a tree, and Bobby’s godawful reaction time, but some things are for the greater good. They manage anyway, singing their hearts out to the songs on the radio (Bobby included).
They make it to the studio in one piece, thankfully. The positive energy is almost overwhelming, and Zoey already knows this comeback is going to be better than anything they’ve done before.
“Wait!” Zoey says before Rumi can pick up her pen and immediately be lost in her own lyrics. She pulls out her phone. “Group picture!”
She squishes her girls together, shooting a blinding smile up at the camera in her outstretched hand. Several pictures are taken, but Zoey chooses the best two and uploads them to her socials, typing a quick caption and then promptly forgetting about it.
Can you blame her? She’s got music to make.
ZoeyxtrixOfficial:
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Guess who’s back!!
> Intri.ngo: @ZoeyxtrixOfficial
lets gooooo! my fav girls evaaaa!!!
> BobbyxtrixOfficial: @ZoeyxtrixOfficial
I love you girls so much. I’m so proud of you!
> RumixtrixOfficial: @ZoeyxtrixOfficial
<333
> Zoeymarryme: @ZoeyxtrixOfficial
IS THAT A FUCKING HICKEY
> howitsdone: @Zoeymarryme
NO FUCKING WAY WHAT
> MiraxtrixOfficial: @Zoeymarryme
;)
> Zoeymarryme: @MiraxtrixOfficial
SJHFGJFHDSJKF HOLY????
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(“Mira!” Rumi huffs.
“What?” Mira says, smirking. “ You were the one that said to have fun with this.”)
Their new single Golden is a hit success. Even before it was officially released, Zoey knew. They smashed it out of the fucking park. They’ve got a press tour scheduled, like, literally tomorrow, but Zoey’s content to stay in bed cuddling with her girls tonight. She is a little worried about tomorrow though, and the inevitable questions about their love lives.
Speaking of. Rumi leans up slightly to kiss Zoey on her head briefly, shifting slightly from her place as a human mattress under her. “Whatcha thinking about?”
Zoey blinks. “Nothing.”
Rumi hums. “Nope. Try again. You’ve got your thinking face on.”
“I have a thinking face?”
“Stop changing the subject.”
Zoey sighs softly. “Just thinking about tomorrow.”
She doesn’t say more, but Rumi understands nonetheless. “We’ll be fine. Have fun, remember?”
Mira shifts behind Zoey, adjusting her position as Zoey’s backpack into a more koala-like situation. “You have no idea how fun it is to mess with these people,” she mumbles.
“Sorry,” Zoey whispers. “Did we wake you?”
“Mm,” Mira hums noncommittally.
Fun, Zoey thinks. Have some fun.
Wriggling around slightly, she manages to detangle her arm from the cuddle pile, enough to reach for her phone and take a picture of the three of them curled up against each other.
She smirks to herself as she uploads the picture to instagram before tossing her phone to the end of the bed and burying herself back into Rumi’s chest. She’ll check the replies in the morning, but for now she’s comfortable in the arms of her girls.
She falls asleep not long after.
ZoeyxtrixOfficial:
I love my girls <3
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[In the picture, Zoey is laying on Rumi’s chest as Mira spoons her from behind. There are limbs everywhere, and it’s hard to tell when one woman ends and where another begins. They’re all sprawled upon soft-looking sheets, dimly lit by a dull nightlight just barely in the corner of the frame. Zoey smiles up at the camera, looking peaceful and content as the other two snooze]
> Aiiimee.z: @ZoeyxtrixOfficial
Sleepover!!! So cute!!
> glasscloset: @Aiiimee.z
Ah, yes. Just three gals being pals. Sure
> Aiiimee.z: @glasscloset
What’s that supposed to mean?
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> Miramiraonthewall: @ZoeyxtrixOfficial
dream blunt rotation, honestly
> J4l3peñ0: @ZoeyxtrixOfficial
Who needs a boyfriend when you’ve got your girls! You go Zoey. living the dream
> Mirasfootcream: @J4l3peñ0
Lmao good luck, babe!
As expected, the press tour is a resounding success.
And, as expected, social media is… well, social media. Enough said.
Zoeyspinkytoe: Everybody looked so good at the press tour!! Those outfits? Insane. I can’t help but notice tho, is Zoey wearing a new lipstick? Who knows, maybe it’s for her mystery special someone? Wink wink nudge nudge
> Rumiandyou: @Zoeyspinkytoe
I could be wrong, but it looks a little smudged. Either she’s getting sloppy or it has something to do with her mystery lover
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barkingformira: YOU GUYS I SWEAR TO GOD IM NOT CRAZY BUT ZOEY IS WEARING THE EXACT SHADE OF LIPSTICK MIRA WEARS HELLO???
> lovefromdownstairs: @barkingformira
Ok wait as a Mira connoisseur myself you might be on to something
> barkingformira: @lovefromdownstairs
Zoey’s wearing Mira’s lipstick, i scream as they drag me back to my padded room
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Mira.culous: gang is anyone else still stuck on that motherfucking masterdoc or is it just me? Like its wild how every lead we think we have just,,, fucking evaporates and goes nowhere
> twinkletoes: @Mira.culous
maybe because every prospect on the doc is male. Have we ever thought about that?
> Mira.culous: @twinkletoes
Holy shit
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“All right, girls,” Rumi says. The three of them stand in a tight circle backstage, arms around each other. “This is what we practiced for.”
As Rumi gives them their standard pep-talk, Zoey just takes a moment to admire her girls. The way Rumi’s eyes shine as she talks, the way Mira’s jaw sets in determination, unconsciously drawing her perfect lips between her teeth. She loves them so much, and they’ve worked incredibly hard to get to where they are now. It almost brings tears to her eyes, but she sucks them back in, determined to wait until after their show.
“I love you guys,” Zoey says after Rumi is done. She kisses them each on the cheek, then pulls back, bouncing on the heels of her feet. “Now let’s go give them a show, eh?”
And they do. They go out and perform like their lives depend on it, and they fucking nail it. The crowd is in tears by the end of it, and maybe Zoey is too, so what?
It’s all Zoey could ever ask for, to be here with the women she loves, doing the thing she loves. So if she tackles them to the ground in a big hug on stage, so what?
The resulting cheer from the crowd is deafening.
> Rumi.nating: hello>???? Did anyone else see the lipstick marks on Mira and Rumi at the concert today?? Chat what if Huntrix is just all dating each other and we’re all fucking stupid
> RumixtrixOfficial: @Rumi.nating
Ding ding ding! We have a winner everybody!
> Rumi.nating: @RumixtrixOfficial
WHAT
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