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a swing and miss doesn't mean it's game over by tzushi
Fandoms: KPop Demon Hunters (2025)
07 Oct 2025
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“What are you guys talking about?” Rumi cuts in. When Zoey looks back at her, she finds Rumi looking beyond confused, almost distressed.
“Our six-month anniversary,” Zoey states with a vague motion between the three of them. “It’s been six months since we started dating.”
“Almost six months,” Mira wrongly corrects.
“We’re dating?” Rumi asks.
or: zoey thinks it polytrix's anniversary. mira doesn't think it's for awhile. rumi doesn't think.
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14 Jun 2026
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Rumi has been suppressing her demonic instincts her whole life. Her girls try to convince her that she doesn't have to.
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self indulgent possessive Rumi (ft her fangs)
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14 Jun 2026
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“I asked Celine to kill me.”
Rumi doesn’t know what compelled her to say that. The sound of chopsticks clattering to the floor, though, stokes an immediate regret that urges her to get up and run.
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13 Jun 2026
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you crave the applause (yet hate the attention) by Yannie
Fandoms: KPop Demon Hunters (2025)
30 Dec 2025
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Mira's okay. Mira's okay. Mira's okay.
Zoey’s okay. Zoey's okay. Zoey's okay.
You're okay. You're okay. You're okay.
It just didn't feel right—didn't feel like she meant it enough. Her mind kept drifting restlessly and she couldn't focus on the words, on what she wanted them to mean.
She took an unsteady breath and started again.
Rumi has lived with rules all her life, rules that only apply to her and don't make sense to anyone else, so it isn't weird that she keeps developing more.
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28 Mar 2026
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But the texture of the couch under her sweating palms scratched violently at something that had always been loose in Rumi’s mind. Something in her fingers clung to the ease of hiding next to these two women. Something wanted to howl but was so deeply buried all it could do was bite at its own flesh. Frustration was clawing at the back of the empty hollow feeling. Normally couch time helped. Normally the laughter started to fill her up again. It gave Rumi something to hold onto until she wasn’t drowning.
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Rumi had a process. Something that never failed to make her feel better. The girls were never suppose to know.
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21 Mar 2026