Chapters: 16/?
Fandom: KPop Demon Hunters (2025)
Relationships: Mira/Rumi/Zoey (KPop Demon Hunters)
Characters: Rumi (KPop Demon Hunters), Zoey (KPop Demon Hunters), Mira (KPop Demon Hunters), Bobby (KPop Demon Hunters), Jinu (KPop Demon Hunters), Abby (KPop Demon Hunters), Baby (KPop Demon Hunters), Mystery (KPop Demon Hunters), Romance (KPop Demon Hunters), Celine (KPop Demon Hunters)
Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Rumi Needs a Hug (KPop Demon Hunters), Touch-Starved Rumi (KPop Demon Hunters), Rumi is self conscious about her patterns, Zoey thinks that the three are already in a relationship and doesn't understand why Rumi is suddenly pulling away, Useless Lesbians, Polytr/x, polytrix, Mira is intent on pushing these feelings down and is failing miserably, Rumi is bisexual, Miscommunication, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eventual Smut
Summary:
Every since Zoey and Mira found out about her patterns, Rumi's noticed that their dynamic is... different.
Rumi tries to chalk it up to her seeing what their friendship is like when she's not building up walls, but it's a little more intimate that she thought it would be. Not only that, but she begins to suspect that Mira and Zoey might be romantically involved, and something about that makes her jealous, but she can't figure out what.
Mira is convinced that Rumi is still hiding something other than her patterns. All she knows is that it has something to do with the three of them.
Zoey thinks that all three are already dating and is trying to get Rumi to be more open to affection from the two of them, but she still seems apprehensive.
now that i’ve watched episode 14, and with the idea of occtis and wicander getting together, the demon sisters are having conniptions because “sweet wicander” decided that tachonis brat (that used a lizard to attack one of them, and chill touched another) is the one for him
Howdy! I go by Moth (he/him), I'm 23, and I'm hoping to find some fellow writers to be mutuals with! I started writing my first novel in 6th grade study hall (lost to time, unfortunately) and I've been writing ever since.
I write fantasy, realistic fiction, and poetry. I also dabble in sci-fi and romance
I've been worldbuilding for a novel I started in my senior year of college. I'm not sure if I'll post much about it, but I'll leave some details below just in case I do
This blog will mostly contain short stories, blurbs about characters I'm developing, and some poetry
I've got a couple of WIPs:
I'm writing a series of short stories/blurbs surrounding one specific character through the years. Each section will reveal more and more about her, but her name remains a mystery (for now). Read the her stories here: The Woman at the Bar, A Party in 1963, 1982 (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)
I'm working on a longer sci-fi short story that follows the crew of a space station through a meteor shower that damages the station. I don't have anything ready quite yet, but I'm hoping to post part 1 sometime soon!
I'm frequently writing poetry, but the topics vary piece by piece. I write free-verse, for the most part, but I enjoy playing with forms like sestinas and haiku. Currently, these are the poems I have up: Haiku for the Deer on the Side of the Highway
I'm not sure if/how much I'll post about it, but here are some details about my novel:
I'm building the world from scratch. It's still in the early stages, but I've developed a few cities in which the novel is set. I've also been working on the main characters' cultures
It's somewhere-between-high-and-low fantasy (I'm not sure how else to describe it) and will follow the main characters in an attempt to save the kingdom of Lyhold from war.
One of the aforementioned main characters is Ailbhe (Al-va), a thief by trade. He's a member of a nomadic culture and is well-versed in all things plants. He's missing his ring and pinky fingers on his right hand and has a prosthetic that comes in handy in more ways than one (I'm so sorry).
The other main character is Gaheriet, a captain in the King's Guard (the official army of Lyhold). He doesn't remember anything about his childhood before the age of 11, when he joined the Guard to train as a knight.
There will be a romantic subplot (they're gay, your honor). There's a lot of lore between the two of them but if I had to describe it, it's friends to enemies to lovers (but Gaheriet doesn't know about the "friends" part).
Anyway, that's a bit about me! I'm always open to critique and I look forward to sharing more stories in the future. Feel free to send me a message or reblog if you'd like to be mutuals, and thanks for taking the time to check out my blog!
Ok ok ok. Hear me out. I had an idea about what happened after the series. (Apologies in advance if this is cringe, I try my best 😔)
After reading the mini series of Yujiro being a Step Father™️ and after the last part of the series (Goddamn that was brutal 😭), I couldn’t help but think about how in the end he was like “expect to see me around often-.” LIKE HELLO?!
This man is really gonna pull up to the dojo, where his bbg stepdaughter is at, not giving a shit if all of the guys are glaring at him and Katsumi, Jack, and Baki are literally about to pounce on him for what he did- nah nah, I could see him giving them a nasty smile and asking about where you’re at.
No one says anything and this man has the audacity to be like, “awww is my baby girl recovering from the (censored) that I gave her? It seems she’s gonna need a few more rounds of (censored) with daddy before she can take more of my (censored) without being a lil bitch.”
And then the protective trio are jumping this mf, seeing red and trying to beat the shit out of him.
But sadly, the ogre is demolishing them all and everyone’s too scared to move to step in. He’s especially pummeling Katsumi, taking pleasure in his blood soaking his fists.
It’s only until you come out on wobbly legs, that you plead for him to stop beating up the love of your life.
The ogre only gives you a disappointed look, before saying “now if you weren’t hiding, this would have been avoided. Look what you did you silly girl, this is all YOUR fault.” He just loves to gaslight istg.
You’re over his shit, wanting him to leave and not hurt your loved ones again. “What do you want?”
With the same bloody hands that he used to demolish your lover, he pulls out a black box and gets down on one knee.
Everyone is fucking gasping, they’re watching in horror as he lifts up the top to reveals a shiny Diamond ring.
Baki and Jack are watching helplessly as their sister gets puts in a horrible situation, they wish to intervene. But they’re too weak to move.
The ogre flashes you a slimy smile, one that makes you take a step back.
“Will you marry me? And have my baby?”
The sound of someone throwing up rings out throughout the tense silence.
"So what'll it be," he leers at you wickedly, Katsumi's crumpled body discarded at his feet, "You gonna accept your position like a good girl, or do you need me to keep putting on a show for you?"
You went numb, your limbs collapsing under your weight as you crashed to the ground. Distantly you could make out your brothers screaming something in the background, a warning or possibly a threat, it sounded too muffled to tell.
All you could focus on was Katsumi's bruised and broken face, so puffed up and bloody you could scarcely tell it was the man you loved. His chest still rose and fell, bringing you brief comfort knowing he was still alive. But how long would that be the case? Would he survive if you told Yujiro no?
Tears cascaded down your cheeks as you shifted you focus to the gaudy, massive rock presented to you. It was just as ostentatious as the man who offered it, a vile checkmate you could not escape from.
"All it will take is one word to end this," Yujiro's voice was stern, his predatory gaze drinking in your misery with glee, "I'll even be nice and let you choose if you get a happily ever after or not, princess."
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GOD THIS WOULD BE AWFUL AAAHHH. Like, can you imagine? All that hell you went through, your loved ones doing all they can to build you back up and protect you, AND THEN THIS?
Dreadful. The worst. Horrid. I absolutely love it.
This was not cringe at all and I adored it, ty anon for making me (and now everyone else) suffer so deliciously. <3
"I Didn't Ask For This" -- WIP I'll probably never finish lmao
The papers sure as hell weren't lying when they mentioned to take caution in the Megaplex's vast hallways; you knew right off the bat that the only reason you weren't lost already was the man to your left, who towered over your smaller frame rather intimidatingly. He was clutching papers with a sickeningly cheerful expression and chattering on about something, but you couldn't quite hear him over the roaring crowd in the background. It was another busy day, a Monday, and by the sound of it, you were sure some big event had been scheduled. God, how you hated noisy people and their spoiled children. The employee said something about the sign-in office, but you couldn't really make it out, and that was apparently all he really had to say before moving on to a quieter section, pointing out design features, S.T.A.F.F bots' designs, and the occasional exciting Glamrock that passed by. You internally squealed because you knew you'd maybe have the honour of fixing up their endo- and exoskeletons and getting to be elbows deep in all the exciting tech FazCo had to offer. Well, you were excited until he stopped in the most unexpected place. Squeals and shrieks filtered out from two red double doors that led to the Superstar Daycare Pick-Up, and your stomach churned. This was the only place left to explore, and he'd still not assigned you a job yet. Something clenched in your gut as he opened the doors, grinning and beckoning you further in. Begrudgingly, you followed. Seriously, if you didn't know better, you'd think it was Christmas and he wanted to show you all the elves he'd captured from how excited he looked.
"And the most important part of this entire establishment," he crooned, sounding a little too fervent, "the Superstar Daycare!"
You nodded, sticking your hands into your pockets and wincing as a particularly shrill shriek escaped through the propped castle-looking doors. "Cool," you supplied, trying not to sound uninterested or slightly repulsed by all the thoughts of sticky fingers and drooling mouths. "Uhm...I dunno why I needed to see the daycare, though, considering I should be...y'know...doing maintenance stuff, and not babysitting?"
"Oh, but you will be doing maintenance." The guide's eyes sparkled, almost dangerously. Your skin crawled and you felt slightly insecure under his gaze. "The daycare attendant has been having a couple hiccups here and there since we extracted the virus from its counterpart, and I'm sure you'll make a wonderful animatronic babysitter."
Your mouth opened and closed, then opened again. "But that's not maintenance, it's-"
"Sure it is." Again, the underlying threat in his voice made you highly uncomfortable. "You see a problem, you log it, you wait until the end of the day, and you fix it. Simple. Plus, I'm sure it would adore the help in the daycare; it's pretty busy on a daily basis you know."
You were sure you did know, but you really didn't want to say or do anything that gave any indication that you were on board with your assignment. You couldn't believe you signed up for a child-free job...just to be a babysitter for- oop, you guessed it, children. Oh, and a robot that would probably treat you like a kindergartener. Lovely. You ground your teeth and glared at the not-so-positive-now-that-you-thought-about-it employee with immense distaste. This was the only offer he was giving you, and you really needed the money.
"Fine," you managed to say without growling, "how do I start my...job?"
He clapped, brightening up immediately back into that faux-genuine cheer. "Oh, I knew you'd come around! Come, let me introduce you to your little project!"
You shuffled along behind him as he strode over to the door and opened it all the way, calling out in a loud and jubilant voice laced with barely-noticeable poison. "Oh, Sunny~! We have a new friend for you!"
The children all stopped their activities as the voice carried its way to the back of the daycare and into the audio processors of the daycare attendant. You watched a haloed head pop out from behind a play structure, emotes clicked on to display the bot's excitement as it spotted you. Even from an entire daycare away, the thing seemed huge. You weren't sure how children didn't run from the damn thing in fear; it was that tall. It slowly got to its feet, bells jangling and sun rays twitching in bridled excitement.
"A new friend?" it asked, all but skipping closer and stopping nigh three feet from the door. You made a strangled sound and went to step back, but a firm hand on your back chilled you to your bones' cores and you froze. You nodded at the tall-ass animatronic and suppressed a terrified whimper, nodding.
"Y-yep," you managed, scooting forward a little to get the creep's hand off of you, "I'm a new friend, all right."
The animatronic's eyes scanned you carefully, and you weren't sure who you wanted away from you more; the overly cheerful, creepy jackass with his hand on the small of your back, or the golden retriever-energy animatronic who'd probably insist you join the games with all the icky children.
"I'm Sun," the animatronic said, grabbing your hand firmly without permission at all. "I can't wait to get the fun started, friend! Come on! I'll take their training from here, Mr. Twimbly."
The employee--Mr. Twimbly, you assumed--gave you the biggest of his smiles yet and waved as you were pulled away, into hell. Oh, boy. You were in for a lovely day.
Ok preface I know that possessive behavior is a red flag but uh. I saw that your requests were open and I was wondering if I could please get some Lobo being a lil jealous and possessive over the reader.
a/n: love this prompt so i might be a walking red flag myself lol
“God, you cannot be serious.” you groan with disdain.
Before you was a run-of-the-mill bar, brimmed with noise and an odor that was downright foul. The large burly mass behind you places his hands on your shoulders, “Aw, c’mon, you’ve never been to this one.” Lobo takes a drag of his cigar before haphazardly flicking it out of sight and blowing a cloud of smoke into the air. Just as those words left his mouth a crash emits from the entrance of a bar. One of the drunks had stumbled out to pour his guts out onto the pavement.
You groan once more in protest, “Is that really supposed to convince me? I think the stench alone is a safety hazard.” you whine softly before covering your mouth and nose in your hands.
Lobo cackles, “You get used to it.” he begins to confidently stride past you, “Plus, has the Main Man ever steered you wrong?”
Begrudgingly you catch up to his heel and huff in response. “I could fill a room with how many terrible ideas you’ve had.” With a glint in his daring red eyes and wide grin, he reaches behind himself to pull you in front of him. Lobo then proceeds to throw you over his shoulder to sit, perched; a well practiced habit that you grew accustomed to.
“Argue all y’want, sugar. Y’know what that usually leads to…”
His mischievous chuckle earns a frustrated sound and a tug of his hair, “Lobo!”
“Relax, babes, at least I’m payin’.” the large man is completely unfazed by your halfhearted attempts to hurt him as he continues to wear his wide grin.
You only grumble to yourself when you finally reach the bar. As crowded as it was Lobo manages to squeeze you two into seats furthest from the bathroom. The barstool was so worn out it groaned beneath the added weight. You made a mental note to burn these clothes later. In the corner of your eyes you spot a sea of creeps. However, you were quick to find comfort in the fact that they were clearly wary of who was in your company. Returning your focus to the barkeep you hear Lobo ordering himself something you assumed was whiskey. He turns to you and nudges your arm. You usually got something light, but tonight was different. Lobo only brought you out here for drinks because you had a terribly rough day at work.
You pick something that is sure to boost your confidence and get this party started. This doesn’t go unnoticed by your loud mouth boy toy. “That bad, huh?”
The bartender is quick to return with your orders. “You have no idea. I am so calling in tomorrow. I’m doing way more than what I’m paid for and they know it! I mean this morning,” you begin retelling your horrible day to Lobo who was uncharacteristically listening without a word. If anything, he was watching you transition from a bundle of stress to a rather friendly little thing. It was somehow relieving to him to see you loosen up so much more than usual. Not that he would ever admit it, but he hated it when you would be so full of burden and barely allow him a windows view of your problems. Now you were suddenly telling him anything without much shame or thought for that matter.
“And that was the worst party I had ever gone to.” you take a swig of your drink, hardly tasting it anymore. Lobo throws his head back to laugh, “Haw! No wonder you quit tequila!”
A few stories and a few drinks later, you notice that you were well passed tipsy. Not that you minded at the time. Just as you were about to start another story, something catches your attention. It was a familiar rythme. The second it hits you, you gasp and turn to Lobo. “Holy shit I love this song!” Although you were slurring your words, you jumped right in. With caution to the wind you even leap onto the bar. It was much to his surprise, but he enjoyed your enthusiasm.
Your choreography was incredibly improvised and frankly, embarrassing. Regardless, everyone in the bar loved it and some even began to cheer for you. Involuntarily, Lobo mentally catalogs this song for later. For now he decides to enjoy the show and cheer you on as well. At some point the fun begins to end when a drunk pulls on your arm by your wrist and into his lap. Red eyes widen at your playful attitude as you respond by caressing their cheek and continuing to sing and laugh. As the song ends the bar erupts in laughter and euphoria.
“And what’s your name, mister.”
“You can call me daddy.” he winks at you, “How’s about you and I get outta here, sugar lips.”
You dizzily giggle at him, “Where’re we goin’?”
“A fraggin’ morgue if you don’t get yer paws off my things.” there was a noticeable path between the crowd that led to you both.
Lobo stood in front of you two, not the least bit impressed. In fact, his brows furrowed and he held a disgusted snarl. “Ha ha awkward.” you giggled despite the tension. Perhaps next time he'll just bring the drinks to your place. “Listen, ass-face, if I gotta repeat myself, I’m gonna mess you up so bad I’m gonna be scrapin’ yer veins from my fingernails for a week.”
The bar is silent as Lobo uses his size to loom over the drunk who began to visually shake. “Woah-!” you have to catch yourself on the floor as you are quickly pushed off of your cushion-y seat. The drunk nervously laughs, “My bad, man, didn’t know you had dibs.” he holds his hands up defensively. This did nothing to please the main man as his blood was still boiling. He probably wouldn’t be so upset had you been in your right mind. He knows you would have socked this scumbag in the face before calling to him if you were sober. Thankfully he knew he couldn’t really blame you for any of this no matter how much he wanted to. Didn’t stop him from taking his anger out on this dweeb however.
That said, Lobo uppercuts the guy through the ceiling. His ears twitch at the sickening crack upon impact. Nobody complains and nobody bats an eye. Like a hivemind, they go about their business, even as blood drips from the ceiling.
That was somewhat satisfying, he decided. Returning his sights back on you he's quick to lift you to your feet and into his arms. Considering you were still struggling to get up he figured this would be easier than waiting for you to sober up enough to walk. He was glad he could help you relax, but whatever had happened just then was not ideal. You two may not have been dating but in his eyes you were exclusive. He made sure you knew that with how many secret admirers he had to scare off these past few months.
Lobo grumbles as he looks down at your flushed gaze. “Th-thanks, Big Guy.” you gently pat his bicep, exhausted, “Tonight was really fun.”
It relaxes him to see the tired smile on your face. His playful bad boy attitude returns, “Yer gonna pay for that lil show back there. Don’t go thinkin’ yer off the hook yet, sweetie bits.” He pays the tab and begins to head towards the door.
You snort at him, “Don’t tell me yer jealous.”
“I don’t like anyone touchin’ my stuff.” he retorts before throwing you over his shoulder and smacking your backside, as is tradition when you give him a headache. “Hm, dunno if I like bein’ called “stuff”.”
“You’ll get over it.” You chuckle in agreement to that.
On the way home you manage to fall asleep before you even get to your street. Lobo puts you to bed and before his commitment issues make him leave, he takes a second to look at you. Only you would have the courage to fall asleep on the most dangerous bounty hunter in the cosmos. Something about that made him smirk to himself. Lobo leaves with a mental note to bother you in the morning.
A/N: Heard that @shinsouzone was having a rough one and thought some headcannons might help. Tender Shinsou below the cut!
Warnings: None.
Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x reader
When you have a bad day:
Hitoshi knows how you text like every inch of his capture weapon
Can tell in a heartbeat that you’re having a rough day, asks if you need anything
Picks up anything you request on his way back from patrol, even if you message ridiculous things as a joke
Shows up at your home in loose sweats with a gentle smile on his face
Drops the bags on your table and immediately places a soft kiss on your forehead
Gives the best bear hugs, the kind that pick you up by the waist and carry you
Hitoshi will refuse to admit that he’s always doing extra strength training to be able to keep doing it, even if you seem as light as a feather a the time
“Wanna rant about it or be distracted?”
Will listen as long as you need, pulling you onto his lap and carding his fingers through your hair and massaging your scalp
Open any treats you asked for and puts a spread out on the coffee table by your couch
If you want to be distracted, will pull out any games you like or put in your favorite movie
Lots of little kisses. Everywhere. Face, top of the head, shoulder, hands, wrists
Makes dry sarcastic comments about the people at your work, both coworkers and customers
“You know I could just stand guard for you at work, anytime anybody asks something direct them to me and I’ll make ‘em go away”
Squeezes you a little tighter when he hugs you while trying to comfort you
Laces your fingers together and sighs as he tries to stay awake
Will draw a bath if you let him and insists on helping, if you let him
Places soft kisses on your shoulders while he sits with you in the warm water
Will wraps his arms and legs around you like a koala bear if you try to get out
“Sorry babe, it’s the law of bad days. Need to stay here for mmmmm five more minutes?”
When Shinsou needs comfort:
The last thing Shinsou ever wanted was to seem weak.
But there he was, standing on your doorstep and holding his fist up to try and knock to see if you were able to give him the comfort he desperately needed after his day
Having been approached by a villain while on patrol who tried to convince him to join the LOV, a sidekick from the agency he was doing a work-study with had begun spinning rumors about how his quirk was villainous
Shinsou thought he had put all of this behind him, moved on from that stereotype and proven himself a hero
His fist shake as he stands there in the cold, cursing himself for letting tears escape down his cheeks
When you open the door to his faint knocking, he nearly collapses into you
His arms hang limply and shinsou hides his face against the crook of your neck with a sniffle
Fails to keep in a few soft whimpers at the comfort your warmth brings him
Shinsou lets you lead him to the couch and rests his head against your shoulder as you two sit
Lays his head in your lap and pulls your hand to his hair as his breathing becomes erratic
Starts talking once he’s calmed down a bit, but spills everything about his day and the ugly self doubt that came clawing back into his mind
Wraps his arms around your waist and sighs as your fingers massage his scalp
Asks in the softest voice ‘Is it alright if I stay here with you tonight? I don’t wanna be alone with my head…”
Takes a quick shower and changes into a spare pair of sweats he left here for lazy date nights
Curls into you for the entire night, whether in bed or on the couch. Needs to feel as close to you as possible
Falls asleep hugging your arm close to his chest with his cheek smooshed against your shoulder
Will deny that he accidentally drooled on you till the day he dies
