ꨄ Helping spencey with with his fear! Kinda ooc tbh n doll!reader / self indulgent tbh ೄྀ
➶ Cw: drug use mention / kidnapping mention kinda / no beta we use Dialudid like tobias
Scared!Spencey who was always afriad of the dark, said it was the 'inherent absence of light' but you knew it was a little deeper.
Scared!Spencey who is scared of himself, after the whole thing with Tobias he's so unsure of himself. He saw that girl and felt the exact same way she did, Derek called it empathy but Spencer feels something so so wrong.
Scared!Spencey who takes Dialudid again, he just wants to feel more.. him? He's always struggled with social barriers, but somehow it makes it worse than before. He's snapping at people for no reason, refusing help and not reading the room properly. (He could before, just slightly better.)
Scared!Spencey who's terrified of even asking for help, what if the team thinks he can't do his job properly?
That's where you come in.
Scared!Spencey remembers all the times you've helped each other, so he decides to go to you.
Scared!Spencey who nervously shows you his arm, he struggles for a long time to try and find the right words. He seems to manage though, and tries to stifle a weird sound as you tie ribbon as a makeshift 'emotional' bandage for his scars.
Scared!Spencey learns that overtime it's easier to stop when your around, the urge lessens bit by bit, he also tries to keep something that keeps his hands busy; a rubix cube, a puzzle.. etc.
Scared!Spencey who stares at the colorful bandaids put on the puncture scars, his mind swirls with the possibility of you caring for him like this.
Scared!Spencey who makes sure your by his side however he can, he gives little info-dumps throughout the day and you're more than happy to listen.
Scared!Spencey who explains the difference between anything you ask of him, he loves explaining things to you specifically.
Scared!Spencey who eventually weens himself off it with your help.
Spencey who adores you so much.
RAGGHHHH THE SHAYLAAA he's so freaking cute I'mma smooch him - lwky kinda wanna make a doll!bunny! reader or like a cutesy reader n prison! reid ehehemwehhe ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ
Cake I love you, you know that, please PLEASE baby saja x reader (preferably a gender neutral or tguy reader if possible 🙏) that's all teehee *explodes*
#NEEDTHAT
Ever since you met him, he's put up a barrier against you. Maybe you can crack his shell?
You had heard debut of the Saja Boys and didn't really think much of it, sure — the song was catchy but it was probably a trend that would fade away with time. It was a nice day though, a day you would take advantage of. Go shopping for some treats and sodas at the local convenience store, your stomach rumbled at the thought of it.
That same melody played in your head over and over again, silently cursing to yourself as you walked. The store seemed to be open which was good, with a push the bells on top of the door seemed to chime signaling a customer entering.
Before you forgot, you went and grabbed a basket by the front, then went straight for the instant ramen section, Huntrix had come out with some flavors you'd happen to like, especially Zoey's. With a hum you picked out a few, then went to the drink section.
You picked some soft drinks as a blue haired man with a mask looked at energy drinks across from you, he found the drink interesting and wanted to try it. He stole a glance at you before looking at your cart, he cringed as he mumbled something.
"Hamburger flavor? Really?"
You rolled your eyes and scoffed.
It just spiraled from that.
You recently accepted an urgent job from a brand new company, hopefully they could give you a boost in popularity? You calmed your nerves down and packed up all of your equipment to use, and headed out the door. It was a new day — new people, nothing could've possibly got you down! After a bit of walking and checking in with receptionists, you'd made it to the idols.
"Okay, sooo I'm hearing you guys need some styling for tonight?" You looked at your clipboard, checking off little boxes you jotted down earlier for a smoother process. With a small nod you looked up and saw the people you'd be working with. It seemed normal, a few pink haired idols and a black haired one — along with one who had lilac colored hair.
Then you saw him.
That striking blue hair - the sweater, the nerve. Your teeth grinded against each other silently, not daring to get fired from this gig. Who knows, maybe he would be a little nicer?
✰ Dead wrong. ✰
An: AAHHH hope you guys liked the little snippet :D I needed to get this out there so I can focus on my other asks at the moment!! I'm probably going to do a part 2 as well! ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆
an: I'm so so happy for all the asks that are coming in!! I'm currently working on baby saju and jinu x reader at the moment but your ask will definitely be answered!
PLEASE can you write Zoey with a demon gf? hurt/comfort if you can!! THERES NO ZOEY X READER ANYWHERE IM STARVING😭
I DONT THINK YOUR READY FOR THE TAKEDOWN. ✧
Cw: OH BOY MAD ANGST LAWDDDD hurt / comfort, Zoey being insecure, panic attacks, just angst :( good ending though! Kinda short because this is hurting me 💔
She's in shock, denial. No no, anyone but you. First Rumi and now you? But, your not full of hate at all. You're beautiful and strong, not to mention everything she's not. How could you, be a demon? Everything she stands to hate, to distain, how could she love a demon like you?
It wasn't supposed to happen like this.
You weren't supposed to get in the crossfire, you werent supposed to be in the line of fire at all. It was an honest mistake, you undid your jacket you always wore and laid in on their couch. You'd thought they would be gone for at least a week, considering the text your new girlfriend had sent you. God, you loved her.
You had met over a shared taste of food, and attending art museums you kept bumping into her. Your connection deepened from that, along with the little texts she sends you with cute selfies attached. You'd reply with your own before giggling to yourself and going on with your day.
The voices got louder, Gwi-Ma got louder. It hurt to hear him whisper the same thing over and over again, "Break up Huntrix and you'll be free from my control.. Break Zoey." you couldn't do that to her. You drowned them out as best as you could, music, podcasts, whatever that was loud and in your ears.
She told you about her job as a Hunter soon after, people always told her she was eager to please and a little too trusting, she'd made that mistake too many times.
⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰
"Whhaaat? So your saying like, demons are real? And, you hunt them?" You tried your best to make a shocked expression, It melted your heart to hear her ramble about her secret life to someone other than Rumi and Mira. Although, you'd have to pretend like you weren't one yourself.
"Yess! I have like, these knives and stuff I throw at them! It's so fun, especially with the tricker ones." Zoey practically beamed at you with excitment. She explained the Honmoon and the things Rumi and Mira did with her. "You have a pretty good imagination, especially for a pretty girl." You flicked her gently on the forehead, as she calmed down a bit.
"Y—Yeah, it's our concept! Forrr ourr... next album!" Zoey fidgeted with her hands, you could tell she was feeling dejected and that tore you up inside, she couldn't know though. She would never know.
⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰
At least, that's what you thought. They came home early. The marks on your arms had only gotten worse, the pattern spreading from your collarbone to your finger tips now. You silently cursed to yourself as you heard the door open from behind you.
"I'm back!! I just forgot something like always and—" She stopped, dead in her tracks. She took in the sight of you, perfectly gorgeous and perfectly.. horrible.
"No, no no.. this has to be a joke right? Your pranking me right? I told you, and you- you thought it would be funny to replicate the marks, but I never told you how they looked like—" Zoey's breathing quickened as she started to panic, the room started to spin and she was shaking. You automatically reached out for her but she flinched, you looked at her scared face and your patterns on your hands. You really are a monster.
In Zoey's mind, the worst thing possible could've happened. Back to back in fact, they find Rumi was a demon and now you? Gwi-Ma must be taunting them, trying to take away everything they loved. The voices she'd pushed down long ago were starting to bubble up again, the insecurities.
"No one could love you, except for a demon."
You decided to take the risk and step closer, you pulled her into a hug before she could draw her weapon and squeezed tightly. You felt her body stiffen up for a minute, before relaxing. Trembling arms came up and held you back, and you let out a sigh of relief you didn't know you were holding.
"I'm, I'm so sorry. I wanted to tell you for so long." Tears started to well in your eyes and you held her, like something precious that would break and shatter. Zoey inhaled deeply before speaking.
"Do you even love me?" She choked out as she held you tighter, afraid and anxious you might leave her. You pet the top of her hair and nodded.
"Of course I do, since the day you spilled soda all over my shirt." That earned a soft laugh from her, which you gladly took. "Gwi-Ma gets in my head sometimes, but he can't force me to do anything. He can't drag me down there or summon me, I just wanted to live my life as a normal person." You stood in the hallway in silence for a moment, before pulling away and gently wiping her tears. "It's okay, I'll leave you alone if that's what you really want."
Unexpectedly, she pulled you in for another hug. The remnants of her tears you wiped staining your shirt. "Stay. Please. I'll deal with them, just.. be my partner. I don't want you to leave." And of course, who are you to deny your girlfriend?
⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰
She was still dealing with inner turmoil about the whole situation, but she found ways to cheer the both of you up. She painted her nails the color of your marks, and made sure to hide song lyrics about you in Huntrix's singles.
idk if you do stuff for the huntrix girls BUT. mayhaps a fluffy oneshot and/or headcanons of dancing/practicing choreography with mira 😼😼 (rubs my hands together like a fly sitting on the tastiest meal ever)
𝐹𝑖𝑡 𝐶ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑁𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑚 𝐸𝑟𝑎! ♬
Huntrix had just finished their world tour, making their new hit single number 1 on many music charts. As their friend & practically their second mini manager while Bobby is away, why not hang out with the girls and see what their up too?
Cw: First person, fem!reader, fluff! Silly stuff :3 Post-Movie Scenario, Spoilers if you haven't seen it! ヾ(＾-＾)ノ not proofread :(
You nodded to yourself and made up your mind to visit them, it was a normal day off so thankfully it would be less hectic. When you entered the hotel they were staying at, you first saw Zoey lying on the floor with a bunch of notebooks and papers filled with scribbles surrounding her.
"Oh, hiya! I didn't see you there! Sorry, lemme just—" Zoey rushed to clean, or at least tidy her mess before you stopped her and chuckled. "Hey, hey, it's okay. I don't mind, besides you always clean after, having this kind of space helps you think." Zoey stopped breifly before looking up at you, her expression shifted to a soft smile before nodding. You did a little wave bye before saying something about bringing the three of them something to eat later.
Next you saw was Rumi, she was in the living room watching TV and doing her 'carb loading ritual'. It's a miracle she's actually sitting down and relaxing for once, you gave her a wave and she reciprocated before pointing to a room with the door slightly ajar. "She's in there, been practicing for a little bit. You should say hi." Rumi gave you a smug grin before practically shooing you out the room.
Last was, Mira. You could tell she'd been practicing for an hour at least, her hair had some fly aways and you could hear her curse under her breath as she messed up a move. You said a quick 'hi' and she turned around, she gave a lazy wave and smiled.
"Hey there, been a while huh?" Mira did a 'come in' motion with her hands and made you put your bag down. "What are you plotting?" You looked at her smirk and decided to just accept your fate. "Need help with this move, I haven't been able to get it right so.. forcing you to do it with me." You tried to protest, before you could she gave you a look. Yeah, no not fighting her on this. You playfully rolled your eyes and stood closer to her.
"Atta girl, cmon. You know at least some of our choreo for How it's Done right?" After a quick rundown, she taught you the moves as she asked for critique on her own.
"Alright, step there.. 'How it's done done done.' You got it! I definitely know who to call if one of us pulls an ankle." She playfully nudged your arm with her elbow, for just a moment though, you could've sworn you saw something in her eyes. Adoration?
An: Yayyyyy hope you liked it!! I didn't know if you wanted platonic or romantic so I kept it neutral (≡^∇^≡)
did i not just say literally one week ago that ai-generated content of ronin and any of my characters is not allowed at all and is against my TOS which has existed since kc's launch in october 2024?
why would you commission ai songs of my characters knowing i'm against ai?
between this and the c.ai bots, i really am beyond done.
(if you guys would like to lend a hand in the comments...)
oh my fucking god, first of the disrespect towards rose???? secondly, this is THE WORST song I've heard and we have this thing called disco polo in Poland, even that is better than this thing
Oh that's not!! Hey guys let's read the TOS first!! And even if you didn't there has been multiple public announcements about rose and her ai stance but this is just, wowie.
First it was Luca now this? (´Ａ｀。like you actually paid like full on paid someone to make an ai song. 😦 that's uhm.. something!! Please do better.
An: FLUFF. I NEED FLUFF. IM TIRED OF SEEING DOOMED RELATIONSHIPS I NEED FLUFF. Not proofread!!
s: it's over. You don't have to sing, you don't have to dance. It's all over. Your free. // rounds are out of order
cw: slight asphyxiation on Ivan's part CUZ ROUND 6 WAS.. something !! kinda suggestive?? Mentions of blood, [I literally do not know how to tag warnings] also I have not watched any theories so this is what I got from watching the series :^
☆ You can't believe it, you're free. No more idol shows, no more competitions, no more death defying stages tugging on your heartstrings fighting the ones you love. Speaking of love, your lover. Are they okay? Did they make it out? ☆
𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐍..
Ivan had his match against Till, the crowd and the atmosphere was dizzing. The lights shined brightly on the two as they sang, the tension as Ivan glanced at the score rose higher and higher. The end of the song approaching as, the lights went off. Soft mummers of the crowd arose as they talked amongst each other on what happened.
The lights came back on, with the two nowhere to be seen. A missing icon appeared on the giant board as footsteps could be heard rushing, leaving the stage.
Mizi and Hyuna successfully got there on time. With the last few ticks of the clock left to go, the girls had removed their collars and earpieces.
Ivan wiped the blood from his mouth as his other hand was placed to the side of his side, it was a minor injury. That's what he told himself.
You squirmed past Mizi and Hyuna, making sure Ivan was okay. Your hands and eyes payed immediate attention to his face. Your hands were already on both of his cheeks, checking the remainder of blood that stayed over after he wiped it off. "Ivan! Are you alright? Did they get you?" You asked worriedly, as your eyes darted towards his frame.
He gave you a soft smile for a moment and caressed your face with his normal hand. “I'm fine, it's just a scratch.” He mentioned.
You grabbed the bandages and started to wrap his waist, earning a hiss from the taller man in front of you. Your bodies missed each other's touch, longing for these moments where you only had each other. No stage, just you and him.
The wound on his side would heal eventually, it wasn't that deep.
Ivan's hands grabbed your face, one of his hands were placed on your jaw while the other rested on your throat. He gave it a squeeze earning a shocked gasp from you, as he took that opportunity to kiss you. His approach was quick and swift, catching you off guard. It wasn't enough to choke you, but it was enough where you could still breathe.
Ivan kept kissing your lips, harder and desperate. Like he was going to lose you, not like you almost lost him.
Ivan let you go, his eyes dazed and full of content. After you regained your breath, he pulled you into a tight hug.
“I missed you so much. I have you all to myself. My black sorrow.”
𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋..
Till had fought against Ivan, the stage blinding his view of the aliens. Those creatures he hated so much. He wanted to be free, to escape from the chains he had been held in all his life. His saving grace, his light, his muse. You. He had to get back to you.
His drive was wavering, the exhaustion settling in. Hell, he didn't even know if you had won or lost.
Till had to continue.
Halfway through the performance, the lights flickered as smoke filled the stage. The aliens cheered, thinking it was part of the show. The roars of the crowd made the perfect cover to hide their footsteps.
Hyuna and Ivan dragged Till behind the stage, taking off and destorying the collar and earpiece.
You were pacing around in a safe room as Mizi waited for the signal that everything went as planned.
After a minute, the signal went off. Till was held up by Hyuna and Ivan. Exhaustion took over his body, his eyes lacked any light. He was free, but what was that freedom without you?
You rushed to his side at the sight of him, you scanned his figure to make sure of no injuries. Till's eyes shone brighter at the sight of you, he gave a weary smile and pulled you into a tight hug. You were alive. So alive, and real. He missed you.
You were with him till the end.
Thanks for reading !! ♡ I kinda lost motive but pt.2 will include Mizi and Luka !! ((o(^∇^)o))
OH SO YOU THINK UR FUNNY WITH THE PUNS HUH!? WTF MY HEART?! AM I THE VICTIM OF YOUR SHALLOW EMOTIONS?! WILL I JUST BE STUCK IN THIS HOUSE TILL THE END?! 😭🙏
Hello, my name is Cloud and you might know me by the semi popular Killer Chat fanfic author. And I'm announcing my emergency writing and art commissions (my Kofi is linked) to help me find a cheap apartment to live in, alongside having donations set up. I'm currently a student in high school, and will be trying to get into a college or go into trade, and trying to get a job.
I'm not one to really reach out for help, but the situation I'm in right now is difficult. For the past 6 or 7 years of my life, I had to deal with my step father who is a down beat dad and an abuser. Now, I'm going to be living in my aunt's small trailer that's meant for one person.
When I first moved in with him at the age of 11 or 12, my family was homeless and he was an alcoholic. His alcoholism caused a lot of trauma for both me and my mother as I had to watch him abuse her. In 2019 we found a house, but in December he went to jail for domestic violence.
You might ask, "why couldn't you leave?" It's difficult to leave when you're financially dependent on someone, which my mom was. Alongside I'm trans and our shelters around us aren't supportive. So for my sake as a minor at that time, it was best to wait.
My step father went to jail, then to rehab, then came back. But from 2020 until now, his aggressive behavior hasn't gotten better. He didn't lay hands on my mom or me again, but the emotional and mental abuse was still there, every, single, day.
What caused this downfall for me was March 23rd, when my step dad started to spiral and made me fear my life, starting to hate crime me for being trans towards my mother, and I will not tolerate that. On top of that, for the past 7 months, he's been wanting to kick me out and has threatened to kick me out almost monthly.
I will not tolerate being hated, feeling unsafe, and fearing for my life. I'm tired, and I need out, and all the help I can get.
Me and my mother talked about it, but as mentioned, I'll be living with my aunt, especially since I am an adult and I'm able to leave. It's somewhere, but having a place that doesn't have a thick coat of tobacco is something I'm willing to work my everything for a place to call home all to myself and finally be free from this trauma.
So, I set up Kofi, alongside a PayPal, Chime, and CashApp account. I have commissions open, both writing and art, alongside a donation goal set up. All the money that's given is going straight to a savings account that I have towards a cheap apartment in the area of living I'm moving to. A simple one bed one bath.
I would like to thank you all for your love and support. You all are amazing and mean everything to me. If you can't donate, just reblogging would do wonders for me.
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Summary: You had a long and tiring day, you weren't chatting in the server due to pressure. A certain someone takes notice.
An: MAANNNN I feel sorry for all my oomfs hopefully this chaos subsides ☹️ especially N and Ellie I hope y'all are alright :(
I hope this brings at least a little smidge of comfort for anyone reading this (ू˃̣̣̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣̣̣ ू)
You sighed, head in your hands while your elbows rested on your desk. Your leg jittered as you shook your leg out of anxiety and stress.
You looked at the wall, tears briming in your eyes. God, why did you have to cry when your frustrated?
Hands jitter and shake like clockwork, you're used to this. You have been for some time now, why is it getting worse?
Unsavory salty liquid falls down your cheeks, mentally cursing yourself for even having the opportunity to cry. Your supposed to be writing, instead here you are. Crying, instead of doing something productive.
He snickered, straight to voicemail huh? Ronin grinned out of frustration, he knew you wouldn't ignore him. Sometimes was, wrong. You wouldn't behave like this.
People just, take the fun away out of certain things, you of all people should understand that, right? So why, why does it still sting and hurt and feel so.. foreign and uncomfortable? Decaying, like rot consuming you whole.
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Ronin arrived at your apartment, he observed the little nooks and crannys of your front door, intrigued by the little details. He pounded on your door with brisk intervals, waiting for that moment.
That moment when he would see his writer darling again.
You covered your eyes and ears, grumbling at the sound of pounding on the door. You already knew who it was, why bother and opening a door for someone who can break it down? Ah, doors are expensive. Nevermind.
A dull ache washes over your body, perhaps this is the stress catching up. Trudging over to the living room you open the door.
Black eyes greet you, a sick smile on his face as bits of hair flow in the wind.
“What's got you looking so down? Y’know..”
Ronin steps in the doorway, he grabs your cheeks between his fingers. He applies a bit of pressure, just enough for it to sting slightly and focus on him completely.
“I'm here for you, yeah? I'm the one who's supposed to fuck you up, not anyone else.”
Tear stains decorate your face tragically, he doesn't stare through you; he stares at you.
Your arms reach for a hug, he pulls you in close. Moving his hand from your face to your lower back. He rubs comforting circles, somehow making the pain subside even for just a moment.
You two are just hugging in the doorway, but it feels like so, so much more.
