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Make It Right - Mini Series

Pairing: Alysa Liu x masc artist! reader

Summary: You and Alysa were once highschool sweethearts but just a month after graduating, pressure and diverging paths pulled you two apart. Now four years later…Alysa stays busy, fully immersed in skating and the life she’s built for herself. You on the other hand, took the risk of pursuing music full time and it’s paid off, your career’s rising fast despite the fact your heart never moved on. One night, your two worlds collide again.

Notes: This series mentions/references many existing songs, all rights to their respective owners!

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Chapters!

1. Part One (Prologue)

2. Part Two

On hold…

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saw katseye live today which means I saw megan and megan knows alysa so technically I met alysa today!🤩🤩

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She Looks So Perfect - Oneshot

(Alysa Liu x female reader) College AU

Summary: After getting a late night call to pick up your drunk friends, you meet Alysa for the first time…

A/N: hii, short oneshot for you guys! little warning: use of y/n (it’s literally once but just incase anyone doesn’t like that) also guys talk to me! send thoughts and requests plsplspls!

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Your phone buzzed at 2:17 AM.

You were in the middle of a match, headset on, controller warm in your hands, and you were absolutely baked. You'd packed a bowl about an hour ago and the world had that soft, fuzziness that made gaming feel like you were floating through another dimension. The chatter of your squad was distant and funny, everything was funny when you were high and you were just about to clutch a whole squad when the vibration cut through.

You ignored it. The last dude had to be at most, three more clean shots. Your squad needed you.

It buzzed again. And again. Then you were dead by one clean snipe from someone third partying and your whole team was being sent back to the lobby.

"Holy shit dude, answer your phone!" your teammate said.

You sighed then checked. Seven missed calls. Five from Isabeau and the other two from Amber. Your stomach dropped a little, the good kind of buzz mixing with concern. Amber didn't call unless something was actually wrong.

You called back. It took two rings.

"Hey! Hi! Okay so" Amber's voice came through loud and slurred, competing with what sounded like a house party in full swing behind her. "We may have made a small mistake."

"What kind of mistake?" But you already knew.

"The kind where we're all very, very drunk and nobody's sober enough to drive and you're literally the only person I know for a fact is up." Amber paused. "Please tell me you're not too high to drive."

You looked at the half smoked joint on your desk then back at the game paused on your screen. "I can drive. Where are you?"

"The Theta house on Maple. Can you come get us? It's me, Isabeau, and.." Amber's voice got muffled like she was covering the phone. "and Alysa. She's our friend from the rink. You haven't met her yet."

"Alright give me fifteen."

You bid a quick goodbye to your squad currently loading into another match then log off, chug some water, and grab your keys. Your apartment was a disaster, energy drink cans on the coffee table, gaming headset tangled on the couch, a hoodie with a faded anime logo draped over the armchair. You didn't bother cleaning. Isabeau and Amber had both seen much worse. You just made sure you were actually capable of operating your car before heading out.

The drive was clear at this hour. You pulled up to the Theta house at 2:36 AM, and Amber stumbled out first, followed by Isabeau, who was giggling at something only she understood. They both looked exactly as drunk as they'd sounded on the phone. Amber's makeup was smudged. Isabeau's zip up sweater was hanging off her shoulder. You sighed, turning your hazards on before hopping out to opened the back door.

"Come on. Watch your step."

"You're the best," Isabeau announced, attempting to hug you and nearly falling into the car instead. You caught her elbow and guided her into the back seat.

That's when Alysa emerged from the house.

She stumbles out a second later, alittle unsteady on her feet, like she was trying and failing to walk straight. Her hair is messy, loose strands falling everywhere and even under the dim porch light you can tell she’s out of it.

Then she saw you.

Her entire body went still. Her eyes widened slightly and you watched her do a full body scan of you, from your mismatch slides to the baggy sweats sitting low on your waist then finally to your green faded minecraft shirt. Her gaze lingered on your face for a moment that felt longer than it probably was and her cheeks flushed a deep pink which was totally from the alcohol.. right?

"This is our designated driver!" Amber said cheerfully, gesturing at you. "This is Alysa. Alysa, this is y/n!" Amber rattled off your name.

"Hi" Alysa said. Her voice was quiet, almost breathy. She wasn't looking at Amber. She was still looking at you, you weren’t exactly sure what her facial expression meant but she looked absolutely hammered either way.

You felt your entire face go hot. You suddenly became very aware of how you looked… the minecraft shirt, the fact that you were definitely still high, the way you were probably standing awkwardly. You opened your mouth to say something else but instead made a weird strangled noise.

"Hey" you managed, your voice coming out weird and higher than usual. "I'm uh. Yeah. Let's go home."

Alysa's lips twitched slightly, like she was trying not to smile at how flustered you'd gotten. Then you tripped getting back to the driver's side.

The drive to your apartment was a symphony of chaos. Amber kept pointing out the window at things that weren't there. Isabeau was recounting a story about a guy named Derek that made absolutely no sense. And Alysa… Alysa was completely silent. But every time you glanced in the mirror, she was looking at you. When you'd turn to look back, she'd look away, her cheeks still flushed.

You were a mess pretty much the entire duration of the ride, your hands were sweating on the steering wheel. You kept adjusting the radio for no reason. You were hyperaware of every movement you made, every time you shifted gears, every time you had to turn your head. At one point, you caught her staring at your hands and you nearly ran right through a red light.

By the time you pulled into your complex, you were convinced you made the worst first impression possible.

"Aight everyone out." you announced, your voice still doing that weird thing. "Slowly please."

Amber could barely stand. Isabeau kept trying to walk in a straight line and failing miserably. You got them both stabilized but Alysa was the problem, she was coordinated enough to walk but when she stepped out of the car, she immediately swayed and you reached out to catch her without thinking about it.

Your hand found her waist and you both froze.

"I got you." you said, your voice coming out all soft and stupid. You couldn't look at her, your face was on fire.

"Thanks.." Alysa whispered and she was so close you could smell her perfume mixed with alcohol. And oh god you were going to die. You were going to die right here on the sidewalk outside your apartment complex because a pretty girl was leaning on you and you had absolutely no idea what to do with your hands.

You managed to get them up the stairs without incident, mostly by not looking at Alysa and pretending to concentrate very hard on not tripping. Once you got them through your apartment door, you made a split second decision.

"Okay actually change of plans. You're all staying here tonight. I'm not letting you guys Uber home like this."

"Really?" Amber lit up. "You're sure?"

"Yeah. Couch, armchair, and my bed. We'll figure it out."

You got Isabeau settled on your couch with a trash can nearby, a precaution based on experience. Amber passed out almost immediately on your armchair, her head tilted back at an uncomfortable angle. You grabbed a blanket and draped it over her.

That left Alysa and you were dreading it. She was standing in your living room, looking around at your space like she was trying to understand how you lived. You kept everything pretty neat aside from some stray items laying around. There were energy drink cans on the coffee table and an ashtray you'd forgotten to clean and put away. A half eaten bag of Doritos sat on the armrest.

"Sorry about the mess” you said quickly, moving to grab the ashtray. Your words were tumbling out too fast. "I wasn't expecting guests. I mean not that you're just a guest, you're Amber's friend so… I mean Isabeau's friend. You know what I mean."

Alysa's lips curved into a small smile. "It's okay" she said quietly. "It's cute."

You weren't sure what that meant, but something about the way she said it made your stomach flip in a way that had nothing to do with being high.

"You should drink some water" you said, handing her a glass. Your hand was still shaking a little. "And we need to get you somewhere to sleep."

Alysa took the water, but she didn't drink it immediately. She just held it, watching you move around your apartment like you were the most interesting thing in the world.

"Come on" you said, already heading toward your bedroom because you needed to get away from her gaze before you combusted. "You can take my bed."

"What about you?" Alysa asked, following you down the hallway.

"I'll sleep out here with Isabeau on the couch, it's okay. Not that I'm weird about it or anything, I just…" You stopped yourself. "Let's get you to the bed."

You got her settled in your bedroom, made sure she had water on the nightstand, and tried very hard not to notice the way she was looking at you. Her eyes were intense as she watched you from her spot on your bed and there was something in her expression that made your mouth go dry.

"Thank you" she whispered. "For picking us up and everything."

You nodded, suddenly very aware of how close you were standing. You took a small step back because if you didn't, you might do something stupid like try to tuck her hair behind her ear or something equally as ridiculous. "Get some sleep. We can order breakfast in the morning or something."

Then you hurried to closed the door before you could embarrass yourself more.

-—-

You woke up on the couch in your living room at around seven in the morning with a pain in your neck and absolutely no memory of falling asleep. You groaned and stretched, then realized you were hungry. Starving, actually.

You shuffled into the kitchen and decided that you could make breakfast for everyone. You figured they’d all be super hungover and maybe having a nice breakfast would help them somehow. You could honestly cook pretty good when you actually tried, it was one of the few things you didn't completely fumble.

You started with bacon, letting it sizzle in the pan while you cracked eggs into a bowl. Toast went in the toaster. You moved around your small kitchen fast and slightly messy. Then you heard movement from the hallway.

You didn't look up from where you were but you heard Alysa shuffle into the kitchen. She was wearing one of your shirts you bought from the last music festival you went to and a pair of sweatpants you'd left out. Her hair was down, messy and soft around her shoulders.

And then she saw you.

You were standing at the stove, completely focused on what you were doing. Your hair was still a disaster from sleep, sticking up in about seventeen different directions. You looked like a complete loser.

And Alysa's entire body went rigid.

"Oh! hi" you said, glancing over your shoulder when you heard her. You still weren't looking directly at her, too focused on the eggs. "I figured I'd make breakfast since you guys let me be the hero last night." then you were finally able to turn to her.

She was just staring at you like you were the most attractive thing she'd ever seen in her entire life.

"Uh you okay..?" you asked, suddenly self conscious. "I can order something if you don't want-"

"No!" Alysa said quickly, her voice alittle strained. "No this is... this is really sweet of you."

You sighed in relief then turned back to the stove. You were completely oblivious to the way her eyes were tracking your every movement.

Amber stumbled out of the living room just then, looking like death and you didn't notice the way Alysa's jaw clenched when Amber interrupted.

"Oh my god, is that food?" Amber moaned. "You're a saint. A literal saint."

Isabeau emerged shortly after and soon your small kitchen was full of hungover girls and the smell of bacon and butter. You moved around the kitchen fast.. plating food, pouring juice, making sure everyone got some Advil for the raging headaches they probably all had.

Alysa couldn't take her eyes off you.

At one point, you reached past her to grab syrup from the cabinet and your arm brushed against her shoulder. She froze mid gulp of water.

"You good?" Amber asked, raising an eyebrow at Alysa.

"Fine" Alysa said quickly, her voice all breathy. "Just horrible headache."

The whole time you ate, you were oblivious, rambling about your fortnite matches last night before they had called you. You were completely unaware that Alysa was watching you talk animatedly like you were a nature documentary she couldn't look away from.

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By the time Amber and Isabeau left (after profusely thanking you and making Alysa promise to text them), it was almost noon. Alysa lingered, helping you clean up and she was a nervous wreck the entire time which was ironic because you were the one who was supposed to be nervous around pretty girls, not the other way around.

"So" you said, handing her a plate to dry. Though you finally got alittle control over your nerves around her, you were still definitely not being normal. "Are you feeling better? That wasn't that bad, right? I mean I know my place is kind of a mess but-"

"It's perfect" Alysa said, her voice coming out all breathy again. "You're perfect."

You laughed nervously. "I'm… definitely not perfect. I'm like the complete opposite of perfect. I can barely function around" You stopped yourself before you could say "around you."

"Around what?" Alysa asked, turning to face you. There was something in her expression that made your stomach flip.

"Nothing" you said quickly, your face going red.

Alysa set down the plate she was holding and took a step closer to you. "You're so perfect" she said again and this time her voice was so intense that you actually took a step back.

"…are you still drunk?" you said weakly. "I know exactly what I'm saying," she said. "I just watched you cook breakfast for three people. You're wearing that ridiculous shirt and your hair looks crazy and you are the most attractive person I have ever seen in my entire life."

Your brain completely shut down and you couldn’t even think of anything to say in response.

"I want your number" Alysa said. She took a breath, clearly trying to regain some composure. "Can I have your number?"

You nodded like a bobblehead. "Yeah… yeah of course."

You exchanged numbers with shaking hands and when Alysa left, she was still wearing your festival shirt and she had the prettiest smile on her face.

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hii everyone just wanted to make a quick announcement, I’m going to be putting ‘Make It Right’ on hold for sometime because i’m lacking creativity when trying to write and have lost a lot of motivation for that reason. While it’s on hold I want to write some oneshots instead to hopefully help some creativity flow! I already have one or two that were requested before so i’d like to get to those first but send me some more ideas you’d like to see! Also so sorry if this is a disappointment for anyone😓 it will be back sooner or later, hope you understand, thank you!

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alysa liu 🐈‍⬛

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Make It Right - Part 2

(Alysa Liu x masc artist! reader)

Summary: You and Alysa were once highschool sweethearts but just a month after graduating, pressure and diverging paths pulled you two apart. Now four years later...Alysa stays busy, fully immersed in skating and the life she's built for herself. You on the other hand, took the risk of pursuing music full time and it's paid off, your career's rising fast despite the fact your heart never moved on. One night, your two worlds collide again.

A/N: hihihihi! I'm sosososo sorry for the horrendous wait (and lying to you guys… 😬) hope you guys are still here and don’t hate me… i've honestly just been having trouble with the planning for this series but I was actually so happy to see how much you guys liked the first part and the beginning of this story so thank you all for the love! I believe updates should start picking up no since I got alittle bit of what I want planned out! much love, enjoy!😽😽 (Also huge thank you to my beta reader for helping sooo much with this chapter! <3)

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You didn't realize how quiet things got after she left.

Somehow it didn't hit right after she left, at first it just felt like you had more time, more room to do whatever you wanted. No one texting you at random hours, no one pulling you out of whatever you were doing just to sit somewhere and talk about nothing.

It actually felt pretty good to fulfill the part of you that liked to be alone, but after awhile it didn't feel so good anymore. Sitting in your room a little longer than usual, reaching for your phone without thinking and stopping halfway through after realizing, playing music louder than you needed to just so it wasn't so quiet and lonely.

What else could you do but fill all that loneliness with more music?

-—-

The album started out messy, like really messy.

At first you weren't thinking about structure or albums or really anything serious, you just wrote whatever came to mind. Made loops, beats, random melodies that you'd save under names like "idk1" or "luckycharms8" then forget about until you stumbled across them again.

Some of them had backstory or meaning behind them so those always hit harder. You didn't have to say her name in any of those. To you obviously, it was obvious which carried real emotion and meaning.

And it wasn't even necessarily in a yearning / I miss you kind of way, none were really even sad. More of like trying to make sense of something that didn't come with much of an explanation and the what if's.

For the most part those songs ended up being the ones you kept for the album.

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So now four years later, you're sitting in a studio in LA staring at a tracklist that actually looks put together. It's your debut album, finally.

You lean back in your chair while the latest version of your track 'Heartbreaker' plays through the speakers, it's finished now.

"Sounds great." your producer says from his seat next to you. You glance over making a skeptical face, "I don’t know I just feel like..." He huffs out a quiet laugh then cuts you off, “It's done," he says rolling his eyes, "You're just annoying."

That makes you smile a little.

-—-

Your album ends up being a mix of everything.

New songs that feel like where you are now, everything finally in shape and planned out. Then the older ones were the ones you made when everything was still fresh.

You almost didn't include them. Everytime you tried to take them out, the whole thing felt off, like you were skipping over something important, so you gave up and kept them. In a way they felt important to have in your debut, especially since these songs were from the beginning of your journey with music.

-—-

Life outside the studio looks different now too, alittle less than a year after the breakup you decided to move into LA, somewhere you could find more connections, get better advice, actually do something with your dream

But between all of that, you met Daniela.

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Filming the mv for ‘Heartbreaker’ had already been running behind schedule, lights too bright, too many people talking over each other, the director asking for “one more take” a million times.

You were off to the side, half paying attention and scrolling through your notes, mentally already onto the next thing you needed to plan.

Then someone called out for dancers to get into position. You barely looked up, why would you? it was a shot of only the dancers.

At first it was just background noise, people moving, sneakers against the floor, quiet chatter filling in the gaps between the music restarting.

But when you glanced back up you saw her.

She was standing in formation like everyone else, focused but she also seemed quieter than the rest.

The choreographer called for a run through and the music started. You found yourself watching through the whole take.

Then again on the next one.

-—-

You definitely didn’t plan on talking to her. But this time you were included in the shot.

“Alright,” the director called, clapping his hands once. “This next part we’re gonna make alittle more personal.”

“Artist stays here,” he pointed to a mark taped on the floor. “Camera’s gonna push in. And we need a dancer…” his finger shifted past you, landing on someone in the line, “you can step forward on the second count.”

You followed his gaze and landed on the same girl from earlier as she moved into place.

-—-

When the music started, you stayed on your mark lip syncing your verse like you’d done a hundred times before. This was the breakdown of the song.

Then she stepped forward, slower than the rest of the choreography had been earlier, this part wasn’t about hitting counts… it was more about feeling it.

The camera pushed in as she came closer. Her movements were controlled here as you kept going.

You almost missed your next line.

“Cut.”

-—-

By the third take, the director was satisfied. “That was perfect. Amazing work everyone.” You stepped off your mark, exhaling slower than usual.

Later, when all shots were done is when it actually happened.

Rounding a corner at the same time she was, you collided. “So sorry,” she said immediately.

“You’re good,” you said, “It was my fault”. You knew it really wasn’t but she looked super guilty and you immediately felt bad. You assumed she thought you’d be like those big artists who are rude to all their staff and crew.

You glanced at her then away, then back again.

“I..uh,” you said, nodding vaguely toward set. “wanted to say, you were amazing earlier.”

Her eyes widened slightly, clearly surprised by your sudden compliment. “Oh! thank you..”

“Yeah,” you said, a small smile creeping up onto your face. “Wasn’t expecting that.”

She let out a quiet laugh, smiling softly. “I wasn’t either, he just picked me out of nowhere.”

Then there was another pause. “Daniela” she said after a second. You repeated it, nodding. “Nice meeting you Daniela.”

She looked at you, smiling brightly now. “You as well.”

And just like that, it didn’t feel like you were strangers anymore.

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But that wasn’t the last time you saw or heard from her. The next day when you walked back onto set, you saw her again. And then again after that.

You two had small conversations between takes, sat near each other without acknowledging it, you even shared other pieces from your album.

“When did you make this one?” she asked once, one earbud in her ear and the other in yours.

“While ago,” you said. “I actually didn’t even think I’d put it in there to be honest.” She tilted her head slightly, listening closely. “Good thing you did.”

You glanced at her, raising a brow. “Why?”

“I don’t know I just feel like it has so much real emotion.” she said simply. You didn’t respond right away but she was right, it definitely did.

-—-

It didn’t stay about work for long. Sometime before finishing all the needed shoots, you guys exchanged phone numbers and talked regularly now.

Texts turned into calls.

Calls turned into late night drives through LA with no destination, just music playing low while the two of you talked about everything and nothing.

She told you about dancing, how it was never really a choice, just something she’d always done.

You told her about the early songs, the messy ones, the ones you almost didn’t keep.

You’d never admit it but she reminded you a lot of someone you used to know..

-—-

The first time you realized you wanted something more with her was like any other day.

You and her were laying on your couch, half asleep. Her head leaning against your shoulder while one of your unfinished tracks played softly in the background.

You looked down at her a second longer than you meant to. And it hit you that you wanted to try again, that maybe this time you’d be able to do it right.

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ay new girlfriend just dropped!!

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oh i’m sooooo obsessed

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this picture… I need her oml

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The icon levels we have reached are insane

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loved olympic crush!!! if you wanna do an epilogue id love to see these eager nerds again

sleeping together (literally), exploring paris during the day, flying out to NY/LA, babies first make out etc

so glad you loved it!! these are adorable ideas might have to revisit the olympic crush universe 👀👀

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this is revolutionary im shaking in my boots

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Make It Right - Part 1 (Prologue)

(Alysa Liu x masc artist! reader)

Summary: You and Alysa were once highschool sweethearts but just a month after graduating, pressure and diverging paths pulled you two apart. Now four years later...Alysa stays busy, fully immersed in skating and the life she's built for herself. You on the other hand, took the risk of pursuing music full time and it's paid off, your career's rising fast despite the fact your heart never moved on. One night, your two worlds collide again.

A/N: hey guys! i’m sorry this took literally forever to get out but it’s finally here!! I lowkey didn’t know if this would technically be considered the prologue or just part one but whatever, prologue AND part one it is! Let me know how you guys like it, feedback is ALWAYS appreciate! Much love😽

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You didn’t expect to fall in love your first year in Oakland.

Moving to California halfway through the year meant you were already behind on everything atleast in the social aspect. Everyone had their friend groups and their routines. You didn’t see a point in trying to force yourself into a group of friends, you kept to yourself anyways so you let the days pass without putting too much weight on them.

Most of your time went somewhere else anyway. You always had your headphones on, walking to class, sitting outside, during lunch. You’d rewind parts of songs over and over, looking for small details, observing how things were layered, why a section in a song hit the way it did. If you weren’t doing that you were messing around on your laptop, putting together little snippets and saving random ideas you told yourself you’d come back to later. It kept you mostly distracted, of course you still noticed people but no one interesting enough to notice twice.

Until you started noticing her.

It wasn’t instant, not like you saw her once and suddenly became fixated. You’d catch her in passing, once in the hallway, another time outside, then again in class. She was easy to pick out, not because she was loud or trying to be noticed but because she looked like she didn’t have to try at all.

You never spoke to her, didn’t plan to either. You just recognized her when she walked into a room. Until one day, when you were outside during lunch, sitting on the edge of a bench with your laptop open and one earbud in. You were looping the same five seconds of a song for the past five minutes, your fingers tapped lightly against your leg to the rhythm.

“You always listen to the same part like that?” You paused and glancing up to see it was her. You blinked once like your brain needed a second to catch up then paused the song. “What?” She nodded toward your laptop. “I’ve watched you replay that part like three times already, I was just curious as to why.” You looked back at your screen for a second and shrugged. “It’s the best part.” She then stepped closer and sat down beside you, leaning just enough to glance at the screen. “What makes it the best part?”

You hesitated for a second not because you didn’t have an answer, but because no one really asked you that. She stayed there, asking you random questions like what you were listening to, what kind of music you liked, why you moved, if you always kept to yourself like this. And you answered, not a lot and definitely not all at once. But enough that she came back the next day and the day after that. Then she just started sitting next to you more, walking with you sometimes.

“Remember me when you’re famous.” she said once, half joking after you showed her a snippet you made entirely by yourself at home, recording each instrument part played by yourself.

By the time the school year started coming to an end, being around her felt normal. Then summer came and you went back to New York for most of it. You thought maybe distance would help give you space, possibly help you get over your nagging crush on your best friend.

But it didn’t and if anything, it made it worse. You guys had constant late night calls that stretched longer than they probably should’ve, random texts about nothing, sending eachother things throughout the day just because it reminded you of the other. And by the time you got back to California, she was already waiting outside the airport.

-—-

Your second year felt way different.

Something about being away gave you space to figure yourself out, things like how you dressed, and how you carried yourself. You came back more comfortable and more settled into yourself. It fit you a lot better and you figured out that the people around you started to notice that pretty soon after too... you just didn’t suspect that Alysa was the first to notice.

Things shifted after that, she stood closer, touched you more without thinking about it, looked at you for half a second longer than usual. One afternoon after leaving school you ended up at her house, laying across her bed, watching a series you had both found interest in.

“Have you ever kissed anyone?” she asked suddenly, her voice sounding just the slightest bit quieter than usual

For a second you thought you misheard her, your head turned fast, eyes landing on her as your brain tried to catch up. “What?”

She shrugged like it was nothing, and glanced away. “I don’t know. You just seem like you haven’t.” You were quiet for a moment then remembered that not responding at all would probably make it more awkward than it already was. “Uhm no… I haven’t.. but what do you mean I seem like I haven’t?” you question playfully, trying to seem unfazed by the question. Alysa turned her head to look at you now, studying your reaction a little more closely than before, “Really?”. You try to shrug it off as nonchalantly as possible, “Yeah really, why?”

“Nothing,” she said, but there was a small smile on her face now, like she found your reaction more interesting than your answer. “Me neither.” A small pause settled between the two of you and for a second no one said anything. You could feel your heart literally beating out of your chest and you were half convinced she would probably be able to see it too, your thoughts were also moving faster than your expression let on.

“We should practice.”

You let out a short breath that was like a weird inbetween of a laugh and a sigh, then looked away for a second, fully expecting her to laugh and yell out “just kidding!” when you looked back but she didn’t.

“So it’s not awkward later… you know, when we actually have girlfriends.” she quickly added to maybe make it seem more casual, like something every two best friends did. You raise your head to look at her from staring down at your fidgeting hands, “…as friends?”

“Obviously.” she said like she didn’t even want to allow the thought of the kiss as something other than friends come to mind. You huffed quietly, sitting up a little just to give yourself something to do. “You’re weird.”

“But you’re thinking about it.” You looked at her again, holding her gaze for a second longer this time. “…no I’m not.” you attempt to argue back, evident redness in your cheeks but she raises an eyebrow, ”You definitely are!”

“…fine,” you say after a second, a lot quieter now. “But if it’s bad, it’s on you!” Her smile widened just a little as she scooted closer to you, “It won’t be.” And when you leaned in and your hand found her arm, when your lips met… it didn’t really feel like practice or whatever it was even supposed to feel like at all. You pulled back slightly, your eyes flicking to hers where there was another pause. “…again?” she asked, quieter.

You didn’t answer… just leaned in again.

-—-

After that, everything else came pretty easy. There was no big confession, no planned out moment. “You like me,” she said to you one day, smiling. You looked at her then nodded. “…yeah”

She held your gaze. “I like you too.” And that was it, from there it became you and her. You two walked to every class together, she wore your clothes like they were hers, you waiting for her after practice… sometimes even staying longer with her in attempt to learn how to skate. And you grew up together like that, obviously it wasn’t perfect but it didn’t need to be.

-—-

By senior year, there wasn’t much you hadn’t figured out about each other. One night, you were parked somewhere quiet after a late night drive, a bag of fast food placed between you. You two had gotten into the backseat for some more space… now your legs were stretched out as you passed fries back and forth, your shared playlist playing quietly through your car’s slightly busted speakers.

Alysa was mid sentence about something, school or practice most likely while you half listened.. focusing more on her expression and facial features than what she was actually saying. “Ugh you hate me! you’re not even listening,” she said, pushing your shoulder lightly. “I am!” you exclaimed, reaching into the bag again. “You said” you paused, thinking for a second before shrugging. “Something about practice.” She rolled her eyes but was still unable to resist smiling. “I can’t stand you.” You give her a fake offended expression “Wow Lys! that’s a new one”.

“Oh shut up.” She says rolling her eyes at you. You smile slightly, leaning back against the seat. The conversation drifted after that, slowing naturally into comfortable silence. Alysa looked at you first. You caught it out of the corner of your eye, turning your head slightly, “What?”. “Nothing,” she said but didn’t look away. You held her gaze for a second then reached over, brushing your hand against her waist before pulling her closer.

The kiss was familiar, the same one you two would always both melt into. She shifted toward you without hesitation, one hand coming up to your jaw, the other pressing lightly against your shoulder to steady herself. You leaned into it, slow at first then deeper. The bag of food got pushed off to the side as she climbed into your lap. You both stopped momentarily staring into eachother’s eyes, your forehead brushing hers for a second before you leaned in again. You felt her smile against your lips before she finally kissed you again. The windows around you guys fogged a little, your music still playing low in the background until you two finally pulled away from eachother after what felt like forever, breathing heavily.

You definitely wished it was forever.

-—-

The last night was at your place. Your room was quiet and dim, the only light coming from the street outside slipping through your window. You were both laying in your bed, facing each other this time. The conversation from earlier still lingered somewhere in the background. Alysa’s hand rested lightly against your shirt, fingers barely gripping the fabric like she didn’t want you to get up and leave her. You didn’t move, you were never planning to, instead you shifted closer… your arm wrapping around her and pulling her into you. She tucked her head under your chin so her face was pressed into the crook of your neck, your hand resting against her back. You pressed your face lightly into her hair, closing your eyes. She shifted just slightly, closer if that was even possible, like she was trying to stay there as long as she could.

No words were said for the rest of the time. Then at some point, your thoughts faded and your grip loosened just enough as sleep finally caught up to you and your body settled fully against hers. You fell asleep like that… holding her.

When you woke up your room was quiet, your arm was still stretched out beside you but it wasn’t around anyone anymore. The space next to you was empty, the sheets still slightly wrinkled where she was laying. You blinked slowly, your mind taking a second to catch up. Then you sat up and realized her stuff was gone… no hoodie thrown over your chair, no shoes by the door, nothing left behind like a sign she’d just went to the bathroom and would be back any second. You quickly grab and turn on your phone, your favorite picture of her smiling at a little toy she’d gotten from a blind bag displaying on your lockscreen, nothing. No texts. No miss calls.

The events and conversation from last night finally came back to you. You stared at your phone, at the picture of her, almost waiting to see if something from her would appear but nothing ever did. Not a year or even three after.

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[writtenbyalysa]

this is one of my favorite photos of her ever the lighting, her facecard, her expression, her hair, the look in her eyes, her shirt, the EVERYTHING

[certifiedsushillover]

1978, baby. ⋆♱

In a nutshell ౨ৎ alysa liu x fem reader - As if your parent’s divorce wasn’t already hard enough, they decided to send you to a summer camp. You already dreaded having to go there but little did you know the horror lying beneath it and the beautiful people you’d meet just for it all to fall apart in the end. (FEAR STREET 1978 INSPIRED)

5k words; small smut scene, brief mention of “y/n” heavy swearing + blood and mention of suicide!

Author’s note 𓏲ꪆ hi! I just wanted to let you guys know that I had so much fun writing it but prepare to maybe hate me by the end… Anyways this is heavily fear street inspired and with that being said I highly recommend listening to an 80s playlist or some songs from that era just to really feel the vibes of this fic. With all that being said don’t be afraid to interact or reach out because I’m always open to moots! (also please take the smut lightly. it’s my first time actually writing this genre!) Thank you and enjoy!!

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The bus rattled along the gravel road as the sunlight beamed through the windows. Outside, towering pines blurred into shadows, their branches weaving in the wind. You pressed your forehead against the cold glass, clutching your worn duffel bag like a lifeline as you thought over and over again.

The sign loomed ahead. “CAMP NIGHTWING”— faded letters on weathered wood, swinging in the wind. You didn't want to be here. No one did. Your parents divorce is what sent you here and no matter how much pleading and crying, you were officially here and nothing could change that.

Your thoughts were interrupted when the bus jerked to a stop. You gathered all your things which was the duffel bag and a mini backpack essentially. Your converse hit the ground as you stepped off the bus. A tall man with a clipboard approached you as his eyes sharpened beneath a worn cap.

”New girl?” His voice was rough, like gravel. “Name’s Rick. Don’t cause any trouble, and you’ll survive.”

You didn’t answer. You just stared out, taking in the forest campus. Your heart was pounding as your gaze went to the weathered wooden cabins, leading to a murky lake on the edge of the forest.

“Look, no one likes being sent here”, he said, leaning closer. “But just like all the other teens around here, you’ll get used to it. Or you won’t. Up to you”

And before you could ask any further questions, all you saw was him walking away and on the back of his shirt, it read “camp counselor” hm.

—-

The first few hours were hell. You had to follow another camp counselor around just to find out what cabin to put your shit in. Eventually, you were in your cabin and finished taking some of your things out. You had a few pairs of shirts and denim jean shorts as well as your other pair of converse. Other than your clothes and your Walkman, you honestly didn’t pack much because you weren’t sure on what you should pack at all. It was just you in the cabin. You didn’t even try to socialize with anyone because you knew you would find a way to not spend your entire summer here.

You were laying down, staring up at the ceiling for the next two hours until you heard the door open. Your heart dropped as there were voices already entering the cabin. You sat up to make eye contact with a group of three people walking in. Their conversation stopped as they saw you.

You noticed that there was a guy in the middle. He was tall and pretty skinny with baggy jeans and a layered shirt. To his left was an angelic girl with long curls that went past her shoulders and big brown eyes that sparkled in the sunlight that reached inside the cabin. And that’s when your gaze finally fell to the right. Holy shit. Your gaze locked with the other girl who looked just about your height or a little taller. She had pretty brunette hair with sick blonde rings that faded all throughout. Your heart also completely stopped as she tilted her head in the slightest, her gaze flickering down your face. No. You weren’t doing this. You won’t even be here for long anyway.

The little moment was soon interrupted as the guy in the middle closed the door behind him and awkwardly leaned against it. “You must be the new girl. y/n, right?”, “I’m miles.”

You studied him for a brief question before the words escaped your mouth. “Are you gay?” You internally cringed when you heard how blunt the question sounded but it faded just as quickly when you heard a small scoff and a laugh coming from both of the girls beside him. He didn’t look pissed, far from it actually. If anything, he looked amused as he shook his head. ”Wow, already asking questions before we got a name” A beat. “But yeah. Good gaydar”

You laughed slightly at that which you didn’t think you’d come close to doing here. The girl who was now sitting on the nearby dresser spoke up with a gentle look on her face. “Malia Cedar. We’re all your…cabin mates, I guess?” The other girl stifled a laugh as Miles just shook his head before speaking. “Yeah we’re basically all sleeping together. Okay…well not like that but you get the point.”

Your gaze falls back to the girl who was leaning against the bunk bed. Her gaze intently watched you as you slowly raised a brow. The two others gazed over at the two of you, already sensing the subtle tension before the girl spoke up. “Hey, I’m Alysa”

Something about her gaze wasn’t casual. It was like she was daring you to react a certain way.

Miles cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “So how are you liking the place newbie?”

”I want to kill myself” Your voice came out flat and your expression unimpressed.

A beat.

Malia started laughing uncontrollably as her brows raised and dimples deepened. “Holy shit, we’re going to get along so well.”

You were surprised to say the least. Your joke didn’t scare them off. It didn't change the fact that you still were planning to escape somehow but you knew it would make your time here a little more bearable.

After a brief moment of silence Miles clapped his hands together before speaking with a dramatic expression. “Alright, team, campfire at twelve. Just us. Let’s see who’s the bravest.” He walked out without another word as Malia shot you a gentle smile before following after him, leaving you and Alysa alone.

Her gaze never leaves your face as she pushes herself off the wall. “You’re pretty blunt for someone fresh off the bus”

“Just being honest”

That’s when you see it. The metal piercing against her teeth as her lips slowly curve into something like a smile. She slowly nods before responding in a mock serious voice. “Well your timing’s perfect. I'm in the mood to mess with a new girl tonight.”

”Ah so you’re not as nonchalant as you seem” You say. Your lips curving upwards despite the way you feigned annoyance.

The air between you two thickened, charged with something unspoken as she stepped closer.

Her gaze was full of curiosity as she leaned in just enough to lower her voice. “You’re cocky... I like that.”

You meet her gaze, heart beating a bit faster than it should.”Better to be cocky than scared, right?”

Alysa’s smile deepens as she takes a small step back, her eyes flickering with something unreadable. “We‘ll see how long that lasts”

The tension deepens before she starts walking towards the door before turning towards you slightly. “Don’t forget campfire’s at twelve. Don’t keep me waiting”

Before you could get another word out she was gone. What was that supposed to mean? What did this whole interaction even mean? You slumped back against the bed, tracing small circles on your arm the same way mom did to comfort you. Maybe camp wouldn’t be that bad.

-—

The campfire crackled, sending flickering shadows dancing across the faces gathered around it. The night air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and smoke, and the sky above was a canvas of stars just starting to peak through the darkness.

You had kept on your denim shorts but thrown a hoodie over yourself before leaving the cabin. You settled onto a rough log beside the others, the warmth from a fire was a small comfort against the chill creeping in from the woods. It was surprising they had managed to set this up without any counselors noticing.

Miles was already animated, telling stories that were supposed to be creepy but were actually just questionable. His voice was loud and full of laughter that felt almost too bright for the tense atmosphere.

Malia leaned in beside you as she nudged your shoulder gently. “See? Not so bad, right?”

You shrugged, eyes scanning the group. Alysa sat a little apart, her posture relaxed but gaze sharp as her eyes flickered between Miles and you. Everytime your eyes met, the same spark of challenges and something deeper flickered between you.

About twenty minutes later, Miles actually starts to tell a story but this time no one cracked a smile.

The fire’s glow flickered wildly as he leaned forward, his grin stretching wide in the darkness. “Alright listen up”, he said, voice dropping to a mock serious whisper that barely hid the grin tugging at his lips. “You guys ever heard about the old legend about this camp?”

The three of you looked at each other and shook your heads.

“Legend says that every summer, one unlucky camper vanishes without a trace…no screams, no signs, just gone.”

He pauses, eyes gleaming in the firelight, then laughs casually. “But here’s the kicker, turns out, the “ghost” is just some asshole in a mask. Creepy, right? Nah, it’s just some counselors maybe trying to scare people for kicks. So don’t worry, no actual shit like that, just bad costumes and horrible acting.”

However, you were quiet and shoulders tense as Malia just laughed nervously but everyone could see right through it.

But you noticed Alysa’s smile was tighter, her gaze sharper. While Miles started to suddenly comfort Malia, you caught Alysa’s eyes. Something unspoken passes between you.

You found yourself wandering back inside the cabin, excusing yourself from the others. The cabin felt colder and emptier without the fire’s warmth. You heard the door close softly behind you, the creak echoing in the quiet, making you flinch.

“It’s just me” You turned around to see Alysa holding her hands up in surrender as you took a breath.

You stood by the hard cabin wall as you heard her speak. Her voice almost gentle. “You scared?”

You scoff despite that lingering feeling in your stomach. “no”

“you’re lying”

You just stare at her as she says that before you shrug. “I don’t know. I know it was all bullshit but something about that story…just doesn't sit right with me.”

She nodded slowly, leaning against the door as she spoke quietly. “Yeah, I get it…but Miles is known to say anything that comes out of his mouth so don’t take it to heart”

Your gaze flickered back to hers, noticing the subtle change in her demeanor. It was like all her nonchalance from earlier had faded in a second.

“what?” her voice came low when she said that as you just shook your head.

“nothing.”

The silence stretched between the two of you, thick and electric. Alysa’s gaze held yours, steady and unblinking, as if trying to read the parts you didn’t say aloud.

“You really want out of this place?” she asked, voice low, almost a whisper.

You blinked, caught off guard. You had forgotten all about that in just the span of two hours. “What do you mean?”

She shifted, pushing off the doorframe and stepping closer. “I mean this camp isn’t just some summer getaway. I heard why you got sent here, you know.”

You instantly tensed and she noticed it. “You know nothing about me.”

Alysa’s gaze softened just a fraction, but the intensity didn’t fade. “Look I know we’ve known each other for like eight hours but you don’t have to pretend with me. I get it. Family shit and trouble back home”

You bit the inside of your cheek, suddenly aware of how close she was, how her presence filled the small space. “It’s complicated,” you admitted, voice barely a whisper.

For a long moment, you just stared at each other. The air thickened, your breaths syncing almost involuntarily. The tension wasn’t just about the campfire stories or the shadows outside, it was something raw and unspoken. A fragile connection sparking between two girls who barely knew each other but already felt each other deeply.

Alysa’s voice dropped lower, softer. “You don’t have to be scared here”

You met her gaze, something flickering as you did. “Maybe I’m not.”

“Yeah?” She tilted her head as she spoke.

That one simple word touched your soul.

“Yeah.” Your voice was quiet but firm like it was confirmation for something else entirely.

Her breath hitched just slightly as she took a step closer, the space between you shrinking until it felt like the whole world had narrowed down just to this.

Without another word, she reached out, fingers brushing your jaw and ith a featherlight touch that sent a jolt straight through you. Your heart hammered, breath catching in your throat.

Then, suddenly, she closed the distance. No hesitation or build up. Her lips crashed against yours in an instant. Your jaw tilted up more to get the perfect angle between you.

Your hands shot up, tangling in her hair, pulling her even closer until your back hit the wall, her body fully up against yours. The kiss was raw and desperate, a collision of need and something deeper that neither of you fully understood yet.

When you finally broke apart, both of your breathing were labored. Her hands didn’t once leave your face, instead they slowly slid down your throat tracing the curve of your collarbone, fingers light but deliberate.

Your gaze followed her hands as you looked back at her, seeing the subtle dilation in her eyes. One of your hands slowly came over hers as she caught your gaze.

“do you want…I think…”

a beat.

“are we about to fuck? because I’m kind of new to this and I can’t tell what this really is but I don’t want to dance around it so”

your voice came out rushed but somehow firm and confused.

She just blinked. Her eyebrows raised before a small laugh of disbelief escaped her lips. “look we don’t have to rush anything" she said gently before speaking again. “but yeah, I was kind of getting to that before you said that.”

You scoffed but couldn’t help the smile that started to form on your face as you nudged her.

And with that, her lips found yours again but softer this time as you reciprocated it.

When she broke away, her kisses slowly trailed from the corner of your cheek to down your jawline as your head tilted back, giving her more access. But the kisses started to trail from down your jaw to the curve of your neck.

As her lips lingered longer, your head tilted back fully against the wall, breaths mingling—heavy and uneven. Slowly, you pulled away, catching the flicker of confusion and concern in her eyes. But that look vanished the moment your hands reached up to the edge of your hoodie, peeling it off deliberately to reveal the bra underneath all while holding her gaze without breaking eye contact.

Alysa’s gaze flickered down to the exposed skin, then back to your eyes, a slow appreciative smile curling at the corner of her lips.

Her fingers twitched, hesitant for just a moment, then slid up to your side, tracing the curve of your ribs beneath the soft fabric of your bra. The warmth of her touch was electric, sending shivers that made your breath hitch and a small involuntary sound leave your lips.

“Your turn,” you said, trying to stifle your small laugh from both nerves and adrenaline. It’s as if you could feel the rush and warmth going through your body at this exact moment.

She nodded without hesitation as she complied instantly, gently pulling off her shirt as your gaze trailed down, letting out a breath.

She leaned in, lips brushing against your cheek as her voice lowered to a gentle whisper. “You know, you’re a lot less innocent than I made you out to be.”

Your pulse quickened, heart pounding in your chest as her hand moved lower, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts with a gentle, deliberate touch that promised more. Her eyes locked onto yours.

“You sure you want this? I’m not here to push you”

You didn’t answer with words. Instead, your hands slid down her lower back, fingers splaying there as you slowly pulled her more against you.

That was all she needed. Her hands slid lower slowly undoing the small button of your shorts but making sure to not slide them down all the way. Instead, her fingers came over the damp fabric of your panties that were barely revealed. Just enough for her fingers to trace teasing strokes that sent shivers racing through you.

You gasped lightly, your lips parting in the slightest as your hips pressed more against her.

Alysa caught the sound, pulling back slightly just to see your reaction.

“You like that?” Alysa’s head tilted slightly, a slow, knowing smile curling at the corner of her lips as she studied your expression like a fascinating secret.

You couldn’t tell if you were more irritated or completely undone by her. Either way, you were fucking screwed. She hadn’t even fully touched you yet and already, you were drenched with need.

Her fingers lingered a moment longer on the damp fabric, tracing featherlight strokes over the most sensitive skin beneath. Then, with deliberate, almost reverent care, she slid her fingers lower—fully beneath your underwear. The sudden cool touch of her rings against against your heated skin made you shiver,

“Fuck,” She breathed, voice low and breathy, as if she could hardly believe what she was feeling. “You’re wet.”

A laugh, half disbelief and something else, escaped your lips. “No shit, Alysa”

Her grin deepened, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Actually calling me by my first name? Damn, we’re moving fast.”

You let out a scoff of exasperation though you couldn’t stop the smile starting to tug at your mouth.

—-

Above you, the rough wooden slats of the bunk creaked faintly, and the fejnt glow of moonlight filtered through the window, casting soft shadows across the cabin. Neither of you moved, just gazing upward at the ceiling as if searching for answers in the quiet.

Here you were, laying side by side with the girl you practically just met. You came to this camp with a goal. You wouldn't speak to anyone. You wouldn’t even try to make friends because what good was that anyway? But now you realized that maybe you don’t want that anymore or at least go through it alone. Having sex for the first time with a girl and making friends on the first night wasn’t on your bucket list at all.

After a long pause, your voice broke the silence—low and hesitant, but steady. “You should run away with me.”

Alysa turned her head slightly, eyes meeting yours in the dim light, surprise flickering there. A soft laugh escaped her lips, half disbelief, half something like hope. “You’re serious?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, voice firm despite the vulnerability. “I know we just met and I know this sounds insane. But I want that. I want whatever it is between us away from all of this.” You spoke as you gestured to the worn out cabin around the two of you.

The silence stretched between you again, but this time it felt different, charged with possibility. Alysa’s hand found yours in the dark, squeezing gently.

”We’ll figure it out,” she whispered.

——

Outside, the night held a different kind of tension.

Malia and Miles sat by the campfire, the flickering flames casting long shadows over their faces. The woods around them whispered secrets in the wind, but something felt off—an uneasy silence that pressed heavier than the dark.

”Where are they?” Malia finally asked, glancing toward the cabin.

Miles shrugged, unease flickering in his eyes. “Been an hour. Should’ve came back by now.”

The fire crackled, then suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the night.

Both froze, eyes wide with horror.

”Fuck,” Miles breathed, standing up abruptly. “That’s not right.”

They sprinted toward the lake where they heard the sound, the scream echoing behind him.

When they finally reached it, the scene was chaos.

Rick—the same counselor who had greeted you when you arrived—lay crumpled on a small boat right by the dock, blood staining his shirt and pouring out his mouth. He was barely there but still had some consciousness in him.

”What the hell happened?” Malia demanded, her voice trembling.

Rick gasped, struggling to speak. “Something…something’s out there. We’re not safe.”

——

The cabin door slammed open with a force that rattled the walls. Malia and Miles stumbled inside, faces pale, breaths ragged and quick.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Malia gasped, eyes wide with panic. “You won’t believe what just happened”

Miles nodded, voice trembling but firm. “We need to get out of here. Now.”

You and alysa sat up instantly, exchanging confused glances. The sudden chaos jolted you from the current hazy state the two of you endured.

”Okay, okay.” Alysa said, voice steady but cautious. “One at a time. What the hell happened?’

Malia swallowed hard, trying to steady herself. “Rick…he’s hurt. Badly. We found him by the lake, bleeding everywhere. He said something’s out there, something dangerous”

Miles took a shaky breath. “We heard a scream—thought it was one of you at first. But then when we got there, it was Rick. I don’t even think he made it.”

You and alysa exchanged a look, the weight of their words sinking in. The campfire story, the uneasy feeling outside…you knew something was up but this just confirmed it.

“What do we do?” You asked, voice barely a whisper.

Malia’s eyes darted around the cabin, searching for answers none of you had yet. “We stay together,” she said firmly. “And we don’t go outside alone.”

—-

The cabin’s dim light flickered as the group gathered closer, the weight of Malia’s words hanging heavy in the air. The reality of the night was sinking in, and none of you wanted to admit just how scared you were.

Miles let out a breathy laugh, trying to break the tension. “Well, that’s just great. So basically, we’re stuck in this old ass cabin with no snacks and Wi-Fi. Rad.” His attempt at humor was met with a few weak smiles, but the underlying fear was clear in his eyes.

Alysa leaned against the wall, arms crossed, her usual collected confidence softened by the uncertainty. “Okay, so what’s the plan then? We can’t just sit here all night pretending the woods or whatever the hell is out there aren’t trying to kill us.”

You shifted on the bunk, the rough wood pressing against your back. “Maybe we set up some kind of watch? Take turns staying awake and keeping an eye out.”

Malia nodded, rubbing her temples. “Yeah, that’s smart. But we need to stick together when we move around. No solo trips, no matter what.”

The group fell into a tentative rhythm, voices lowering as you all tried to make sense of what was happening. The night seemed to press closer, the shadows thickening around the cabin’s edges.

Miles, trying to lighten the mood, pulled a crumpled pack of gum from his pocket. “Anyone want some? Might as well have something to chew on while we wait for whatever’s out there to come get us.” His grin was shaky but genuine.

You caught Alysa’s gaze and shared a small, tired smile. Despite the fears, there was comfort in this fragile camaraderie.

About an hour passed of whispered conversations and nervous laughter. Stories were swapped, some funny, some dark—each revealing who all of you really were beneath the surface.

Malia talked about her dreams beyond camp, her voice softening as she spoke of leaving this small town behind. “I’m not made for this place,” she admitted. “I want out. Somewhere new. Somewhere I can be someone else.”

Miles, quieter now, confessed his own fears masked by jokes. “I’m scared, okay? I’m not as tough as I act. But I know damn well I’m not gonna let that thing win.”

Alysa shared her reasons for being at this camp as well. How she felt outside. Her voice was steady but vulnerable, and you felt a deeper connection growing between the two of you.

When it was your turn, you spoke of your own reasons, specifically your parent’s divorce, the pain and hope tangled together. The group listened intently as the walls between you all started crumbling in the soft lighting.

But the fragile shattered suddenly.

Another scream just like Rick’s—sharp, piercing and filled with pure terror, cut through you guys like a knife.

Everyone froze, hearts pounding in unison.

Miles was the first to move, grabbing a flashlight and yanking open the cabin door. “I’m going out,” he said, voice tight but determined.

”No.” Malia snapped, grabbing his arm. “We said no one goes out alone!”

”And that’s how every main character dies first in horror movies.” You chimed in, shaking your head instantly.

He shook Malia off, eyes pleading. “I’m not scared” The cabin door creaked open, and he stepped out, the beam from his flashlight cutting a thin slice through the thick darkness. His jaw was set, eyes sharp with determination but you could see the faint tremor in his hands betraying his act.

”Wait up!” Malia called, already moving toward the door, her voice laced with worry.

You and Alysa exchanged a glance, then without a word, followed. The night air hit you like a cold slap—crisp, heavy with pine and something else, something wrong.

Outside, the woods swallowed Mile’s figure as he moved deeper into the shadows, the flashlights bobbing with each step. You all stuck close, the crunch of leaves loud in the eerie silence.

”Man, this is some bogus shit”, Alysa muttered behind you, eyes scanning the darkness like it might leap out at any second.

Miles kept walking, head low, the beam flickering as if struggling against the night itself. You felt your heart hammering, chest tight, every nerve screaming to run but your feet rooted in place.

Malia’s voice was barely above a whisper, “Stay close. Don’t let him out of sight.”

You nodded, swallowing hard. The group was tight, a fragile unit bound by fear and desperate hope.

Suddenly, the flashlight beam caught a flash of movement—just beyond the trees, something low and fast.

Miles stopped, shining the light toward the sound. Then, out of nowhere. A monstrous figure lunged-a grotesque silhouette, wild and twisted, with gnarled claws glinting in the moonlight.

Miles barely had time to scream before the creature swiped. The claw slashes across his throat in a brutal, ragged cut, blood spurting in a dark ark. He staggered back, clutching his neck, eyes wide with shock and pain.

His flashlight slipped from his grasp, spinning wildly and casting frantic, chaotic beams into the trees. He collapsed to his knees, gasping, blood bubbling from his mouth as life drained slowly.

You and Alysa sprinted forward, Malia close behind, hearts pounding in your ears. Miles lay on the damp forest floor, his pale face streaked with blood, eyes glassy and distant.

You reached out, trembling, but it was too late. Malia fell to her knees beside him, shoving, her voice breaking as she whispered. “Miles…Miles, we got you, hang in there, please. No…no, please…”

Alysa’s hand slowly found yours, squeezing tight as you glanced at her, her expression drained and her eyes heavy. “We all stick together now. No more solo trips. No more chances.”

You had to pull Malia up with you guys as the three of you rushed towards the cabin, hearts racing, breaths ragged and desperate. But then as you rattled the handle—shit—the door was fucking locked. Perfect timing. You yanked the handle, pushed, screamed, but it wouldn’t budge..

Malia collapsed against the door, shaking, tears streaming down her face. “No, no, no—this can’t be happening” she sobbed, her voice cracking like a busted record.

You grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her gently. “Hey, hey, snap out of it, alright? I refuse to fucking die in this pathetic camp.”

She looked up at you, wild eyed and broken. “Miles, he's dead. How the hell are the rest of us going to survive this?”

Your heart twisted, but you forced a steady breath. “I know how it looks but I won’t let either of you die, okay?”

You three looked around. The woods around the camp were alive with shadows—twisted trees clawing at the sky, branches scraping like fingernails on a chalkboard. The moon was silver, barely lighting the path, and the air was thick with something sinister.

Malia wiped her tears, her jaw clenched tight. “I’m not going out like a pussy. That thing’s gonna regret messing with us”

You nodded, feeling the fire ignite inside her. Her rage was fierce, raw—a weapon sharper than any blade as you looked over at Alysa, taking account the tiny grin on her face despite the horrible circumstances. “That’s what I’m fucking talking about.” She said and you almost laughed, just almost.

Suddenly, a rustle to your left. Something moved fast—too fast. A dark shape lunged from the shadows, snarling and rapid.

”Get back!” You shouted as Malia stepped forward, ready to fight. The creatures snarled again, claws flashing in the moonlight. Malia swung, landing a solid punch, but it barely fazed the thing. It retaliated with a swipe that grazed her arm, ripping fabric and skin.

She yelped but didn’t back down, eyes blazing. “Come on you freak!” You watched, heart pounding and tempted to make a run for it but Alysa stayed put so you did too. Malia didn’t stop throwing punches fueled by grief and fury but the thing was relentless, stalking her like a predator closing in.

Then, in a flash, it caught her ankle, dragging her down into the underbrush. She screamed, thrashing wildly, trying to break free.

You wasted no time to sprint forward, adrenaline surging, Alysa following right behind you. “Malia!” You yelled, grabbing a thick branch from the ground.

”Come and get this you motherfucker!”, you snarled, swinging the branch with all your might. The creatures hissed, recoiling from the blow, but it asn’t enough. Malia’s screams cut through the night as the thing managed to get her beneath its body, its claws sinking deep as blood gushed from her insides, letting the grass reflect the moonlight.

You dropped the branch, frozen in horror as her voice faded into a gurgled silence. Everything was in slow motion now, Alysa’s muffled voice fading in and out of your consciousness until you finally felt her firm tug.

“We have to move. Now.”

You nodded, swallowing back the lump in your throat. Your legs felt like lead, but the forest offered no mercy. You grabbed Alysa’s hand, and together you started to stumble in the shadows, away from the carnage.

Branches whipped against your faces, tearing at skin and clothes. The underbrush snagged your feet, threatening to trip you as you pushed deeper into the woods. Your breath came in ragged gasps, lungs burning with every desperate inhale.

Alysa stumbled suddenly, a sharp groan escaping her lips. You spun around just in time to see a jagged root slice across her calf, crimson blossoming instantly. She gritted her teeth, trying not to cry out, but the pain was raw and fierce.

”Keep going,” you urged, gripping her arm tighter. “We’re almost out.”

But the forest was relentless. A low growl sounded behind you—closer now. You both broke into a run, hearts pounding like war drums, footsteps pounding the earth in a frantic rhythm.

Suddenly, a slender shape lunged from the shadow,slamming into alysa with brutal force. You shouted, reaching for a fallen branch, but the creature was fast, dragging her down with snarling claws that tore at her side.

Alysa’s gaze met yours, wide, terrified, but fierce. She tried to push the creature forward but the beast’s weight pinned her beneath it. Blood blossomed from a deep gash soaking her shirt and the forest floor.

You swung the branch as hard as you possibly could in this moment as it strikes the creature’s head. It groaned harshly, retreating just enough for you to grab Alysa’s bleeding arm and pull her free.

She collapsed against a tree, trembling and weak, blood pooling beneath her like a dark, living shadow. The forest closed in around you two like a tomb as you sank to your knees beside Alysa feeling the tears blurring your vision and blood pooling beneath her like a dark shadow.

”Please hold on,” you choked out, pressing your trembling hands against her wound as if sheer will could stop the bleeding or stop the nightmare unfolding around you.

A faint, fragile smile curved her lips, tears shimmering in her eyes. “You have to run. You’re strong…I know you can make it out of here alive.”

Your heart shattered a thousand pierces, and you shook your head violently. “No. We’re getting out together. Both of us.”

Her gaze softened, and when your shaking hand lifted to cup her cheek, she managed a weak laugh as you started sobbing uncontrollably. “We’re going to escape this place…together. Remember? We’ll run away and be free. We’ll talk through everything—the trauma, the pain and we’ll be together…”

Her sobs broke through, shaking her whole body as she shook her head. Was she…letting go?

“No, no, no—please. You’re all I have left. Please don’t leave me, Alysa,” you begged, clutching her hand as tears invaded your vision completely. Slowly, her trembling fingers reached up to your jaw, pulling your face close like she had before in the cabin. Your lips met hers, trembling and desperate—a kiss so fragile it felt like it might shatter at any moment, because it did.

Then, a low agonized grown echo edged behind you both and your heart plummeted.

When you pulled away, her eyes were heavy but resolute. “Go.”

You hesitated, tears streaming freely down your face, but with one final squeeze of her hand, you forced yourself yourself up and ran—pushing every aching muscle to the limit because survival was the only choice left. You couldn’t look back.

For Miles.

For Malia

For yourself.

And for the girl you would never, ever forget.

[coolforthesummer00]

holy peak wth

[jen-xcx-deactivated20260412]

rare alysa pic!!!

[coolforthesummer00]

need that

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Biggest Fan

So basically this is my first time ever seriously writing a piece of fanfiction...so bear with me here. Now the reader isn't really specifically femme or masc, but I am masc so I didn't go out of my way to change anything to femme (sorry guys I just don't know how to write it). I also very much love skating very much so I made reader a skater. Anyways, I hope this is somewhat enjoyable for people.

(Alysa Liu x Female Reader)

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Being famous was something you had never expected to experience ever in your life. Being recognized by people all over the world was a unique experience. Fans calling your name while performing at a contest, people stopping you on the streets for an autograph, or seeing yourself on the television.

However there was one thing you didn’t think you would ever get used to when it came to fans. The tiktok videos. All over your for you page, interviews, edits, highlight clips. It was something you saw on a daily basis. It was also something your girlfriend saw on a daily basis.

Although the tiktoks were startling, they were nothing compared to the shock that you were dating the one and only Alysa Liu. The olympic gold medalist that had taken the world by storm in 2026, inspiring the whole world and capturing the hearts of many across the globe.

Being a skateboarder whose name wasn’t global until recently, it really took you by surprise when she had reached out to get to know you. Sure it started off as just being friendly, her giving your recent videos some comments or compliments. 

Soon it turned into full conversations over text and next thing you knew it was lunch almost every week or dinner at each other's houses. Eventually you naturally became more and more drawn to each other, until finally becoming official. 

Speculation of Alysa and your relationship status was typically left alone until fans had seen the both of you at a thrift shop, leaving the world to connect the pieces. 

It started quickly with tiktok videos, photographs, or articles being released. 

Leaving Alysa and you with one option. During your most recent interview with Thrasher the interviewer mentioned leaving home and your future plans for moving cities to pursue a larger sponsor. In which you replied, “Honestly, I think I have it really good at home right now. I might take a bit of a step back and appreciate what I have now.” “Really? As far as I’ve heard you seem to be hinting at your speculated relationship with Alysa…am I correct?”. A smirk had appeared on your lips after hearing that, “I mean yeah…who wouldn’t want to appreciate such a beautiful thing?” leaving everyone including yourself to wonder whether you were talking about the relationship or Alysa herself. 

It wasn’t only you that had run into some tricky questions while talking to the public though, because later that week at a press interview Alysa had been asked a similar question. Leaving her flustered and nervous. 

After that week it had officially been announced that Alysa and you were a couple. The internet blew up, some wondering how and when this had become a thing while others who were dedicated internet detectives claimed they knew it long before the announcement. 

Navigating the internet afterwards was a completely different experience for you. Dating one of the most famous people in the world, you began to gain more recognition for your works and another shocking thing. Your looks. Checking your latest social media posts, new fans had come flooding in, comments on your outfits, hair, and you in general. 

-*Reader’s Name* Girl Skateboard Part-

-Iheartyuri: I think I should start watching more skateboard fr…👀

-*Reader*lover3487: WE are all shooting our shot right??

-*Your User*: righttt, WE

-mlgraves34: i NEED an edit to this video please i beg

However nothing would have prepared you for the first time you saw Alysa’s tiktok feed. Laying in bed comfortably after a long day of work, the both of you were spent. Wanting to do nothing but spend time together in a comfortable silence. 

Alysa had settled herself comfortably between your legs, allowing you to run your hands through her hair lazily while she scrolled through her feed. At first it was normal, random video after another. Obscure meme video, photography, and the occasional movie edit. 

That was until she scrolled onto an edit of you. Freezing in your tracks as you watched, the edit being of your latest appearance at a skating promotion event for work. Dressed in casual clothes, running up to the camera to strike a pose and flash a smile after completing a clean run. ‘La Mentira’ filled the atmosphere as the transitions happened through a variety of clips, the most notable being one of you laying on the floor before looking into the camera. Hair messy, panting a bit from exhaustion while the glimmer of sweat was visible on your face. 

After it was finished you saw Alysa favorite the video. 

“Woah hold up, what was that?” you said, looking at her suspiciously. 

Quickly scrolling away, Alysa replied “Nothing nothing, I don’t know what you’re talking about”. 

“No, hold on wait a minute give me this”, quickly taking the phone from her hands and going to her favorites to find a folder titled with your name. Quickly opening it to find over a hundred videos. Clicking on one of them and scrolling through to find that they are all edits of you. Eyes widening, you look down at her.

 “No way.” you say, a smile appearing on your lips. 

“Ughhhhh this is so embarrassing”, climbing up to bury her face in your neck. Her breath warm on your skin.

“Why would this be embarrassing, Lys?” you say, dropping the phone and wrapping your arms around her.

 “I don’t know maybe because I have like a bajillion edits of my girlfriend saved to my phone like I’m one of her fangirls” she says bluntly, trying to hide her embarrassment.

You pick up the phone and open it up, looking at the number at the top 147 videos. “Lys it’s only 147 videos not a bajillion” you say trying to get her to look up at you. Out of curiosity you begin to scroll through the videos in the collection, dozens of audios and dozens of clips. Some are cute edits to Pinkpantheress “Attracted to You” while others are primarily focused on your skating with music like “U Weren’t Here I Really Miss You”. However most of the edits saved to this collection were edits focusing on your looks, the sound of “Fuera Del Planeta” filled your ears.

It was honestly really flattering if you had to say so yourself. Opening the comments you read a few of them. Goofy reaction pictures that had you laughing to yourself a bit. Reading comments of fans appreciating the edit, which you would say was pretty good. Scrolling through you find a comment of Amira’s.

-rustlemines01: yooo OUR wife looks delicious 🤤

-frigouscigous: our…? you mean my girlfriend??

The comment is enough to make you smile, “What’s this about?” pointing the phone screen in her direction. 

Alysa’s face turns slightly red before responding, “Ugh people on the internet fawning over you…acting like they’re the love of your life. They should know they don’t stand a chance at you while I’m around”. She wraps her arms around your waist after climbing on top of you. It’s enough to make you slightly squeamish. 

“They do know they don’t have a chance, I mean just look at the tiktoks we post” you murmur, referring to the numerous tiktok posts featuring you and Alysa. Your hands snaking up and around her back.

She laughs, “What about you then, you act like I haven’t seen the folder of videos in your favorites…”

Quickly turning red, you stumble over your words a bit. “Uhhh I have no idea what you’re talking about”

“Really then?”

“Yes…really.”

“Why don’t we check then?” she says before quickly grabbing your phone and springing off the bed. Running to the other side of the room and opening your phone. 

“Hey! Wait a minute!” you say quickly getting up to retrieve your phone.

“No no no, you were soooo confident that there was nothing on your phone before we started this check” Alysa says playfully as she runs out the door and into the living room.

Running after her you think of all the things about her you have saved to your phone. The edits, the pictures, it was all going to be revealed in a couple of minutes. 

After running into the living room you find Alysa sitting on the couch scrolling through the folder of edits you had saved of her on your phone. Smiling to herself before looking up and shooting you a cocky look.

“Cute. I take it you’re a big fan of me huh?”

Deciding to play along with your response, “I mean yeah…who wouldn’t be a big fan of Olympic gold medalist Alysa Liu? Can you really blame me?”. Walking over to her slowly before sitting down next to her.

“Its a good thing I appreciate my fans so much then. Might even say I…admire them” she says, slowly leaning in a bit teasingly.

Without hesitation you close the distance between you two, lips meeting in a soft kiss before turning into something filled with hunger.

She was right after all, you were her biggest fan and she was yours and it came with perks the both of you enjoyed.

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Okay so hopefully at least one of you enjoyed that. If you did though, I have another work that I have a very vivid idea for that I'm going to start. So let me know if you would possibly like that...👀

[coolforthesummer00]

really really hoping for the masc musician storyline soon but i mostly just wanted to drop in and say thank you for the masc love!!! i feel like its pretty rare to see anything but fem reader so i appreciate it very much. thats all!

the musician concept is also my personal favorite, i’ve been putting a lot of thought into it! I though it would be a little interesting to see some romantic history being rediscovered yk and also the way that they both didn’t WANT to let eachother go but had to, then fate brings them back tg ugh I love! im literally having so much fun thinking about what I can do with that plot😮‍💨😮‍💨 and of course, thank you sm for the support! we love masc representation over here😼❤️‍🩹