A/N: Last, but not least: merry xmas @ticklygiggles!! You didn't think I'd leave you out, did you? Hehehe, thank you for being an amazing friend and for another year hearing my nonsense! Hope you like this messy gift (posted without your amazing beta reading </3)
Summary: Who should Hyuna choose: you or Luka? Well, she better figure it out fast!
Word count: 1639 words
Loud laughter, music, and noises filled the whole place, but it felt welcoming, comfortable even. The lights hanging above your table swayed lightly with the movements all around, but you could barely mind the flicking inside the bulb. You, too, were starting to get a bit drunk after those bottles.
It delayed the effects as much as you could, but the alcohol managed to find its way into your bloodstream. You surely didn't feel or look as drunk as the others in the table next to yours, but this was far from sober.
Still, what was there to worry about? What was the harm in having a little fun and getting a little tipsy when the recordings were practically over and the year was about to end?
You weren't really the kind to join the cast in these gatherings, but Hyuna insisted so much that you found your will faltering before you even took note of it. When you stopped to think about it, you were already sitting by her side, cheering before going drinking the first cup.
"Come on, come on," Hyuna encouraged, small giggles tainting her tone as she handled you another bottle. "I'll ask for more food, don't worr— Ah! You should drink some more too, Luka ~" she added, handling the guy sitting by her other side a dose too.
"I'm fine, noona," he mumbled, his eyes half closed while he lowered his gaze to stare at the cup. You could feel the tension coming from Luka, but Hyuna's bright, cheerful attitude had enough energy to force the mood back up on her own.
Still, you could feel his piercing, almost intimidating gaze whenever she gave you her attention. He'd frown at her hanging her arm around your shoulder, pout when she served you a snack or fetched you another cup and rolled his eyes when she tried to tell you a joke — they weren't that great, indeed, but Luka's reactions seemed… excessive if they were just for that.
But you knew they weren't. You knew why he was acting like that and why he would look at you with such anger. He was jealous, awfully so.
"H-Hyuna-nim!" You gasped when she leaned over you, but took the chance to flash Luka with a smug, confident smirk. "You're going to flip the table, behave yourself!"
Luka sighed, annoyed by the sound of your voice. "Let she have f—"
"Ehh? But what's the fun in behaving now?" Hyuna faked a sob, doing an exaggerated motion to hug you before nuzzling her cheek against yours. "Don't nag me now, pleeease ~ Hahah!"
You let out a nervous chuckle, trying to handle her intoxicated affection the best you could while watching out for anything that could make a bigger mess. "I'm not, Hyuna-nim, but what if you spill your drinks? And get your clothes dirty? You need to be careful!"
"Heheh, then you can make me a new fit!" She giggled, lifting her face slightly to look at you. "You always make the prettiest ones for us," Hyuna mused, clueless of the storm forming around her, "right, Luka?"
While it did feel good to tease him once in a while, you did wish Hyuna would stop doing that. Every time she brought you or your name up in the conversation, Luka grew angrier — you just didn't know if it was at you, her or both. It made you feel some sort of guilt, and even fear that it would lead to some sort of catastrophe.
"H-Hyuna-nim, please," you muttered as gently as possible and pushed her body away, "you're embarrass—"
"Hehehey!" Hyuna giggled and swatted at your hands, prying them off her sides. You looked up to her face, and so did Luka on the other side, both sort of dazed by her bright laugh. "Don't tickle me, that's not fah-aHA!"
She squealed, again, as Luka reached and pinched her side, his thumb drilling into the curve of her back with an almost revengeful precision. "Stop making a fuss, noona," he hissed quietly.
"L-Luhuka!" Hyuna whined, turning around and reaching for his hands this time. Her drunk, slower reflexes struggled to keep up with you two and, the more she tried to defend herself, the worst it seemed to get. "P-plehease, not you two! This ihisn't fahair!"
You and Luka exchanged a brief glance, locking eyes like two fighters about to step up in the ring. Hyuna was slowly calming down, one hand holding his and one holding yours, but you two weren't quite done, not when a new matter to compete over just presented itself to you. "L-let's h-have another round, hm? My treat this ti—"
"Wait, noona," Luka interrupted her, clinging to her arm like a stray puppy looking for attention. "If not us two, does that mean you only want one of us?"
Interpreting her words that way was a far, far stretch, but you didn't dislike his idea this time. Seeing him move, you mimicked his action and hugged Hyuna's arm, shoving her right in the middle of your and Luka's senseless dispute. "Yes, Hyuna-nim, which one are you choosing?"
"Me, obviously", Luka snapped, barely giving Hyuna time to think before his free hand latched back onto her side, tickling her without missing a beat. "Right, noona?"
"W-wahahait, I cahAHAhan't!" Hyuna laughed, trying to throw herself back and off your grip, but you two held her arms trapped and her body in place, helplessly stuck between you two. "L-lehehet me gohoho!"
"I will, if you choose me," you grinned, squeezing right below her lowest rib and making her laugh raise a pitch. "You won't leave me, right, Hyuna-nim?"
"Noona!" Luka cried from the other side when Hyuna threatened to turn her face slightly towards your direction. He changed his target to the middle of her stomach, tickling around her navel and making her want to curl into a ball while you tickled her ribs. "Ugh, why don't you leave her alone already?"
"Why don't you leave her alone?" You snapped back at him, tilting your head to the side to properly face your opponent.
"S-STOHohop! Y-yohou two! LehEHEHet me gohoho!" Hyuna laughed, pulling at her trapped limbs while you and Luka tormented her nerves with an overwhelming synchrony.
If she tried to stop you, Luka would tickle her until she was curling into an awkward ball and force her to give him her attention, hoping to fend off his hand. However, if Hyuna turned around to cover and protect her body from him, you'd scratch her back and prod at the spaces between her ribs, forcing her into a renewed laughing fit.
It was a surprise how no one in the restaurant's staff had come to call the three of you out until now. Hyuna actually hoped for that, the whole idea sounding like an easy escape to the dispute over her attention and the imposing question of who was her favorite — but everyone was so drunk and loud at that point that a woman laughing her heart out barely stood out from the rest.
Her laughter mingled and got lost in the chatter and clinging glasses around the table you three shared. It was a merciless, ticklish siege from all sides that rendered her useless, as nothing but a cackling, drunk mess.
"P-PLEHEHEASE!! AHAhaha, dohohon't make me chohoose!" Hyuna whined, having not only her nerves, but her heart tore in two as well. Wherever she looked, she was met with demanding eyes, filled with expectation and seeking for her favoritism.
Her favorite actor in the cast and her most precious staff member, the one she grew really close to and the one that worked with her since the start of her career as an actress — how was she supposed to name it?!
That problem, however, didn't really seem to concern neither you nor Luka. Both of you continued tickling her, holding her arms as hard as you two could while doing it. "Choose me!" You two insisted, almost at the same time. Hyuna felt like she was going to turn into a puddle anytime now.
"S-SohohOHOMEONE, SAHAHAVE ME!" Hyuna cackled, heat gathered around her face and spread down to the top of her chest and the tip of her ears. The idea of dying from laughter was starting to look familiar, as an acceptable fate. Death would be better than making that decision.
"Tsk, you're so stubborn, noona. Makes you look like an idiot," Luka said and you could spot his hand coming to a halt, the rapid touches turning into lazy pokes until they finally stopped.
You looked at Hyuna's unrestrained, tired smile and judged it would be wise to play along. "Are you ok, Hyuna-nim?" You asked, watching her drop herself forward and hit the table head first. If it weren't for her breathless giggles and her body trembling with ticklish after shocks, you'd probably assume she fainted from all the tickling.
"I-I'm fihihine, dahamn it…" She gasped, hesitating a little before reaching for the table and pushing herself up, sitting back like before. "Y-you two can't do that like this, a-at least warn me before!"
"You didn't answer my question, noona," Luka hissed, making Hyuna flinch at his cold, piercing stare. "You need to choose someone. Who is it?"
"Yes, Hyuna-nim," you followed promptly, already smirking as you crept behind her. You placed your hands on both her shoulders, your face close to hers. "Me or him?"
"I— ahm, c-c'mon now, hahah…" Hyuna gulped, her eyes flicking between the two of you. You and Luka leaned a little closer, pressing her even more. "I— oh! Right! W-waitress! Right here, please!" She gasped, waving her hand high above her head and forcing you two to retreat. "L-let's drink some more, ok? We're here to celebrate! W-we can talk about these… things later, yeah?"
A/N: So, this can story can be seen as an alternative universe kind of setting, since we didn’t get a happy ending in the original, but I really wanted to write something with these two as well. Number 17 - Escape - of @vqler's Tickletober prompt list of 2025 ft. Ivan and Till from ALIEN STAGE.
Words: 970 words under the cut
Their shared apartment was rarely quiet, but tonight it was downright chaotic. “Ivan, no!!” Till’s voice rang out, bubbly and high with laughter already, as he bolted down the hallway in his socks, nearly slipping as he turned a sharp corner. Ivan’s footsteps were close behind, the sound of long strides closing the distance with every passing second.
“You better run faster than that Till,” Ivan called, his tone darkly playful, “because once I catch you, you’re done!” Till squealed again, breathless from the laughter already bubbling in his chest. “I didn’t do anything!! You can’t prove it!!” “Oh, really?” Ivan said, grinning as he picked up speed. “So the missing last slice of strawberry cake just vanished on its own, huh?”
“That could’ve been anyone!” “It was literally labeled ‘Ivan’s - Do Not Touch.’” “That’s very vague!” Ivan laughed just as Till turned into the living room and, without even slowing down, grabbed a throw pillow from the couch and launched it backwards with expert precision.
Ivan caught it right in the face with a surprised grunt. “Argh!” he barked, staggering for half a second before shaking it off and charging forward again. “Oh, that’s it!” Till screamed playfully, throwing himself over the couch arm and scrambling onto the cushions like it was a lifeboat. But Ivan was already there, looming over him like a villain from a drama.
“No no no, waitwaitwait-!” Till babbled, trying to roll away. Too late. With a smooth pounce, Ivan straddled him, pinning him flat against the couch cushions. He grabbed both of Till’s wrists in one hand, holding them gently but firmly above his head. His other hand hovered ominously over Till’s torso.
“You should’ve picked any other day to steal my dessert,” Ivan said, dramatically ominous. Till’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t!” “Oh, I would.” And then he struck. His fingers dove into Till’s sides, wiggling rapidly up and down, and the reaction was instant. Till absolutely shrieked, laughter bursting from him like a dam breaking.
His back arched as much as it could with Ivan sitting on him, legs kicking helplessly into the couch cushions. “NOHOHOHOO IVAAHAHAHAN!!” The ravenhead grinned down at him, tickling without mercy, his fingers moving from his ribs to his waist, giving little squeezes and skittering movements that had the boy thrashing and squirming beneath him.
“Thought you were fast,” Ivan teased, “guess not fast enough.” “YOOHOU BAHAHASTAHAHARD!! GEHEHET OHOHOFF!!” But Ivan didn’t stop. If anything, the high-pitched squeals and bright pink blush coloring Till’s cheeks only made him laugh harder - not at him, with him. Because Till’s laughter was infectious - sharp, silly and just so real.
“You are way too ticklish for someone who throws the first pillow,” Ivan said, raising an eyebrow. Till let out another shriek as Ivan’s fingers found the dip just above his hipbones, digging in for just a second before fluttering away. “NAHAHAHA NOT THEHEHEHERE!!” “Oh? Here?” Ivan teased, targeting the spot again.
Till was howling now, face buried sideways in a couch pillow as he laughed uncontrollably, tears starting to well in the corners of his eyes. He tugged uselessly against Ivan’s grip, legs kicking. It wasn’t like Ivan was putting real strength into holding him down. He didn’t need to. Till was already halfway useless under his touch.
Ivan couldn’t help it - he was grinning like an idiot, his own cheeks dusted pink from laughter and adrenaline. Seeing Till so carefree, so unguarded, it made his heart flutter in a way he tried very hard not to think too much about. Eventually, he slowed down, his fingers lazily scribbling around Till’s belly one last time before finally letting go.
Till’s arms dropped like noodles and he went limp with a huge, exhausted wheeze. Ivan shifted off of him, still chuckling, and flopped onto the couch beside him. “That… was for the cake.” “You’re such a child,” Till groaned, red-faced and breathless, his hair sticking out in every direction. Ivan tilted his head with mock innocence. “You were warned.”
They sat like that for a moment - Till trying to catch his breath, Ivan fighting to keep a smug grin off his face. The quiet after all that laughter was oddly warm, filled only with the hum of the refrigerator and the faint sound of the wind outside their window.
After a minute, Till slowly sat up, curling sideways until he was leaning against Ivan’s shoulder, his legs folded on the couch. Ivan blinked, slightly surprised by the cuddle, but he didn’t move away. In fact, he leaned in a little.
Till’s voice was soft, a little raspy from all the giggling. “Okay... but seriously… What was all that about? You usually just pout when I steal your stuff.” Ivan looked down at him, eyes glinting. “I told you, that slice had my name on it.” “Pffft.” Till squinted suspiciously. “That’s not a reason for a full-blown manhunt.” “Isn’t it?” Ivan smirked, smug and unbothered.
Till narrowed his eyes. “You’re being suspiciously smug.” Ivan lifted a hand to ruffle Till’s hair. “You’re just mad you got caught.” Till leaned away slightly, something mischievous sparking in his expression. “No, I’m mad because you tickled me half to death.”
“You looked like you were having fun though.” “That’s beside the point,” Till said firmly. Then, suddenly, his fingers darted out and poked Ivan right in the side. Ivan flinched. “H-Hey!” Till smiled at him. “Was that a giggle?” “No it wasn’t,” the answer answered a little bit too quickly, knowing what was coming.
“I think it was… You defiantly giggled!” he said triumphantly, poking him again, and this time Ivan twitched and barely suppressed another laugh. Till leaned in, whispering gleefully. “Time for my revenge.” Ivan’s eyes widened in alarm. “W-Wait- Till, I-!” But it was already too late.
🪸 ;; warnings -> luka is a warning himself LMAO, small angst, mentions of human experiments/testing, slight ooc
🪸 ;; authors note -> it’s my birthday today yippee!! (im like a minute late but shhhh, its still the 4th of september)
guess who got into ALNST recently lmao. i swear if i fall in love with one more blondie i will lose it (so far the list is aventurine, kaveh and luka).
as usual the format is general, lee and ler headcanons! feel requests are still open btw :3
🪸 ;; masterpost
🪸 ;; ao3
🪸 ;; general headcanons
just like his voice, his laughter is heavenly;
his laughter and reactions are quite restrained; he’s learned to control his heart rate because of heperu’s “tests”, and as a result, he learned how to control his reactions too;
but keep tickling him for a while and he’ll give you the cutest giggles and shy titters ever;
he doesn’t squirm around that much, surprisingly. no one knows why;
do be careful, after tickling him he gets pretty vengeful. and a vengeful luka is something wise men fear;
his tummy has just a tiny amount of pudge, squeeze that part and you’ll be rewarded trust;
he starts squeaking and squealing like a dog toy when you squeeze his tummy its adorable;
just don’t tell him that he sounds like a dog toy… its for the best;
🪸 ;; lee headcanons
oh no he’s hot :( ;
has the cutest laugh ever;
pretty ticklish if you target the right spots;
if luka trusts you a lot (which is pretty hard to achieve), he’ll struggle less when you tickle him. as in, he’ll actually let you do it;
remember how i mentioned his laugh being shy and all? i feel like he’d get rlly shy when tickled too;
like, he’s this famous persona, the previous ALNST winner, and a few poked get him giggling?? embarrassing… (for him anyways);
i think his worst spots would be tummy and ears/neck. maybe hips too idk;
he’s used to roughness because of heperu (fuck you heperu) so gentle tickling works best on him lol;
does get overwhelmed pretty quick so keep that in mind;
you know luka really trusts you if he willingly lets you tickle him (he hates being vulnerable);
🪸 ;; ler headcanons
his hands are cold as fuck and the smUG BASTARD USES THAT TO HIS ADVANTAGE >:( ;
he’s so mean. why are you so rude blondie;
luka knows every weak spot of his “victim”. he’s able to find it in seconds;
always teasing and taunting his lee. what a jerk;
tickling from him is different depending on what you did; if he feels like tickling you for the sake of it, he’ll be somewhat gentle. but if you tickled him first? rip buddy, r.i.p;
asshole alert asshole alert asshole alert;
y’all remember that moment when he kissed the microphone? yeah he’ll definitely bully his s/o with ticklish kisses (bastard pt2);
he’s a manipulative little shit chances are he’ll manipulate you into letting him tickle you lmao;
oh and did i mention he can hold you down with EASE. he’s a piece of shit when it comes to tickling people;
Hyuna sighed, placing the script down. Was this the fifth or sixth time in the last hour?
Dating was fun. Dating Luka was extra fun. It made their acting better, she finally had someone to keep her company in dates and her social media was filled with cute pictures of them. Of course, this was merely the tip of the iceberg — Luka was a loving boyfriend, surprisingly good at kissing and caring all the time.
All the fucking time.
Just like now, in her dressing room, he would follow her everywhere. He took her hand whenever he had the chance to, he always picked the seat next to hers when they hung with friends and even bothered himself to visit the set in his days off just to see her a little more.
Worst thing about it was that she knew she had some of the blame in his behavior. After all, she did spend weeks spoiling him rotten, so how could she expect anything different from him at this point? Hyuna also knew that folding to the pressure would just make things worse.
His love was adorable, but heavens, how exhaustive it was, too.
"Luka, I—"
"You don't have to if you don't want to," he mumbled, looking at her like a puppy locked out of the house. "I just thought you still liked me…"
"What?" She chuckled, turning around in her chair to properly face him. Luka barely shifted from the seat in the corner of the couch, but continued to fiddle with his hands, waiting for his turn to speak. "Of course I do, the hell are you talking about?"
"Noona," he whined, "you spent the whole day ignoring me."
"It's called 'working'."
"It also passes a message," he nodded, his voice gentle, trying to appeal to her soft side.
Hyuna pinched the bridge of her nose, shaking her head. "You're adorable when you sulk, but please—"
She stopped, the words caught in her throat when her eyes met Luka's, full of expectation. Hyuna clenched her jaw and her lips pressed into a thin line. She had barely made it past the half of the script and her next recording was scheduled to the next morning. She shouldn't, this was absolutely not the time for it.
But she gave in anyway.
She was on her feet before she took note of it, walking the way towards him before her brain could give it a second thought.
Hyuna placed one knee next to his leg, holding Luka's face by his chin and kissed him quickly. She felt him smiling against her mouth and was met with a cheeky, confident grin when they pulled apart.
"Missed me?" Luka purred and reached to wrap his arms around Hyuna's waist, wanting to pull her closer. She huffed, finally coming down to her senses. "Now we cahahan— aha! N-noohonahaha, dohohon't!"
"What? I'm giving you attention, am I not?" Hyuna teased, capturing one of Luka's hands while tickling his expose side with her other one, her nails gliding over the surface of his shirt. "Don't come complaining now, you asked for this."
"I dihidn't ahask for tihihickles! Stohohop!" Luka laughed, but did very little to try to stop her hand from moving around, tickling his ribs, stomach, armpit… well, maybe she did miss him, too.
A/N: We love pathetic men deeply in love with their strong, awesome girlfriends
