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if i would, could you? 𓏲ּ𝄢

melissa schemmenti x fem!reader

NSFW! (3.2k words) ao3 // masterlist

18+ mdni, mommy kink, praise kink, bathroom sex, accidental voyeurism, plot? what plot? (pwp), no y/n, pet names, older woman younger girl, light dom/sub, fingering

a/n sorry in advance, i needed to get this off of my mind (part 2 now up!)

you blamed melissa and her old italian doors that didn’t close properly. or you blamed just melissa, for the way things turned out tonight.

the night had started out swell. a small gathering at melissa’s place, you arriving significantly later than the others to not risk being alone with the redhead. ava constantly eyeing you to make a move on mel. janine and gregory shamelessly flirting. jacob’s clumsiness. mr. johnson telling barbara stories that you tried so hard to concentrate on but nothing worked. she was there, with all her glory, swaying around in the comfort of her home and more radiant than ever.

mckqys

𝓑ed chem

𝓜elissa schemmenti x hyperfeminine!reader

NSFW

warnings: girlygirl reader, fingering, dom!Melissa, possessive degradation, cum eating, praise, thigh riding, pussy eating, edging, aftercareeee<3

.gang its lowkey 4 hours past my bedtime when finishing writing this but I reached ABSOLUTE flow state which is so rare.

based on this ask!

𝓣thinking of hyperfeminine!reader whos been trying to get Melissa's attention for months. always dressing up in the clothes you know Mel likes best (especially that sundress that clings just right in all the perfect places) but you just can't get Melissa to crack, you've even gone so far as to highlight just how skilled you are in all departments, chewing on the end of your pen whilst staring into 'space' (mel's general vacinity) and playing those dumb piano games on your phone do demonstrate that despite the long false nails on your hands, your nimble fingers still work perfectly fine. But nothing seemed to work on her.

So one day you decide to try and take a new angle.. the jealousy angle. In the break room after the summer break you start up a loud conversation with janine about your holiday abroad in the sunshine, how you laid on the beach for hours as men paid for all your drinks you barely had to lift a finger. Then you embellish a little.. telling janine about how some guy gave you the 'night of your life' whilst looking over her shoulder to Melissa in the corner who just continues with what she was doing, the slight arch in her eyebrow the only indication that she'd heard what you'd said.

fortunxa

❝ IS IT CASUAL NOW ? ❞

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 full fic to . . . having a homoerotic friendship with Jinx

pairing: Jinx x fem!reader, modern au.

# cw. homoerotic friends to ???, soft dom!Jinx x power bottom!reader, bratty!Jinx x softer!reader, codependency, intoxication, double-ended dildo, mutual masturbation, size kink/size queen!Jinx, corruption kink, light degradation + praise, obedience kink-ish, overstimulation, squirting, Jinx gets too greedy, aftercare-ish, smut with plot. mdni .ᐟ.ᐟ

# word count. 7k

ᯓ ☘︎ lucky speaks: this got a bit out of hand, i was aiming for 3k words </3 kinda rushed ending! half proofread. this one goes out to the anon who suggested that Jinx is selfish with her pleasure :3

the thing about Jinx and you is that your friendship isn't normal—not by any sane standard, metric, or rulebook ever written. not when you've already burned through every normal boundary two so-called "roommates" should have.

star-struck09

I grieve the little things I did not get to say to you and the things I never will.

pr0ceeding

“Rage is only for what you believe can be fixed. All the rest is grief.”

— Cormac McCarthy, Stella Maris

nixscriptum

sinisterserpent300

Unbalanced - Series Masterlist (Ongoing)

Jackie Taylor x Reader to Shauna Shipman x Reader

Your relationship with Jackie Taylor was everything you could have dreamed of...or so you thought. When your plane crashes, will the trials and tribulations of the wilderness help you escape your haunted past, or are you doomed to repeat history?

Chapter List (ongoing)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Main Masterlist

sinisterserpent300

Unbalanced - Chapter 1

Pairing: Jackie Taylor x fem!reader to eventual Shauna Shipman x fem!reader

Warnings: Implied abuse, non-descriptive (yet).

MDNI

0l10c

Alysa Liu x female reader

𒁂Grumpy vampire! reader x shiny werewolf! Alysa

fluff, sometimes angst, mention of age difference, mention of blood and murders

• She crashes into your cave / apartment like a tornado, and you don't even look up from your book. "Aren't you scared I'll hit a wall one day?" she asks, shaking herself off. "I hope so," you reply, turning the page.

• She always smells like forest, wet fur, and something warm. You smell like blood, old paper, and cold. She regularly sniffs your neck and says: "You smell like death, but in a good way." You don't know what that means. Neither does she.

• You can't sleep next to her during a full moon — she transforms and races around the room trying to catch her own tail. You sit in the corner on top of the closet and watch. "You could help," she whines from below. "I could," you agree. You don't move.

• She brings you gifts. Dead birds, live mice, shiny wrappers, gnawed bones. You stare at them without expression. "That's... nice," you say. Her tail wags so hard she almost knocks over a lamp.

• Cuddling her is like cuddling a furnace. She's hot, heavy, and she drools in her sleep constantly. You allow it for exactly ten minutes. Then you move away. She moves back. It's war.

• She adores children. Stops on the street to pet strangers' kids, plays tag with the neighbor's toddlers (and always loses because she can't run fast — they're too small). You stand off to the side pretending to be disgusted. "You're mean," she says afterward. "I know," you reply.

• You can't be near children. They're loud, they smell strange, and they have too many questions. "Why is your skin so pale? Why don't you go outside in the sun? Why don't you eat our food?" You hide behind Alysa. Alysa distracts them by showing off her ears and telling stupid stories. You hate how good she is at it.

• She tries to drag you into her pack. "They're nice," she says. "They won't try to kill you. I asked." You raise an eyebrow. "You asked a pack of werewolves if they want to kill a vampire?" "I asked politely."

• When you're hungry, she brings you a deer. Alive, antlers tangled in bushes, eyes wide. "Go on," she says, nudging the prey toward you. You stare at her. "Are you serious?" "What? I don't know where to get people. You said people are complicated."

• You move silently. She stomps so hard the walls shake. You enter a room — no one notices. She enters — everyone jumps. "Maybe learn to walk quieter?" you ask. "Maybe learn to walk louder?" she shoots back. You can't. She can't. It works.

• She breathes. Constantly. Loudly, frequently, with a whistle. You cover her mouth with your hand in movie theaters. She licks your palm. You pull your hand away. She does it again. You stopped going to movies.

• She doesn't understand why you don't eat normal food. "Have you even tried pizza?" "I'm allergic to garlic." "What about cheese?" "No." "Tomatoes?" "Also no." "So what's the problem?" "I drink blood, Alysa." "So? You can have both."

• You sleep in a coffin. A real one. With velvet lining. The first time she saw it, she squealed. "That's so romantic! I want one too!" "You won't fit." "Make it bigger! We'll sleep together!" You didn't make it bigger. She climbed in anyway. Cramped. Hot. You hate it. You can't sleep anywhere else anymore.

• She howls at the moon. Not because she has to — because she likes it. You stand nearby, hands in your pockets, waiting for her to finish. Sometimes, when no one is watching, you howl back. Softer. Lower. She turns and looks at you with shining eyes. "I heard that." "You imagined it."

• You can't have children. It never bothered you. Alysa adores kids, and someone once asked her if she wanted her own. "We can't," she said, flicking her tail. "But we have our gross little yard with a hammock, and her, and me. That's enough." You turned away so she wouldn't see your face.

• She protects you from other werewolves. Stands in front of you, growls, shows her teeth. You could protect yourself — you're older, stronger, colder. But you let her. She likes feeling needed. You like the way she looks when she's angry.

• When she's mad at you, she doesn't talk. Just sits, turned away, scratching her ear. You sit next to her. The silence drags on. Then she sighs, turns, and bumps her nose against your cheek. "You're annoying." "You too." "Truce?" "Truce."

• You can fly. Turn into a bat, fold your wings, drop through the darkness. She tried to copy you. She managed to jump off a roof — and land hard. "You don't have wings," you said, looking down at her. "I thought wanting it badly enough would work," she answered from the puddle.

• She loves touching your fangs. With her fingers, her tongue, sometimes her lips. "Sharp," she says. "I could hurt you," you answer. "You won't," she says. And you haven't. Not once.

• You never say "I love you." Instead, you leave your blood in a bowl on the table when you go away. She comes home hungry, finds the bowl, licks it clean. Then she finds a note: "don't die without me." She keeps them in a shoebox.

• She introduces you to other werewolves, even though you asked her not to. They're huge, loud, smell like dog. You sit silently, not drinking, not eating. "She's cool," Alysa tells her friends. "She just needs time." You didn't ask for time. But you wait. For her.

• You were used to loneliness. Hundreds of years of silence, darkness, no attachments. Then Alysa appeared — and the silence ended. She's everywhere: in your coffin, in your fridge (food you don't eat), in your schedule ("we're going for a walk on Saturday, I already planned everything"). You hate it. You can't imagine life without it.

• When you're angry at the world, you hide in the dark. Climb onto a closet, into the basement, up to the attic. She always finds you. Not with her nose — with her instinct, yes. But not hunting prey. Hunting you. "There you are," she says, poking her head in. "Go away." "No." And she climbs inside. Cramped. Dark. She puts her head in your lap and falls asleep.

• You still don't know why you stayed. Why you didn't leave, disappear, do what you always did — cut the connection. Alysa asked once: "What am I to you?" You were silent for a long time. "A pet," you said. She got offended. You didn't explain. You meant: the only living creature you step into the light for.

• She brings you stray kittens she finds on the street. Small, blind, squeaking. "You're a bat, they're basically like mice," she says. "I thought you'd be lonely." You look at the kittens. The kittens look at you. You close the box and take it back. "Don't." But you kept one. It sleeps on your neck. You named it Dog.

• She killed someone who tried to hurt you. You found out the next day when you saw blood under her nails. "I didn't ask for that," you said. "I know," she answered. "I could have handled it myself." "I know." And she fell silent. You never spoke of it again. But you've slept a little easier since then.

• You don't believe in forever. You've seen too many deaths. Alysa believes. "We'll run together," she says, "even when you get old and I go gray." You don't age. She does. You don't tell her that. You let her believe.

• You love her. It's disgusting, inconvenient, and completely against your nature. You are cold, silence, solitude. She is warmth, noise, a pack. You weren't supposed to work. But you sleep in one coffin (cramped, hot), drink blood from the same mug (she doesn't drink but asks you to pour some — "for company"), and when she laughs, you feel something inside you thaw. Something that was frozen for hundreds of years.

• You will never tell her this.

• But she knows.

spiderb00bs

- BROAD SHOULDERS, BIG HEART ⁀➷ A.L

"Not in a million years would anyone imagine that the female hockey team's star player would actually be a softie. But Alysa knew better."

warning - masc!reader, i'm in love w Alysa, so i decided to write about :), idk nothing about hockey :/ (i'm a fighter btw)

now playing - Mutt, by Leon Thomas

"Said i'll put my guard down for you, said i'll be vulnerable. So you can break my heart if you want to"

The rink was on fire, which was ironic because everything there was ice. The crowd was screaming wildly, almost as if you and your team were in a life-or-death battle. People jumped, screamed, and kicked with every little move the US hockey team made, and you couldn't deny that in a way you liked feeling the heat of the crowd with you during the games.

The crowd went wild when your stick hit the puck, sending it straight into the goal and driving the crowd crazy. The whistle blew and the game was finally over. The gold is yours. You didn't care much for the celebrations or the shouting, there was only one smile there that you really cared about. In the VIP area, very close to where the game was taking place, was the only person who could make you feel something in the midst of all those people.

Alysa smiled as if she already knew you had the game in your hands, it was almost as if she was sure that the others would have no chance against you and your team. Your eyes darted toward the crowd, locating the girl with colorful hair as if she were the only person there, as if someone were shining a whole spotlight on her.

You smiled under your helmet.

People didn't usually see this side of you, this side that seemed to be completely reserved for your girlfriend. The girls on your team knew you had a soft spot for the figure skater, but seeing you all silly over a five-foot girl was just funny. Alysa was the only person who could pull you out of your tough guy shell and put you on a cloud of love and softness.

Then that cloud dissipated like cotton candy in water. The moment you felt the aggressive touch on your shoulder, your eyes strayed from the angel with colorful hair. The rival team's jersey was all you saw in front of you, and then it was as if ink had stained your eyes, and all you saw was red.

“You know, you may be able to score goals, but maybe your girlfriend will change her mind about you when she sees who you really are.” You never cared about your opponents' taunts. But when they used Alysa, everything was different. “You know I've always had a thing for weird girls...”

You didn't even wait for the girl to finish, your hands pushed her chest hard, making her stagger before being caught by one of her teammates. Blinded by rage, you threw your helmet away, grabbed the girl by the collar of her shirt, oblivious to the gasps of surprise and indignation coming from the audience.

“Say that again!” Your hands tightened their grip on the fabric. “GO AHEAD, SAY THAT AGAIN! I DARE YOU!” The smile on the girl's face made your anger rise, and for a moment, you thought a bloody nose would be just the thing to wipe that smirk off her face.

Fortunately, the team arrived in time. You didn't even see it, but your teammates grabbed you and used all their strength to keep you from breaking free and killing the girl right there. The screams from the audience didn't reach your ears, nor did the shouts from your coach or the pleas for calm from your teammates.

You don't even remember getting to the locker room, you don't remember picking up the gold medal, you don't remember how you left the arena, you don't even remember if you left that girl scared or not, but you remembered her words.

“Maybe she'll change her mind when she sees who you really are!”

The words echoed in your head and the conversation of your teammates seemed like just background noise. Your hands ran through your wet hair, and your nerves were on edge. You weren't exactly the easiest person in the world, and you knew it. But with Alysa, things were always different.

“Knock knock.” The sound of knocks on the door mingled with the voice you loved so much.

The girl entered silently, hands behind her back, posture slightly relaxed, but still stiff enough for you to know that she wasn't exactly happy with what had happened earlier. The girls—polite as always—greeted her with high fives, pats on the back, and a few congratulations for the gold medal she herself had won.

You were still staring at the floor, too embarrassed to face your girlfriend at that moment. Unfortunately, you knew you wouldn't get away that easily when you saw her approaching. The slightly worn shoes she wore appeared in your field of vision, and you finally stopped staring at the floor as if it were the coolest and most interesting thing in the world.

“So... are you going to tell me what happened or...?” Her voice echoed through the space, all your teammates stopping talking the moment Alysa opened her mouth to address you.

It was as if everyone there was waiting for a big reaction, no one allowed themselves to breathe properly, no one seemed ready for the explosion that was about to come, and you swore you saw someone hide slightly out of the corner of your eye.

“She provoked me.” It was the only thing you dared to say.

“And then you went after her? Wow, how mature!” Alysa's voice was low, controlled. And you knew exactly what that meant.

Your eyebrows furrowed, and someone in the locker room sighed.

“Alysa...” You tried.

“No. You know how I feel about this!” She stood her ground.

You got up from the bench.

“You don't know what she said to me!” Your voice was firm, and you swore you saw half of your teammates flinch slightly.

Now standing, you towered over your girlfriend, your body so large that you could have covered her entirely in an embrace without the slightest effort. Your broad shoulders bumped her nose, your muscles tense and flexed, as you looked down at her like a puppy looks at an ant.

All it took was one look into her eyes.

You faltered without even realizing it. Your eyes averted from hers, you looked at the floor while your teammates stared at each other and wondered why you hadn't yet thrown the bench you were previously sitting on against the wall.

“Sit down.” Your girlfriend's firm voice made you obey her like a trained puppy, and all the girls on the team looked mortified that someone had managed to put you in your place.

“You know I'm right.” She started again. “I don't know what she said, but whatever it was, I'm here for you. You could have put the whole team at risk, you could have put yourself at risk. Did you think about that? Huh?”

You shook your head, staring at the floor as you reflected on what your girlfriend was saying.

“I know, but she was talking about you... I just couldn't let her talk about you like that!” Your voice was calm, gentle in a way your teammates had never heard before.

Alysa's hands lifted your chin, making you look into her eyes. Those same eyes that always made you realize how lucky you were to have a woman like her in your life.

“Thanks for defending me, babe. But next time, I'd rather you didn't fall for the provocations of a girl who's literally furious because she just lost the fucking Olympics.” She laughed, and you laughed with her.

“I'm sorry.” You smiled, and then quickly stopped smiling when you heard a chorus of sighs from the girls watching from the stands as your girlfriend lectured you. “Oh, shut up, you idiots!”

Alysa laughed, and so did they.

“I didn't know you had a soft side, captain!” One of the girls fired back.

You raised your middle finger, taking advantage of the moment and making the gesture to all the other girls who were teasing you.

“Damn, captain, she's got you on a leash.” You sighed.

“Fuck you!” You said with conviction, and then held your breath when your girlfriend moved even closer.

Tucking her hands into your hair and pulling your head to her chest, Alysa smiled and giggled smugly.

“No, they're right. I've got you on a leash.” She smiled again, more strongly.

You rolled your eyes. But you knew it would always be like this. Because you would never, ever dare to contradict the love of your life.

Hey everyone, just a little something for Alysa because I've been kind of amazed by her since the Olympics!

I wrote this during my lunch break, so I'm not sure if it's any good. Anyway, I hope you like it. I know I'm not really active, but life has been crazy, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Stay safe, drink water,

xoxo, Spider.

certifiedliunatic

bitches stay up all night reading alysa liu fanfiction then be surprised they're sleepy all day

urbanmosaic

It’s me, I’m bitches

poetforher

alysa liu and reader childhood friends to lovers..

✶ 𝗪𝗛𝗬 𝗖𝗔𝗡'𝗧 𝗜 𝗟𝗘𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗚𝗢 ? ── alysa liu

𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧 ➤ eighteen plus, minors dni. content warning: wc 2,2k, — x female reader, childhood friends to lovers trope, bit of angst, love confession, fluff, kissing, making out, figure skater! reader, ,

𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 ── WHEW, okay this is not that long (it felt super long while i was writing it) and hopefully i caught the vision hehe. never wrote childhood friends to lovers so i tried to yk focus on some of the most important moments but also mentioning some of the smaller ones that could be interesting... i hope you guys enjoy this chopped try of mine- reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!!! <3

couchdweller

Watermelon

based on a request!!

Alysa Liu x reader

Summary: After using her safeword, Alysa comforts her gf.

warnings: none

————————————————————————The word slips out quietly. “Watermelon.”

Everything stops.

Alysa freezes for half a second before immediately pulling back, like the word itself rewired her instincts. Her head lifts, eyes searching yours, all the intensity from moments before gone—replaced with something soft, something careful.

“Hey… hey,” she murmurs, voice gentler than you’ve ever heard it. “I’ve got you.”

Her hand moves to your cheek without hesitation, thumb brushing lightly across your skin like she’s grounding both of you at once.

“I’m sorry,” you say quickly, the words tumbling out before you can stop them. “I didn’t mean to—I just—I didn’t want to ruin it.”

Her expression shifts instantly, concern taking over.

“Ruin it?” she repeats, almost incredulous. “You didn’t ruin anything.”

She shifts so she’s fully beside you now, not above you, not overwhelming—just there. Equal. Safe.

“Using the safeword isn’t ruining anything,” she says softly. “It’s you trusting me. That’s… that’s the opposite of ruining it.”

You hesitate, eyes dropping. “I just feel bad.”

Alysa gently tilts your chin back up so you have to look at her.

“Don’t,” she says, firm but still warm.

She exhales, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

“I’m really sorry if I got too rough. That wasn’t my intention.”

The sincerity in her voice settles something in your chest.

“It’s okay,” you whisper.

She studies you for a second longer, like she’s making sure you actually mean it, then leans in just enough for her forehead to rest against yours.

“You matter more than anything,” she says quietly. “Nothing—nothing—is more important than you feeling safe with me. Not anything.”

Her hand finds yours, fingers lacing together, grounding and steady.

You squeeze back.

The silence that follows isn’t awkward. It’s calm.

She presses a soft kiss to your temple—light, careful, like she’s asking permission even now.

She shifts just enough to pull the blanket up around you both, tucking it gently over your shoulder like she’s done it a hundred times before. Every movement is slower now, deliberate—like she’s thinking about you in every small decision.

Her arm wraps around your waist, not tight, just there—steady and grounding. Her other hand finds yours again, fingers slipping between yours like it’s instinct.

“You warm enough?” she asks softly.

You nod against her shoulder, but she still rubs her hand up and down your arm anyway, creating a quiet warmth that has nothing to do with the blanket.

For a moment, neither of you says anything.

It’s quiet in that comfortable way, where the silence isn’t empty—it’s full. Full of breath, of presence, of the way her thumb keeps tracing little absent-minded patterns against your skin.

“I really am sorry,” she murmurs after a bit, her voice almost lost in the stillness. “I should’ve checked in sooner.”

You shift slightly so you can look up at her. “You stopped right away.”

“Because you trusted me to,” she says. “That matters.”

Her gaze softens even more, if that’s possible, and she brushes her fingers lightly along your jaw, like she’s memorizing the feeling.

Your hand tightens in hers, and she responds immediately, squeezing back—just enough to say I’m here without words.

After a second, she leans in, pressing a slow, gentle kiss to your forehead. Then another, softer one near your temple. Nothing rushed, nothing overwhelming—just soft, reassuring contact.

“Better?” she asks.

“A lot,” you say.

She smiles at that, a small, relieved curve of her lips, and shifts so you’re tucked more securely against her. One of her legs hooks loosely over yours, anchoring you there without trapping you.

Her hand moves to your hair, fingers threading through it carefully, like she’s double-checking that even this is okay. When you don’t pull away, she keeps going—slow, rhythmic, soothing.

“You can tell me if you want more space,” she murmurs.

“I don’t,” you say quickly, then softer, “I like this.”

“Okay,” she replies, almost like she’s making a note of it, committing it to memory.

Her breathing evens out, and after a minute you realize she’s syncing it with yours—subtly, but intentionally—like she’s trying to help you settle fully.

“You feel okay?” she asks again, quieter now.

You take a second to actually check in with yourself this time. The earlier tension is gone, replaced by warmth and the steady feeling of her beside you.

“Yeah,” you say. “I do.”

“Good.” Her thumb brushes over your knuckles again. “You deserve to.”

Another pause, softer this time.

You tilt your head slightly, pressing a small kiss against her collarbone, and she stills for a second—like she’s surprised—before relaxing into it.

“Hey,” she whispers, a hint of a smile in her voice.

“Hi,” you mumble back.

She laughs quietly under her breath, the sound warm and light, and presses her cheek against the top of your head.

“Next time,” she says gently, “I’ll check in more. And slower, okay?”

“Okay.”

“And you keep telling me what you need.”

“I will.”

“Promise?”

You nod against her. “Promise.”

She presses another soft kiss to your hair, lingering this time.

“Good,” she whispers.

Her hand never stops moving—still tracing slow, comforting patterns along your arm, your back, your hand—like she’s reminding you, over and over again, that she’s here.

That she’s listening.

That you’re safe.

And eventually, without even realizing when it happens, your body relaxes completely into hers—every bit of tension melting away as she holds you just a little closer.

“I love you.”

It’s not dramatic. Not heavy.

Just certain.

You shift just enough to nuzzle closer into her, your answer soft and a little mumbled, but real.

“I love you too.”

Her hold tightens just a fraction—not enough to wake you, just enough to keep you there.

To keep you safe.

Her chin rests lightly against the top of your head as she exhales, slow and content, her body fully relaxed now that yours is too.

couchdweller

Opposites Attract I Guess

Based off a request!!

Summary: Alysa is seen in public with her girly girl girlfriend.

warnings: none

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The first thing people noticed about Alysa Liu was how effortlessly cool she looked.

The second thing they noticed… was you.

Because standing next to her in a frilly pastel skirt, glossy lip balm, and a tote bag covered in tiny bows and charms—you looked like you’d stepped out of a completely different universe.

And somehow, it worked.

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“Wait—stand right there,” you said, grabbing Alysa’s sleeve as she tried to keep walking down the street.

She raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because the lighting is cute and you look… like, extra cool right now.”

“I always look cool,” she shot back, but she still stopped.

You grinned, already pulling out your phone. “Yeah, yeah, ego queen. Just lean a little—no, not like that, you look like you’re about to fight someone.”

“I am always ready to fight someone.”

You giggled. “That’s the problem!”

She tried not to smile, but failed. You snapped the photo right as her lips twitched.

“Got it,” you said proudly.

Alysa leaned over your shoulder. “Let me see.”

You turned the screen toward her—and yeah, it was kind of perfect. She was all dark hoodie, messy hair, hands shoved in pockets… and next to her you were basically sunshine in human form.

“Wow,” she said. “We look like a ‘before and after’ of the same person.”

“Rude,” you gasped. “I’m clearly the after.”

She laughed—actually laughed—and nudged your shoulder.

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Across the street, someone else had noticed too.

A quiet click of a camera.

A quick post.

“so apparently Alysa Liu has a girlfriend?? 😭gf(?) and they’re literally the definition of opposites 😭 one looks like she listens to indie rock and the other looks like she owns 500 lip glosses… they’re so cute tho???”

user1: THIS IS SO CUTE WHAT 😭 user2: awwweee so sweet, i’m unwell user3: “coffee + strawberry milk” IM CRYING user4: she def lets her pick out her outfits sometimes idc user5: yeah she’s in LOVE user6: i need what they have immediately user7: 🎀 girl won fr

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You didn’t see the post yet.

You were too busy trying to convince Alysa to go into a tiny boutique filled with pink everything.

“I’m not going in there,” she said immediately.

“You literally owe me.”

“For what?”

“For… emotional support. And also I bought you coffee.”

“That was five hours ago.”

“Debt doesn’t expire.”

She sighed dramatically. “This is blackmail.”

“It’s love.”

She stared at you for a second… then shook her head, smiling.

“Fine. But if I come out covered in glitter, I’m blaming you.”

“You’ll look cute.”

“I already look cute.”

“Okay yeah, that’s true,” you admitted.

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Inside the store, Alysa stuck out like a shadow in a glitter storm.

She followed you around, hands in her pockets, watching as you got excited over literally everything.

“Look at this!” you said, holding up a tiny bow hair clip.

“No.”

“What about this one?”

“No.”

“This one?”

“…maybe.”

You gasped. “Progress!”

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At checkout, you turned to her with a soft smile. “You didn’t have to come in, you know.”

“I know.”

“Then why did you?”

She shrugged, like it was obvious. “You wanted me there.”

That simple.

Your heart did that thing again.

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Outside, you reached for her hand without thinking.

She didn’t hesitate—just laced her fingers with yours like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Hey,” you said softly.

“Yeah?”

You leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek.

She froze for half a second—then huffed, pretending to be annoyed.

“You’re so extra.”

“And you love it.”

“…yeah,” she admitted.

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Later that night, while doomscrolling on the couch together, you finally saw the post and read some of the comments.

You showed her, grinning. “Look—we’re famous.”

Alysa read it, then rolled her eyes. “Indie rock? I don’t even—”

“You totally give that vibe.”

“And you definitely own 500 lip glosses.”

“Okay, that part is accurate.”

You both laughed.

Then she pulled you a little closer, resting her head lightly against yours.

“Opposites, huh?”

You smiled. “Yeah.”

She squeezed your hand.

“Good thing it works.”

rightwheresheleftmee

TEARS || oneshot

(tutor!alysa liu x student!athlete!reader oneshot)

ask: would you be down to do a smutshot of alysa as student athlete reader’s tutor because reader starts to fall behind, putting their athletics on the line until they fix their grades. Alysa ends up having the hots for her because she isn’t like every other cocky and disrespectful athlete that essentially just used her lessons to get their coaches off their ass but actually respected her and also turned out to have all these little nerdy interests (that she could maybe find out about when she goes over to reader’s house for their first session). So everytime alysa goes to their house for a session, she shamelessly flirts with them (they’re completely oblivious at first) until alysa is fed up and just tells her straight up what she wants then reader obviously gives in! sorry for that long ass description, I damn near wrote the whole oneshot myself 💔 but yea it’s essentially just tears by sabrina! thank you sm😽

author's note: hiiii! genuinely love how much detail you put into this, anon, thank you!!! here you go and i hope you like ittttt! reqs are open!

masterlist || wattpad || tiktok

june-k

more than a medal

pairing: alysa liu x fem! figure skater! reader summary: you both at the olympics and you have crush on alysa (secretly) warnings: fluff | friends to lovers | slow burn (kind of) | jealousy | english not my native language, possibly spelling mistakes gif not mine | pics not mine a/n: happy national women’s day ladies!! library

tomorrowneverc4me

⛸️ “Why Is She Only Mean To You?” — Alysa Liu x Model Reader

Sunshine model gf who's only mean to her poor olympian (as if she skates😭🙏)

The practice rink is loud. Blades carving ice, coaches yelling, teammates laughing.

And standing near the boards in a sleek coat, sunglasses pushed up on her head?

You.

Smiling.

Always smiling.

Alysa’s teammates have decided three things:

1. You are unfairly attractive.

2. You look like you belong on a runway, not a freezing rink.

3. You are terrifyingly sweet.

You greet everyone politely.

“Hi! You skated so well today.”

“Oh my god that jump was crazy.”

“You guys must be exhausted.”

You even clap when someone lands a good combo.

The teammates adore you instantly.

Then Alysa skates over.

Hair messy, Skating over to you. That little smiley piercing catching the rink lights.

You cross your arms.

“You almost fell on the second landing,” you say flatly.

Her teammates freeze.

Alysa blinks. “…Hello to you too?”

One of the girls slowly looks between the two of you.

“You’re smiling,” she says carefully to you.

You beam at her. “Of course!”

Then you look back at Alysa.

“Don’t smile at me like that. Fix your rotation.”

Alysa tries not to grin. “Yes, ma’am.”,

Kissing your cheek before skating away,

Her teammates LOSE IT.

“Why is she only mean to you?!”

“She was literally just complimenting me!”

“Bro she called my program stunning!”

You turn sweet again instantly overhearing the conversation. “It was stunning.”

Then back to Alysa: “Drink water. You look dehydrated.”

“I just skated.”

“And you’re sweaty.”

Her teammates are laugh subtly.

One nudges Alysa. “You bagged a hottie and she bullies you.”

Alysa shrugs like she’s proud. “She’s my biggest hater.”

“I’m your biggest critic,” you correct, adjusting her jacket for her anyway. Your fingers smooth the collar gently, way softer than your tone.

The teammate squints. “You’re smiling while insulting her.”

You blink innocently. “Am I?”

“Yes.”

You look at Alysa again. “…Your lutz is still ugly.”

Later in the locker hallway, two of her teammates corner her.

“She is so hot.”

“And adorable.”

“And polite.”

“And somehow rude only to you.”

Alysa leans against the wall, smug. “That’s how I know she loves me.”

From down the hall, you call out, “I can hear you!”

“You’re obsessed with me!” Alysa yells back.

You appear around the corner.

“I am not.”

Her teammates watch you walk over, still smiling, still glowing, and then—

But then you fix her hair without thinking. Your thumb brushes lightly near her piercing. Your voice drops softer.

“I’m proud of you, you know.”

Only Alysa hears it.

Her grin goes soft.

Her teammates notice the shift immediately.

“Oh my god she has a different voice for you.”

“That was the girlfriend voice.”

You immediately straighten up.

“Don’t get used to it,” you tell Alysa.

She beams. “You love me.”

You roll your eyes.

“Unfortunately.”

The teammates groan.

“She hasn’t stopped smiling all week.”

“You literally watch anime for her."

Your eyes narrow. “We don’t talk about that.”

Alysa smirks. “She loves my taste.”

“I tolerate it.”

Her teammate leans in and whispers loudly, “You’re whipped.”

You snap back instantly, smiling sweetly. “I am not.”

Then you grab Alysa’s hand without even realizing.

Alysa squeezes your fingers, leaning closer just to whisper:

“You’re only mean to me because you’re obsessed.”

You glare up at her.

“…Skate better.”

She laughs again.

And her teammates walk away convinced of one thing:

Alysa Liu won Olympic gold.

But somehow?

She’s even prouder of winning you.

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MY WIFE YALL🙏🙏

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