#luka: WHAT did you do to her?!?

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This makes me crazy

YOU SENTME LUKA ARTT+0!"?!=""?!"??="?!?!=?!!?😭😭😭😭 HAVEYOU LOST YOUR MINDDDDD=??"!?"!=?="!?!?!? OUT OF ALL OF THE CHARACTERS WHO I EXPECTED TO SEE WHN I OPENED THAT LINK I DID NOTEXPECT LUKA BROOOO PLEASE CARE FOR ME A LITTTLEEEE PLEASEEEEEEEEEEFJHEWJHREHGRJHGAF

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its a shame the um. everything. about the piapro superpack overshadowed the demos because they were pretty cute and fun, i really liked rokka sanka specifically - its such a fun cartoon idol franchise-y full cast song and i still get it stuck in my head all the time. kimi no moto eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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got bored the other day and tried porting miss luka into utau

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GIVING THEM A FLOWER CROWN!~ ♪

notes: aha… not my normal content! The alien stage brainrot has gotten to me and there is NOTHING for this fandom 😭

characters: Mizi, Sua, Till, Ivan, Luka, Hyuna

warnings: light curing, cringe but who gaf, not proofread

You carefully weaved the red flower stems together, fingers gently tugging on the petals to perfectly secure the crown. You examined your work, satisfied with the quality of your labor. You got up from the grassy shade you were sitting under and looked around for your s/o, whom you finally found in the cafeteria, sitting alone in a secluded corner munching on something to their liking.

Her eyes immediately brighten when seeing you hehe

She stands up from her spot and slams her hands onto the table

“Y/N! Guess what!! They’re letting me have sweets!! It’s just this once but still! Would you like some?”

To which you happily nod your head, letting her feed you a spoonful of strawberry shortcake.

“Isn’t it good? Ugh it’s amazing!” Mizi sighs happily, licking the frosting of her spoon.

“Everything all good though?” 

You fiddle with the petals behind your back, slightly nervous.

“Well, I have something for you, close your eyes!”

Mizi goes ‘😲’ to ‘😊’

She patiently waits for you give present her with whatever it is

You place the delicate crown onto her awaiting soft hands.

She blinks open her eyes and a bright smile adorns her pretty lips

“I- For me?! Really?! Oh wow!! It’s so pretty!” She gasps excitedly, her index finger hovering over the red petals barely touching the soft skin.

“How did you know these were my favorites?!” Mizi asked eyes wide

“Heh, well you’ve mentioned it to probably anyone who would listen, and they are the only flowers that grow freely in here,” You giggle, which a soft blush coats her cheeks. 

She whispers a soft “oh..!” 😮

You took the crown and place it on top of her pink hair

“So pretty, my princess,” you teased lovingly

She thinks something happened by the way you just speed past everyone straight to her lmao

“..Where you looking for me? Sorry, I should’ve told you where I was headed,” Sua softly said, wiping the corners of her mouth politely.

“Everything alright?”

To which you wave her off, saying simply ‘I just needed to see you,’ which makes her feel all mushy n’ loved ><

“Now! Close your eyes,” you playfully demand, which Sua obeys.

You take her hands and hold them out open for the crown

And then placed your creation in her palms

“Okay- open now!” 

Sua blinks her eyes, surprised at the sudden gift, a soft smile settles on her lips

“It’s so very pretty, y/n, thank you,” Sua beams, placing it upon her head.

“How do I look?” She asks

You look BEAUTIFUL Sua 🥹

You smile back at her, “Stunning as ever! Red is such a pretty color on you Sua.”

She then places a soft kiss on your cheek.

“I’m afraid I don’t have anything else to give you in return, I hope this will suffice for now,” Sua cheekily whispered. 

“Yeah, that took a lot of my time and energy so I’m gonna need a few moreeeee 😏”

Currently gouging little sandwiches down his throat lmao

He was scarfing it down like a starved man probably was ☹️

You’re unsure if he hears you or is simply in sandwich heaven because he isn’t responding to you calling his name ‘Till, Till, Till, TILL?? TILL?!?”

“TILL?” You almost yelled, tapping him

His head frantically shot up and distraughtly began choking and coughing.

Which you’re freaking out bc you though you just killed him somehow

You aggressively pat his back, flower crown long forgot on the floor lmao

His coughing fit calms down, and a tear slips down his red face. 

Just kill him now, he CANNOT look you in the eye after you just witnessed that

“Till?? Are-Are you okay?? Sorry- I didn’t mean to, scare you? Are you okay?” You awkwardly rub his back

“Fine.” He grunts out

He awkwardly clears his throat, fixing his gaze on the floor

“So um, didja uh, need anything..? Or something?”

“Oh yeah! Um, well I have you something, if that’s okay,”

Till blushed at the thought that you cared enough to give a gift to him

“Okay! Close you eyes!” You beamed

you bent down and picked up the crown.

He thought of every possible outcome it could be- his imagination likes the idea that the gift was a kiss >.<

Which has Till beet red, awaiting for a kiss that never came

“Alright- open your eyes!”

He peeled open his eyes, settling them on the flower headpiece you made

He was unsure what you had meant by this

Like?? You want me to wear it?

“What do you think? Hm?” You peered

“Y-you made this for me eh?” He awkwardly asked

You nodded as he took the crown from your hands and gave it a good look

“It’s very, ah, pretty..? Thank you y/n,” he gave a smile to you, putting the crown on the table

You softly frowned. “You’re not going to wear it?”

Oh Till wish he would have just shut his mouth-

“WHAAT? No!! Of course I am?! What the hell are you talking about!?” He scrambled to find something to say to make you happy again

Till aggressively put the crown on top of his head

“S-SEE?!” Till nervously yelled, causing a few heads to turn

You giggled at his reaction, oh he was so cute :3

“I’m glad you like it Till, mwah” you placed a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth

Till rn: 😳😦

Basically he’s broken yk

“Okay- I’m leaving now byeeeee!~” knowing what you just did left him a mess

“Out looking for me so soon?” He teased

“Oh hush would you,” you playfully snapped back, sitting beside him.

Ivan curiously leaned to see what you were hiding behind your back-

Which you leaned back further so he couldn’t heh

“Abababa!- No peeking, you’ll see soon enough,” you grin

Ivan dramatically sighs and sits back, waiting for what you’ll do next

You exhale “Alrighty, close you eyes,” 

Which Ivan did as you told

After a few times of peeking his eye open to annoy you just a bit

You grabbed his hands and opened them flat, and then put down the crown upon them.

Ivan opened his eyes and made a ‘:o’ face

He moved the crown around, looking at all of the intricate braidings you did

“..It’s lovely, thank you y/n,” Ivan grinned

He installed it on top of his head, making sure it’s secure. 

“Now, did you make this all special for me?” He coyly asked, already knowing the damn answer 🙄

You scoffed, you felt your face warming up at his teasing

“You’re so annoying..” 

Ivan rn:  :3

“Yes stupid, I made it just for you, because I love you. Happy with that answer?” You mocked lovingly. 

Ivan was kinda caught off guard at your honest answer tbh

His face was dusted with a glowing crimson, and eyes slightly widened

“Mn, good,” he softly smiled “I love you too,” 

He pressed a soft kiss to your hand and offered to make you a crown in return :)

(Luka + Hyuna’s parts doesn’t take place in Anakt Garden 🗣️)

He was aware of you nervously tip-toeing around him, and he was rather curious to what you’ve been hiding

“So, what is it hm? What is it you don’t you want me to see?”

And you were kinda like ?!

You thought you were being sneaky, huh

“Well ah, I’m not hiding anything-“ “Really?” “Nope,” “Then why are you so nervous, hm?” Luka continued to press

He was soo annoying like this, ugh

You sighed, leaving the room for a moment and returning with something behind your back

Luka’s brows raised expectantly

“I wasn’t sure if you’d like it so ah,” you fiddled with the crown nervously. 

Luka could be very condescending and belittle your feelings, and just be a jerk yk

Which was a totally valid reason to be scared to give him a gift you made!

“It’s silly but um, here, I made this for you,” you said handing him the flower crown

Luka’s expression was unreadable, which kinda stressed you out more

Luka placed the crown on his head, “What do you think, hm?” He asked

“It’s rather suiting for the prince, don’t you think?” He mused, his purple fingers tucking a piece of your hair out of your face.

“My star, don’t be shy to spoil me with gifts, I won’t reject you y’know”

You all felt silly and embarrassed :> heh

“..mm right,”

“When did you even have time to make this?” He asked curiously

“Well, my ‘owner’ is less strict then yours,” you scoffed “I’ve been bringing good money n’ popularity with my photoshoots and other gigs . It apparently values ‘self expression’ , heh, so it let me wander a bit.”

Luka hummed in acknowledgement, continuing to play with you hair

“I’ll get you something pretty next time,”

She was like all stressed out because the gang was supposed to have already left the area and you weren’t anywhere to be seen 

She’s looking around everywhere for you, and Aliens and androids are starting to figure out what was happening- a raid

Right before she’s about to go rouge and take the motorcycle

She sees you running towards her 🙏 Which she lets out the deepest sigh out ever

She takes your hands and drags you into the jeep

Dewey slams the gas and everyone speeds off, luckily without anyone being caught

Nooow… as for what happens when you guys get back at base

She so pissed LMAOO

I mean she has every right to be upset, you done fked up dawg 🧍‍♀️

She scolding you for going off the plan and wandering off- especially during a raid!!

“What the hell were you thinkin’ huh?! What if they caught you? You wanna be forced back into that life?! Hyuna yelled, gripping onto your shoulders

You could only try to defend why you did it, but it would only fall to deaf ears

You knew she was right, and what you did was stupid- but you haven’t seen those kinds of flowers in what seemed like forever!

They were like a strange comfort, an odd memory of ‘home’

You also could see how overwhelmed Hyuna was by everything recently, the main plan was getting ready to be in motion

You thought you could give her the flowers, hopefully brightening her mood somehow.

“I really am sorry Hyuna, I just had to get it!” “Get what? Get what hah?” Hyuna pressed

You sighed and pulled out the squished flower crown from your bag

Hyuna’s eyes slightly widened as she watched you

“I found them, the flowers from the garden,” You paused. “‘Made it for you, Hyuna,”

She paused, slowly taking the crown and touching the petals,

He shook her head softly.

“You’re ridiculous you know that,” she scoffs, her lips curling into a soft grin

“Unbelievable, really, no sane person literally risks their life for flowers, babes,”

You smile “Heh, I don’t think anyone here is sane,”

She leaned forward to place a lingering kiss onto your forehead

“I really am sorry yun’,” You whispered

“It’s done now, please don’t do that again though. I can’t do this without you y/n,” She smiled at you

“I don’t think I’ve seen these since we left? I didn’t even know they grew out here!” Hyuna laughed

erm sorry for the cringe .. 🧍‍♀️ also sorry for the shortness of Mizi’s + Sua’s 😭 I had a brainfart w/ them

Made Nov 6th 2024

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The Odds Are Slim But Never Zero

Dan Heng, Luka, Blade x fem!reader (separate)

Part 2 (Jing Yuan, Sunday, Gallagher), Part 3 (Moze, Phainon, Sampo)

Summary: Someone walks in on you two

Warnings: nsfw (18+), established relationship, penetrative sex (Dan Heng, Blade), fingering (Luka), getting caught

Dan Heng

Dan Heng is usually a soft spoken person, keeping to himself in the Express’ archives. So how come his pace is so relentless that your breath is stolen every time he bottoms out?

Who can blame him though? The walls of your pussy grip him viciously and your legs are wrapped around his waist, only pulling him further in. He’s completely lost in you right now. The only thing that would make this better is getting to see the expression you make once he pushes you over the edge, eyes going slightly hazy and mouth falling open.

And the only thing that could completely ruin this moment is March slamming open the door to the archives. The moment she registers you both naked (and probably the fact Dan Heng is balls deep in you), she closes the door just as fast as she arrived before either of you can think of yelling at her.

Mood shattered, you sit up to come face to face with your now beet red boyfriend. Your hands reach up to hold his face, thumbs running across his flushed cheeks.

"We're locking the door next time," he sighs.

Luka

The minute Luka got out of the ring and into the back room of the fight club, he was on you. It was such an easy match that he had lots of energy left over. Once he saw your pretty face, he knew exactly how to spend it.

With your back pressed against the wall, he's sucking marks into your neck as both hands grope your ass. You can feel him smile whenever a whine of his name leaves your mouth, your fingers threading deeper into his hair.

Through your heated haze, you feel his left hand slip down your pants and past your panties. After rubbing a few circles on your clit that have your legs nearly buckling if it weren’t for his metal arm wrapped around your middle, two fingers push into your pussy.

“Luka-” you brokenly moan as his fingers curl against your walls.

“You doing okay?” His pace slows for a moment when your head falls against his shoulder.

“Mmhmm, keep going please.” Your wish is his command as he adds a third finger to the two pleasuring you. Your brain feels like mush at this point, but it’s abruptly cleared by a loud slam.

“Luka!” Seele barges through the door. It’s clear she was going to say more until she sees Luka hastily remove himself from your pants. A faint red rises to her face before she leaves, grumbling a “never mind” as she quickly closes the door again.

There’s a beat of silence where you’re both still breathing heavily from your previous activity. Despite the awkwardness now hanging in the air, Luka speaks up.

“So, did you want to continue?” He asks, rubbing the back of his neck. A laugh leaves you at his efforts to pick up where you left off. You lean over to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Let’s head back to my place first.”

Blade

You haven’t been able to form a coherent thought for a while. Blade just keeps driving his cock into your pussy, fast and deep. The mara must be acting up today.

Your fingers grip the long strands of his hair as you hear him occasionally grunt into your ear. Few words are spoken between you. It’s one of those times where you just let him use you, find what solace he can in the warmth of your body sucking him in.

“B-Blade, I’m close…” You warn him. The only thing you receive in response is a particularly sharp thrust into your sweet spot.

All of a sudden, the door to Blade’s room opens to reveal Kafka. Her eyes take in Blade absolutely ruining you, but she remains standing in the doorway. An embarrassed flush rises to your cheeks at having Kafka’s gaze on you. It’s only increased by Blade’s audacity to not slow down at all.

“What do you want?” He glances none too happily at Kafka.

“Silver Wolf asked me to go get her some snacks. Do you want anything while I’m out?”

“No.” He turns his attention back to you. You’re biting your lip, believing that any whines you let out would only exponentiate your shame, but you’re fighting a losing battle, especially when Blade reaches down to thumb at your clit. A long moan escapes you once he pushes you over the edge, continuing to fuck you through your high.

“Okay, let me know if you need anything.” You hear Kafka’s voice and the door faintly close before all your senses are consumed by Blade.

You feel his calloused hand holding your waist down as his cock still moves in and out of you. You smell the sweat from both of you as you breathe heavily. His fingers swipe up some of the cum that leaks out of your folds, bringing them up to your mouth for you to eagerly taste. His red eyes are intently trained on you as you swirl your tongue around his fingers. When his voice reaches your ears, a shiver runs down your spine.

“You can give me another one, right?”

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Mizi's narration throughout Karma is so packed, I'd like to focus specifically on the part where Mizi is addressing HyunA and revealing her secret about Sua for a moment...

The part of this sequence that gets to me the most is Sua secretly giving Mizi more of her own lines to sing, it's actually so calculated, I want to throw up. Even though they were aiming to get a tie, this re-establishes that Sua knew for certain that wouldn't happen, didn't tell Mizi a thing about it, and made it so that Mizi would definitely get more points for stage presence rather than Sua. Mizi directly admits that she knew what Sua was up to, that she was essentially orchestrating her own death, yet didn't say anything about it, and continued to act as oblivious as Sua thought she was

Mizi's narration in this section reiterates the facade, her guilt, and her distorted image of herself. In The True Face comic, Mizi's own guilt manifested and admonished her for these very actions, for this very willful ignorance that allowed Sua to write her own doom, Mizi convinced herself that she was a selfish person who led all of her friends to their deaths because she didn't care for them enough, and I think this line of thinking in her monologue reflects that. But once again, even though Mizi didn't act, it's not as if she truly didn't care about Sua enough

It's essential to acknowledge that the nature of every character is different and unique to them. Sua didn't value her own life, to her, Mizi was her world, the only reason she could be happy in this world, and she would do anything to keep that safe haven, Sua was willing to give everything, even her life so that she wouldn't have to suffer without Mizi by her side.

She addresses HyunA in this line- "I know my love was different from yours." It's her comparing HyunA's "selfless", self-sacrificial love to Mizi's own perceived selfishness. HyunA is willing to put her life on the line for Luka. HyunA would even persevere for others, but Mizi couldn't do the same. But that doesn't make her love for Sua insincere, that's for certain. Sometimes human love can't be measured by their actions alone; noble love is often romanticized, but humans will be selfish. Mizi wasn't willing to sabotage Sua's plan to avoid her death because -("If you had seen the look on her face too, you wouldn't be able to judge me either") in that scene where Sua saved Mizi from dying, Mizi could understand that if she sacrificed herself in the future, if she did die in that moment, Sua would be devastated living in grief.

The thing is, Mizi wanted to die. But the moment she saw Sua's face break when she caught her before she could fall, her despair at the prospect that she could've lost Mizi just like that, she knew Sua wouldn't be able to bear it. So Mizi couldn't bring herself to do that to her. That much convinced Mizi to not go through with it. And because of this, she turned a blind eye to what Sua was doing behind her back, even if it meant Sua would die. Mizi being willing to do that doesn't mean she didn't love Sua enough, doesn't mean she didn't care. It's so twisted- I think they cared so much for each other in ways that kept themselves at peace that they were blinded by it, they deceive each other into a false sense of security to keep the other close and safe, not wanting to take the risk of upsetting/changing the other in fear of changing the connection between them and ultimately losing each other-- the only comfort and solace they could cling to in that world. It's akin to a selfish sense of self-preservation and care, for Mizi to keep quiet and follow Sua's lead despite what she knows, and how much she truly worries and wanted to do something, just so that Sua wouldn't have to live that visceral fear, maybe on the off-chance that they could both survive round 1 like they dreamed, they could avoid it. Yet that fear of loneliness and pain they shared, that they were trying to escape from in each other, was given back to Mizi after Sua's death, while doing the very thing she wanted to do to keep Sua from suffering

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FINDING PEACE IN YOU: PART 6

paige x azzi

warning: sexual content

word count: 8.1k

A/N: I did my part in today’s preparation lmao. Y’all had me stressing I’m ngl😭 never locked in like this for a story before lol. Let me know what you tbink!! Happy game day 🤭

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The next morning, the three of them were about to leave Paige’s house to take Lukas to play basketball before Paige’s game later. Paige’s keys jingled as they got ready to leave out the door. As soon as she swung the door open, a figure sitting on the stairs caught them all off guard.

The woman stood abruptly, her gaze snapping toward the three of them, like she wasn’t fully prepared to actually see them. Azzi froze, confused, as the woman’s presence seemed to take up the entire space. Paige’s face, however, was another story—every ounce of color draining from her face in an instant.

Paige’s entire body locked up. Azzi didn’t need to look to know something was wrong—she felt it in the way Paige stopped breathing for a second, how the color drained completely from her face.

Lukas glanced up, tugging at Paige’s sleeve. “Ma?”

Paige’s jaw flexed, her eyes still locked on the woman.

Then slowly, she turned her head to Azzi. “Can you take Lukas upstairs, please baby?”

Azzi didn’t question her in front of the woman. She just reached for Lukas’s hand, her stomach tightening slightly as she stole one last glance at Paige—still frozen, still staring at the stranger like she was looking at a ghost.

As Azzi and Lukas walked away Paige stepped on the porch and shut the front door behind her. She stood in front of the woman she never thought she’d see again—let alone on her doorstep.

Her heart pounded, but her face was unreadable. Cold.

“Paige, I—” the woman started.

“Why the fuck are you here?” Paige cut her off.

Jasmine—her ex—shifted slightly on her feet, clearly trying to stay composed. “We should talk Paige.”

Paige scoffed, her jaw clenching as she looked at her. “There’s really not shit we need to talk about.”

Jasmine hesitated, then tried a different tactic, her voice softening as she motioned towards the house. “He looks exactly like you. Spitting image.”

But that was the wrong thing to say.

“Don’t talk about my son.”

Jasmine’s eyebrows furrowed. “He’s my son too.”

Paige’s nostrils flared at this. “Excuse me?”

“I gave birth to him, Paige.”

Paige let out a dry, bitter laugh, stepping forward just enough for Jasmine to realize how dangerous her words were. “Right—and you left him when he was what? Two months old?” She shook her head, disgust clear in her eyes. “So no he’s not your damn son. So don’t mention him again.”

Jasmine didn’t respond—just stood there, her mouth set in a firm line like she was swallowing whatever weak excuse she was about to offer.

Paige took a breath, squeezing the bridge of her nose. “What do you want?”

Jasmine blinked like she was trying to find the right angle. “I miss you, Paige.”

Paige let out a scoff. “Bullshit. Just tell me what the hell you want so you can get out of my face.”

Jasmine's eyes flicked downward. “Why is it so crazy for me to say I miss you?”

Paige looked at her like she’d completely lost it. “You serious right now?” Her voice rose slightly, her words clipped. “You left because I wanted you to sign a prenup. You stole—what—fifteen thousand dollars worth of shit from me? Not including the seventy-five-thousand-dollar fucking car I had to report stolen.”

Jasmine opened her mouth to respond but Paige’s voice interrupted her, finally able to get out words the two of them never got to exchange. “You miss me? Or you miss the shit that came with being with me?”

Jasmine’s voice was softer this time, but no less persistent. “I miss you Paige. I miss what we had…you know before everything.”

Paige stared at her for a moment, then shook her head, laughing bitterly under her breath. “Well that’s too damn bad Jasmine.”

She turned like she was done—ready to walk back inside—but Jasmine’s next words made her freeze.

“How long are you going to have a stranger helping you raise him?”

Paige snapped her head back toward her. “The fuck did you just say to me?”

“I mean it, Paige,”

“Watch your mouth,” Paige snapped, stepping closer. “Don’t even think about mentioning her. You don’t know shit about her and she knows him better than you ever could.”

“And you think she’s just gonna stay forever?” Jasmine shot back. “That she’s really in it for you and not just—”

“Jesus please stop fucking talking,” Paige cut her off, her voice raised now. “You don’t get to come here and say shit about my life. You walked away.!”

“I didn’t walk away!” Jasmine yelled back. “I just needed space!”

Paige laughed. “Space? You disappeared. For years. You didn’t just leave me, Jasmine—you left a baby. You left somebody you gave birth to. Don’t think it get’s more fucked up than that.”

Jasmine’s mouth opened again, but Paige didn’t give her the chance.

“You abandoned him and signed over your rights” she hissed. “So don’t show up at my door acting like you suddenly give a damn.”

“I'm serious, Paige,” Jasmine pressed, her own voice sharpening. “She’s not his mother. She’s just some girl you’re messing around with.”

Paige genuinely looked perplexed between her anger. “Didn’t I just tell you not to talk about her?”

Jasmine let out a laugh. “Why not? The whole internet’s already talking about her. Your little highlight reel of a life. Showing up to your games, fans obsessed with her, all those little couple edits like she’s perfect.”

Paige froze for a second, then let out a slow breath, like something had finally clicked into place.

“Alright I see,” she said. “So that’s what this is about.”

Jasmine didn’t respond, but the look in her eyes said enough.

“You’re pissed because she’s getting what you always wanted,” Paige said, her voice steady. “The attention. The spotlight. The life you thought came with being next to me.”

Paige let the words hang between them, before she continued. “You didn’t want me Jasmine—you wanted the perks. And now that somebody else got it, suddenly you ‘miss me’ right?”

Jasmine looked away, jaw tight, but Paige didn’t let up.

“She didn’t ask for any of it,” Paige said. “She has her own life, her own career, she just gives a fuck about me. About Lukas. And that’s more than you ever could say. So please”—her words turning final—“just get the hell off my porch.”

Paige turned back, her hand already on the doorknob when Jasmine’s voice rang out again behind her.

“I wanna see him.”

Paige let out a laugh, shaking her head as she opened the door. “It’ll be the coldest day in hell before I let that happen.”

“I’ll take you to court.”

That made Paige pause—but only to laugh a little more. “You know that shit’s not gonna work out. So don’t waste my time with bullshit.”

And with that, she stepped back inside, shutting the door behind her. The click of the lock echoed through the house.

Paige took a deep breath, letting the weight of the moment settle and then slowly dissolve before climbing the stairs. Her footsteps were quiet as she made her way toward Lukas’s room.

When she reached the doorway, the sight that greeted her brought a softness back into her chest. Azzi was sitting cross-legged on the floor, Lukas sitting in her lap, the two of them surrounded by crayons. Azzi was gently guiding his hand, helping him stay within the lines of his coloring book.

Lukas looked up at her, beaming. “Look, Ma! I’m in the lines!”

Paige smiled, her chest loosening. “Yeah, I see. It looks real good kid.”

Azzi glanced up at her, smiling too, but her eyes lingered—reading Paige the way she had learned to. Even in that brief moment, she caught something in Paige’s posture, the faint tightness in her jaw.

Azzi mouthed, You okay?

Paige gave her a small nod, but Azzi wasn’t convinced. She gave her that look—the one that meant talk to me.

Paige met her eyes and mouthed Later

Azzi nodded once, gently rubbing Lukas’s back as she turned her attention back to the coloring book, Lukas content in her lap, completely unaware of everything going on.

Paige let Lukas color for a little longer before glancing at the time on her phone and nudging him to get his attention. “You still tryna go hoop before I gotta get ready for my game?”

Lukas looked up and nodded eagerly, hopping off Azzi’s lap and bolting out of the room. “I’m putting my shoes on!” he called behind him as his footsteps echoed down the stairs.

Paige smiled, reaching for the coloring book to close it as Azzi began gathering the crayons and sliding them back into their box. Once everything was packed, Azzi stood up and walked over, slipping her hand into Paige’s, interlacing their fingers.

“You’re tense,” Azzi whispered, searching her face.

Paige gave a noncommittal “Mmm,” eyes cast a little downward.

Azzi tilted her head, her voice gentle. “That was your ex, right?”

Paige looked up at her. “How’d you know?”

“I heard you yelling,” Azzi said, “I went downstairs to get Lukas some apple juice.”

Paige sighed, running a hand down her face, the tension she’d tried to bury beginning to rise again.

Azzi squeezed her hand. “Are you worried about something?”

Paige shook her head. “No. I just know that’s not the last time I’m gonna see her. She can be a little persistent.”

Azzi didn’t say anything to respond—just watched Paige carefully, her thumb gently brushing over the back of Paige’s hand.

“You seem mad,” she said softly, not accusing—just observing.

“I’m not mad,” Paige replied, her voice quieter than before. “I’m just tired I guess. She showed up outta nowhere like she didn’t leave the way she did.”

Azzi nodded, still listening, letting Paige get it out.

Paige exhaled. “She said she wants to see him. Like she didn’t vanish when he needed her most. I just can’t let her–” Paige trailed off taking a deep breath.

Azzi leaned her forehead against Paige’s. “You don’t have to explain it to me baby, I get it. You raised him alone, you have every right to feel however you need to feel.”

That made Paige pause, her eyes flicking up to meet Azzi’s. “Yeah?” she asked, her voice almost a whisper.

Azzi smiled. “Yeah baby.”

Without another word, Paige leaned in, kissing her. It started soft, but the tension Paige was carrying caused her to deepen it. Azzi responded, matching her urgency for a few moments—but then she pulled back slightly, breath catching.

Paige wasn’t ready to stop. She chased her, capturing her lips again, her hand curling around the back of Azzi’s neck to hold her in place. Azzi let out a soft sound against her mouth before she broke the kiss with a quiet, breathless laugh.

“Okay,” Azzi murmured, her forehead pressed against Paige’s as her smile lingered. “I was gonna say later… but damn.”

Paige grinned, eyes a little dark. “My bad.”

“I didn’t say stop,” Azzi whispered.

Before Paige could close the distance again, the sound of small feet on the stairs made them step apart.

Lukas appeared in the doorway, proudly holding up his basketball shoes. “I’m ready!”

Paige cleared her throat, still fighting a smirk. “Aight, let’s go then.”

Azzi gave Paige a slow once-over as they followed Lukas out, tapping her ass playfully when Paige stepped in front of her.

…

Later that night the arena buzzed with energy, the pre-game music vibrating through the stands as fans filed into their seats. It was a home game, and the crowd had already begun to swell with fans of all ages in Wings jerseys.

Azzi sat comfortably one row behind courtside, Lukas sitting beside her with a foam finger almost bigger than him. Drew sat on the other side of Lukas, mid-story about something wild that happened to him the day before, and Paige’s mom sat beside him, smiling at Lukas every time he looked up at her to proudly repeat something his mom told him.

“She said I’m gonna get better at my shooting if I keep squaring my feet,” Lukas announced, holding up his fingers for emphasis.

“You will,” Azzi said with a laugh, brushing his curls back. “You’re already dangerous from the corner.”

“I told you he was a lefty sniper,” Drew grinned, nudging Paige’s mom, who just chuckled warmly.

They were still mid-conversation when Drew sat up straighter, his voice cutting through the conversation.

“What the fuck—”

“Drew!” Paige’s mom scolded, while Azzi instantly covered Lukas’s ears.

“Sorry, sorry,” he mumbled, lifting a hand—but he was still looking across the court, nodding discreetly. “I mean—look.”

Azzi followed his gaze, her smile fading when she saw what he was looking at.

Just across the court, behind the Wings bench in the third row, Jasmine had taken a seat. She was laughing at something her friend said, looking like she came straight out of a porno with the limited amount of clothes she had.

Azzi’s brows furrowed, jaw tightening as Lukas wiggled out from under the makeshift earmuffs, oblivious to the sudden tension.

Paige’s mom looked stunned, lips pressed into a hard line. Drew just shook his head slowly, disbelief on his face.

As if on cue, Jasmine glanced across the court—and locked eyes with Azzi.

Neither of them looked away for a moment until the weight of a small hand tapping Azzi’s arm pulled her attention downward.

“Azzi,” Lukas said, leaning into her with wide eyes. “Did you see the shoes that girl on the other team was wearing during warmups? They looked like lava!”

Azzi blinked, her features softening as she looked down at him. “Lava, huh?” she smiled, brushing her thumb over his cheek. “We gotta tell your mom about them so you can wear them at practice.”

Lukas nodded, clearly excited about the idea, and started explaining exactly how fast he’d be in “lava shoes.” Azzi listened with all the focus in the world, nodding along, giving little responses that made his eyes light up with each one.

When she glanced back up, Jasmine was still watching from across the court.

Only this time, there was something different in her expression—something almost…sad for a second. But just as quickly as the emotion surfaced, it vanished. As she turned away, laughing at something her friend said as she looked down at her acrylics.

Azzi’s jaw ticked, but she didn’t let it linger. She turned back toward Lukas, fixing his hair as he continued rambling with Drew, the noise of the arena slowly growing as the game drew closer to tip-off.

The crowd roared as the Wings began to file out from the tunnel, sneakers squeaking as players jogged onto the court for warmups. Paige was the last to appear, warmups on as she jogged in slowly, taking in the packed arena.

Lukas was standing on his chair just behind the court-side row, waving both arms like he was trying to flag a plane down. Drew had one hand casually braced in front of him to make sure he didn’t fall, the other busy recording the moment. Beside them, Paige’s mom waved with a wide grin, proud as ever no matter how many games she’d watched.

And Azzi—well she was relaxed but locked in as she met Paige’s eyes.

Paige’s face softened. She gave Lukas a quick wave, then shot Azzi a wink, her grin tugging wider as she turned her attention to warmups, adrenaline already kicking in.

As the refs moved into position and the game prepared to tip off, Azzi leaned forward slightly in her seat, eyes scanning the court. Her gaze flicked instinctively to Paige—just in time to catch the exact moment Paige noticed Jasmine.

There was no dramatic reaction, nothing obvious—Paige was too seasoned, too aware of the cameras. But Azzi caught it anyway: the tight clench of her jaw, the slight shake of her head before she refocused.

The ball tipped and the game began.

For Paide it was like someone had flipped a switch. Azzi didn’t know all the nuances of Paige’s pro career—had only been to a handful of games—but she could tell she was different tonight. There was an edge behind every move.

She scored the Wings’ first thirteen points herself—stepbacks, drives, threes in transition. Every bucket came with a shake of her head, a mutter under her breath about how “they can’t guard me.”

The Mystics couldn’t keep up.

Azzi didn’t realize she was holding her breath until Washington was forced to call a timeout, their coach visibly frustrated as the team huddled.

Paige barely glanced at the bench as she jogged toward the Wings' huddle, jaw still tight, eyes locked in.

The timeout didn’t slow her down. If anything, it only added fuel.

As soon as play resumed, Rickea and Arike started getting in rhythm too, riding the wave Paige had created. But Paige—she was still the engine. Every touch felt electric. She was talking shit the whole time, barking out “And one!” after muscling through contact for a bucket, flexing as she jogged back on defense. When she drilled a deep three in transition, she shook her head like it was too easy, like they should’ve known better.

It wasn’t just on offense either.

Twice she timed layups perfectly to get a hand on the ball, her voice ringing out across the arena with a loud “Get that weak ass shit outta here!” The crowd roared, and Lukas was practically bouncing out of his seat, eyes wide, laughing and cheering, pointing every time Paige made a big play like it was his win too.

Azzi glanced at him with a smile, then back at the court, heart swelling as she watched the woman she would do anything for completely take over the game.

By the time halftime rolled around, the scoreboard showed Wings: 52, Mystics: 39.

Paige had 26 and she hadn’t even broken a sweat.

It was more of the same in the third—if not worse for the Mystics. Everyone on the Wings was feeding Paige, clearing out, setting screens, doing whatever they had to do to keep the hot hand going. Paige picked apart the defense like she’d written the scouting report herself, eyes scanning the court, feet light, talking shit the whole time.

After draining a deep three right in front of her family, she turned toward Azzi—three fingers still in the air—and blew her a kiss with a cocky smirk on her face. Azzi just shook her head, biting the inside of her cheek, while Lukas clapped and shouted, “That’s my ma!”

By the time the fourth quarter rolled around, the Wings were up by so much that Paige didn’t even need to touch the court again. She sank into her seat on the bench, towel draped around her neck, legs stretched out in front of her, her chest still rising and falling a little quickly. Sweat clung to her skin, her jersey slightly untucked as she leaned back, watching her teammates close it out.

She was still locked in. Still talking shit from the bench. But finally letting out a smile.

At one point her gaze drifted toward the crowd—and as soon as her eyes found Azzi, everything else faded for a second. A smirk curved Paige’s lips as her eyes shamelessly raked over her, lingering way too long as she traced her way up. Azzi’s body reacted almost immediately—her pulse quickening, warmth creeping up her neck. Paige's stare was heavy, intense, like she was thinking thoughts no one else needed to know.

Azzi raised an eyebrow at her from her seat, trying to keep her cool despite the heat spreading beneath her skin. Paige tilted her head a little, tongue poking at the inside of her cheek as she smirked at Azzi. Before Azzi could stop herself, her lips curved into a smirk of her own, matching Paige’s energy, her eyes locked on the girl who hadn’t stopped showing out all night.

Paige licked her lips before shaking her head and turning her attention back to the game.

…

The final buzzer sounded, the crowd thinning as the Wings closed out the win. Paige was already tugging her jersey loose, her eyes were locked on the section where her people sat.

As she walked over, fans leaned in for high-fives and shouted her name, but her focus didn’t drift to them. She reached the row, dapping Drew up and pulling him into a quick hug.

“Had the whole gym rockin,” he grinned, shaking his head.

“You know I had to,” Paige smirked, before turning and wrapping her arms around her mom, who kissed her cheek and held her tight for a second longer than usual.

“You were on fire out there, baby,” her mom said, pride all over her face.

Paige smiled, murmuring a soft “Thanks, Ma,” before her gaze drifted over to Azzi, standing just a few feet away with that familiar smile tugging at her lips. Paige stepped in, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into a quick hug before giving her a soft kiss—brief but charged. The kind of kiss that said I saw you the whole time.

Azzi smiled against her lips, whispering, “Show-off.”

Before Paige could answer, tiny arms wrapped around her waist, and she looked down to see Lukas staring up at her with wide, excited eyes.

“Ma! You were dunking on everybody!” he yelled, bouncing with excitement.

Paige laughed, crouching down to his level and scooping him into a hug. “I wasn’t dunking, bud, but I was killing 'em, huh?”

Lukas nodded quickly, launching into a play-by-play of all his favorite moments, as Paige listened with her full attention, eyes soft, the intensity of the game replaced by something completely different. Azzi watched the two of them, with the biggest grin on her face, her hand brushing lightly against Paige’s back.

Lukas was still recounting every bucket like it was the game-winner when Drew leaned in, tapping Paige’s arm twice. She turned slightly, following his nod toward the court.

Jasmine was making her way down the sideline, weaving through lingering fans, eyes locked on them.

Paige’s jaw ticked, her posture stiffening for a half-second before she exhaled through her nose and shook her head. She scoops Lukas into her arms, his small arms wrapping easily around her neck.

Paige adjusted Lukas on her hip, then stepped toward Azzi, slipping her arm around her shoulders. “C’mon lemme get the keys for you,” she said, tugging her in with a little grin.

Azzi leaned into it, looping her own arm around Paige’s waist—and with Lukas perched on Paige’s other side the sudden shift in balance made all three of them stumble a little. Paige let out a laugh, steadying them while Azzi laughed into her shoulder.

Lukas laughed the loudest, his head thrown back as he shouted, “Ma, you almost dropped me!”

Paige grinned, leaning over to kiss the side of his head. “You’re good. I got you.”

They kept walking, bumping into each other on purpose now as they disappeared down the tunnel—laughing like they hadn’t just left a ghost standing in the past behind them.

Jasmine stopped in her tracks, her jaw tight as she watched a camera following them and a few people snapping pictures of the moment.

…

Later that night, the house had settled into a soft quiet. Paige was in Lukas’s room, the glow of his nightlight casting warm shadows across the walls as she helped him tuck his favorite stuffed dinosaur under the covers beside him.

He wiggled around to get comfortable, his eyes fluttering a little as he settled in. Paige sat on the floor beside his bed, the book already open in her lap when his voice came out small and a little hopeful.

“Ma… can Azzi read my story tonight?”

Paige glanced up at him, smiling as she gently closed the book. “You can go ask her.”

Lukas’s eyes lit up like it was Christmas morning. He tossed the covers back and scrambled out of bed with a gasp, sprinting toward the door in his pajama set.

“Make sure you ask nicely!” Paige called after him, grinning as she heard his eager feet slap down the hallway.

Lukas slowed just before he reached Paige’s room, taking a deep death. The door was slightly open, and inside, Azzi sat comfortably on Paige’s bed, her laptop open in front of her, glasses perched on her nose.

He knocked gently on the doorframe. “’Scuse me,” he said.

Azzi looked up, sliding her glasses off as a warm smile spread across her face. “Hey. You okay?”

He nodded, shifting his weight and scratching the back of his head like he was trying to work up the courage. “Was wondering if you could read my bedtime story, please?”

Azzi’s expression softened even more as she closed her laptop and set it aside. “Of course I can,” she said, already getting up.

Lukas beamed, then surprised her by reaching up and slipping his small hand into hers. Azzi blinked for a second, touched by the simple gesture, before gently curling her fingers around his.

“Let’s go,” he said cheerfully, leading her out of the room like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Azzi followed with a smile, her heart steady, completely at ease.

When Azzi and Lukas walked back into the room, Paige’s eyes instinctively drifted down to where their hands joined a soft smile forming.

Lukas climbed back into bed, tugging the covers up to his chin as he got settled. Azzi gave Paige a little smile as she lowered herself to the floor beside the bed. Paige returned it, her eyes lingering as she handed Azzi the book Lukas had picked out earlier.

Azzi took it, adjusting her legs underneath her as she glanced at the title. She let out a quiet chuckle. “Classic,” she murmured with amusement before flipping it open.

Lukas tucked himself in tighter, already grinning. Paige slides back against the wall, arms loosely resting on her knees as she watches them—Azzi’s soft voice filling the room, Lukas hanging on to every word, occasionally giggling or pointing to the illustrations.

Paige just sat there, quietly taking it all in. Randomly at that moment, it hit her—she was watching two of her favorite people in the world. The way Azzi read with gentle inflection, how Lukas leaned toward her like he’d known her forever… it wasn’t just sweet. It felt like home.

Paige realized she loved her.

Not in the abstract, not in the distant-future kind of way where she could see them being more. Not in the selfish way. Right here, right now. She loved Azzi Fudd in the way she’d unselfishly give her whatever she asked.

And when her mind flicked back to the coffee shop—the smirk she wore, the one track mind she had when Azzi walked up to her that day—Paige couldn’t help but chuckle to herself.

The sound pulled Azzi’s eyes up from the book, her brows lifting a little in a silent question.

Paige shook her head, and smiled. “Nothing.”

Azzi gave her a look saying she didn’t believe her, but she let it go, her eyes lingering on Paige for a second longer before turning back to the book to finish reading.

Paige stayed there, still smiling as she thought about all the little moments that made her fall for Azzi. It was never just one thing—it was the way Azzi calmly talked to her when she was spiraling, the way she always showed up without needing to be asked, the way Lukas trusted her so easily, like his heart knew from the jump what Paige’s would come to know.

She was so lost in her thoughts she didn’t even notice when Azzi stopped reading. Didn’t notice that Azzi had closed the book, turned her full attention to her, and had just been watching her—soft-eyed and quiet—for the last few minutes.

Until something small hit her—one of Lukas’s little plush toys bouncing off her shoulder.

Paige blinked, head looking up. “What the—?”

Azzi grinned. “You back with us now?”

Paige looked at her, a smile slowly tugging at the corners of her mouth again. “Wassup?”

Azzi crossed her arms, leaning a little to the side as she teased Paige, “What you been thinking about over there?”

Paige tilted her head, her voice unfiltered as she said, “You.”

Azzi’s stomach flipped, but she didn’t let it show. Instead, she teased Paige saying, “I’ve been done reading for like five minutes.”

“Ohh, so you were just being a weirdo, staring at me for five minutes?” Paige asked.

“Says the one who was staring into space thinking about me for who knows how long,” Azzi shot back, lips twitching.

Paige let out a laugh. “Fair.”

She glanced over at Lukas, now completely knocked out—his chest rising and falling in the soft rhythm of sleep.

Azzi stood up first, brushing off her hands before reaching out a hand for Paige. Paige took it, groaning a little as she stood up, her body still sore from the game.

“Oof,” she muttered. “I’m too young to be feelin’ this old.”

“That’s what happens when you play like a maniac for three quarters.”

“You liked it though,” Paige said with a chuckle as they quietly stepped out of Lukas’s room slowly closing the door behind them.

Once they were back in Paige’s room, she closed the door like usual, but paused when she saw Azzi walking straight into the bathroom.

“What you doing? Though we was finna cuddle” Paige asked, following her into the bathroom.

“You need to take a bath,” Azzi said simply, opening the cabinet and pulling out the jar of Epsom salt she’d put in there when Paige’s season started.

Paige laughed, leaning against the doorframe. “Why?”

Azzi didn’t even look back as she twisted the cap open. “You fell earlier.”

“That’s it?” Paige asked, raising an eyebrow.

Azzi just put some of the salt into the hot water, still not looking at her. “That’s enough. You’ve been grimacing since it happened.”

Paige grinned, already knowing better than to argue when Azzi got like this. She stepped further in the bathroom and leaned over the large tub, eyeing the water. “Fine. But you’re getting in with me.”

Azzi glanced at her from the corner of her eye. “No I’m not.”

Paige gave her a dramatic pout, her lips pushing out just enough and her eyes softening into their most sad shade of blue she could muster. She blinked a few times, staring up at Azzi through her long eyelashes.

Azzi narrowed her eyes, trying to fight the way her mouth twitched.

“Don’t do that,” she said flatly.

“Do what baby?”

Azzi huffed, rolling her eyes and muttering under her breath, “Fine whatever.”

Paige’s grin only grew. “Works every time.”

Paige peeled off her pajamas, tossing them into the hamper before stepping into the large bath, sighing as the hot water immediately soothed her aching muscles. She sank down slowly, leaning against the back of the tub, then looked up at Azzi expectantly.

Azzi rolled her eyes, but it held no real weight. Her lips were already curving, her dimple giving her away as she muttered under her breath, “You’re so spoiled.”

Paige just grinned wider. “Only with you.”

Azzi shook her head but reached for the hem of her shirt anyway, tugging it off, followed by the rest of her clothes. Paige didn’t even try to be subtle about the way her eyes followed her movements, admiration written all over her face.

Azzi stepped into the bath carefully, the water rippling as she lowered herself down between Paige’s legs, her back settling against Paige’s chest. Paige let out a soft hum, arms immediately wrapping around her waist and pulling her in until there was no space left between them.

Azzi relaxed into it, head falling back slightly against Paige’s shoulder. Paige tilted her face down to nuzzle against her cheek, her voice barely above a whisper. “Definitely think this is my favorite way to recover.”

Azzi laughed. “You mean with me doing all the work.”

Paige chuckled. “Nah, just existing with you like this. Feels like everything stops. Real peaceful.”

Azzi didn’t say anything at first, just let the silence stretch for a second before reaching for Paige’s hand under the water and intertwining their fingers. “I like stopping time with you,” she said softly.

Paige just smiled and kissed her temple resting her head on Azzi.

They stayed like that for a while, the water around them warm and still, the only sounds being their soft breathing and the occasional shift of water as one of them adjusted slightly. Paige's arms remained wrapped around Azzi’s waist, her chin resting lightly on Azzi’s shoulder. Both of their eyes were closed, not asleep, just existing in a kind of peace they rarely got.

Eventually, Paige’s lips brushed against the shell of Azzi’s ear as she whispered, “What you thinking about?”

Azzi didn’t answer right away. When she finally did, her voice was quiet, but direct. “Truthfully?”

Paige hums and Azzi says, “Is your ex gonna be a problem?”

Paige sighed gently, her eyes still closed as she pressed a soft kiss to Azzi’s shoulder. “No.”

Azzi turned her head just slightly toward her. “She showed up at your front door today. And at your game like it was nothing.”

“I know,” Paige said, her voice lower now. There was a pause, long enough that Azzi could tell that Paige was gathering her thoughts.

“She’s not interested in me. Not for real. If that’s what you’re wondering.”

Azzi laughed a little. “It kinda seemed like she was tonight. Didn’t take her eyes off of you one.”

Paige shifted behind her, wrapping her arms tighter around Azzi’s waist. “She wants attention. She let it slip this morning…She’s around again ‘cause she sees the attention you’re getting. Not ‘cause she wants me.”

Azzi let that sit for a second, her thumb gently tracing over Paige’s forearm, the warmth of their bodies easing some of the tension she didn’t realize she was holding.

Eventually, she spoke, her voice softer now, almost a little hesitant. “So you’re telling me I don’t have anything to worry about?”

Paige lips brushing along the curve of her neck, pressing a few slow, reassuring kisses there. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you, beautiful.”

Azzi exhaled, her heart doing that fluttering thing she could never quite control around Paige. “I’m serious P. I’m not going to—”

Paige interrupted her gently, “Hey… I got you. I promise. Stop worrying.”

Azzi let out a quiet breath, her thumb now resting still against Paige’s arm. “I’m trusting you.”

Paige smiled against her skin, pressing one more kiss to Azzi’s shoulder before whispering, “I know, baby.”

They settled into another peaceful silence after that.

Then Paige leaned forward, brushing her lips along Azzi’s neck again, this time with a little more intent. The kisses were open-mouthed and slow, dragging heat across Azzi’s skin from her neck to her shoulder.

Azzi sighed, eyes fluttering shut, as she tilted her head to the side, giving Paige more room. “Paige…” she warned, though her voice lacked any real protest, her actions saying something completely different.

Paige hummed against her neck, still kissing her. “Hm?”

“You’re supposed to be relaxing.”

Paige smiled as she nipped gently at Azzi’s skin. “This is me relaxing.”

Azzi let out a soft breath, trying to keep her composure. “How is this relaxing?”

Paige grinned against her skin, clearly not fazed. “It’s muscle recovery,” she said matter-of-factly. “Like… targeted therapy.”

Azzi laughed under her breath. “That doesn’t even make sense baby.”

“Does to me,” Paige murmured, just before pressing a warm, gentle suck to the base of Azzi’s neck.

Azzi’s breath hitched, a soft hum escaping her lips as her head tipped back against Paige’s shoulder. “I don’t have concealer, baby. Be careful,” she whispered.

“I got you some,” Paige said.

Azzi huffed out a quiet laugh. “Of course you did.”

Without thinking, Azzi reached behind her, threading her wet fingers into Paige’s hair and gently pulling her head closer, her body pushing further into Paige’s embrace. Paige didn’t need any more encouragement, her lips moving back to Azzi’s neck, slower this time.

The warm water curled around them only added to the heat that was growing, as Paige’s lips ghosted down Azzi’s neck. Her arms stayed wrapped around Azzi, palms pressed against her chest, holding her like she never wanted to let go.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Paige whispered against Azzi’s skin. She kissed just below her ear. “You’re perfect, baby.”

Azzi’s breath caught, her back arching slightly as Paige’s fingers toyed with her nipple.

“I mean it,” Paige said, mouth brushing over the curve of Azzi’s shoulder now. “You ask me for anything, and it’s yours. Anything, I swear I’ll give it to you.”

Azzi sighed her name, soft and shaky as she curled her hands a little tighter in Paige’s hair.

Paige’s lips didn’t stop. She kissed along every inch of Azzi she could reach, slowly, worshipfully, her voice still low in her ear. “You don’t even know what you do to me. Don’t know how much I want you all the time.”

Azzi’s breathing shifted, just slightly uneven now, her head tipping back, giving Paige more space, more access. Her hand tightened around Paige’s arm.

Paige nipped at Azzi’s earlobe, biting it gently as she whispered, “I got you. Always.”

Azzi turned her face slightly, her cheek brushing Paige’s. “You mean that baby?”

“I never meant anything more.”

Azzi was quiet for a moment, her fingers gently stroking along Paige’s entire arm, like she needed to feel her in more than one place. Then slowly, she tilted her head, turning just enough to catch Paige’s mouth with her own. Azzi's hand reached back to cup Paige’s jaw, pulling her in, trying to feel every word Paige had said through the kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, their lips still brushing, Azzi whispered breathlessly, “You can’t talk to me like that right now.”

Paige smiled against her mouth. “Mmm, why not?” she said, teasingly dragging the tip of her nose along Azzi’s cheek.

“Because apparently I’m easy now.”

That made Paige grinned smugly, the kind of grin Azzi normally rolled her eyes at. But this time, she barely had the strength to say no to anything Paige asked for. Paige hummed as her hand slid back up, palming and massaging Azzi’s breast with just enough pressure to make her breath catch. “Not easy,” Paige whispered, nipping at Azzi’s bottom lip before kissing her again. “Just mine.”

Azzi didn’t have time to respond—not when Paige’s mouth was already on hers again, this time deeper, messier. Their tongues met messily like neither of them wanted to come up for air. Paige’s hands roamed deliberately, dragging wet patterns across Azzi’s chest, taking her time giving each one attention.

Azzi moaned softly against her mouth, her hand sliding up to cradle the back of Paige’s neck again as she kissed her back harder, letting herself get lost in the feeling of her mouth—because God, Paige knew exactly what she was doing.

Paige’s hands continued to move deliberately across Azzi’s chest, her body, fingers spreading warmth with every pass. Their kisses turned more frantic, messy, lips parting and reconnecting as their tongues moved in perfect rhythm.

Azzi bit down on Paige’s bottom lip, just hard enough to make her groan. The sound vibrated from Paige’s chest as she palmed Azzi’s chest firmer, squeezing her like she couldn’t get her close enough. That only made Azzi bolder.

She pulled back slightly, their lips parting with a soft wet sound, a thin string of spit still connecting them. Her eyes were heavy, her voice wrecked when she whispered, “I want you so bad.”

Paige’s gaze darkened immediately, as she smiled at Azzi, “I know, baby.”

Paige moved her hand lower between Azzi’s legs, her fingers beginning to trace slow circles over her clit—barely there but warm. Azzi let her weight sink fully back into Paige’s chest, her head nuzzling into the curve of Paige’s neck. Her breath caught slightly as Paige’s touch dragged across the sensitive spot, her voice barely a whisper as she exhaled, “Mm…”

Paige smiled. “Mmm, what was that, baby?”

Azzi’s lashes fluttered closed, the sensation grounding her and building her up at the same time. “Feels good,” she whispered a little breathily.

Paige hummed, continuing her gentle movements. “I make you feel good every time.”

Azzi hummed in agreement, her lips brushing against the side of Paige’s neck now, trailing light, open-mouthed kisses as she sighed between kisses, “I’m gonna miss you when you leave for your road games.”

Paige pulled her closer, her lips against Azzi’s ear. “Don’t worry about that. I’m right here now, mama.”

Azzi whimpered into Paige’s neck, her breaths hitching each time Paige’s fingertips circled over her bud. The circles were still gentle—but they’d become more intentional, almost hypnotic.

“You wanna stay in here?” Paige asked.

Azzi nodded quickly, unable to fathom stopping what she feels right now. “Yes, baby.”

Paige tilted her head, brushing her lips over Azzi’s temple before connecting with her mouth again as she slid two fingers into her causing Azzi to moan into the kiss. When she pulled back, she didn’t go far—just enough to make Azzi open her eyes and meet her gaze.

Azzi blinked up at her, her lashes low, lips parted slightly as she bit down on her bottom lip, trying to keep herself quiet.

Paige exhaled, shaking her head slowly like she couldn’t believe what she was looking at. “You’re so damn perfect,” she praised.

Azzi’s only response was a soft sigh when Paige curled her fingers perfectly, her body melting into Paige’s orbit, eyes still locked on her like she didn’t want to look anywhere else.

The two of them stayed like that, in the warm water and the dim glow of the bathroom light. The only sounds were the gentle lapping of the water as Paige moved in and out of Azzi and the soft, breathy whimpers Azzi couldn’t hold back—the kind that made Paige ache with how beautiful she sounded.

Paige stayed wrapped around her, lips brushing along her shoulder, her temple, her neck, never in a rush, just present.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby…” she whispered, pressing a kiss just below Azzi’s ear. “I got you. Just relax for me.”

Azzi moaned a little loudly in response, her back arching as her hands clung to Paige’s arms, her breathing unsteady as she started to push herself into Paige’s fingers. Paige only held her tighter, keeping her chest flush against Azzi’s back as she held her still.

“You don’t gotta do all that mama,” Paige whispered, as she added another finger into Azzi. Pulling all three of them out each time before pushing them back in slowly as she curled them. “Stop thinking…just breathe.”

Azzi let out another quiet moan, her lips parting as she tilted her head, offering more of her neck—her silent way of saying please. Paige licked and sucked at the space she gave her, again and again.

“Keep breathing for me, gorgeous,” Paige whispered. “That’s all you gotta do right now.”

Another shaky exhale from Azzi. Another quiet sound that let Paige know she was starting to unravel in her arms.

“I got you,” Paige said again, firmer this time, her voice like a promise. “You hear me, baby? You’re mine now I swear I got you.”

Azzi nodded, her voice nearly lost beneath her moans as she whispered, “Paige…”

“I know, baby,” Paige said softly, her lips brushing along Azzi’s jaw. “I know.”

Azzi’s hands moved to grip Paige’s wrists, pushing her in deeper. Her breathing grew louder, faster, like she couldn’t keep up with the pace her body wanted to set.

“You’re so beautiful, Azzi,” Paige whispered, her words flowing off of her tongue easily, wrapping around Azzi. “Everything about you…I can’t get enough of you.”

Heat pooled in Azzi’s stomach, her whole body humming with need. She lifted her gaze, meeting Paige’s blue eyes. The look Azzi gave Paige only spurred her on, a smirk growing on her lips as she quickend her pace. Azzi moved forward, crashing her lips into Paige’s in a desperate kiss, Paige swallowing every sound Azzi let out as soon as their lips met, the kiss matching Paige’s movements.

When they pulled apart to catch their breaths, their chests were heaving, eyes locking again. Paige’s breath caught in her throat at the sight of Azzi—completely exposed for her. Her hair was damp, strands sticking to her flushed skin, and her eyes were blown wide, hazy with desire.

Paige’s voice was barely above a whisper, but the weight of it hung in the air. “Fuck I love you, Azzi.”

Azzi tightened around Paige’s fingers at the words, her eyes fluttering shut at the impact, and her legs began to tremble. Her chest constricted as the weight of those three words settled.

“Fuck, say it again, baby,” Azzi begged, her voice shaky, needy.

Paige’s heart thudded in her chest. She tightened her grip on Azzi, pushing deeper into her—lips brushing against Azzi’s ear as she whispered, “I’m in love with you Azzi.”

Those words seemed to send Azzi over the edge, her hands grasping at Paige as she let out a slew of whimpers and moans unraveling completely as Paige helped her ride out the sensation. Eventually Azzi’s body went slack in Paige’s arms as she fought to catch her breath.

Azzi’s eyes opened again, this time a little wider, filled with emotion as she locked eyes with Paige. In that moment, Paige felt like she could see everything — every piece of Azzi, every piece of her heart.

Paige swallowed, thickly her own body trembling as she looked at Azzi. Before kissing her gently for a few moments as Azzi caught her breath.

Once Azzi’s body relaxes against Paige’s, her breath finally even, she mumbles, “I’m so fucking easy.”

Paige chuckles softly, her lips brushing against Azzi’s ear. “It’s okay, baby. I tend to have that effect.”

Azzi narrows her eyes before she pinches Paige’s side, making Paige yell in pain.

“Ow! What the hell?!” Paige cries, rubbing the spot with an exaggerated pout.

Azzi laughs, shaking her head at Paige’s reaction as she steps out of the bath.

Paige continues to pout, still rubbing the sore spot on her side. “You’re so mean,” she whines dramatically.

Azzi rolls her eyes and leans back over the tub, her lips pressing against Paige’s gently. “Better?” she asks.

Paige hums in response, a smile forming on her face as she nods. “Yeah, much better,” she says with a satisfied sigh. Paige climbs out of the bath, wrapping a towel around herself, letting the fabric settle over her body as she turns to look at Azzi.

Paige catches Azzi already looking and raises an eyebrow. “What?” she asks, amusement in her voice as she raises an eyebrow.

Azzi smiles softly, her voice playful but sincere as she steps closer. “You love me?”

Paige laughs quietly. “I do.”

Azzi’s heart skips a beat and she steps into Paige’s space, wrapping her arms around Paige’s neck. She looks into Paige’s eyes, a faint blush creeping over her cheeks. “I love you,” Azzi whispers.

Paige tilts her head slightly, her eyes searching Azzi’s face. “Yeah?”

Azzi nods, her hands slipping into Paige’s hair to pull her a little closer. “I was waiting for you to say it first,” she admits, a grin tugging at her lips.

Paige laughs, shaking her head. “Of course you were,” she mumbles under her breath, amused by Azzi’s unspoken expectations.

Azzi begins walking backwards towards Paige’s bed, gently pulling Paige with her. Her voice is lower now. “I want you to show me how much you love me, P.”

Paige grins, licking her lips as her eyes slowly roam over Azzi’s bare frame. “Yeah?”

Azzi bites her lip, stopping at the edge of the bed. “Mhmm,” she hums. She sinks back onto the mattress, propping herself up on her elbows for a moment, just long enough to watch the way Paige’s eyes follow her. Then she lays all the way down, exposing herself completely as she spreads her legs looking up at Paige with the kind of anticipation that blows Paige’s mind.

Paige just stares for a second before she mutters under her breath, “Thank you, God.”

Then she’s dropping her towel and climbing onto the bed, eyes never leaving Azzi as she moves between her legs, hands already reaching for her like she’s something sacred.

[httpsleclerc]

the second date

pairings: Charles Leclerc x Single!Mom!Verstappen!Reader, Charles Leclerc x Romy Verstappen (BABY!OC)

summary: A peak into yours and Romy's second meeting with Charles

warnings: none for this part!

word count: 1.7k

a/n: I really love this little part I think its so cute! Let me know what you think by leaving a comment here or in my inbox!

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The sun beamed down on Monte Carlo, an accurate symbol of how you had been feeling in the days since your first meeting with Charles. Talking to and with him, you felt like you could almost forget everything that had happened with Lukas - Almost. You were well aware that you would always have constant reminder of your ex, but that was in no way Romy's fault, you had spoken to Max and Kelly, proposing the idea to them that until or if she asked, you wouldn't tell your daughter about her father, and even then, depending on her age, you would only tell her the appropriate parts - That at some point he had been a good man, and that there came a point where you did what was best for her.

Max had laughed, saying that you were being too polite by calling Lukas a good man - Claiming that that would have been like calling Jos father of the year. Kelly had elbowed him after that, telling you that that sounded like a good plan.

You looked down, smiling at Romy as she curiously eyed all of the trees and greenery above her, giving you a gummy smile as she saw your face in her vision. You adjusted the umbrella to cover her face, protecting her sensitive skin from the harsh rays of the sun - You and Kelly had laughed as you asked Max if he could help you try and apply a layer of sunscreen onto Romy, which you two had known would be no easy feat. However, your older brother, seemingly the baby soother, had managed to apply not one, but two layers of heavy duty sunscreen onto your daughter.

"I see you, Romy," You spoke to her, fondly smiling as she babbled back to you. "Oh you're very talkative, I think you know who we're going to see." You said, scanning for the brunette Monegasque, waving over to him as you saw him sitting on a bench.

It had been Charles' idea to meet you in Romy in a more secluded park in a beautiful area of Monte Carlo, Max had told him that you would most likely need worked up to going to busier areas, especially with Romy. You had always been anxious, your older brother knew that better than anyone did, but he couldn't imagine how you would be feeling having been isolated for so long and going back into such busy environments, never mind adding the single most precious thing in your life into the mix. So, Charles had thought of the small, yet beautiful park that his parents had brought himself and his brothers to as children.

He was trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach he got when he saw you make your way over to him, smiling as he heard Romy babbling from within her stroller. He knew that it would be wrong to propose a relationship to you right now, considering the relationship you had just come out of - He understood if you just wanted to be friends for a bit, he loved both you and Romy too much to miss out on anything.

"Hello you two," He greeted you, a charming smile on his face. You had to admit, Charles was incredibly handsome, but you had always known him to be.

"Hi Charles, nice to see you again," You said cheerily, putting the brake on Romy's stroller so you could lift her out and on to your lap, settling down on the bench beside Charles. "You picked a beautiful day." You told him, smiling as you placed your daughter on your lap, letting her play with the rings on your fingers. 

"I know, you know my parents used to bring me and my brothers here? I thought that maybe it could be something we could do with Romy," He said, only to stumble over his words as you looked at him, your eyebrows furrowed. "Nono, I-I didn't mean like a date or anything like that...not that I don't want something like that with you! I think you're really pretty and Romy is the most perfect little girl and-...I am making a fool of myself, aren't I?" He held his head in hands, his cheeks heating up as he realised how much he had been rambling.

You giggled, placing your free hand on Charles' back as a means to try and comfort him. He looked up at you, a blush creeping over his cheeks as he made eye contact with you.

"I'd love to do this with you as a tradition, Charles, I um...I just don't think that I'm quite ready for anything more than friends right now," You told him - Charles was at least happy that you could be honest with him, instead of dating him out of pity for his inability to shut up. "I really like being friends with you, Cha, Romy loves you too. You really make me feel listened to, in a way that Max and Kelly don't really get - they look after Romy and I but you..you're different, but in a good way." You assured him, smiling as you ran your hand up and down his back.

As if sensing his sadness, Romy started wriggling in your arms, babbling as she reached for Charles, who immediately perked up as the small girl reached out for him.

"Can I?" You nodded, you loved how he asked before taking your daughter out of your arms. You softly smiled, seeing how content both him and your daughter were with each other - You had seen Charles in interviews, talking about he had wanted 3 children, you could see him outnumbered by girls, begging their daddy to do their hair and play princesses and tea parties. It was funny, you had never imagined yourself having kids, especially not one at 22, but now that you had Romy, you couldn't imagine your life without it, it felt like her being here with you, she completed you - She was your baby and you were her mother, nothing could ever, and would ever change that. "She's so cute, and I see that she let you put her socks on her this time." He recounted, making you laugh as you remembered the day that you had first met up with Charles, more specifically you remembered the 15 minute battle you had with Romy about putting her socks on.

"Max actually got her sorted for today, you would be surprised at how good he is with babies," Charles nodded - He, more than anyone, was probably most familiar with how you and Max were raised, so hearing you talk about how great that your older brother was with your daughter, was almost a shock; Two people who he had expected to want nothing to do with children, had become in closest contact with them, with you being a mother and Max having such a close bond with Penelope. "I'm going to go get something to drink, do you want anything?" You offered him with a smile, watching as Romy, who normally screamed and cried any time you left her, remained perfectly happy in Charles' arms.

"Just a water please, cherie," He responded, gently bouncing Romy on his knee as he watched you nod and walk away, over to the small concessions stand. "Such a pretty girl, aren't you Romy? Just like your mama." Charles spoke to the baby girl on his lap, grinning as she giggled and clapped her small hands together, babbling to him. He sighed as he sat back against the bench, Romy resting against him as she settled down - Charles was thankful he hadn't made a complete fool of himself, although disappointment did weigh on the fact that you weren't looking for a relationship at the moment; However, he understood, and would continue with your friendship.

You made your way back over to the bench where Charles and your daughter sat, Romy having settled against him, almost asleep on his chest. 

"Oh, she um...I think she's asleep, Charles," You said quietly, placing a hand on your daughter's small back. He looked down, noticing that Romy, had in fact, fallen asleep on him. He looked up at you, clearly never having had a baby fall asleep, judging by the almost bewildered look in his eyes. "It's okay, just relax, I'll put her in the stroller so she can sleep with the sun umbrella covering her." You told him, lifting your sleeping daughter off of his chest so he could move without fear of waking her. Making sure that she was in securely, you sat back down, handing Charles the water you had bought him.

"She's so calm, I don't think I've seen a baby sleep so much or fuss so little," You chuckled at Charles' thoughts on your daughter. "Uh oh, that tells me otherwise." He grinned, prompting you to tell him more.

"She's cute, but she uses it to her advantage. She's got her uncle Max wrapped around her little finger already, Kelly and I told him off the other day because she was being fussy because Max had a stroopwafell and she wanted some," You told him, smiling as you remembered the look on your brothers face as Kelly told him off, while you attempted to take the sweet treat out of your daughter's tight grasp. "Getting her onto solids has also been a nightmare, she's a fussy little monster sometimes."

"I bet you wouldn't change her for the world," Charles smiled fondly at you, watching as you studied your sleeping baby carefully. You shook your head, turning to look at the Monegasque once more.

"Absolutely not, I wish I could change her father, but the only plus from him was that he gave me her...my baby girl," You smiled widely, your heart beaming with nothing but adoration for the life that you created. He also smiled, watching you with the same adoration, even if you didn't share the sentiment right now, Charles was almost certain you shared the same feelings, and he would wait until you were ready.

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hello hello!! congrats on 3k. i love your work so much so you deserve it!! ^_^

if it’s okay could i request luka from alien stage with miscommunication & high school au? ( ´ ▽ ` ) and if it’s okay could the reader be amab? thank you!!

congrats again!!ヽ(；▽；)ノ✨✨💖💖

“but we can’t take back all the words that we said!”

show: alien stage

character: luka

summary: you overhear luka tell his friends that he missed being in ‘the single league’.

warnings: g/n! reader, no pronouns used (i didn’t end up put any gender indications at all, i hope that’s okay!!), miscommunication, high school! au, hurt/comfort, angst/comfort, reader is very self-conscious, established relationship, popstar! luka, he’s nicer in this au LMAO

"are you kidding me?" luka laughs out from inside the classroom.

you recognised that sound from anywhere. it was lunch time and you had told your boyfriend that, as class president, you had to prepare some things for the upcoming school festival during lunch, so you wouldn't be able to eat with him. he was a bit whiney and teasing, but soon let you go. you thought he'd be with some of his friends from his choir class, but no; he was in the classroom with a few of his peers.

you stop before you enter to talk to him for a bit. you were wondering what he was doing here.

"i mean, it's a bit hard, isn't it?" someone says.

"i wouldn't say it's hard," luka sighs out, "it's just a bit of a hassle trying to work around other people."

you're even more curious now. you hold your clipboard to your chest and wait to hear more.

"do you ever miss it? being on your own?" another person asks.

you stop, even halting your breathing in case he would stop talking because you were there.

dating someone as popular as luka was hard, but it was worth it. he was such a handsome guy and had an even sweeter voice. it was hard not to fall for him. you felt lucky enough that he loved you too. he was always on tv or always in the studio, and he brought you along too. you wondered the same thing sometimes; did he miss not being in a relationship?

you weren't a jealous person, but you didn't enjoy luka having a partner in music videos or anything. you had told him such, and he told you that he could fix that. maybe he didn't like the hassle.

"oh, of course," he replies far more quicker than you'd like, "i'd much rather be a single idol. i could do whatever i want, but now… i always gotta’ think of others. such a pain…"

the others around him begin to ask questions about why, but you only stand still. hearing it for yourself only confirms it; luka didn't really want to be with you. it only made his life harder. you somehow always knew that.

he probably didn't want to be rude in fear that you might spread something around to everyone that he was a bad boyfriend and ruin his reputation. or maybe he was just bored.

after all, you weren’t a popstar like him. you were just another student.

“y/n, hey,” mizi and sua turn the corner to see you. the pink-haired girl holds out a pamphlet to you with a smile. “here, this is what we came up with for the concert. is it okay?”

you take it from her and try to ignore the tears threatening to spill. you don't care to stay and listen to more. instead, you turn around and walk away with the girls at your side. you couldn't let him know that you knew, not until you were ready.

after school, luka is waiting at your locker. he is leaning against the wall and scrolling on his phone with his bag on his shoulder. once you're close enough, he tucks his phone away and smiles.

"hey, pretty thing," he greets you as you put your books away, "how was your little presidential duty?"

"it was fine," you retort shortly as you pack up your things, "don't you have a recording today?"

"oh, uh, yeah," he says as he watches your face, "it's later though, i can walk you home."

"it's okay, luka, i need to do some things before i go home anyway," you state as you shut your locker. you look back to him and his pretty face that tilts at you. it takes everything in you to not show that you’re upset. “i’ll see you on monday.”

“hey, wait,” he grasps your wrist as you try to walk passed him. he’s a music sensation, he knows when people are upset and when people are angry with him. you have both of those looks on you. “what about…?”

you two are supposed to go out together on sunday. you had organised something this time — a nice picnic by the lake. the both of you were so excited for it. until now, that is.

“oh, right,” you sigh out. he freezes as you lean closer to him and press a kiss to his cheek. “have fun.”

with that, you slip out of his grasp and leave. luka doesn’t call out. maybe you were just not in the mood, or it slipped your mind and you would come to your senses later.

he texts you when he gets home, when he leaves two hours later for his recording session, and when he gets home. he even sends you photos of his dinner with him and his new band. you only heart the photo and reply dryly. you’ve never acted like this.

you just want to make it easier for him to break up with you. maybe if he realised how little you added to his amazing life then he’d finally agree to let you go.

saturday comes and goes, and finally sunday does too.

sweetheart

sorry, can’t come today, i have some things to organise before the school fest next week

luka stares down at the text with his other hand holding the picnic blanket. he stands outside his door in dismay. at this point, he’s had enough.

love

seriously? whatever.

there, you think, he’s finally done with you.

he's gotten annoyed with this change of pace. you weren't acting like yourself, and he hasn't had any good time to ask you about it properly. you just shrug it off and then leave.

he tries to think about what he did, if he did anything, and nothing comes to mind. maybe he forgot to pick something up for you? or maybe he made you miss an important meeting? he couldn't think of anything.

monday comes around and you’ve prepared yourself. you two haven’t spoken since sunday morning and you’ve found it a bit hard to do so.

luka is upset with you, and you feel unable to be enough for him. so you put your things away, attend homeroom and explain the plans for the festival that runs from wednesday to friday, and head off to help your peers.

“y/n,” a voice calls from the doorway. you glance up from painting something. luka stands there with crossed arms. “can i talk to you for a sec?”

you stand up and and follow him out to the school yard. everyone else is planning their things for the festival, so nobody would be out yet.

“okay, out with it,” he grumbles with furrowed brows, “what’s going on with us? you’ve been totally gone and i have no idea why. did something happen?”

you don’t say anything, despite what you want to say. and that makes luka a bit more upset.

“y/n, seriously. can you just talk to me? i really wanted to see you yesterday and…” he holds his breath as you continue to stare at the floor, “why are you being so distant? you act like you want nothing to do with me! and instead of talking to me, you just—”

“you’re the one who wants nothing to do with me,” you grumble out with a hot face. luka stops. “you and… you just want to be by yourself, you don’t want to be with me anymore, luka.”

“what are you talking about?” he questions, now even more confused.

“i heard you!” you say as you jab a finger into his chest, “you told your friends that you missed being single and—and you didn’t like having me around. so i… i just thought that if i stopped being around you so much, that you would break up with me. at least then it would make sense.”

you have tears pricking your eyes. luka is almost the same, simply by looking at you. he knows what you’re talking about.

“i know it’s impossible, but i sometimes wish you and i were the same,” you mumble out, “it’s hard for the both of us, i guess. i’m sorry.”

he lets out a small sigh to himself before a smile dawns on his lips. he pushes his hair back and tugs you closer, gently.

“c’mere,” he mutters out. you’re reluctant, but seeing him with a sorry smile makes you step forward and wrap your arms around his waist. he holds you around your shoulders and presses a kiss to the side of your head. “oh, you poor thing. that must’ve been holding you down all weekend.”

“luka…” you say against his shoulder as tears stain his blazer.

“i know, baby, i’m sorry,” he shushes you, “i didn’t know you were nearby when i said that, i confused you. i wasn’t talking about you, sweetheart. i was talking about how much i missed being a solo idol.”

you blink and slowly lift your head from him. with slightly puffy eyes and an embarrassed look on your face, you stare at him.

“solo idol?” you repeat.

he chuckles and reaches a hand up to brush away the tears from your cheek.

“yes, i was talking about music,” he states, “not you, my love. i’m sorry that i said it that way, i didn’t intend on making you feel that way. i would’ve never said something like that if i knew it would make you feel like this.”

you can’t even look at him anymore. you cover your face with your hands.

“ah, i’m so sorry, luka,” you mumble into your hands, “i made a big deal out of nothing.”

“it’s okay, i understand, sweet thing,” he replies to you, “you can make it up to me with that picnic date if you feel so inclined.”

you nod your head at him before luka begins pressing chaste kisses to your tear-stained cheeks.

“aw, look at you, my poor baby,” he says to you, “don’t ever think i’d say such a thing. you’re my favourite person in the world, okay? don’t want you thinking otherwise.”

you wipe away your tears and nod your head again with a smile. luka grins as well at your return of personality. he leans forward and finally presses a sweet kiss to your lips.

“now c’mon,” he says after he pulls away from you, “let’s skip the planning stuff and go get something to eat.”

“no, luka," you chuckle out as he tries to drag you away. he forgets that you take your job as class president seriously. "i need to talk to class c's representative about their event."

"ivan's such a bore," he groans, "hang out with me instead."

you have to pull him by his blazer back to his classroom as he sulks behind you. you were glad that things were back to normal, at least.

[reomikagekin]

Maybe alnst characters w/ a reader who self harms (IF THIS ISNT SOMETHING YOUD DO IM REALLY SORRY AND YOU CAN JUST IGNORE IT!!)

Ofc i can do one hehe! You didn't specify which characters so I just did all of them if you wanna ask for specific characters js my check my pinned post😌 and keep the requests coming hehe

Some tw?: self harm mention

Starlight in the Dark

You thought you were good at hiding it.

The long sleeves, the careful positioning of your wrists, the smiles you forced when the cameras were on. In a competition where every move was scrutinized, you had mastered the art of deflection. But some people are too perceptive for their own good.

Ivan

He notices first. Not because you told him—he just pays too much attention. At first, it’s subtle: he watches you a little too closely, lingers when you adjust your sleeves. Then, one night, he corners you backstage, his usual smile in place but his eyes unreadable.

"Why do you do it?" His voice is unsettlingly soft. You freeze. "It’s not fair," he murmurs, brushing his fingers over your wrist, "if you want attention, you should just ask for mine."

Ivan isn’t gentle in his approach. His obsession with you makes his concern overwhelming, suffocating. He offers solutions in the way he knows best—giving you all of him, demanding all of you in return. If he can be the reason you stop, he’ll take it.

Till

Till is different. He’s the one who doesn’t force you to talk, doesn’t pressure you to explain. When he notices the fading scars, the too-tight grip on your sleeve, his response is quiet.

"It must hurt a lot," he says one evening, hesitant but genuine.

You expect pity, but there’s none. Just understanding. He won’t pry, won’t push, but he stays. His presence alone is comforting—like a steady heartbeat in the chaos of the competition.

Mizi

Mizi cries when she finds out. Not in front of you, but later, when she thinks you’re not looking. She’s too honest, too open to hide the way it breaks her heart.

"Why didn’t you tell me?" Her voice wavers, and her hands tremble when she takes yours.

She doesn’t know what to say. She doesn’t know how to fix this. But she wants to, more than anything. From then on, she holds your hand tighter, smiles brighter, as if sheer willpower alone can replace the pain you carry.

Sua

Sua doesn’t say anything when she sees the scars. No gasps, no lectures, no pity-filled glances.

Instead, she sits beside you and starts talking about nothing—the competition, the lights, the way the audience stares at her when she’s on stage.

"It’s funny," she says idly, "how people never really see what’s right in front of them."

There’s an unspoken understanding. She won’t force you to stop, won’t tell you what you should do. But she’ll be here. Always.

Hyuna

Hyuna is heartbroken. She’s affectionate by nature, but now? Now she refuses to leave your side.

"You’re not going anywhere alone anymore, got it?" she declares, pouting.

She clings to you—grabbing your wrist (gently, always gently), throwing an arm around your shoulder, demanding your attention in the most Hyuna way possible.

"You’re my favorite person," she says with all the sincerity in the world. "And I don’t like seeing my favorite person sad."

Luka

Luka is the one who doesn’t bring it up directly.

Instead, he subtly alters his performances, choosing songs that speak to pain, to survival, to resilience. It’s deliberate, just like everything he does.

"You’re stronger than you think," he murmurs after one such performance.

His words aren’t meant to soothe—they’re a challenge. A dare. And somehow, that helps.

Dewey & Isaac

They’re softer with you after they find out. Dewey still teases, still grins, but it’s less sharp, more careful.

"You know," he says casually, tossing a snack at you, "if you need a distraction, we could always cause some chaos."

Isaac, meanwhile, doesn’t joke about it. He just stays close—offering an easy presence, a quiet sort of support that doesn’t need words.

Hyunwoo

Hyunwoo is the one who outright tells you that you deserve better.

"You don’t have to do this alone," he says, voice steady, gaze warm.

He doesn’t try to stop you—he just makes sure you know that he’s there. That he’ll always be there.

They all react differently.

Some with softness, some with intensity, some with quiet understanding. But one thing is clear:

You are not alone. And maybe, just maybe, that’s enough to keep going.

Hehe credits for the divider: @vastpostin

If you're currently struggling with self harm, you are not alone!! You're so strong and I believe in you. Get some help from other people so you don't feel alone.

[valeriele3]

𝒮𝑒𝓁𝒻-𝒜𝓌𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝐻𝑜𝓃𝓀𝒶𝒾 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇 𝑅𝒶𝒾𝓁

✎ Sorry for the somewhat rushed ending! ^^;

Messages.

Idle chats.

You were answering them like normal. Sometimes even giggling on the messages

✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲

You log in, check your messages, answer them if there's one, do daily tasks, and maybe farm, then log out. That was your daily routine in HSR.

However, you begin to notice how much more frequent the chats are. After assigning an assignment, you get a new message. 'Oh well. Free jades," you thought.

Every time you beat an enemy, boss, or do anything in the game, you will notice a new message.

'Maybe it was an update? Or a bug?' You brushed it all off and thought nothing of it.

You would answer all of them wholeheartedly; after all, you also noticed that if the character liked what you said, you'd receive more Stellar Jades.

You'd talk about it with your friends, but they'd respond with "I wish", "Oh shut up~ Don't make me hope", and "Hm? Is your game bugged?? Or is mine bugged? I don't get any of those benefits..So unfair."

You try to check the dev logs to see if there was an update regarding the messaging feature, but whenever you try to look at them, your computer freezes.

'No matter, I can just check using my phone.' No luck; it also freezes.

'Maybe my tablet?' Still the same.

Frustrated, you ask one of your friends to look into it. "There's no update or any fixes on it, Y/N. Maybe you should report it; your game might really be bugged."

✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲

Deciding to report it, you open up Bug Report, but then your screen freezes again.

It then opens up the messages, and you read the following words:

| Hey

| Please don't do it.

| It took such a long time to break the code, you know.

| Hey

| Are you still there?

| Oh

| Right

The messaging bubble pops up.

| You can type now.

"W-What.." You stare at your screen dumbfounded.

Reaching out to your keyboard, hoping it won't work and choices will pop up, you press a random key, and it works

Startled, you immediately plugged out the cables on your computer, causing it to shut down.

You grab your phone and start messaging one of your friends. Before you could hit send, the screen blackened, and then in the next second, it lit up with a notification.

"Hey, we were in the middle of a conversation."

"Why did you suddenly leave?"

Your hand trembles. 'Shit, how..How did it get to my phone too..'

"I know I like reading self-aware au's but I didn't want it to actually be true!" You scream, throwing your phone across the room.

You can hear it dinging with new message after new message.

You decide to leave your room for a bit to calm down.

✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲

"Ok..Be calm..I'm probably dreaming, right?"

"There's no way this kind of thing will actually happen in real life."

"I need to think about this rationally. I could try to get my phone and computer fixed..Maybe I accidentally got a bug."

"Oh, my tablet too..It probably has the same bug.."

"Then, uhm, should I tell them about this? No, maybe..Agh! This is so frustrating..!"

After going back and forth, you decided to sell your gadgets instead of trying to repair them. Buying new ones is much cheaper than trying to get them fixed.

✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲

The first month was alright. You also stopped playing HSR just in case something of the sort would happen again.

However, everything changed when you awoke to your notifications going off like crazy.

【Luka】

| Hey! Y/N, wanna come watch my tournament this week?

【Qingque】

| Y/N

| This is urgent. Come to Exalting Sanctum

| Watch me go against this pro. I'm sure with your attendance I'll easily win.

【Robin】

| Y/N, would you like to come watch my concert?

| Don't worry! I made sure that you'd get the best seat.

【Sunday】

| Y/N. Do me a favor and attend Robin's concert, will you?

| If you don't..

| Well, it'll certainly make her sad. As for me, it's best you don't know.

【Arlan】

| Hello, Y/N

| Would you like to accompany me with walking Peppy?

【Blade】

| Come.

【Bailu】

| Y/N!

| I have made a huge discovery!

| Meet me at Aurum Alley!

【M̵̛̼̘̭͎͓̘̘̽̎̃̊̄͋̈́̑̇i̵̡̨̡͎̖̮͉̺̣͂ͅs̴̰͂̉́̅͒̆̄́̄̋̚͜͠͠͝ͅȟ̵͉̹̖͍͎̱̭̳̰̘̀a̵̧̨͔̣̘̮̻̐̆̌̀͑̊̄̄͌͗̓̌͘̕̚】

| C̷̛͇̬̥̼̲̙̠͓̭̺̱̻̟͖̜̾͑͋͊́̀̕͝ä̷̡̨̨̨̡̤̫͔̼̗̫̪̟̰́̏́̾̄͘͝ͅn̸̪̱̻̜͊̍͒̂͗̀̍͐̔͆̆̎̚̕̕��̡̺ ̷̛̻̟̀̇͐͋̋̌̂͒́͑̏͝y̴̮͆͒̈͒͑͋͆̒̂̓̕͘̚͝͝o̸̩̫̰̤͌̈͝ͅu̷̻̗͉̥̺͕͉͔̠̯͇̭̖̐͜ ̵͖̲̼̥͑͝ḣ̵̟͓̆͌̄̑̂̈́̓̚͘̕͝͝e̷͖̥̜̅͛̂̒͒̕͜a̶̧̫̹͉͆͑̊͊̊̐̐̂̈̉̾͜͝r̶͎̫͛̑͊͌͐̎ ̴̢̢̛͓͉̮͇̞̬̪͔͓̦̾̓̈́̀͐̀̂̀͒͝ͅm̴̤̙͎̽͋̽̇͛́͑͌̃͑̊e̷̦͚̔́̔̀̒͊͂̔̕̚͝.̵͎͓̪̥͍̍̓͂̾̌̂̌̚̚ͅ.̵̨̟͉͕͈̜͎̻̗͓̯̜̜̩̓̈́̓͊̆̓̑͐̈̐̄̀̕?̵̙̠͚̆͊͊̇͌

【Aventurine】

| Why're you ignoring my calls and texts?

| Is the money not enough for you?

【Pela】

| The Tale of the Winterlands original artbook sold out in 1 second again

| But

| I was fast enough to get you a copy too

| Don't worry. I'm messaging the right person this time

【Natasha】

| Y/N, did your cold get better?

✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲

You stare at your phone, frozen. Even as you were sitting there staring at it, the messages continued to flood nonstop.

It

Was

Nonstop

Even if it's on silent mode and DND, you can still hear it dinging.

At one point, the messages started appearing in all the social apps that you use.

Hell, it even started appearing in your smart fridge

You deleted and deactivated everything. Throwing away any and all sorts of electronics that could potentially be used for apps.

But you could still hear it.

Even the sound of the doorbell ringing, the kettle whistling, or your telephone ringing makes you panic. 'What if that's them?' You always think

Every creak, every shuffle, and every little sound makes you paranoid.

What if they cross over to Earth? What will you do? You can't run from them. Even if you do, they'll be able to find you easily.

[nxi-mon]

Karma, Hearts, and Mizi's warped belief in humanity.

Hello, this is my second time making this post so please forgive me if it is not as nuanced this time around. I am mourning the fact that I accidentally deleted my first post. ANYWAY! Watching Karma, I came out of it thinking real hard about something as I started reading everyone's interpretations of what went down: you have to accept the fact that there will be multiple interpretations of everything and no one interpretation is the whole truth. That being said, below is mine on the heart scenes and how I think it all comes back to relate to Mizi.

What is the belief that humans are inherently evil or sinful creatures? In Christianity, this belief stems from the "doctrine of original sin." The belief that humans are so corrupted by sin from Adam's first sin that we have an inborn tendency to commit sin. Famous philosopher Thomas Hobbes is often quoted for this belief as well, calling humans selfish and seeking endless success in satisfying our desires. That this what we all want. So what does this have to do with Alien Stage and Karma? We know Mizi holds these beliefs. In Karma we see her say, "... humans are the root of all this pain. We're creatures who can't seem to love without exploiting."

The heart scenes prove this. The hearts represent the innocence, purity, and love that everyone holds but the blood represents the core of that love and innocence - pain, selfishness, cruelty, and evil.

Ivan tearfully and violently forces his heart onto Till's mouth. Pushing it inside, and it shatters. The evil exploding into their mouths. Notably, Till's heart (and I did not catch this until I saw someone point it out) remains intact but hidden. It is in Ivan's collar.

Luka holds the remnants of Hyuna's and HyunWoo's hearts, evil spilled onto his hands. Notably, Luka's heart is intact but not untainted while Hyuna's is completely eviscerated - all Luka holds truly is the remaining evil.

Even Mizi and Sua who hold the gentlest scene here, softly connecting two halves, are not spared. Even their love overflows with this evil.

I think these scenes show what Mizi believed what everyone's love was. What she came to learn what human desire and innocence truly is. Love is exploitive, violent, and in the end no matter how gentle it is everyone suffers because they are all selfish creatures. So, of course, when she knew the rebellion was going to save humanity and give them a fighting chance to return to True Earth and live life as they should - Mizi, pushed to her mental limits, freaked out. No, she thought, the only reason we suffered is because we caused this suffering. Even if humans got to True Earth and granted freedom, we would still suffer the poison of desire and chasing pleasure - whatever that may be for a person. So, she blew up the rocket and in her eyes did the best thing for humanity: stopped them from ever having to go through what she did. Chasing freedom, love, and happiness. Mizi chased that since childhood, its all she ever knew. Of course she did, as humans we are hard wired to chase connection and love.

But my heart bleeds for Mizi because there is an unreliable narrative here and something crucial she could never understand. Her evil, everyone's "corruption," and selfish actions in Alien Stage were not an inborn evil like she believed. It was a result of their environment. It was a result of being in such unimaginable conditions, forced to survive in any way possible, and their loves being shaped by the hands of their oppressors. I think, when Mizi is faced with her choice (the rocket), she realizes this. She does not look up in satisfaction or pride over what she's done. She looks up in horror, and we see this belief start to be overruled.

Hyuna and HyunWoo fall together, happily clinging to one another in love and happiness. All they needed was the chance to be there for each other.

Till and Ivan fall together. Ivan looks down, tentative, and Till sees Ivan. Till reaches for Ivan first, grasps his hand, and pulls him closer to him with shining eyes and a grin. Ivan sees Till, accepts his pull, and lights up. All they needed was the time and place to see each other.

Mizi and Sua grasp each other, always seeing and loving each other. They light each other up and pull each other in, so gentle. They kiss and kiss and just love. This time, there is no suffering, no pain. Just smiles and the knowing: I love you. All they needed was each other in a place where they could simply be.

What is important in this scene is that it is their environment that is falling apart. Their environment is set ablaze and suffering. It is the oppressors that look at this in horror and scream while the humans are overcome in joy. It is the world that tries to tear into their love and call it cruelty. I genuinely believe Mizi fully understands this now, that it was not fair to pass judgement on a whole people based on the cruel circumstances they faced as victims. But she stands there knowing she can not take this back, eyes unblinking and devoid. She then clings to Till, the ghost of Sua hugging them both. I think she also represents this realization, and as she leans down, it solidifies into forgiveness. Who could truly place all blame on Mizi after all she has gone through and all the things we still do not know? She was a victim of emotion, of love being shaped by survival, and suffocating in a land humans were never supposed to be in. Everyone in the cast was.

It is important to note that in all the AUs we have seen where they are free of Anakt, Alien Stage - the cast is happy. Our universe, Alien Stage, is the only one (that I have seen) where they are suffering. Where an oppressive environment drove these people into doing desperate things they never would do otherwise. It is karma. Karma is the cause and effect of someone's actions - what goes around comes around. It is not punishment or reward, it is not good nor bad, simply a result of what has happened and what will be.

In the end, Mizi atones by saving Till, humanity's last hope, and the only person in the cast who would've suffered a death not on his own terms or come as a result of karma. We see this solidified, again, by Sua when Mizi runs back into the room where we previously turned away [from looking at Sua practice her death], and hug Sua, who embraces her back.

Issac at the end spells all of this out for viewers: innocence was never a luxury any of the cast could afford in this universe. That does NOT mean that they weren't innocent. They were all victims and you must see this before judging their actions, which were born out of desperation and survival. In his words, "can we really blame her for that [Mizi's desperate last act of love]?" We can hate, scream, and put these characters on trial for their sins - but we will never get a clear answer for it when their actions were never truly their own. We as a fandom must give them grace for we know not how we act when pushed to our limits. Until it is far too late.

In other timelines, given the absence of oppression, they thrive. They love with innocence. Their nature isn’t evil. Their context was. Actions devoid of innocence are violence. But when that action was full of love and the innocence of it simply torn apart by an outer force, I hesitate to call that solely violence. But they will never know that the cruelty they inflicted wasn't a result of themselves, but rather a result of the oppression around them. Unfortunately, there is no clean slate and no tidy justice here. Everyone is both a victim and vector. Everyone is breeding actions and consequences no one can fully control. That is Karma. No one is redeemed, but we can take a chance to understand them better as characters. Put these souls somewhere safe, and they'll choose love, not violence. That is the point.

May those who died rest in peace, dreaming in the next universe and Till? Go get em, kid.

[mrgiggler]

ive been kinda hyunabrained lately

[renasomewhere]

My karma analysis and by analysis I mean saying what I see with pictures to help (and some theories.)

Here mizi says

"stop pretending to be righteous. Neither you nor I deserve to be saved" Mizi probably see's this as her survivor guilt and blaming luka for hyuna's death

Then there is a scene of the arguement seen in the teaser, I am not going to add a picture for this as I believe that not much is needed to say (unless somebody says otherwise lmao) One interesting thing though is sua stops mizi from kissing her.

Mizi takes the laptop from issac which has the missile launch controls on here, she clicks execute. Now I believe that it was supposed to be timed and mizi took the timer off to kill not only the segyien but herself and the rebellion. she holds the laptop close and they run to get it off of her as mizi just sits holding. Ready to die.

It then cuts to this which my first thought when watching it for the first time, and now for that matter is its relation to the true face comic, More specifically this "page"

"A bunch of idiots circling you at all times"

Everybody wants to see mizi happy, which is why the people in karma Immediately go up to her. They want her happy and that is it.

The episode then cuts to IvanTill HyunaLuka with hyunwoo and Mizisua but those are quite big so I probably will make analysis' for each of those!

"Hyuna I have something to confess. She was secretly rehearsing her death every night and I knew but pretended not to. Maybe I just wasn't as desperate for her. I know my love was different from yours. But it was love, too."

She thinks because she didn't step in and instead chose to pretend that her love for sua is invalid, Which isn't the case but mizi is presumably having a breakdown like saw in wiege (and this to, but wiege is older)

Sua rehearsed her death not only because that was something she was ready to do to keep her alive but also because her "mother" would most likely be disappointed if sues death wasn't grand.

"If you would have saw the look on her face too, you wouldn't be able to judge her"

More my god my universe stuff. Saying that if anybody would have saw Sua In mizi's eyes then they would fall for her the same way that she did.

The left screenshot is from karma, we see many things on mizi AND on sua, with the latter having a screen of sorts on her collarbone. My first thought went to robot sua from the artwork on the left but I am most likely wrong

The rocket is falling which will cause destruction across the stage. they then show all the characters EXCEPT luka for some reason or another, Perhaps because luka is the only one of them to not have a "provider" as he was grew in a lab (lab baby lukaa)

And then it has the best scene in all of alien stage that we have been waiting for since round one:

MIZISUA KISS, TAKE THAT MIZITILL SHIPPERS. THIS IS HER ONE LOVE AND YOU WILL NEVER SEE TILL LIKE THIS.

Sorry, I got carried away. Continue, shall we?

I'm gonna combine all of these into one because they are all related. Mizi is beaten up, Either by the rebellion trying to get the laptop back or luka in self defence. She holds onto till and a ghost of sua rests on her girlfriend trying to comfort her despite the kinda big situation.

In a zoomed in shot Till's earpiece glows red, He is alive.

She reaches and calls out for issac. she needs to save him, She thinks she has killed so many people and she can't let till be one of those. She grabs onto his shirt and begs him to save till.

It then flashes back to the scene where sua is watching and rehearsing her death. Mizi runs into her room and holds onto her, grappling her and never letting go. Keeping her god in arms reach.

Issac: "For humans... and for these beasts too innocence was a luxury they couldn't afford. In this endless suffering, to love and be loved. To hold onto hope for a day that may never come. Is that survival instincts, or selfishness. At the center of it all was a woman. A woman now called a witch, who was always searching for love. Can we really blame her for that? Where did this original sin begin? And in a trial with no clear answer, can these lives ever overcome it?"

I don't have much to say about this speech except that It is obviously about mizi. It cuts to mizi when it says "a woman now called a witch". Mizi is this so called witch for wanting a basic function of love? she wants to love and she wants to crush and as issac says can we really blame her?

Actually using the picture above it shows that luka is back as an idol and that the attack on the stage that happened seven years earlier by mizi was known as a tragedy. The korean on the middle image translates roughly to ALNST disaster seventh aniversary... where is the culprit. The segyien know that mizi is the culprit for this and that she is gone, with the rebellion or on her own we do not know however I hope it is the former and she is in a place where she can actually get better from the trauma she has induced time and time again

It cuts to a shot of a museum we see a headline for in the previous image. A museum of everything from that season of alien stage, from the collars to the microphones and even the dresses.

In this shot the middle shows two of tills guitars and lukas violin used in The final round. on the sides we see the main event so to speak: Dna mixes of the cast. On the left we see a Mix of mizi and ivan and on the right we see a mix of luka hyuna and sua as well as till mixed with somebody I don't know.

Till who we assume is now working for the rebellion has broken into the museum to save these children from there life in captivity, the only life they knew and the life he at one point knew. Till knows how these children must feel and doesn't want them to feel that way anymore, He wants them to be free and live a life that they can call theirs.

Tags: @whosamity143 @crustyfloor @espritradieux and @localfandom

[merlucide]

HAIRCARE!~♪

notes: ‘this alien stage x reader was sponsored by free time in the car’😌

characters: all characters

warnings: cursing, not edited/proofread (idgaf)

She’s always had long hair, and has always preferred it this way

She does her very best to keep the tangle free- but at the end of the day it’s full of knots

This is why she loves hair days!

She’ll lay down on your lap and be all happy with your fingers combing through her pretty long hair

It helps her unwind from the day, it’s because apart of her daily routine ig :3

She just likes talking to you about whatever

Then when’s she’s had her full of love and affection she’ll pamper you endlessly heh

Loves twirling your hair around and making up hairstyles

She can do anything you want for the most part! She’s a bit messy but it always looks good :3

She doesn’t style her hair really, aside from combing it or putting it in a pony

When her hair was longer fans had you put it in braids then :3

Honestly she doesn’t like people touching her hair, gets it all greasy and messed up yk?

But she doesn’t mind if you’d like to play with hers time to time :)

At your time at anakt you’d both sit underneath the trees there and try to intertwine the flowers into her hair.

Sua was better at styling flowers than you were tho heh

She likes twirling you hair around her finger :3

You could look at Till and think ‘he dgaf about his hair’ —but he actually does gaf 😭🙏 he wants to look cool okay?? His hair is important to him 

He takes like 5 minutes in total making sure his hair looks good lmao

It’s just perfectly messy ya’know? :3

He likes brushing your hair

It’s very soothing for him

If he’s feeling creative he’ll experiment around with different styles but mostly just brushes lmao

Don’t gaf about his hair

But he has to gaf about his hair 😔 sad thing

Gotta keep that image up yk 🥲

Normally he just combs through it and calls it good (on a normal day anyways)

Likes it to look pretty neat tho

He likes making a rats nest of yours though!

Kidding, kidding (kinda..)

Likes ponytails:)

But yeah he just fucks up your hair for fun basically

True love? 

Oh boy 💀 THIS diva

As the star that Luka is, his appearance is the most important aspect of his product (well following after his voice but YK-)

Bro has a curl routine n all

I mean he’s basically an influencer?? in a way?? So id imagine he gets free stuff

Anywho he’s a scruncher then he uses that curl thing (I’ll look it up later)— It’s a process

Prefers you not to touch his hair, will smack your hand away LMAO

But when’s he’s utterly exhausted and burnout he’ll put your hand on his head (if he has the energy too anyways)

Lukas not like 😭 an affectionate person anyways?- well it’s weird? He’s touchy but not, affectionate

Ya get it?

He might twirl your hair around but that’s kinda it 😭🙏 hate to be a dream destroyer

Well I’ll give some crumbs…heh..heh

S

When you two are lying alone in bed together— wether it’s after a photoshoot or what not, he’ll like creep up behind you and start caressing you hair

It’s a bit uncomfortable at first because you can just FEEL him burning holes into the back of your head while twirling your hair 😭🙏 sweating n shit

It’s relaxing for him anyways, when he’s tired but not ready to sleep yet yk

Hyuna 🤤 hair goals fr fr

She usually just has it down or in a high pony/braid tbh

Her hair is LONG AF and is such a pain to deal with so I’d imagine she just puts it up and calls it good

She washes her hair like once a week anyways (the shower is full of grime JUST from her hair 😭🙏)

She dgaf (yesss Hyuna 🥹🗣️)

She’s really great at braiding!! When she decided to put her hair in a braid one day you would NAWT shut up about how she needs to have it styled like that more often (and she did hehe)

Hyuna also collects trinkets— whenever she goes out on raids/bounties or wtv she picks up/steals (LMAO) anything that catches her eye (Like a crow! heh)

She always brings smth back for you, any shiny things go to you, only the best for her babe 😌

Now!- when you asked her to braid your hair you brought up the trinkets suggesting that you put it in the braids- like as accessories!!

And she liked that idea vv much ofc and planted little coins and charms tied into your hair :3

Your head legit looked like a crows nest lmao

But it looks so pretty!! Two fishtail braids with shiny things in your haiirrrrrr!

She was proud af of her work 😌

You both went person to person showing off your head lol

DEWEY (I love him plsss)

His head is full of tangles, but he insists it’s just apart of his ‘look’

His really not picky with his hair- just prefers redoing his roots before they get too-too grown out yk

Which of course you always help him!

He sits on the floor criss-cross in his white tanktop and sweats while you mix the blonde dye

He stays still for the most part, but gets antsy staying in the same position for too long

He justs yap your ear off while you apply the color loll

“Yah so, I tried 85 arm-curls which that went friggin’ awesome as expected-“ “Yeah then Isaac went blackout drunk- Ha it was hilarious” “I think the showers broken ‘cause when I turned it on purple shit came out-“

Since his hair is all sticky and wet he like makes his hair stick  straight up lmao😭

Tries to convince you to use the left over dye on Isaac lmao

While he waits for it to dry he begs you to let him do your hair

He tries to do a Dutch braid, but fails lmao

“WHY ISNT YOUR HAIR WORKIN’?!”

And ur like ?! Everything good back there ?!

He keeps trying until your hair is a literal rats nest lol

He just looks at his mess like ‘oh shit’

Ur so pissed at him and he’s like: 🥺

So he just brushes out the mess he made lol

Which it freakin hurt bc OWWW KNOTS

After it’s all brushed out he just did a basic braid and called it good lmao

Then you take him to the showers to rinse it out and in fact- purple did come out

Probably should’ve thought about that before you stuck his head under the shower head heh..

You ended up using the sink in the bar and everyone just sorta was like ‘uh, okay’

Just imagine Dewey laying on the counter with his head in the sink lol- def stained the counter

Bro shakes his head like a dog to dry off, THEN gets a towel

Smh

In reward for you hard work he gives you a big fat smooch heh

Then goes around base to show everyone his hair lmao

Successful hair dyeing day with Dewey id say!

(Dewey j love you please I need more of him yall PLEASE.)

ISAAC (I LOVE YOU TOO!!)

I mean he just puts his cap on and calls it a day sooo

Really couldn’t give two shits about it lmao

Doesn’t care if you mess around with his hair, so might as well go for it :3

You tried putting his hair into a piggy tail, which his hair is so short so it just kinda, stuck out 😭

He really does love playing with your hair :) it’s actually rlly cute he’ll be talking to a member and just be playing with your hair (the thought gives me butterflies gets me mushy SOB)

by the time he’s done talking to the person there’s like 6 little braids in your hair on on side 😭🙏

Best hair time w/ him is when yall are fucked up and tied from raiding and just lay together, you most likely on top of him

And he just holds ya and plays with your hair 🥹

Yall talk about the day, or some things you’ve been thinking about, just quiet words yk? :)

(Stop I’m like tweaking thinking about this wtf)

help so sorry for how short Till+Ivans is 😭🙏 no creative juice came for them (and I wrote theirs last so yk…)

Made December 20th 2024