ALYSA LIU X FEM!READER - alysa using her muscles for everything
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⠀ּ ⑅ TRIGGER WARNINGS ⠀⠀⠀⠀
₊ 𓏼 ꒱ mentions of headlocking
๋ ׅ NOTES NOT PROOFREAD this is a blurb kinda
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alysa knew that her body could get her literally anything
her arms were toned from constant training, especially noticeable in sleeveless tops.
literally insane core strength, figure skating does not play
and her calves?? no like it was actually insane.
she doesn't flex on purpose, but when she stretches its like everything just comes OUT
her hoodies hide practically everything, and those fuckass nike sweatpants too.
but the second she wears something a little more revealing (nothing more than a simple shirt.) people start acting different.
she carries herself so casually like she has no idea she looks like that
her posture is naturally athletic, always balanced and grounded.
she moves like everything is controlled, even when being silly.
and even though she has the whole bundle, she's still a cutie
like yes she still giggles and gets soft around her girlfriend
she will do something that requires alot of strength then go "oh that wasn't hard"
she gets shy when people point it out
denies being "strong" even when its obvious.
lowkey enjoys when YOU notice but acts like she doesn't
her competitive energy comes out in random situations
she'll casually win at something physical then shrug like it's nothing.
but she hates being called "intimidating" because she doesn't see herself that way
but she will most definitely use that presence if someone is being weird around you, her diversity is crazy
But with you its veryy different
she reaches for things above you without thinking
instinctively stands slightly infront of you in crowded places
when sitting next to you, her arm brushes yours and you realize how solid she is
will pull you along by the hand without effort
if you trip or lose balance, she's there to catch you QUICK
carries your bags like they weigh nothing
stretches mid converstation and accidentally shows off her build
she puts her arm around you and you just feel more secure
when she's tired, she slumps and its the cutest thing ever
she still gets flustered when you compliment her
if you mention her arms/strength she gets all shy trying to act nonchalant but yet she's still smiling
lets you initiate things more because she likes the contrast
lowkey likes when you rely on her it gives her that ego boost
but she also makes sure you know she respects your independence
she loves taking your hand and inspecting it like it's a rare artifact
compares hand sizes at the most random times
leans on you like you're a piece of furniture
knowing alysa, she has her weird side
she's inappropriate half the time
has a habit of grabbing your breasts then laughs in your face when you react
she randomly headlocks you at times but its okay cause ur into that shit
steals your phone just to look at your homescreen
scrolls through your photos and smiles at the random ones
gently pushes your head away when your talking too close, then pulls you back when you get offended
copies you then waits for you to notice
lightly bumps into you on purpose while walking
sits on your chair then says "well, i guess you have to sit on my lap now."
and then whenever ur bent over doing something she'd either slap your ass or grab you and tries to hump/backshot you
has this habit of playfully fighting with you just so she can manhandle you, and its obvious too
and the thing is, she loves how stronger she is
like she really cant hide her size kink
she's always lifting you up and moving you around on command/whenever she wants
and then she stills call YOU weird at the end of the day.
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synopsis: alysa liu's playing monopoly with her girlriend and friends. she looses, badly, but her girlfriend wins thanks to her loss, and alysa's not exactly expecting money as payment....
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"I want to be the bank." You said, voice loud, a smile on your lips as you set up the fake bills by the side of the board.
"Fine plan." Isabeau spoke up in return, as she straightened the Monopoly cards.
"I'm really good at this, ya'll are gonna eat shit." Alysa said, grinning, hugging her knees and leaning her chin on them.
"Language." Isabeau spoke up, amused.
"And for the record, you're not gonna win." You said, tilting your head at Alysa.
She only smiled at you, and hummed absentmindedly. "Whatever, Cass."
"So, I say Cassidy starts, and then clockwise." Amber said, finally coming back from the kitchen, a bowl of popcorn in her hands as she sat down on the floor, next to Isabeau.
You didn't know how to read a clock. "Which way's that?"
"Towards the right." Isa said, amused.
"Which way's—"
"Me." Alysa interrupted, used to your antics.
"Fine fine, hand me the dice." You waved her off, tucking a strand of your bleached hair behind your ears.
Alysa shifted, gaze softening on you. "I feel like you need to dye your roots by now."
"Why?" You snorted, picking out the player piece you wanted. The bycicle, always the bycicle.
"They're dark again."
"Maybe I'll do red now." You grinned, giving her a glance.
"You would look hot in red." Amber said, as she threw a piece of popcorn in her mouth.
"Hey, five month girlfriend sitting right here." Alysa argued, suddenly sitting straighter. "But yes, Cassie, you would look gorgeous in red." She said, turning back to smirk at you.
"Can we please play?" Isabeau said, already exasperated.
You reached over for popcorn, throwing the dice whilst you moved.
"Six." You hummed, moving your piece, then throwing the dice again. "Two."
Just as Alysa moved to pick up the dice, she locked eyes with you, while she threw the dice.
That single look you'd shared so many game nights before crossed between you. A conversation without words itself.
Team up?
She seemed to ask.
Why not?
You'd always shoot back.
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"You two have got to be cheating!" Amber said, arms up in frustration as she once again lost a property to the bank, after loosing all her money.
"You don't have enough money to pay me rent." Alysa said, shrugging as she twirled the empty popcorn bowl in her hands.
"So to compromise, the bank's taking your Transilvania property, and giving it's worth in return to Alysa." You added, as if it were obvious.
"Oh yeah they're so cheating." Isabeau said, scoffing, arms crossed.
"Why would I want her to win?" You said, while simultanously, Alysa replied,
"I'd sell my organs before I let her win."
You two shared a look.
Oh really?
You seemed to ask.
Yes, maybe, wait no—
By the time Alysa had caught onto your skepticism, you'd already decided she wouldn't win.
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"You're giving her your get out of jail free card." Amber deadpanned.
"I am." You shrugged, handing Alysa the card as she moved out of the jail box.
"Is that even legal?" Isa groaned.
Alysa only smiled, setting the card down. "All is fair in love and war."
You smiled back. "You're quoting John Lyly."
"I am. You read it to me for some argumentative piece."
"I did." You hummed.
"They're so sweet," Isabeau whispered to Amber.
"They're a lying pair of cheaters, that's what they are." She hissed back.
But you loved game nights, you loved the stupid arguments, the thrill, the adrenaline...
So you kept on a small act.
Just enough for Alysa to keep helping you, so that she wouldn't notice how much you were winning, and how much she was loosing.
"You two have to be cheating." Isabeau said, calmer than Amber, who was now on her knees, staring at the board, her hands clasped in front of her.
"I'm telling you—" Amber spoke up, frustrated.
"How do you even cheat at Monopoly?" You snorted, rolling the dice again, getting your third six in a row.
"Oh yeah you're cheating." Alysa said, scoffing when she saw you move your piece again. The stupid, pretty, little rascal.
You laughed. "Guys, it's Monopoly! I just have good luck with throwing a dice."
"I'm not buying it." Isabeau sighed, leaning back.
You locked eyes with Alysa.
You still in?
Obvi.
She winked back.
Oh she was going down.
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"I quit." Amber finally relented, giving off her last property to the bank.
"I.... don't, yet, but my point of you cheating still stands." Isabeau said, rolling the dice.
"You're rich." Alysa suddenly noticed, looking over at your properties and your money.
"No I'm not." You said, laughing, trying to subtly cover the more than a couple 500's you had.
"You've so been swiping the bank." Amber said, gasping rather dramatically.
"No I haven't." You groaned.
"Let me be bank then! I'm not playing anymore." She said, grinning like a child with a lollipop.
"That seems fair." Alysa nodded.
"I'm in." Isabeau agreed, as she opened a pack of chocolate chip cookies.
You only sighed. "Fine by me."
But Alysa had thrown your partnership out the window.
You'd throw her out the building.
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"I'm broke." Isabeau groaned, leaning her head against the wall, closing her eyes like a Victorian actress.
"Isa, you're fine, take a loan." Amber waved it off, trying to get anyone to win except you.
"I can lend—" Alysa began.
"You owe the bank 40 and you have 15, and Isa owes 65." You deadpanned.
"So... we're all broke and in debt...." Isa said, eyes flickering open. "Except...."
All three of them turned to look back at you happily eating a chocolate chip cookie.
"Didn't we agree winner chooses the movie?" Amber whispered, voice lower.
"We did." Isa said.
"And I won." You smiled, dusting off your fingers.
"We're watching mean girls again." Alysa groaned.
Amber shook her head. "No surely she'll pick something else for once—"
"Please no not again—" Isabeau interrupted.
But you'd already gotten up, and picked up the remote. "I know right? She's a life ruiner, she ruins people's lives." You quoted, smiling.
"Please tell me that's another movie." Isa said, hopeful.
"No. That's Mean Girls." Alysa shook her head, softly. Because as annoyed as she was at having to see mean girls, again, she was happy. Her girlfriend was smiling. And seeing that was better than any movie anyone on the world could've ever chosen.
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You'd only gotten up for a minute, just to get water from the kitchen.
But Alysa had already trailed behind, arms around your waist. "Cassidy." She said, her voice low, a whisper into your ear.
"Yeah?"
"You made me lose, that was on purpose."
"It was."
"We're watching mean girls again because you made me lose."
"We are."
"I didn't charge you rent."
"You didn't— what?" You suddenly turned around, leaving the glass of water forgotten.
"You look so pretty when you're excited." She teased, smiling.
Your cheeks flushed. "Shut up Lysa, you let me win?"
"Eh, maybe." She shrugged.
"Why?"
"Maybe I knew I'd still get my payment?" She said, hands dropping to your hips with a suggestive smile.
"Payment." You repeated, cheeks still pink.
"The clean kind, pretty girl, relax." She laughed, pressing a soft peck to your cheek.
"What do you want?"
"I want my gorgeous, possibly redhead in the future, smart as fuck, pretty girlfriend to kiss me." Alysa said, her voice clear, no stutter, despite her words.
"Mhm, I think I could maybe splurge on that." You said, tilting your head in return.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, maybe." You teased, arms around her neck now.
Alysa ducked her head, meeting your lips with a soft whisper, her handa soft on your waist as well.
"Kiss me like I let you win monopoly."
/justagirl: guys another request down!! hopefully i can get more out soon, hope you liked it, i'd kill for an tall!alysa who bends down and asks for kisses..... no seriously i think i would.... jk... maybe not jk?
↪ Synopsis :
She’s unstoppable in every part of life—except when it comes to you. With you, Alysa lets her guard down and just wants to stay close.
↪ 𝓦arnings: smut but fluff at the ends
A/n: litte stressed first time doing smut hehe...
I made a short fic to see if you like it. Let me know what you think in a message or even a comment :P
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𝒩𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓎 𝒶𝓁𝓎𝓈𝒶 who puts her leg hook over your hips before you even realize she's awake, her fingers threading through your hair as she pulls you down into the pillows with her. The thing about Alysa—she's always thinking, always calculating, running three steps ahead in her head. But when she's with you, she turns off that part of her brain. She gets needy. Her mouth finds yours before words can form, and she's already arching her back, pressing her chest into yours, making these soft little noises against your lips.
She likes it when you take your time. When your fingers trace down her stomach slow enough to make her breath hitch. When you duck your head and press open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone while your hand slides between her thighs. She'll whisper please into your ear, and it's the only time she ever really begs for anything.
There's something about the way sunlight hits her skin in the mornings. She's still half-asleep, hair a mess, lips slightly parted—and she looks so soft. You can't help yourself. You press kisses along her shoulder blade, down her spine, until she stirs and makes that sleepy sound that means she's waking up but doesn't want to.
𝒩𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓎 𝒶𝓁𝓎𝓈𝒶 rolls over and pulls you on top of her, legs already spreading to fit you between them. She's warm and pliant and she smells like sleep and her shampoo. You kiss her neck and she hums, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back while your hand slides down her stomach, lower, until she gasps and digs her nails in just a little.
𝒩𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓎 𝒶𝓁𝓎𝓈𝒶 who is getting wet before you even touch her properly. That's what morning does to her—makes her sensitive, makes her want. She bucks her hips into your hand and mumbles right there against your mouth, and when you finally slide into her, she arches and pulls you closer, legs locking around your waist.
Alysa gets sensitive after she comes—but she doesn't want you to stop. Not yet. She'll grab your wrist when you try to pull away, shake her head, breathe out a shaky no, keep going. So you do. You keep touching her, slower now, gentler, and she shudders through it. Her thighs tremble. She makes these broken little sounds that are half-sob, half-laugh, and she hides her face in your neck while you rub her through the oversensitivity.
She trusts you. That's the thing. She trusts you enough to let herself fall apart completely, to be vulnerable, to let you see her like this—messy and undone and raw.
𝒩𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓎 𝒶𝓁𝓎𝓈𝒶 who , Afterwards, doesn't want to let go. She curls into your side, face pressed into your chest, and she's silent for a while. You run your fingers through her hair, trace patterns on her back, kiss the top of her head. Eventually she'll mumble something—I love you or stay or don't move—and you hold her tighter.
She falls asleep tangled up in you, limbs heavy and warm, and you watch her breathe until you drift off too.
She says it differently when she's close. Breathy. Desperate. Like a prayer. She'll grip your shoulders or tangle her fingers in your hair and whisper it over and over, y/n, y/n, please, don't stop, and the way her voice breaks on the last syllable is enough to make you want to spend the rest of your life making her feel exactly like this.
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The arena designated for the 2026 Milan Cortina Winter Olympic Games was in training mode. The cold air of the facility cut across her cheeks, thin and clean, while the scent of fresh ice reached her nostrils with a calming effect giving her a sense of peace. She smiled to herself and bent down to tie her skates, fingers tightening the laces with practiced, methodical movements, pulling the tongue firmly before making the double knot.
Y/N casually lifted her gaze and her lips curled upward at the sight of the other athletes already on the ice focused on their warm-ups. The sound of blades scraping across the smooth surface reached her clearly, rhythmic, almost hypnotic: the sharper scrape of a side stop, the sudden tap of toe picks touching the ice to prepare for a jump.
She rested on her knees and pushed herself up, letting one hand brush the barrier for balance before removing the blade covers with the other. The blade responded with a light, familiar, reassuring crunch. Then she brought the other foot onto the ice as well, bending her knees slightly to find stability. Y/n began with a slow stroking: long, deep pushes, first with the right foot, then the left, transferring her weight from one blade to the other. Her knees bent and extended in a steady rhythm, her arms relaxed along her body, then slightly opened for balance. She felt the outside edge bite into the ice as she gained speed.
Y/N Y/L/N was considered a prodigy: the Italian girl who could seriously challenge the American and Japanese skaters, especially since the Russians were not allowed to compete in this Olympic edition.
She exhaled softly and increased pressure on her left edge, bringing the right foot behind her for a crossover in the curve. The right foot crossed in front of the left, then moved behind again in a smooth, continuous motion. Her shoulders stayed parallel to the curve, her torso slightly leaning inward to maintain balance on the outside edge. She repeated the crossover two, three times, naturally increasing her speed.
She tried to relax, to stop thinking about having all eyes on her for the competition that would take place in a week.
Beating the favorites seemed like a mirage.
Speaking of America.
Alysa Liu was speaking quietly with her coach, nodding. The base of her hair was dark brown, almost black under the arena’s cold lights. But along the length, three clearly visible horizontal bands stood out — a sort of growth-ring effect. The first, closest to the roots, was a cool honey blonde; the second, in the middle, leaned toward light sand; the last — the ends — was softer, almost golden. They were not random shades: they were intentional, sharp lines that followed the natural movement of the strands.
When she began a fast spin, entering from an outside edge with a small three-turn, the bands separated and recombined with each rotation, creating an almost hypnotic effect. For a moment, it seemed as if she had an aura expanding and contracting with the speed.
Y/N didn’t realize she had slowed down until her coach called her. She regained speed with two strong pushes, then entered a short step sequence: edge change, counter-curve, small back cross step, the blades drawing invisible arabesques on the ice.
But her gaze kept returning there.
Alysa adjusted her Team USA sweatshirt and lifted an arm to brush her fringe away from her forehead. Then she performed a light Ina Bauer, still high, just to loosen her back: skates pointing in opposite directions, knees bent just enough, her torso arching slightly. She hummed to herself and seemed to dance to notes only she could hear.
She lifted her gaze and her eyes locked with Y/N’s.
Y/N felt her cheeks turn red and tried not to panic at being caught admiring the number one favorite in figure skating. Alysa curled her lips upward and, with two gentle pushes, skated toward the Italian skater, entering a controlled inside edge to slow down in front of her.
Y/N felt her heart flip and her nerves tighten. To stop, she executed a small side stop, turning both blades sideways relative to her direction of travel.
“Ice feels… softer today,” Alysa said casually, slightly tilting her head.
A slightly strange way to break the ice.
Y/N blinked and nodded. “Yes. Softer. More… ehm…” She paused searching for the right word. Her brain ran in Italian while her mouth waited for the translation. “More… gentle?” she tried with an embarrassed half-smile.
Alysa observed her for a second too long, but there was no judgment in her eyes. Only attention.
“Gentle works,” she replied, and her lips curved.
That was when Y/N noticed the piercing.
When she smiled her lips lifted enough to reveal the small silver ring at the center of her upper frenulum. Thin, delicate. Just a metallic flash that made her smile even more personal.
“Your English is good,” she added.
Y/N felt the warmth rise to her cheeks. “No, it’s… it’s not very good. I… sometimes I forget the words.” A nervous laugh escaped her. “My brain is… how you say… in traffic.”
Alysa laughed softly, and when she laughed, the piercing shimmered again.
“Brain in traffic,” she repeated. “I like that.”
Up close, her beauty was even more evident: naturally dark, well-shaped eyebrows; fair skin slightly flushed from the cold; light freckles on her nose; small moles scattered across her face like tiny stars.
“You’re staring,” she said suddenly, without malice.
Y/N straightened abruptly, her blades sliding a few centimeters on the ice. “No! I mean— yes— no, I was just… your hair is very… very beautiful. The lines. They are…” The words tangled. “They are like… trees. No! Not trees. Like—” She closed her eyes for a second, mortified. “Sorry.”
Alysa giggled, her cheeks turning slightly pink.
“Tree rings,” she suggested quietly.
“Yes! Yes, that!” Y/N lit up. “Like when you cut the tree and you see the… the years.”
“That’s kind of the idea,” Alysa admitted, casually touching a strand of hair. “Different versions of me.”
Y/N remained silent, processing that sentence.
“I think… it’s very brave.”
Alysa looked at her as if she hadn’t expected that answer. She blinked, brushed a strand away from her face. Her lips curved again and the smile piercing appeared with a small glint.
“Alysa!” one of her teammates called her.
The American girl exhaled softly through her nose, made a half turn on an outside edge to change direction and skated toward the corner where Amber was waiting. But before moving away, her eyes quickly flicked back toward the Italian skater in a fleeting moment, smiling to herself.
You hate animals. I mean, that’s what you tell everyone to avoid telling them that you’re scared of them. You’re not really scared of them, it’s just that they don’t seem to like you very well and during your childhood you’ve had a few bad experiences.
That’s why when Alysa invited you to her apartment when she first got her cat, you were reluctant. What if the kitten jumped at you? Or hissed at you? Or what if it didn’t like you? You took a big sigh and opened the door.
“Baby! I’m in the living room!” She shouted with an overly sweet voice. It was no secret that she’d try to get you to like her new family addition.
You walked through her place as if it were your own and found her on her living room floor, a small exotic shorthair kitten in front of her. He looked grumpy, not interested in whatever babbling sounds Alysa made.
“Hey baby”, you walked slowly beside her, sitting down. “Hey. Isn’t he so cute?” She awed, taking him on her hands. “He looks mad.” You snorted. “What’s his name?” “Soleil”, she answered, still petting him. “As in sun in French?” You raised an eyebrow. “Yeah. Isn’t it a cute name?” She finally looked up at you. “He does look like a ray of sunshine.” You said with sarcasm. “He’s not grumpy, he just needs to warm up to me. It’s only been a day.” She shrugged you off.
“Well, good luck. Just so you know, I do not associate with him at all.” You began to get up, but, surprisingly, Soleil walked towards you, rubbing his head against your calf. “Fuck no.” “Baby!” Alysa squealed. “He likes you!” She smiled big, pulling out her phone to record the both of y’all.
“He better not.” As if he understood your words, he decided to do the complete opposite. He followed you as you went to the kitchen, stopping when you stopped and trotting when you started walking again. “Are you kidding me.” You sighed dramatically.
“Baby, just warm up to him. Does he really look like he bites?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I mean..” you really looked at him. Small kitten that was a thousand times smaller than you and that have never grumbled at you since your arrival. “Ugh okay, I’ll try.”
You crouched down and picked him up, holding him as far away from you. “Happy?” You fake-smiled to your girlfriend. “Yeah, you guys are adorable. My two favourite grumpy people.” She awed, pecking your cheek. “I’m not grumpy.” “Yeah sure.” She replied with sarcasm. “I’m gonna shower and get ready. We’re still going out right?” “Yeah, obviously. I’ve got the tickets in my bag.”
Alysa nodded and made her way to the bathroom, leaving you alone with the kitty. You finally brought him to your chest, softly petting him. “You seem to like me, huh?” You whispered to him. He purred, curling himself up in your arms.
You sighed in relief, because not only did he seem to like you and maybe not all animals were against you.
You sat down on the couch, still gently rubbing his back. You tried to take your phone out, but he immediately whined, glaring at you. “Damn sorry.” You snorted, petting him again. He purred, laying his head back.
Soon enough, Alysa came out, a towel around her body. “Are you guys cuddling”? She asked, her eyes lighting up. “No! I mean, he wants to, not me.” You denied the obvious. “You’re literally snuggled up against him.” She narrowed her eyes. “No, he is. Big difference.” “Yeah right.” She snorted, going to her room.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” You sighed contentedly against Soleil’s fur.
Time skip— a couple weeks later…
You were at your girlfriend’s apartment— basically yours too, for the umpteenth time this week. You were on the floor, the not-small-anymore Soleil in front of you.
“And who’s the cutest boy in the world? Who’s my baby?” You spoke in a soft voice, thoroughly petting his fluffy fur. He just purred in answer, stretching his limbs.
“You’re so stinking cute my baby.” You hugged him close, thinking that nobody was watching you. Suddenly, Alysa appeared behind you, her flashing phone in hands. You jumped, putting Soleil back on the floor, denying evidence. “Caught you red handed baby.” She began laughing, pointing her phone at you.
“You know what? I can’t even deny it.” You sighed in defeat, picking up the cat. “He’s just so cute. And he loves me more, so I don’t care.” You teased your girlfriend, earning a jab on the shoulder.
“He does not.” She rolled her eyes.
“He does.”
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synopsis: you've been alysa's celebrity crush since your debut, and you two "happen" to cross paths at the AMAs ( part one )
pairing: olympian!older!alysa x katseye’s 7th member!reader
w.c: 3.1k
contains: tooth rotting flufffff | use of y/n (SORRYYUUUHH)
kk here: chromed out alysa can ruin my life and id thank her part one | part two not proofread
Alysa anxiously checked her makeup for the millionth time with her phone’s front camera in the Uber. She was on her way to the American Music Awards, twitching to bite her nails, leg shaking in nervousness. She knew you would be there with Prada.
Since KATSEYE was announced in 2023, Alysa had been embarrassingly obsessed with you. Even her Olympics leotard was inspired by your outfit in the Debut MV.
Unfortunately, she had never had the opportunity to see you up close, so this might be the first and only time she’d ever be able to come in close contact with you.
When KATSEYE debuted in 2024, you were only 15 and Alysa was 18. She hadn’t planned on stanning you because you were a minor, but she found herself slowly falling for your charms. She didn’t like you in a parasocial way. She just had your picture as her phone wallpaper and watched your fancams in her free time.
She had been to the Beautiful Chaos tour in December 2025 in Los Angeles. However, she could only get tickets for the second floor, so she could barely see you. She cried at the concert anyway.
Finally, her Uber stopped. Then, the flash of cameras nearly blinded her. She flinched, and then regained her composure, smiling for the cameras.
Eventually, she steps into the room and immediately gets pulled away to take pictures. Afterwards, she was pulled away again backstage to prepare herself for the prize presentation.
A strict-looking woman with a slick back walked over to her. “Alysa Liu?”
“Uh, yeah, yeah. That’s me.” Alysa spun around to talk to her.
“You will be presenting the prize for…” She ran a finger down her clipboard. “…New Artist of the Year. You can only see the winner when it’s time to present the award. The nominees are Olivia Dean, The Marías, Addison Rae, sombr, Lean Thomas, Alex Warren, Lola Young… and Katseye.”
Alysa’s heart skipped a beat when she heard your group, nodding. “Okay. Got it.” She took the envelope from the woman, carefully putting it into her pocket.
As she waited, she struck up a conversation with Anthony Ramos. Awkward, but better than just silence. After what felt like an eternity, it was finally Alysa’s time to announce the winner of New Artist of the Year.
She walked on stage with her practised confident smile, taking the stage and putting down the award on the lectern.
“And the winner for the Best Female K-Pop Artist is…” Alysa opened the envelope, pulling out the piece of paper. “KATSEYE!”
The camera switched to your group’s face. You stood up first as the leader, leading the rest to the stage to collect the award.
You then presented the winning speech.
“This is so insane, there’s so much I wanna say but there’s not enough time so I’ll keep this short. Thank you to our Eyekons, we could not be here without you guys. Thank you to everyone who’s ever supported us before, even if you’ve only streamed our song once or twice. Especially thank you LE SSERAFIM and ILLIT sunbaenim for inspiring us, we love you so much. We haven’t debuted for too long but we already have an American Music Award, and that’s just so so so unreal. We hope our music keeps inspiring everyone and we’ll keep representing our culture. Once again, thank you eyekons, and we are KATSEYE!”
Alysa couldn’t keep her gaze off of you. To the naked eye, she was just being polite. In reality, she was taking you in, admiring how good you looked even under the harsh stage lights.
You then smiled and bowed to Alysa, hugging her with one arm, and her heart nearly stopped beating.
You got off stage, and Alysa retreated backstage as well.
The rest of the ceremony flew by but Alysa was in a state of shock for the whole time. The fact that you, her bias, had smiled at her and hugged her was so unbelievable that she just couldn’t process it. She had expected a glance, maybe even a nod, but definitely not direct interaction.
Later, it was time for everyone to walk around and congratulate each other. Alysa was just wandering pointlessly, looking around and exploring the venue. When all of a sudden, a hand tapped her back and she heard a very familiar voice. “Hey, you’re Alysa Liu, right?”
Alysa has never turned around faster in her life. There you were, right in front of her. You were alone, but you looked even better close up, in real life.
She almost forgets to speak for a split second. “Uh, yeah, that’s me.”
“You’re kinda hard to miss, striped hair and all. I kinda wanna dye mine a similar style.”
Alysa’s hand went up to her hair. “You totally should, you would look amazing.”
“You think?”
“Mhm.” Alysa bit her tongue to stop herself from saying “you’d look good with anything.”
“This is your first time at the American Music Awards, right?”
“Yeah. Kinda surprised I even got invited, to be honest. I don’t have a lot to do with music.”
“I mean, your performance for the Exhibition Gala at the Olympics did go really viral. I can’t seem to avoid it.”
“You’ve seen it?” Alysa tilted her head, surprised.
“Who hasn’t? It’s everywhere.”
“I mean, yeah, that’s true I guess.”
Then, a photographer walked up, asking to take pictures. Alysa felt a little disappointed until she heard you say, “Do you mind if I get a picture of the two of us?”
“You don’t mind? Right?” Alysa shook her head no. The photographer agreed, leading the two of you to the curtains.
After taking the photos, you thanked Alysa and hugged her, and then kept taking individual photos.
On the Uber back to her place, she finds herself searching you up on Instagram. Your account pops up from the first letter of your username.
She keeps it open for a few moments, just soaking in all of your posts. She refreshed the page and saw that your following count had gone up by one. Curious, she clicked into your followings, and her jaw nearly dislocated when she saw that you had started following her.
She checked your shared activity
y/n followed you in May 2026
You followed y/n in Nov 2023
“Holy shit.” She muttered, taking a screenshot, sending it into the group chat with Amber and Isabeau.
alysa: [ 1 attachment ]
alysa: GUYS????
amber: are we serious
isabeau: ?????? is this ai
alysa: omg go kys
But Alysa was smiling so hard that her face hurt.
You two texted to and from, Alysa oversharing and you matching her energy. You were surprisingly funnier than she’d expected, making her laugh even over text.
Two days later, she saw that you had posted an AMAS photo dump.
y/n BUY ME PRADA
styled by @katieqian my girl 🤍
thank you @prada @amas
She liked it immediately, then scrolled through the photos. You looked breathtaking as usual, but the one that really caught her eye was the fifth picture.
It was the candid one that the photographer had taken when you hugged her goodbye.
Her. In your Instagram post. Your post.
She hesitates for a moment, and then she types a comment
alysaxliu: power duo
She checked her DMs hopefully, and sure enough, you had sent two messages.
y/n: hey !! here’s the pics from the amas if you wanted to post any 🤍
y/n: [ three attachments ]
Alysa saved them immediately, liking them.
She typed a response, deleted it, typed another, and deleted it again. She then settled on a response.
alysaxliu: thank you!! i’ll def be posting them, they look amazing.
alysaxliu: btw, i saw your post
alysaxliu: thank you for including me
Her heart flipped in her chest seeing you start typing.
y/n: ofc
y/n: they look unreal
y/n: i saw your comment btw
y/n: might have something to do with you being in the pic
alysaxliu: just u
You liked her reply with a “🤍” and didn’t reply further.
Alysa smiled into her pillow. If anyone had told her three years ago, that she’d be casually texting you, she’d call them crazy and delusional.
The next day, she posted her pics, with only one picture with another person, and that was you. The rest were just individual photos.
You reposted it to your story, and it wasn’t long until the comments rolled in.
y/nism: im starting a rumour
y/nfineshyt: they’re so cute tgt ong
y/nallaroundtheworld: oh how i love this duo
Alysa stared at her phone for a while, then decided to text you.
alysaxliu: wanna grab coffee tgt sometime?
What if you rejected her?
What if you thought she was weird?
What if you-
y/n: sure !! when where?
Holy fucking shit.
alysaxliu: anytime is fine with me
y/n: well it’s not good for me to be seen out in public with someone not in the kpop industry
y/n: maybe i can come over or you can come over to my apartment? i can order some food and stuff.
alysaxliu: i can come over, where’s your apartment?
y/n: [ Google Maps link ]
alysaxliu: tmr, 5 pm okay with you?
y/n: see u then
That day, Alysa spent half an hour picking out the perfect outfit, and an hour perfecting her makeup and hair.
She took the elevator down to her apartment lobby, getting into an Uber since there wasn’t free parking near your place. It was some high-end apartment complex that Alysa won’t ever even dream about living in. The drive there took roughly an hour.
Her heart nearly stopped when she stepped out and saw you.
“Hey.” You smiled, taking her hand. “They won’t let you in if they don’t recognise you.
“H- hey.” Alysa blushed from her stutter and your hand in hers.
She followed you into the escalator, taking it up to your floor.
You made her take off her shoes before entering, her jaw nearly dropping when she saw your place. It wasn’t really minimalist, but not too over the top as well.
You ordered takeout, refused to let Alysa pay you back, and ate while talking about everything under the moon. Mainly it was you who talked and Alysa who listened while staring at you, mesmerised.
“I noticed that you’ve been following me since 2023.” You brought it up casually. Alysa nearly chokes on her Coke. “Are you a pre-debut fan of Katseye?”
“Uh, yeah.” She smiled sheepishly. “Caught in 4k I guess.”
“Well, it’s an honour to know that the Alysa Liu is an Eyekon.”
“Are you kidding? I can’t even believe that you know I exist?”
“You’re an Olympian, Alysa.”
“Okay, but you’re y/n.”
After finishing your food, you invited Alysa to check out your room. “It’s nothing like the rest of my house, you wouldn’t believe it.”
She had doubts when you said that, but when she walked in, she was proven wrong.
Your entire room smelled faintly of vanilla and was filled with posters of bands, Marvel, and a bunch of fandoms that she wasn’t a part of. A fourth of your room was empty, the very front had a floor-to-ceiling mirror and had wood flooring instead of a white carpet. You had a queen-sized bed tucked into the corner, a beanbag and a walk-in closet.
“So that’s where I practice alone.” You pointed at the wood floor. “And that’s where I become a chud.” You pointed at your bed. It was filled almost a third of the way with plushies, the sheets unmade and messy.
Alysa eventually loosened up and ended up on the beanbag while you lay in your bed, head on her shoulder, both of you doomscrolling. You were so close that she could smell the scent of apple in your hair and you could hear her heartbeat going five hundred miles an hour.
“I have practice in like, an hour.” You suddenly spoke up while later, breaking the silence. “I’ll still text you though.”
“Oh, okay, that’s fine.” Alysa tried to hide her disappointment. She wanted to soak in your presence for a little longer, but knew you had more important matters to deal with.
You went over to your closet, picking out a loose shirt that said “IDGAF” in bold red print and a pair of grey sweats, closing the closet door to change.
“You like this outfit?” You stepped out of the closet, fully dressed.
Alysa looked up, nodding.
She called an Uber and you went down to the parking lot, waving her goodbye.
At HYBE, you met up with Lara and Yoonchae, and waited for Daniela, Megan and Sophia to show up. Using that time, you texted Alysa.
y/n: u got home safe?
alysaxliu: yes lol, thx
alysaxliu: u at hybe?
y/n: yup lol, waiting for the rest to show up
alysaxliu: whatchu going tdy?
y/n: nothing special, just filming a dance practice.
alysaxliu: be careful
You reacted “🤍” to her message
y/n: gotta go, they’re all here
alysaxliu: okayy
You smiled at your phone before putting it into your bag
“Girl you’re never this happy before practice, who are you texting? Must be a miracle worker.” Daniela side-eyed you suspiciously
“Nobody.” You replied, a little too fast.
After practice, you and Yoonchae were getting to your cars before getting caught by sasaeng fans. One of them was trying to hug you, and you hugged her back. Yoonchae meanwhile, ignored the camera filming her, trying to hide.
You finally managed to get rid of them, and Yoonchae huffed. “You’re too nice to turn, rewarding their bad behaviour. You need to stand up for yourself.”
You simply shrugged. “I mean, I don’t like sasaengs, but they’re still Eyekons, so I still kind of appreciate them.”
She rolled her eyes, but didn’t push it further.
Alysa was in her dorm, scrolling on Twitter when she saw the video.
“ KATSEYE Y/N AND YOONCHAE spotted after practice “
The video showed the sasaengs surrounding you, filming you and hugging you. You were clearly overwhelmed, yet still entertaining them.
She immediately texted you.
alysaxliu: hey i js saw the video
alysaxliu: u good?
y/n: yeah lmao
y/n: i love my eyekons
alysaxliu: okay, stay safe alr?
y/n: okay cutie
Alysa nearly drops her phone on her face.
alysaxliu: look who’s talking
After a few months of subtly flirting back and forth, you and she are comfortable enough to lie together in bed together.
To be honest, you still affected Alysa the way you had affected her back in May. It still felt unreal when she had your arms wrapped around her in her dorm bed. But now she’s much more comfortable with you, not as tense.
Somewhere along the way, you had become reliant on Alysa. She had been the one to support you after every hard practice, every mistake, every meltdown.
The first kiss was sudden and unexpected. You were cooking in your apartment, and Alysa was sitting on the kitchen counter. She was just looking at you, studying the way you moved.
“Taste the soup.” You held the spoon to her lips, snapping her out of her daze.
“Huh? Oh.” She sipped it, nodding in approval. “Tastes good.”
Neither of you moved for a moment, her eyes following you for a second too long.
You went back to the stove and continued stirring the soup. Alysa got off the countertop, leaning next to you.
“You’re good at this.” She tentatively tucked a piece of stray hair behind your ear.
“You think?”
“Mhm.”
Alysa moved closer, wrapping her arm around your shoulders and pulling you to her side.
You looked up at her, smiling, spoon still in hand. Alysa cupped your face, leaning in close enough to smell that apple flavour in your hair that she loved. She gave you enough time to pull away if you wanted to. When you didn’t, she pulled you in to press her lips against yours.
It was soft, everything that Alysa had ever dreamed of. Your reaction was buffered for a second before you kissed her back.
She pulled away first, burying her face in your neck, her breathing heavy and unstable.
“I can’t believe I just did that.” She breathed out, lifting her head from your shoulder.
“And I can’t believe you just did that.” You laughed.
“No like, three years ago I was sure you’d never know I even existed and now I’m in your apartment and I just-“
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” You cupped her cheek and pressed a short kiss to the corner of her lips.
“So, I’ll take it as you like me too?”
“Yes I do, Alysa, I like you a lot.”
“Does it mean I can kiss you again?”
You kissed her cheek. “Yes, it does, silly. As many times as you want.”
You were constantly busy, but you still managed to make time for Alysa. You started going to practice in her clothes, going to her place instead of your own after practice.
Alysa discovered that you were actually a pretty clingy girlfriend. You needed constant attention, and it was practically impossible to pry you off after a rough day.
Every night, she found herself lying next to you, arm around your waist, your leg thrown over hers. You would be in her clothes, and occasionally press a kiss to her cheek, and she would blush every time.
You practically lived at her apartment, but Alysa wasn’t complaining. It was every Eyekon’s dream- to have their bias in their arms every night.
You did end up dying your hair like Alysa’s for the iconic by mistake music video. You dyed it the opposite of how she did, so it was more matching than the same.
Once, you were looking for her portable charger when you came across something that looked like a photo book. Curiosity took over you, and you opened it. You were met with your face. You flicked through the pages. It was filled with every photocard of yours, every single one since your debut.
“Alysa?” You called out, still looking through the binder.
When she opened the door and saw you holding it, her first reaction was denial.
“I-“ She started, but you cut her off.
“Didn’t know you were such a big fan of me.”
“This is so embarrassing.”
“It’s cute.”
“You’re just saying that.”
“No, I’m serious. It’s cute.”
You kissed her neck, and muttered, “Everything you do is cute.”
✶⋆.˚ Alysa had sworn off the ice. That was until she saw you and all she could think of at every moment was, wow, what a beautiful stranger.
Pairing: Alysa Liu x Reader
Word Count + Genre: 1.5k, Soft Angst
A/N: I was listening to laufey then went yea that’s a alysa fic right there :P first non-katseye fic :0
Content Warnings: This is not a real portrayal of any of the individuals mentioned in this fic. All events are completely fictional and are only intended for entertainment purposes.
Alysa Liu had promised herself that figure skating was behind her now. One of those hobbies that every kid grows out of. A sport she pursued because she had to. Not because of want, or love, or initiative. One that just happened.
Alysa Liu was just a normal girl now. A university student drowning in assignments. A kid trying to navigate the complex world that is life. A daughter trying to survive the weight of expectations the media had thrown on her for no good reason.
Alysa Liu was never supposed to step on the ice again.
She promised herself that.
But that was before she saw you.
It was exam week. Her friends at UCLA had been begging her to join them on a group outing, and out of all places, they just had to decide on going to the rink. Something about it being aesthetic for the season and that it had been a goal for so long. Alysa just went along with it.
It was supposed to be nothing more. A silly activity where she’d pretend her olympic skating career was nothing but a farce. It wasn’t hard to do with rental skates. It wasn’t hard when everyone knew better than to bring it up anyway.
The group had wandered from their dorms to the ice rink. Right on time for communal skating hours. Inside, crowds of students were bundled together, crowding at the box office for entrance, lining up for skate rentals.
The sight was familiar, but also so drastically different.
She could still remember all the hours she had spent at these rinks, skating laps on laps to no end as she tweaked every rotation until tears escaped her eyes from frustration. The ice used to be her home from dawn to dusk. There was always more to do, there was always more to improve on, but not anymore. She had promised to leave those days behind her. She had told her dad, no more.
As her friends dragged her onto the ice, she felt herself wobble for a moment before regaining her balance. The skates felt foreign on her feet now, too tight around her ankles and too loose around her heels, but she supposed perfection was no longer needed, so fit didn’t really matter anymore, did it? They skated laps while laughing, making inside jokes, and for the first time, the icy air didn’t feel restrictive inside her lungs. It felt right, like late night drives and bathroom hangouts.
Alysa found herself pausing to help her friends figure out how to push off, stop, skate backwards. No one mentioned the past she had tried to forget. That she was grateful for.
It made the ice feel easy again.
That’s when she spotted you.
In that very second, she swears she forgot how to breathe. Her pulse spiked. The world suddenly tiled back 45 degrees.
Alysa Liu, in all her professional glory, just stood there, and stared.
She watched as you linked hands with your friend and moved around the rink. Her gaze lingered on your figure, the way you managed to make the movement of blades on ice seem effortless the way she used to. The effortless smile on your lips as you glided across the room. She watched as your hair moved in the wind and your smile seemed to make the atmosphere seem brighter.
It was as if the world had wrapped together every reason Alysa Liu loved skating and thrown it into you. Dangled you in front of her and tempted her with the sport again.
It was working.
Whatever trick the world was playing on her.
“Alysa, you want to go to the rink again?” her friend teased with an exasperated sigh.
Another one of her friends giggled “I bet it’s because of that—”
“—oh shut it!” Alysa says, swatting her friend, “I just miss the ice.”
“Sure, Al. Sure.”
It didn’t take a fool to notice the way Alysa seemed to gravitate towards the rink whenever she had a speck of free time. It wasn’t hard to notice how her eyes seemed to latch onto you at every chance given. It was evident that the ice had become synonymous with seeing you. A view that seemed to bring Alysa back to life. A vision that made the sport of figure skating, her dream again.
Alysa returned to the rink weekly. Same day. Same communal skate time slot. The workers had begun to recognize her now. She no longer had to tell them her shoe size, they’d just hand her the skates. The ones that were too tight around the ankles but wide at the heel and fit in a way she didn’t even mind.
Time after time, she would spot you. Alone, or with friends, but there. Always there, like sunlight. If you missed one week, Alysa was sure she would spot you in the very next.
At some point, you must’ve caught onto the figure which seemed to follow you around. Once in a while, across the rink, Alysa could almost swear she saw you lock eyes with her and smile. A mere memory now.
It was just a silly little crush. One where she had memorized the contours of your face, the tone of your laughter and the sound of your blades against ice.
It was a full semester of the new routine. When break finally came, for the first time she wasn’t eager to head back home and see her family. Break meant no glances across the chilly room to meet your eyes for a few weeks. Yet she told herself you’ll still be here when she comes back.
You had to.
A few weeks of break, a few missed weeks of ice. Only then did Alysa return to the arena, ready to admire your face across the rink again.
Only then did your absence become clear.
Alysa skated laps and laps around the rink waiting for your arrival. From the second people were allowed on the ice, to when the workers had finally begun to usher people off. She searched every face for a memory of you. Have you changed your hair? Maybe your style? Perhaps you were just sick. That’s why she didn’t see you.
Then it happened again the next week.
Then the week after that too.
You were nowhere.
Only memories were left in your place.
The echo of your laughter, a resemblance in a random passerby. Alysa found your shadow in every crevice of her life. An edge of her skates, the zamboni, the street the rink was adjacent to. The world echoed you in response to your absence.
Yet, what was most reminiscent of you was the way she felt on the ice. With blades attached to her feet and wind in her hair, it was like she could feel you watching her skate again. The glimmer in her eye and the smile attached to her lips couldn’t be ignored.
Only then did her father catch on.
“Alysa, do you want to skate again?” he hummed the next time she was home for reading break.
Alysa just smiled in response, “how’d you know?”
“You have that look on your face.”
“What look?” the girl chuckles back half-heartedly.
“The look that means the ice reminds you of something good again.”
Alysa wondered what it would have been like if she had approached you. If something beautiful would have bloomed. If she’d have your number and be texting you. If you’d be watching her compete or show up to her practices with two cups of hot chocolate and a smile.
Alysa Liu wasn’t someone who did regret, but she couldn’t lie and pretend she didn’t regret never getting to hear your voice address her. She wouldn’t help but wonder if your tone was as sweet as she imagined it to be? Was your presence as warm and welcoming as she felt from across the chilly rink? Would you stand here and compliment her hair, argue with her about overexerting herself, give her cuddles after a long day?
Push came to shove, her life was once again filled with ice and early mornings. From dawn to dusk, friends and family tucked in between the bustling schedule. She wondered if you remember her the way she remembers you. The feeling of sun against her skin and a warm breeze running by her shoulders. Every time the crowd roared and the media teased, she wondered if you were sitting at home and thinking, I remember her at my rink, because she hopes you do.
It’s almost all that she can think of on the ice.
Just like now, stepping onto the biggest rink of the world, she says into the void that is thousands of people, cameras, interviewers and too much AC.
