#Till x reader

[pearlswritings]

hii!! would you be able to write a till x reader angst 4 me 😣 the plot would be something like reader is against till and reader either sacrifices themself or they just get less points please and ty‼️

Till x Reader, angst!!

(Hiii everyone! Sorry this took so long. Also, thanks to my lovely girlfriend for proofreading and helping with the ending! Tw for: Guns, blood, death, depression, slight mentions of ED, violence, and fighting)

Till’s words are in blue, and yours are in pink! Ooh tv girl reference

“𝕋𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕖 𝕓𝕪𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖. 𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕝, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖.”

You have always loved Till. Does he love you too? Who cares. All that matters is that you absolutely adore him. He’s the light of your life, the reason you keep going…You could keep going on forever.

It was the semi finals of Alien Stage. The both of you have tried so hard to get here. You’ve killed countless others to get where you are, people who you love and care for…But could you do the same with Till? No, of course not. How could you ever let your beloved Till be killed?

You’re simply not gonna let him die. You’re gonna make sure he survives, even if it’s the last thing you do. You know Till is already going through so much, he lost his love, Mizi. (But she doesn’t feel the same) He also lost his childhood best friend, Ivan last round. Till is in a deep depressive state, you know he barely has any motivation left.

Your heart aches for your beloved Till, you want nothing more than to comfort him and take his pain away. However you can’t do that yet. What you can do, Is protect him this one last time.

So there you both are, on an elevated stage, performing to a sea of lights and cheers. The harsh spotlights are beating down on the both of you, blinding and disorienting. You notice Till struggling beside you. His choreography is slow and uncoordinated, he’s clearly not in a great state. He looks a bit thinner than usual too, probably hasn’t been eating well since Mizi and Ivan passed…

You can see your scores behind you while you perform. Till’s is significantly lower, he’s at 74, and you’re at an 87. There’s no way he can win this…unless you deliberately lose…But can you really sacrifice yourself for Till?

Yes, of course you can. You’re completely prepared to let yourself die for Till. You know he can live without you, but you can’t live without him. 

Without thinking a moment more, you stop singing and dancing, then drop your mic to the floor. You can hear the alien management yelling at you over your earpiece. You can’t decipher what they’re saying, but you know they’re pissed. You know that after this performance you’re gonna be punished severely. But the aliens won’t get the chance to punish you. You plan to die on this stage.

Your score meter behind you starts tanking. Going from 87 to 80, to 76, to 70, to 60, then to 50. You stop paying attention to your score once it hits halfway, and instead look to Till. He’s looking at you with wide, surprised eyes. As if hes visibly asking “Don’t you want to win, to live?”

He stands, staggering forward an inch. His brows narrow together and his mouth moves open and close before sound actually comes out. 

“Why are you doing this?! You’re going to lose!! Keep singing!”

He yells to you urgently.

You can tell the aliens are getting antsy, security eyeing you from afar. You know that if you want to ensure Tills survival— you must do something drastic.

You act slow at first, putting both hands against his chest in a firm but gentle nature. Looking toward him with what only can be taken as a look of endearment.

“Keep singing.”

You shove him backwards way harder than you were intending to. He stumbles back and holds his stomach, where you pushed him. He’s still confused, but he continues singing. Watching you as you slowly approach his spot on the ground. 

You look downward, feeling only a painful amount of affection in your heart as you thought of what you must do. You knew that if you were violent enough, Till would win by default. With a heavy heart, you leaned forward, almost draping your body over Tills. Quickly you raised your right arm forward, hand balled into a fist. 

A sharp bang shot through Tills ears.

He felt your body go limp over him, blood gushing out from your bullet wounds. He couldn’t even process what had just happened. His arms moved around your body, feeling the life leaving you— violently he started to shake you, almost as if it would bring you back.

“No! No no no!! Wake up! W-Wake up!!”

He called out to you desperately. But he knew you couldn’t really hear or understand him well. You couldn’t say much to respond to him. The only thing you said in response was you choking as your lungs filled with blood. 

The lights shut off, and the audience roared with cheering and laughter. Before he knew it, he was being dragged out from under your now lifeless body. Leaving your corpse on the raised platform. He tried his best to fight back against the guards, but it was no use. The guards were already overpowering him. Despite how useless the effort was, he still continued fighting them, to the point the guards had to knock him out. The last thing he saw before blacking out was your dead body. The last thing he heard was a booming voice on the speakers that said;

“Till advances to the next stage. We will be back soon with the final round.”

(𝘼/𝙉: 𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙞𝙞 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚! 𝙎𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮, 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮! 𝙎𝙤 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙄𝙙𝙠 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠. 𝙇𝙚𝙩’𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙙! 𝘼𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨)

[merlucide]

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

[harukyuu2]

hii could I request Till, Ivan, and Luka x Ado!reader (the singer) and could you write their reactions to reader singing crime and punishment in the stage with their opponent and after could you make a little scenario after?

(if you haven't heard the song I recommend you to listen to it so you have an idea on what it's about! <3)

ANON WERE SO CONNECTEDD im literally obsessed with that song this month, idk why but here you have it!!

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT !! - Ado!Reader x Till, ivan, luka ♪

!! ⇾ Headcanons more than all, little scenario, fluff, relationship not tagged so you can take it as what you want, weird behaviour for Luka, neutral reader, a little ooc maybe since its my first time actually writting for alnst :x - Small revision !!

◊▸ TILL !!

This man was soo nervous when you got into the stage, he wont tell you directly— but he loves you too much for you to lose.

Now, when the song started with you showing so much emotions. he losed it completely

His eyes couldnt leave your figure, he was already mesmerized by you— but it seems you always find a new way to make him fall more in love

The way you blended so easily screams on the song, showing with them lots of emotions made him want to sing at your side— even if he thinks he isnt at your level, he just loves your voice so much. He didnt even care how your opponent didnt manage to get too much of a line since you stealed it with your screams.

He leaved a relieved sigh when the hologram showed your win, even if it was a clear result. He isnt able to relax a second when youre on stage, he has to keep a watch on you even if he cant do too much about it. he was so mad he couldnt bring his sketchbook to atleast keep this moment in paper instead in only his mind, well— his sketchbook is already full of portraits of you.

⇒ After The Round... Till was waiting for you at the backstage, the first times he did this he felt nervous and all, but right now he just wanted to see you. Actually, he is nervous! but his feelings of admiration and love for you are stronger than that. When he saw your figure emerge alone from the darkness, his heart began to race, and suddenly, the words he had prepared vanished from his mind—replaced only by the tired smile you gave him when you stood face to face. For a moment, silence hung between you two, he was staring at you mesmerized. Then, realizing how strange he must look, he snapped out of it, shaking his head and quickly trying to speak. "H-hey...you did great back there, the way you singed- i liked it a lot, uhm..it was beautiful" - He said pretty nervous rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding your gaze a little, you were so bright in his eyes that his heart burned with a simple glance at your face. You were getting used to Till's nervous presence, leaving it up to his struggles with communication after everything he endured back in the garden. Letting out a soft laugh at how he avoided your gaze, you leaned in closer—tilting your head to meet his eyes. Speaking in a low, reassuring tone, you tried to ease his nerves. - "Thank you, Till. Thanks for being there for me."

Your gazes met, and with a gentle smile, you wrapped your arms around him in a warm hug, your head resting in his chest to feel his heartbeat. You understood how much he struggled to stay obedient to the aliens, so the fact that he did it just to watch you sing on stage filled your heart with warmth.

At first, Till didnt know how to reciprocate correctly the hug and just tensed his body at your touch— he sighed, knowing you were probably hearing his heartbeat, so with shaking hands and feeling his cheeks warm up, he hugged you back lightly, scared of hurting you since in his eyes you were so delicated and perfect... Seeing the figure of an alien emerge in the darkness behind you, his grip on you tightened— the hug was more important even if he would be punished after for being with you alone. Lowering his head to your shoulder, he whispered to you with a shaking voice, not really wanting to let go "Can we sing together someday...?" ◊▸ IVAN !!

This guy had a pretty calm expression, he believed in you— no, better said he knows youre better than your opponent.

If youre able to make him feel emotions he wasnt able to feel before with your voice, its obvious youre gonna win to that normal guy!

Obviously, a part of him was worried for you, but not that much since its not the first time he hears you sing. He loved to spy on you in the garden and you always had such a beautiful voice that gived him weird goosebumps

He was so captivated by your voice, the way you controlled it, the mix of emotions you putted in it, your facial expressions...he wanted to be the reason for you to show all of that, he wanted to be the reason you express like that, he wanted your attention.

The result of the round flashed on the hologram. A part of him was relieved—he’d get to spend more time with you. But another part couldnt ignore the sadness creeping in, you werent singing anymore, and he loved studying your expressions when you did. It drove him crazy how you seemed to pour everything into the raw emotions behind your screams and vocals, completely ignoring the fear in your opponent's eyes or even the outcome of the battle itself. ⇒ After The Round...

Thanks to your huge win in the stage, your guardian gived you a gift— the freedom of running into the rooftop of their agency to look at the night sky for today. Not an artificial sky or the ceiling of your room, the real one that inspired you to keep going until you were able to escape. Feeling the air hit your face, you taked a deep breath finally outside of the stage. Looking at the sky in a deep silence that soothed the fear of dying... Until you got interrupted by something or better said someone grabbing your shoulders - "Hello!" - You heared Ivan say making you leave a scared yelp "Ivan-! dont do that! imagine if i falled out!" - You said with a small frown since you were almost in the edge of the roof, as always, he dismissed what you said with a small laugh— walking more into your side. He was here since he conviced Unsha to make a negotiation with your guardian or something, just to promote the two genuises of garden ANAKT. "You did great on the stage, i loved those strong moments you had singing, were you mad at something?" - Ivan ask with his usual mischevious smile patting your head, the calm surrounding hitting you both even if he was trying to be playfull Hearing his words, you sighed, resting your weight slightly on his arm. Almost instinctively, he wrapped it around you, holding you close. "No, no… I just thought it would’ve sounded better if I put more emotion into it," you murmured softly. "Ah, I was also a little worried he’d sing over me since he’s known for interrupting his opponents—but thats all." You spoke casually, remembering how you felt on the stage, but Ivan was quick to reassure you that your interruptions with the high notes and all blended perfectly into the song The moment between you two was silent again, with him caressing your shoulder slightly before breaking it again with a small mix of playfulness and sweetness: "Lets stay like this for a moment, i promise to not push you.." ◊▸ LUKA !!

Talking honestly?? i dont think this man would be on the public tbh... But because Heperu doesnt want his star pet to be around common pets even if its to watch a show! He would probably watch you through a screen tho

even if his face doesnt show any emotions he would probably like your voice, a part of him softens slightly for you even if its unnoticeable

Unconsciously, he would start humming the song, trying to mimic the strength of your vocals and wondering if he could reach that scream you did.

Pretty calm about the situation tbh, he was trained to take death as normal and always try to win. So he expects the same for you, he prefers you winning tho more than taking your death normally

Im sorry but from these three he lacks a lot of reaction !! He loves you...in his own weird way!

⇒ After The Round... Luka waited for you in his asigned room, it was normal for you two to meet after the rounds since it bringed hype to the aliens that the "Ruler of the stage" and the possibly new ruler spended time together. Obviously, that bringed a lot of money to your guardians, so its a little treat of them for you two! You entered Luka's room tiredly and he standed up when he felt your presence in the door, walking closer to you. His usual calm and blunt expression bored into you while you wondered what he was thinking about since he usually waits for you to get to his side He grabbed your hand, making your breath hitch as you tensed up, only to be caught off guard when he suddenly decided to bite one of your fingers. You raised an eyebrow in confusion but let out a small laugh, feeling your mood lift slightly. 'Eeeh? Luka, are you perhaps hungry...?' you asked softly, mindful of your voice after such an intense performance Luka taked your finger out of his mouth before looking directly at you, continuing to grab your hand he decided to give you a quick response- "mhm...maybe, can i be hungry of you too?" - He asked like it was a normal question, even if it flustered you a little he didnt seem to care since he meant it in a literal way Sitting on the couch with him, he placed his head on your lap, still holding your hand tightly as he guided it to rest on his head, closing his eyes calmly. Wait a second—werent you the one who won the round? So why is he the one getting the pats?? You sighed in defeat, knowing there was no way to win an argument like that against Luka. He knew all too well that you’d end up spoiling him anyway "Stay like that for now...and move your hand, i let you."

[hrts4keithh]

till - alien stage

“until these falling stars are buried in the blur of time on your icy lips.”

[shakethediseeas]

can you write Till and Luka (separately if you can't do both then only Till) with a reader whom is very touchy? you can keep it fluffy or a little suggestive, you can choose:3

ALIEN STAGE CHARACTERS (till and luka) WITH A TOUCHY S/O

2 far fgoone rn tehie. requests open! if you want part 2 ask.....

contect: You can't keep your hands to yourself; even before you dated, he was well aware of that. One appreciates it and the other one is secretly disgusted by it.

Warning: i cannot write Luka being a nice person, I tried really hard.... had to delete like 2k words of manipulation and neglect in his headcanon

another wanring: hopefully i got this right...........

LUKA

hes a bit smug about it.

Always holding hands. its a must!

He closes his eyes while you just continue swarming him with hugs, with jumps with anything to just be in physical contact with him.

He lets out an airy laugh at your antics before returning small actions in return, like kisses or a squeeze.

Sh dont tell a soul, well-- not even you know- but he loves when you play with his hair, closed eyes and is completely relaxed.

He lets a small smirk escape him when you slowly reach for his hand in the middle of a swarm of aliens and humans taking pictures of you guys. He looks at you before squinting in reassurance before returning his gaze back to the crowd.

If you knew each other when you were kids, then he'd know how touchy you are.

You used to jump onto him, never let go of his arm, never left his side.

When you would rest on the floor your legs would be on his lap as you hug him or at least try to because he would move his head further from you and scoff.

To this day, you still jump onto/tackle him

if you ever hugged him from behind,In response, he would move your chin so that he can kiss your forehead.

He's not embarrassed by your touches in public, knowing no one could touch him other than you.

TILL

He'd act shy about it.

Always having a red face when you hold his hand and hum happily, hed look down with a scowl to appear tough.

He'd let out yelps and flinch when you tackled him from behind before yelling at you to not do that and ruffling your hair violently.

He's a bit nervous about returning the affection; part of him says he doesn't care about what the world thinks, but he's worried for your safety, scared they would take you from him.

At the thought of that...he became a bit touchy too.

Behind closed doors, hes always happy to hug you tightly or cuddle, Hed ask first though.

Sometimes, when he's busy practicing his air guitar, you jump onto his lap or shake him violently, and he always lets out a yell in shock.

His tocuhes are very soft and delicate, you are a very delicate thing to him, he wants to protect you.

He has a big smile on his face when he holds your face against his palms and kisses your nose very softly.

If you ask to play with his hair he'd get a bit defensive but I mean anything for you!

[vmpssd]

singer!reader, guitarist!till, sexual tension on stage, performing together, suggestive, gender neutral reader

song inspired — judas ( guitar cover )

something about till playing his guitar to a thousand people who cheered, screamed, voices calling him while he is on stage, eyes fixated on yours,

fingers moving with precision and meaning every glance he stole.

with no intention of scaring you away, white strands of hair sticking to his forehead before he catches you staring, microphone touching the soft of your lips as you whispering to the device, the voice of who made him almost instinctively lick his own

feet moving as if there was no one else performing there, just the two of you, a slow, subtle but sensual dance,

invisible to others, the intensity in his eyes drowning in the very sight of you, claiming you as his when his breath would hang in the last of each verse.

having you to himself without touching you, without screaming to the world and making you known to them,

one knee to the ground, the other following and as you both surrender yourselves to the lights above the stage, luring you to get under his spell,

till’s guitar would be resting against his chest, fingers fast on the strings as he kneeled in front of you, playing his instrument to make you see him.

voice faltering but returning with more force, you would step forward, glancing down to the man on your feet and running a free hand to your hair, pushing it back when you smoothly bend your body to his direction

whispering the lyrics to what you hold firmly on your hand, gaze never wavering or backing away from till’s, who looked back at you through his eyelashes

tilting his neck up, he would play with such devotion, drops of water from his body to the fabric of his clothes, worshipping the ground you walked on and making the stage your kingdom.

him, watching you reciprocate with the same intensity, smirked more to himself than you, the corners of his lips going up ever so slightly as he tilted his head to the side,

eyeing you, mostly sizing you up, loyal to the rytmh you were going for and so damn sure the lights were on you, ethereal and so close for him to reach,

letting the main chorus in, you would take a breath, more of a chuckle, watching him not bothering to look at how his own hand worked on the guitar, "keeping up with me, yeah?"

"always," flashing you a light grin, the white-haired one would not get up just yet, "unless you don't want me to."

"no," it was quick to leave your mouth, muttering that single sentence in silence, but with a hint of desperation. "it's good, i like it,"

"just surprised to see you like..."

sparing you an answer, till smirked when getting himself up first in one leg, body used to the thrill and loud cheering, the strong drums on the background when he got the other,

off the ground, but not that he was bothered to stay on his knees for you.

painfully smooth to your eyes as he lifted the guitar and sent a single last sound on the air, piercing through the sound of your voice, echoing around the stadium and shaking emotions you secretly was scared about,

scared, but never of him. the fall would be worth it, that was what you were certain of.

[despairots]

PIECE OF LOVE! — till ivan | alien stage.

till said he liked you, but he always looked at mizi whenever she walks past. maybe if he looked back, he would notice you. waiting, staring, wanting it to be your turn before you finally looked the other way.

content warning | character deaths, swearing, unrequited love, brief cannibalistic metaphors, love triangles, male reader but not mentioned (they/them prns).

till never looked at you, if he did (which is rare), it would be because of you talking to him just to get his attention. despite him saying he liked you when you both were young, he never gave you anymore attention once mizi arrived. till never talked to her, always expecting her to look back at him without asking her for it.

maybe that’s what you felt when someone you love is looking everywhere but you. you were always there for him, he knew too, always comforting him in his darkest times, praising him when he did a good job at his practice, making him gifts so he can be happy, but not once did he return it.

does he appreciate it? yes. returns your love? no.

till doesn’t know it but maybe if he looked back, he would see who was waiting for him all this time. it was only a matter of time before they turned away from him too when he finally looks back, and you were just waiting for you to eventually give up on him.

praying, wanting, needing for it to happen. if only things could be that easy, you would’ve been a lot more free. instead, you’re bounded to be hopeless forever, no matter how many times your alien owners tried to cheer you up. gifts, clothes, toys, stuff you needed to live until this day, it would never work.

it was until recently, at the rip age of 17, that you finally grew up and matured. turning around and living the life of a young star, your owners busting their asses for you to live a life of a celebrity. it felt good to finally be free, maybe you missed being chained down to till, after all, you still cared for him.

you wanted him to be apart of you, you still wanted him carnally, sinking your teeth into him, almost like you could smell his flesh from miles away. all that you concluded that you wanted to let go so bad, was that you still loved him.

till never looked at you.

“ [name]? “

ivan’s touch on your cheek woke you up, realizing you slept on a couch, uncomfortably so from the neck in your pain when you sat up. his black pupils that had a hint of red stared right back into yours as he kneeled infront of you while cradling your hands.

“ivan..?” you trailed off before realizing he won his match, making you softly smile, “congratulations.” ivan nodded back in acknowledgment before he stood up, pulling you up with him to bring you into a hug, putting your arms around him as you buried yourself in his neck. you were lucky ivan was here with you, loving you like till could never bring up the courage to do.

now, as you raise up your platform, dressed in white with the boy you once called yours beside you, a look of concern glistening in his eyes, wondering why you weren’t looking at him like you used too. all you were doing is staring at the ground, like you lost the will to win.

till never looked at you.

watching ivan die, just to save till with no regrets while giving him a goodbye kiss as he fell to ground made you realize something, ivan looked at both till and you, just to die for both of you. when he died, you died alongside him, now till has to go up against you.

till watched you walk up the stage, wanting to get this round over and down before he followed you like a lost dog. he never heard you sing before, he never listened to your rounds or music, he was too busy with his but once he heard you live, you sounded ethereal, pulling him into your downfall.

he didn’t notice that he was being your back up vocals before you grabbed his hand, mic just inches away from your lips, did he start his singing part. till noticed how dead your eyes looked, how cold your skin felt, and how you harshly let his hand drop yours grasp.

his eyes kept following your figure, noticing how smooth and soft your movements were, aswell as how soft your voice was being when you looked at him whenever he looked away from you. despite everything, you could never hate him.

you, who didn’t wish him harm.

you, who wished he looked back at you.

and you, who didn’t want to win.

because of that, you grabbed his wrist to pull him into a short kiss, pulling away until he pulled you back in, shocking you more than anything. a part of you wanted you to believe that he was only doing it because he missed mizi, that you were just filling in the role of her until he pulled away.

a sad smile on his face as his lips moved, saying words that you weren’t able to hear, there was a ringing in your ears, the scoreboard showing that you won. till managed to catch the look of disbelief when your eyes went back to him, he was glad that the glint in your eyes were back, just not the way he didn’t want it to come back.

the tight feeling on his neck disappeared, reaching up to grasp at it did he realize you placed it on yours. no, no! he’s already lost mizi, ivan, and now, you? it’s like the world didn’t want him to be happy with the amount of blood splattered on his hands.

your smile, and ivan’s smile will now haunt his dreams, watching your body collapse onto the ground next to him with your blood on his cheeks did he yell out of despair, cradling your body close to him as the crowd watched in disbelief.

till never looked at you.

he always did, whenever you weren’t looking in that case.

“i’m sorry for not loving you enough.”

[heartz4levi]

could you please do till nsfw hcs (fem reader)

fuck me all night, show me who you are !

☆ thinking abt till nsfw headcannons . . .

☆ till (alnst) ,, fem reader . . this is long i apologize in advance i did not know i was this horny for till ,, switch(??) till ,, switch(??) reader ,, inexperienced till ,, till gives u head and u give till head everyone give it up for EQUALITYYY ,, missionary ,, mentions of praise ,, the terms 'cock' , 'length' , 'pussy' , 'cunt' and i think 'warmth' are used idfk ,, till overstimulates both himself and reader ,, till goes feral once he gets the hang of it ,, till tries very hard to not cum b4 reader does ,, biting (till giving) ,, minimal aftercare bc till doesn't rlly know what aftercare entails ,, no dialogue.

for starters, till is not the type to engage in one night stands. if you want to get into his pants, you have to find your way into the deepest depths of his heart first.

if you do, then you're in for a ride when he — or the both of you — get the hang of things.

canonically, till is a timid individual with the occasional ferocious outburst, reflecting how he is in bed over the course of your relationship (or whatever you want to call it).

till doesn't have much, if any, experience. your first time with him is going to be his first time ever, and yes, he will be nervous. yes, you would need to guide him if you know how to, and if you don't, at least reassure him whenever his hands wander a little lower, whenever he begins to trail experimental kisses down your neck.

if you offer to take the lead, you'll quickly find out that till is sensitive. if feeling the touch of your fingertips against his inner thighs is enough to make his cock jolt, imagine what giving him head could do. his breaths turn ragged, his brows are tightly knitted and he's trying his hardest to not dig his fingers into your hair and make any brash movements. he's also trying his hardest to not cum the moment you have all of him down your throat.

is till vocal? yes, but not when you're getting started. as you bob your head up and down on his length, all you can hear from above you are the almost strained exhales coming from till, and, if you drag your tongue against the underside of his cock, you'll earn a surprised, dragged out moan from him along with the sight of him breaking the intense eye contact he's been maintaining to lean his head back against the pillows slotted underneath.

his cum? thick. salty. i said what i said — and he cums a lot, best believe that when that blissful sensation finally washes over him, his cum will drip down from the sides of your mouth even if you try to swallow all of it.

now that we discussed what he's like when receiving head, what's he like when giving head? one word — sloppy. he only has a vague idea of what he's supposed to do, but he tries to work with what little knowledge he has. he'll start out with a few kitten licks across your slit, heart fluttering inside his chest as the taste of you settles on his tongue. the more you encourage him with words of praise or just your moans of pleasure, the more confident he will get.

just give till a little bit of time and some freedom to see what he can and can't do, because in the end you'll discover that his head is lethal. eating you out like a man starved, lapping up at your folds and making out with your clit while two of his fingers pump in and out of your drooling cunt. we all know he's good with his fingers, c'mon now.

till will only pull away from your overstimulated pussy when you either pry him away from it with force or his cock is aching to the point where it hurts, all because he really wants to be inside of you. scratch that, he needs it.

onto the main course — much like how he struggled to not cum down your throat when you gave him the first head he's ever received in his life, till struggles to not cum prematurely before he can even get to sink his cock fully inside of your warmth. his eyes will flit continuously from where your bodies are connected to your face, checking to see if he can gauge any reactions from you.

when he's finally inside and you give him the green light to start moving, till will set a slow pace for both you and him. otherwise, his own composure (that is on the brink of ceasing to exist) will shatter, and worst of all, you'll be in pain. he doesn't want that. his body's a little stiff, his strokes aren't very languid, but the sheer length and slight girth of his cock make up for it since this is only the start.

when the faint traces of discomfort you feel start to fade away, till will make it his personal goals to — 1. not cum way too early on (yes, he's still holding back) and 2. mold your insides to the exact shape of his cock. his nails begin to dig into the flesh on your hips, he buries his head in the crook of your neck to muffle all the whimpers tumbling past his lips and, slowly, he pulls out almost completely to snap! his hips against yours seconds later, changing the pace to a feverish one.

for what feels like hours on end, till proceeds to jackhammer into your sopping cunt like a dog in heat, panting and whining against your skin, biting it harshly when he draws yet another orgasm out of himself — and, of course, you. that ferocious streak of his really comes out the more he gets lost in the feeling of your cunt clenching down on his cock, nearly forcing his movements to a halt.

by the time till pulls out, he feels like he's been milked dry and your juices have coated both the bedsheets underneath the two of you and his entire length. collapsing on top of you, heavy silence ensues as till catches his breath, mind slowly catching up to the fact that he wrecked your shit and vice versa — and it was the best first time experience ever.

the aftercare is kept to a minimum. not because till is a dickhead and doesn't want to engage in aftercare, but because he doesn't really know what it entails. he asks if you're alright, retrieves the nearest towel to clean the both of you up, then immediately passes out next to you.

[hauntingkiki]

hey mutual 😈 got any HCs for Till and his partner singing cure instead of him and ivan? 😈

till…till…*i say as i gnaw on my enclosure*

Till x Reader singing Cure HeadCanons

Alien Stage

2nd POV

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- a little bit of background stuff before i start; i feel like with Till, he YEARNS for his lover, willing to move stars for you if you ever asked (kinda like how he was with Mizi; focusing his attention all on her and ignoring everyone else’s feelings in a sense)

- since he’s in a relationship with you, i feel like his relationship/feelings towards Mizi aren’t as strong due to the romantic relationship he has with you. like YES he’s distant from everyone but it’s a mix of losing Mizi and the thought of losing you

- ^ adding onto that, he did have feelings towards Mizi and you, and you obviously reciprocated those feelings back which made him more attached to you

- when Till realized he had to go up against you he was so distraught by it; lashing out, crying, denying the entire thing up until the performance where the two of you were standing next to each other on the stage

- during the performance, Till was on the verge of tears the entire time but he was able to keep his composure surprisingly (you as well when you performed)

- like how the original is; Till wore the black outfit while you wore a white suit/dress

- i DEFINITELY feel like there would be unison moments like in “My Clematis” with Mizi and Sua and not just parts like the original with Ivan and Till, if that makes sense

- the ENTIRE time the two of you sang, you both were looking at each other, bottom lips quivering when it was the others turn to sing or there was a pause in the music

- with the ending, i feel like it could go one of two ways;

- the first one being the canon way; where Till lives and you sacrifice yourself to let him win

- you practically shove the mic to the ground and just ran to him, collapsing into his embrace and just clinging onto him, him doing the same for you as well

- the two of you couldn’t keep your hands off of one another, touching and feeling each other while just kissing and crying in each other’s arms, trying to get the last bit of affection in before one of you eventually was eliminated

- you COULD inflict injury/harm on Till if you wanted, but either way, but you lost by a few points

- and when you eventually got shot, you were able to die in Till’s arms and he did not let go of you the entire time. the aliens literally had to pry him off of you afterwards

- OR the second way, the uncanon version is where Till gets shot and dies, pretty much the same situation with your death but you get more points OR he pulls a Luka and Hyuna and takes the bullet for you when you were supposed to die

- but yeah, either way, the two of you get super duper depressed and die anyways during the round with Luka 😇

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I HOPE DID THE HEADCANONS JUSTICE WITH THIS🙂‍↕️ Till is literally a sweetheart omg. but THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST POOKIE:3

[naomi-nana]

✎ᝰ. jealousy is a disease !

there's nothing wrong with a little bit of jealousy, right? as long as you're honest about it, surely...

featuring : till

cw : fluff, gn!reader, mentions of death/being killed but nothing too graphic, probably ooc till...

a/n : OMGOMGOMG ALNST FIC ON TUMBLR???? i wasn't expecting to find any, but i find quite a lot!! i was so happy so i decided to make one myself and joined all the other writers>:) i've never watched any theory videos, so i dont really know how till acts. but from the limited videos alone, i can atleast know his personality;)

he really wouldn't have cared at all if you got closer to another human, or even an alien—is what he thought, as if he isn't glaring at you talking to your fans. your smile at those aliens lining up to shake your hands doesn't help. why would you even smile at all the aliens anyways? they all look ugly. he knows that how popular you are is not under your control, and that this is all arranged by your owner. but still, he doesn't like it, not even a single bit.

but he is happy that you're getting the recognition you deserve, after being forc—i mean, working hard for it all. but it still upsets him at how happily you talk to all the aliens, the smile you gave them, the look of adoration that you gave them. you noticed that he's been staring at you the whole time, though. but you made it seem as if you didn't, which annoys him. if he could, he would grab you by the wrist and ran away as fast as he can with you following him. but he won't. he doesn't want or like the risk of the both of you being killed because of that.

so, he endured his jealousy for what felt like an hour, and it all finally ended. "i'm sorry, have i kept you waiting?" you finally turned at him, your face glistening with sweat. even with how messy your makeup and hair has gotten after all those handshake, you still look as ethereal as ever. "till?" you tilt your head curiously when he didn't reply.

"uh—huh, what? sorry. was zonin' out." he noticed that he have been looking at your face the whole time and unintentionally ignored your question. "what did you say again?" he asked, looking away from your face this time in embarrassment. you only chuckled softly at him before finally repeating your question. "no, you didn't, it's alright." he answers quickly, as if trying to hide something, making you raise an eyebrow. "really? i really didn't keep you waiting?"

"no, it's fine. let's get inside the car before the driver leaves us here." the driver really won't leave you both here, since it's literally his job to drive the both of you from place to place. it's just his excuse to leave the place faster so he could make you get away from all your fans. "you seem to be eager of leaving this place, is something wrong?" you come closer to him, concern lacing in your gaze. with how close you are to him, it's hard for him to hide his flustered face.

so, he just turned around and walked towards the exit, making you even more confused and concerned for him. he walks really fast too, while you struggle to follow him behind.

"till, are you alright? do you feel sick? uncomfortable? or is it something else?" you asked him once again, and he avoided your gaze again. it keeps happening over and over to the point that if someone else were to watch you both from afar, they'd thought that the both of you are playing a game of tag. it took a lot of convincing from you, but he finally tells you why. not directly though, he doesn't want you to think that he's too clingy.

"i-i got a little... annoyed, when your fans got closer to you, i guess..." he muttered to himself, which made you unable to hear what he says clearly. you tilt your head to look up at him, then cup his cheeks in your hands, earning a soft gasp from him. "w-what are you—"

"are you perhaps... jealous?" you grin at him, his face growing redder as time pass. "i'm—not! let go of my face!" he grips one of your wrist with his hand, but he didn't even make an attempt to move your hands away from his face. "really? your expression says otherwise." you giggle when he glares at you, although his red face betrays the 'scary look' he's giving you.

"i said i'm not, end of the story. let's get in the car or whatever..." he finally swats your hand away, not too harsh though, and he walks away from you. your giggle only grew louder at how flustered he got just from one single interaction with you. "wait for me, till. you can't leave a celebrity like me behind... you don't want any of my fans catching up to me, do you?"

"ugh, stop talking about that!"

naomi-nana. do NOT repost, do not use,(with or without permission), do not reccommend or talk about my works outside of tumblr.

[aae-tuu]

Under The Sea

Ft. Till (alien stage, gn!reader, Till is Till so 911 help?, crack, modern au, in relationship, i finally decided to work on this damn draft, your honor i love him)

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You love messing with your boyfriend.

Now, you didn’t mean to be mean to him, but you couldn’t help it.

Every time you get a chance to, you try and catch him off guard, just to watch his face flush a pretty pink, hear stammers leaving his lips, feeling his whole self go rigid and know his mind self circuited because of you.

It was cute.

He was cute.

You sat across from him as he worked on his art project, watching as he expertly inked his newest piece. His eyes were wide but his brows furrowed slightly, his tongue sticking out from the corner of his mouth as he zeroed in on the task.

You were in your dorm room, where your boyfriend spent most of his days after getting over the initial embarrassment of being alone in your room together. After much coaxing on your part, you finally got him addicted to spending time with you in a private place, where you both could just do whatever without any eyes of the other students on you.

You waited and waited until he tilted his head, narrowing his eyes at the piece before nodding and leaning back with a sigh, placing his pen down on the table. He finally straightened up, feeling the effects of being hunched over kicking in as he pouted, tired from his work. . .

and then his eyes landed on you.

You and your grin, a mischievous glint in your eyes and he knew that whatever you were planning was going to make him age twenty years.

“Hey, Till?” You hum and he suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He stopped stretching almost instantly when you spoke, his full attention on you.

“Yeah..?” He asked, almost hesitantly.

“If we were seahorses, would you let me get you pregnant?” You say very seriously.

His mind had come to an abrupt stop as soon as you’d asked the question and he now was just staring at you in stunned silence.

He didn’t even know how to respond for a moment, but after a few seconds the words you’d said finally registered in his head.

He let out a startled cough, his face flushing a dark shade of red as he sputtered out a loud, “H-..HUH?!”

You tilt your head. “Should I ask it slower?”

Till could feel the blush creep up all the way to his ears and he cursed whatever higher being there was for his inability to control his reactions.

“N-no, no, I got it, j-just-“ He swallowed, his face still red as he tried to make a response and he had to look away from you, fearing if he made eye contact he’d explode on the spot.

“Answer the question, Till.” You grin as you gently kick his leg under the table. “Come on, don’t leave me waiting…”

He was flustered.

So damn flustered.

How could you ask that kind of question with such a serious face? How have you not cracked, or at least stuttered or shown any other emotion while asking?! Why are you like this?!!!?

Unfortunately for him, he was very bad at saying no to you, and even worse for him, he found it easier to let you do whatever it was you wanted. He could yell and be flustered all he wanted but the smile you direct his way somehow made all the embarrassment he felt worth it.

He sighed, the flush of his face still refusing to go away as he slowly mumbled out, “I…I guess I would..?”

Dammit!

Till ducked his head down, still feeling the burn of the blush on his face. He had to stop giving in to you so easily, but you always had a way of getting what you wanted from him.

Including agreeing to a dumb question you asked.

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[violetarks]

HIII can i req for an alnst guys x mua!reader (afab) ? i want to touch their faces ╰⁠(⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠´⁠꒳⁠`⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠)⁠╯

“you like the pretty boys, with the pretty voice!”

show: alien stage

characters: till, ivan and luka

summary: he doesn’t just need to sing his best, he has to look his best too! producers have decided on pairing you up with him, meaning you would be spending lots of time tending to his physical appearance.

warnings: afab! reader, she/her pronouns used, till has never felt the touch of a woman before

↣ till

the door of his room opens, making till stand up cautiously from his bed. he was already forced into his outfit for today’s photoshoot, and now he awaited the dreadful makeup process.

you show up in the doorway, a girl around the same age as till, with a bag of items and a few electronics. “morning, till.” you say, walking in and placing your things on the desk. he visibly relaxes. “don’t you look good today.”

“shut up…” he mumbles back, walking over to you. he sits down in the chair you pull out, seating him in front of the mirror.

“okay, so i got told that you need a more bold look for the photoshoot today.” you claim, placing your hands on his shoulders, “you gonna’ let me do my work or are we gonna’ have another argument?”

“you can do whatever, i don’t even care anymore.” he groans, sick and tired of all these brand deals. his owner was running him dry with everything he was made to be doing recently. “do your magic.”

“good.” you say, opening your bag. you pick up one of the devices you brought with you, tossing it up into the air. it blossoms, opening up to show a ball of light coming from the centre. you point it towards till, getting a proper view of his face. “seems like the skincare routine i gave you is working.”

“isn’t it bad to keep putting all these things on my face?” he grumbles, feeling you grasp his chin. he averts his eyes while you inspect his face, gentle hands on his cheeks.

“not these ones.” you claim, feelings his cheeks heat up under your touch. you smile at him. “but it’s not like you really needed it anyway. the producer just said to get you on them. i thought you were already quite handsome.”

he closes his eyes, pulling back and running fingers through his hair. “anyway, what are we doing now?” he clears his throat, trying to calm down his heart.

“oh, right.” you say, taking the other device and turning it on, making a swivel stool for you to sit on. you move closer towards him, knee bumping with his. “okay, close your eyes for me, pretty boy.”

“stop it…” he mutters to you, doing as you say and leaning forward into your hands.

he’s patient with you, in a way that he isn’t with anyone else. which is why you were matched with him, he didn’t swear at you or thrash around. you made him out to be a tamed puppy, sitting as he waits for your touch. you found it cute.

you brushed your fingers against his jaw, making him itch closer to you. his hands grip the bottom of his chair, breath hitching as you dragged the brush along his face. you were delicate with him, holding his face and turning it when you needed. and he was willing to let you do whatever you needed.

“okay, that looks good.” you hum, retracting your hands. he always follows, but opens his eyes to stare at you. “let me do your lashes now. just some mascara, that’s all.”

you see the sour look on his face, making you roll your eyes. as you do your work, till sits quietly, careful not to move. you hold his jaw in your hand, focusing on your hands. but his head is running with how close you are to him. if he were to lean any closer, you would be kissing the guy…

instead, you lean back, bringing the light closer to his face. “ah, sorry, i got some on your cheek.” you huff, taking out a makeup pad.

you brush it against where you had smudged mascara on him, holding his face closer to yours. he’s entranced by your beauty. how your eyes are so focused on him and nothing else, how you smile at him after finished a part of his makeup. you were the most beautiful person to him.

he feels your knee knock against his inner thigh, making him look at you sheepishly. you were digging through your bag for the eyeliner and eyeshadow, claiming that he needed dark colours.

“i think we should go with black.” you say, holding out some palettes, “pick one, any will look good on you.”

he doesn’t even look at them for long, just picking out the one in the middle. you smile at him and nod your head, beginning the next stage. it takes a bit longer, till unable to keep still with how your legs are touching his, and your hands are tenderly holding his cheek. his brows knit unconsciously and you stop.

“till, relax. i can’t do your makeup like that.” you sigh, tilting your head, “i’m nearly done, promise.”

he tries to do so, resulting in upturned brows. your hold was too much! “i’m sorry, y/n, i’m just… i don’t know.”

“hm. it’s okay, i’ll be coming with you to the photoshoot.” you inform him, making till perk up a little. you do a few more touches before setting down the brush, inspecting your work and nodding your head. “there you go.”

he open his eyes and looks in the mirror. he looked pretty good, you were so skilled. “thank you, y/n.”

he turns back to you, seeing how you were already staring back at him. you were still so close, not wavering at all.

“you’re welcome, handsome.” you chime, grinning at him. you caress his cheek for a few seconds before beginning to pull away.

but till lurches forward, pressing his lips to yours. his eyes are squeezed shut, so overwhelmed with emotions. the electricity built up with every single touch you gave him, lingering or not. you had to have known what you were doing to him, you were so purposeful!

your hand returns to his jaw, gently holding him as you kissed back. till’s hands sit just beneath your waist, on top of your legs as he drags you closer. he needed more of your touch.

till goes from eager and rough to smooth and calm in a few seconds, slowing down and pulling away almost hesitantly. he is still in a daze, staring at your lips as you both gather your thoughts. and when he does, he widens his eyes and pulls away hastily.

“i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to!” he yelps, covering his face. he couldn’t believe himself, when did he have that much courage around you? his voice is muffled behind his hands, and his eyes are squeezed shut. “that was a mistake, please forgive me—”

you smooch his knuckles covering his mouth, a short but sweet one. he stops, freezing up at your warmth.

“it’s fine, till.” you say, grinning at him, “i liked it a lot. but i… i kind if ruined your make up a bit. let me fix it, okay?”

he drops his hand and lets you hold his face again, picking up your brush to do your touch ups. but he squeezes his eyes shut again and has to look away as soon as you’re finished. you looked even more beautiful! how could this be happening?

“till,” you say, putting your things away in your bag, “don’t be embarrassed.”

“i’m not!” he mumbles back at you, standing up, “let’s go now!”

you have to chase him down after packing away your things, seeing how red his face was. till swears he will never look you in the eye ever again.

↣ ivan

“oh, there you are.” you say, leaning against your makeup desk. the door shuts behind him, making the sound of people on the other side quiet down. “took you long enough, ivan.”

“the costumes were mixed up.” he explains, tugging at his collar to loosen it up.

you pull out the chair for him, letting ivan sit down before you set him in front of the mirror. “you know you’re not supposed to keep a girl waiting.” you joke, sitting on top of the desk and unlocking the box of makeup.

“you say that as if she isn’t obligated to wait for me.” he huffs at you, leg over his knee. he glances at your irritated face. “so what are you doing to me today?”

“clean look.” you reply, popping open the foundation.

he nods his head, watching as you take a sponge and begin to apply it on his face. you were gentle with him, slowly moving his chin to face where you needed him to face. you eyes barely strayed from him, and to say he didn’t enjoy the attention would be a lie.

one of the reason he was happy to be paired up with you was because you paid such close attention to him. when trialing to be his makeup artist, you brought him some tea to help with his throat. he asked you how you knew he liked that flavour, and you told him you saw him drink it last week. from then on, he had been stuck to you like glue.

the guy lets you do what you need to, staying as still as possible. but he opens an eye when you let out a groan. “what’s wrong?”

your fingers leave him face, almost taking all his warmth with you, as you crane your neck. “no, nothing. just hurts my neck.” you explain, hopping off the desk.

ivan blinks as you come closer to him, holding his chin in your hands to make him look up at you. you stood in between his legs, makeup brush in your other hand. ivan leans back in his chair, putting out his other leg as you come so close that his chest is nearly touching you.

“close your eyes again, okay?” you mumble out, going back to your work. you hold the back of his neck to soothe the position of his head, picking out a good colour for him. as you finish, you feel ivan’s warm hands place themselves on your waist, holding you in position. “is something wrong?”

“hm? oh, nothing.” he replies, brushing his thumb against the hem of your shirt. you shiver at the touch, hastily placing a hand on his to stop him. he opens his eyes again, seeing your flustered expression. a smile tugs at his lips. “are you alright?”

“y—yeah…” you mumble out, carefully taking your hand off his. you sigh out, trying to finish off what you needed to do. ivan is quiet, smile still on his face as you work. “okay. i’m done.”

your fingers leave his face. but you don’t get very far before he takes your hand in his. his lips press against your knuckles, gently and cautiously. you freeze up, holding your breath and staring at him. his other hand holds you in place, keeping you close to him.

he peers at you from his seat, a certain glint in his eyes. “thank you, y/n.” he mumbles against your hand.

you hold your hand close to your chest as he releases you. “what’s going on today, ivan? you’re more touchy than usual.”

“is that bad?” he asks, tilting his head.

“no, it’s not bad.” you explain, taking your brushes and putting them in the box. you could feel your face flushing, you couldn’t turn back to him. you knew he would be wearing that clueless smile. and you would be stammering for your words. “so, um… is this the only thing you’re filming today?”

“yes.” he replies, watching as you carefully put everything away. even in the mirror, you don’t look at him. “are you busy for the rest of the day?”

“no, actually. i’m heading back after this.” you say, grabbing your jacket and tugging it on. after taking a breath in, you turn to him. “i’ll tell them you’re ready.”

ivan stands up, running fingers through his hair before stepping closer to you, his hands finding your jaw. you freeze up, shivering under his touch. your lower back hits the desk, making you lay hands on the wood. he makes you feel like you’re going crazy.

“you’re gorgeous, you know.” he mumbles out, staring at you with piercing eyes.

“uh, thank you, ivan, i—hmph!”

he captures your lips in a single moment, holding onto your shoulder gently. your hands find his face again, caressing him as you slowly melt into him. your eyes flutter shut as his do, feeling overwhelmed with such warmth that you find yourself chasing after him when he pulls away.

ivan chuckles, leaning forward once more to peck you on the lips again. you open your eyes, stunned. “why did you—”

“i should go now, it’ll be starting in five minutes.” he says, checking the clock. ivan leans away, gathering himself and fixing his hair in the mirror behind you before moving to the door. he stops with his hand on the doorframe as it slides open. “i’ll see you after, okay?”

you nod your head slowly, gulping down your nerves.

“good.” he smiles, walking out of the room, “see you, y/n.”

↣ luka

“good job, luka.” you compliment him, waiting in the wings for him to come off stage. he pants, wiping sweat off his brow. you smile, holding pit a towel. “ready for makeup? full dress rehearsal today.”

“right.” he huffs out, patting his face dry. he follows you to his dressing room, feeling a little tired. “what have you been up to?”

“waiting for you.” you respond, opening the door and closing it behind him. he sighs, tiredly sitting in the makeup chair by the mirror. you blink at his state, walking over and placing a hand on his cheek. he stirs. “oh, luka… how much sleep did you get last night?”

“not much.” he groans, rubbing his eyes. you furrow your brows, retracting your hand. “it’s fine. let’s start.”

you blink at him before nodding, beginning your work. luka was probably the best one of your clients when it came to makeup, he cared a lot about his appearance, and he appreciated your work. the only difference with now is that he isn’t giving you some snarky remark or flirting with you through his eyes. he was genuinely sleepy.

“lift your head up higher, luka.” you say, taking the brush away from his face. he only hums out to you, eyes still closed. “luka.”

sighing, you step closer to him, taking his face in your hand and holding his chin up higher. he doesn’t make a sound, only leaning into your palm. “you seriously need to take a nap.”

“mhm.” he says, placing his hands on the back of your knees gently. you squirm in your spot, making him peer open an eye. “i have practice though.”

“it’s a shame.” you sigh, brushing your thumb against his cheek, “you look so pretty when you’re sleeping.”

“creep.” he mutter out.

you roll your eyes, moving the brush tip around his eyelids. he stills for a moment. “i think i overheard one of the producers saying you were losing your voice and that you’re on vocal rest.” you claim, “so shouldn’t you be keeping quiet?”

he nods his head at that after you pull away, his thumbs drawing on the sides of your legs. his blue fingers dance along your pants, listening to you move around. you were delicate with him, no matter how much trouble he caused you. the first time you did his makeup, he complained that he didn’t like it and refused to perform.

but now, he was astounded by how you carefully pat your thumb against his temple, as if soothing him.

“you’re much more bearable when you’re quiet.” you sigh, “it’s such a shame that you’ve got such a pretty voice, and you use it to be annoying.”

he furrows his brows, lifting his head away from you. his eyes open to see your smile. luka rolls his eyes at you, running fingers through his hair. you turn away to grab something from your bag, popping open the bottle and getting ready to use it.

“since you can’t talk, i’ll let you know that i was at mizi’s practice yesterday.” you explain, being careful not to smudge your work as it dries. luka lets out a small sigh. “she was telling me about how she misses homemade food. i told her that she and sua should come over to mine and i’ll make something for them.”

he peeps open an eye again, giving you a look. you raise a brow and sigh, “you said my cooking was good.”

you lift your finger from his cheek, applying the most palest pink you have on him by a loose brush. his skin was so smooth, making your job a lot easier since it wouldn’t take much to make him look presentable.

“it is.” he mumbles out, suddenly moving his arms to lay atop your hips. you sigh through your nose, annoyed at how he ignores his orders to keep quiet. “why’re you cooking for them? they don’t know how to?”

“i didn’t say that, luka.” you huff, pushing his hair off his forehead, “i actually heard from till that mizi is a great cook.”

“that boy only ever sings praises about her.” luka rolls his eyes. you chuckle, knowing he was right. the blonde hugged you closer to himself, cheek squished against your stomach. “what has she ever done to deserve it?”

“don’t be mean. so jealous, luka.” you say to him, smiling softly. he peers up at you before tilting his head.

“me? jealous of her?” he scoffs at you, shaking his head and pulling himself off of you. you were done anyway, now beginning to pack up you belongings. “that’s outrageous of you to say, y/n.”

“seems like it though.” you admit, shrugging your shoulders. when you turn back around to him, luka looks upset. he crosses his arms, pout playing on his lips as he stared at the ground. you sigh, patting his shoulder, “it’s fine, you’re still the world’s favourite human singer.”

“yeah.” he huffs out, barely audible.

you furrow your brows, leaning over and placing a plan on his shoulder. “look, you’re a great singer and you’re handsome. what more could you ask for?”

he mumbles, looking back at you, “do you like me?”

“of course i do.” you reply, scanning his face. he only gives you an unconvinced look. you roll your eyes.

leaning forward to him, you press a chaste kiss to his lips. he stills for a quick second, but soon enough you feel him melt against you. his palm rests against your cheek, pulling you closer. he feels warm when you hold yourself away just enough to kiss him.

his hair has always felt silky smooth. it brushes against your forehead, kissing your skin. his whole body felt like it was pouring itself into you. he wanted to belong.

you pull away before you ruin anymore of his makeup, blinking your eyes a few times at his dazed expression. “i like you, luka.” you say sternly, looking him dead in the eye, “i’m not lying. promise.”

luka thinks to himself for a moment before sighing and standing up. he looks back at you with the tiniest smile. “thanks, y/n.”

“good. now, let’s go. i’ll watch your rehearsals.” you say, patting his back as you walk him to the door. you fix his sleeves, smoothing out the creases.

“good luck, luka.” you chime, standing on the sidelines.

he stares at you for a moment before replying, “thank you.”

[harukyuu2]

hiii how are you? I hope you’re doing alright<33 So can you do a Nene Kusanagi!reader x Ivan, Till, and Luka hcs like I can imagine reader going behind characters back whenever there’s a stranger and someone they don’t know? and reader being shy towards people except character 😭🙏🏻

that’s all and ty take care!! ^^

୨♡୧ ▸ "A star that hides !!" - Ivan, Till and Luka x Shy!Reader

!! - Reader has the same personality as Kusanagi Nene, headcanons, Fluff, gn reader <3, tried to write Luka with more emotions like wiege(??, reader meet them as a child

༊*·˚Till ▸

☆ I think it was hard for you two to talk at first since Till isnt the most talkative one and with you being shy...he'd probably spy on you until you notice him!

☆ Once you two are close and you hide behind his back? Oh my god, he is exploding in all different emotions— feeling proud, embarassed, happy...

☆ If you dont want to talk, then he doesnt either. But he'd still do it for you— just dont expect a long conversation. Your Till isnt great with socializing either; he'd much rather the two of you avoiding people most of the time

☆ He finds solitary places for the two of you to stay and do whatever you prefer— even if, most of the time, you end up sleeping on his lap or playing a game your guardian gave you while he practices on his invisible guitar or composes a song

☆ Is quite amusing for him how youre not shy with him, so he encourages you to be like that on stage too! to try your best to win so you can stay on his back all you want

☆ At the end of the day, Till will try his best to keep you in a comfort zone. You two prefer to avoid Aliens and humans unless its necessary!

༊*·˚Ivan▸

☆ You wanna hide behind his back? Yeah, dont even ask, boy has been waiting for you to do it since ages— Its a dream of his since the first time he saw you

☆ Ivan talked and followed you everywhere as kids, until you just accepted him in your life! You picked his interest, now he forces himself in your space

☆ type of relationship: "This is reader, reader loves their personal space. This is Ivan, Ivan ALSO loves reader personal space!"

☆ No worries, he's got your back during conversations with other people. But sometimes, he'll drag you into them— partly to tease your shyness, partly because he wants you to overcome it. Being shy is a disadvantage on stage, and he doesnt like the idea of you losing

☆ Your personal translator for the Aliens when you dont feel like dealing with them. Just murmur to Ivan's ear that you dont feel comfortable talking and he will find a way out for you while handling the conversation

☆ Still, he doesnt like seeing you struggle with confidence since its a major risk for you— so he'll probably push you to overcome it with small training sessions and plenty of praise. Ivan loves patting your head!

༊*·˚Luka ▸

☆ You probably thought he hated you at first— the way he looked at you so directly as a child, with no emotion at all. Dont ask what kind of magic happened, but somehow, you made him laugh. And now, here you are, with a new friend— if you can call it that...

☆ No matter how silent the situation is between you two, Luka as a child stated youre his "favorite clone" and that you will stay on his side <3

☆ Hide behind his back? He finds it weird, but wouldnt refuse you to do it. If you wanna stay there, just do it! He may call you out on it but because he is confused by the action

☆ Still, he would take you to places where you have to be a little more confident since you have to learn and stop being stupid— you have to live even if it mean harsh words for you to get better at it

☆ Silent naps with you veeeeryyy far from the Aliens— even if it rarely happens and its not that far tbh, he enjoys it with his heart, more if the one sleeping is him and youre playing a videogame or composing

☆ If he could, he'd keep you in a jar— safe, always, and only for him! But since he cant, he does his best to keep you going, even if he's not sure how to praise or encourage you properly <3

[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

[sorinbds]

alien stage x reader characters who have very long hair

Sua and Till x reader with long hair

A/N:sorry if it's too short,sorry if there are handwriting errors, I don't have my glasses at the moment.

Till

Till is trying his best to give you a cute hairstyle.

She had to ask Mizi for help to learn how to style her hair, after many classes from Mizi she finally learned to braid her hair.

"Try not to move." He paused to grab a rubber band that was next to him. "I'm almost done."

You sighed at his request although he had been saying that for a while, you were already starting to fall asleep.

"Till" you complained as you closed your eyes. Till could be heard humming a song as he finished putting on the garter.

"Ready" Till said as he walked away to appreciate his hard work, his lips formed a smile and he took out a mirror that Mizi had lent him.

You turn to look in the mirror "you did a great job till" you say and then grab the boy's face between the palm of your hands and start planting a kiss all over his face.

Sua

With Sua you never have to worry about your hair since she has a lot of experience in it.

Sua always finds a new way to style your hair so you don't have to worry about wearing the same hairstyle every day.

Sua's face of concentration almost made you die of laughter but she didn't care, she continued combing your hair.

She ran the comb through your long hair one last time and smiled to herself, she was proud of herself for leaving your hair soft.

She made a sign with her hand for you to come to her "you know, I don't know what I would do if something happened to you" she said as she ran her fingers through your hair.

Since Sua had met you, her life had taken on color, she had found a person worth living for and she would make sure that nothing and no one would hurt

Since Sua met you, her life had taken on color, she had found a person worth living for and she would make sure that nothing and no one would hurt you.

[chaot1c0]

pain & heartbreak - till

tw: mentions of blood

not once did he ever notice you, even though he put you through pain time and time again, and you were even willing to go through it just for him.

till was constantly thinking about mizi, never you.

despite all the love you held for him, how you always waited on him, he never returned it once.

you would bring flowers to him when you were little, but you stopped when you saw them discarded as soon as he saw mizi. with your heart broken, you trudged over to a tree and cried your eyes out, hidden from sight.

despite having your heart broken, you couldn't stop. you hated how you loved him, hated how you were always overshadowed by mizi, hated how he thanked you half-heartedly to your compliments while stammering and blushing like a lovesick fool when mizi so much as talked to him.

he didn't stare at you for long, but when he thought nobody was looking, he stared at mizi. stared at her for long periods of time, with that look in his eyes that you could only hope would one day be directed at you.

accidentally, you'd get your hopes up when he seemed to be in a slightly good mood because he'd act the tiniest bit nicer to you. only for it to come crashing down when he gave you those looks that made you feel rejected.

you could only hope for the day when he finally looked back.

unfortunately, when he did, you weren't there.

you had finally looked the other way, and he was all alone.

there you were, on the stage against till. your attention was elsewhere as you directed all your feelings and emotions towards the song. your eyes didn't meet his for the first time, and for the first time, he felt a piece of your pain. the very pain that he had given you.

because even though you were a few feet apart from him, you felt like you were miles away. hell, even worlds apart.

you didn't feel like the person he knew you as. you felt new, different, and foreign. he didn't like how it felt, to no longer be the person who was the source of your affections.

and when you did finally look at him? there was hope in his eyes as you finally lifted your head, as you finally met his gaze for the first time that night.

that hope didn't last long.

your eyes looked different. they lacked that warmth he was so used to, the warmth he didn't know he had taken for granted.

it was then that he had realized that he should've looked back. should have noticed you, waiting for him this whole time. should have, before it was too late.

because now it was.

because now, you were just someone who didn't love him anymore.

those thoughts repeated over and over in his head as you collapsed, blood spilling from the side of your neck and abdomen.

you smiled at him weakly as the only thing he could do was stare, stare at your dying body that he couldn't bring himself to touch, stare at the very person that had so much love for him died.

the stage lights suddenly seemed too bright for him and he blinked, his eyes now meeting your lifeless ones. the ones that used to crinkle when you smiled or laughed, the ones that held so much love for him.

you were gone, and there was nothing he could do.

can you tell that I'm hopelessly in love with someone who's been giving me mixed signals but probably doesn't even see me that way anymore?

I didn't even know I could write angst till today ..