#red velvet wendy imagines

[tzuyusluv]

❥ Wendy Fluff Alphabet

Affection ⇒ Very affectionate, likes having her hands on you somehow

Beauty ⇒ she adores your nose. Sometimes she’ll turn your head to the side so she can see the side profile of it.

Cuddles ⇒ Likes to bury her head into your neck when you cuddle. She says that it’s calming and helps clear her mind.

Domestic ⇒ she loves being domestic with you. It’s something she knows that she could live with for the rest of her life.

Equal ⇒ A very equal relationship. She doesn’t like to take on more than what she usually does and she doesn’t like to leave you more than what you usually do.

Fiance(e) ⇒ She would subtly leave hints that she wants to be engaged. Like leaving her laptop open on an jewelry site, looking at the engagement rings. Though if you didn’t get it fast enough, she would ask you outright.

Gentle ⇒ Very gentle. She refuses to raise her voice at you and ever hurting you. She takes notes on what you don’t like and actively strays away from them.

Hugs ⇒ A big hugger. When you visit her in SM, she will run down to you and hug you tightly.

Inspiration ⇒ You inspire her to work harder. To be the best she can be in work, life and your relationship.

Jealousy ⇒ When she does get jealous, she just reminds herself that you always come home to her and that you only love her.

Kisses ⇒ She loves to kiss you when her face is buried into your neck while cuddling. She loves your reactions to it.

Love Confessions ⇒ She confesses her love by serenading you. Just singing love songs to you while cuddling, showering together, driving etc.

Mornings ⇒ Makes you breakfast and before you leave for work or school, she’ll give you a good morning kiss.

Nights ⇒ Very cuddly, especially after a long day at the studio. She will lay onto of you and just snuggle. She also needs to give you a goodnight kiss before going to bed.

Open ⇒ Very open with you but only after you get into a relationship. She’ll tell you about her idol life but only after she knows that she can trust you.

Patience ⇒ Patient when it comes to you. You would have to really piss her off to get her to lose her patience with you.

Quizzes ⇒ She does remember a lot about you. Though her favorites are your favorite memories that you tell her about.

Remember ⇒ Her favorite memory is you meeting her family for the first time. The fact you were welcomed into her family instantly made me cry and made it become her favorite memory.

Security ⇒ She likes to be protected more but if you need it, she will protect you like no other.

Try ⇒ She does try a whole lot. She listens to you and tries her hardest to learn some of your interests so you have someone to talk to about them.

Ugly ⇒ Her bad trait would be probably overworking herself. She does need some reminders that it’s ok to take a break once in a while.

Vanity ⇒ I wouldn’t say she’s obsessed with her looks but she does take good care of her skin and hair plus learn what makeup styles look best on her.

Whole ⇒ You are her other half. Whenever she’s on tour, she does need to talk to you everyday.

Xtra ⇒ When she first cuddled you, she was so flustered she couldn’t talk without stuttering.

Yuck ⇒ She doesn’t like when things isn’t reciprocated. Like if you didn’t help her with something after she helped you, it would really put her off.

Zzz ⇒ She sleeps in when she can and when she knows that she has a day off and you do as well, she will hold you into bed until you beg her or she feels ready to wake up.

[tokkiens]

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[alcoholfreenayeon]

Hi! Could I request a Wendy(Red Velvet) imagine where you two get into a heated argument and you end up taking off your wedding ring and throwing it at her before leaving the apartment you two share and after her initial shock she tries to go out and look for you…can you make it a happy ending please?🙏 thank you

Better Judgement

CW: Wendy x Reader, Angst, fluff

A/N: I’m so sorry! I know this is SO late😭

You were on your desk, annoyed because you had just gotten some more work assigned. Like you already weren’t doing enough. It’s not your fault that half of your coworkers are useless and can’t complete their tasks on time but somehow it’s your responsibility. You sigh and begin, already knowing it’ll keep you busy the rest of the evening and night which means you can’t spend time with your fiancée properly today as well. An hour later, you go to the kitchen to have a snack when you spot Wendy, sitting on the sofa looking upset, fidgeting with her hoodie restlessly.

“Everything ok baby?”, you ask taking a sip of your soda.

“You tell me…”, She said with a pout.

“Just work, they dumped some more on me…”, you rant.

“Why don’t you tell them it’s too much. You are only one person after all”, she suggests, feeling a bit more annoyed.

“It’s not that simple as that”, you point out.

“Of course it isn’t. Every single thing is complicated and unavoidable except me. I’m simple and can be put off for everything else.”, Wendy snaps, folding her arms and glaring at you.

You sigh, “No, it’s not like that. And you know that. It’s work”, you throw your arms up in frustration. “I can’t put it off like that but we can go on a date another day. It’s different. Why are you mad at for that. It’s not like I asked for it.”

“Because you rarely are here anymore. Always doing this or that and never taking a break. You are lost in your own world. You are here but you might as well not be with the way you have been the past month”, Wendy grumbled.

You clench your jaw, “I can’t help it if that’s the work I’ve to do. Not like you are always present either. Going off on your little trips and vacations. Concerts…Comebacks. Not every job is like being an idol. Some of us don’t work in a protected bubble.”

Wendy gets a pained look, “That’s not the case. You know I don’t think that. I’m only complaining because I generally don’t get this much free time and you are so busy in it.”

“How’s that my fault. Not like I was parading my boss to give me more work because I know you are free and have nothing to do.”, you snap at her.

“Stop being like this!”, Wendy says quietly, her voice quivering a little, “Fine then. If it’s that much effort for you to make a little bit of time with me then I won’t ask you anymore. Do what you like.”

“If I was able to do that do you think I’d be sitting here?”, you grumble.

“I don’t care anymore”, Wendy says with a shaky voice, “you just don’t care. I’m trying my best but…”, she looks at you, tears in her eyes.

You sigh, hating to see her this way, your heart aching. You want to hug and comfort her, tell her you are sorry but your pride isn’t allowing it. You felt like you were not in the wrong so then why did you have to be the one to make amends especially when you didn’t start this, “Yeah right, I don’t care…”, you say coldly, hating yourself the moment the the words leave your mouth.

She takes a shaky breath, trying her best to not cry, your words like daggers to her.

You turn back to your work, trying to leave this behind for now so you can cool off a bit before you decide what to do next to solve this argument.

“Atleast you are honest now”, she bitterly said as a single tear rolled down her cheeks.

You freeze and then slowly turn to her, clenching your jaw and gritting your teeth, your slowly take off your engagement ring and slam it at the table, “There. That’s what you want right? For me to go. I’ll do what you want then.”, you turn back and leave, walking angrily towards the door and leaving, slamming it shut.

Wendy stays still in shock, unable to register your words and actions at first and slowly breaking down as she realizes.

You storm out, walking aimlessly trying to calm yourself a little but you weren’t successful. It wasn’t fair at not. If you had your way you’d spend every waking moment with her. But unfortunately no one has that luxury and we all have to make do with what we have, trying our best. And evidently sometimes that isn’t enough.

You keep walking, sulking about till you reach a convenience store and walk in to get a snack. You buy your favorite chocolate and a soda before heading towards a nearby park. You find an empty bench and sit on it. You feel your phone buzz but you ignore it. You just wanted to be left alone right now. So you just sat and stared into the little pond, watching the birds while fighting with your thoughts and feelings. You didn’t realize how much time had passed until you noticed it was dark now. You sigh, noticing you haven’t had your chocolate yet so you take it out, tearing off the wrapper slowly. You are about to take the first bite when you suddenly think how Wendy always magically appears whenever you have chocolate. You almost smile and turn your head, expecting her to be there and just as quickly that burst of familiarity turns to dreaded pain. You take a small bite and fidget with your fingers, feeling even guiltier when you remember you had taken off your ring.

The chocolate doesn’t taste as sweet anymore and you just feel pained. You took out your phone to see a few missed calls and texts from her. Yet now your pride out of nowhere stops you from calling or texting her back even though it’s hurting not to. Frustrated by this confusion, you get up and take another quick walk, going up to a little hill nearby, it was a pretty spot but it gets pretty crowded in the day so you weren’t going there as much anymore.

As you look at the night sky, you decide you will go back home, apologize and try to make amends. Yes you weren’t completely at fault but if you had to be honest with yourself, then you were ready to take the blame for anything if it meant you and Wendy would stay together. You hated seeing her cry and instead of comforting her and explaining to her better, you snapped.

Lost in your thoughts, you feel a gentle tap on your back and turn to see an anxious looking Wendy standing nervously.

“H-hi.”, she said quietly, “I finally found you here the second time looking”.

You stay still for a moment, just looking at her and feeling guilty, the way she seemed excited yet hesitant to see you right now, the way she’s breathing harder than usual from walking uphill…god you just wanted to squeeze her so tight.

“Wendy, I’m sorry”, you suddenly apologize, hugging her tight.

She gasped softly from your embrace but then hugged you back tighter, “No I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have been so cranky and demanding. I’ve seen how hard you work everyday and I just felt annoyed at your boss for taking you away from me so much. But I ended up snapping at you. I’m so sorry. Please don’t be mad at me anymore.”

“I’m not. I can’t stay mad at you. I love you too much….I’m sorry took off the ring and I’m so sorry I made you cry.”, you say quietly, holding on to her like your life depended on it.

She looks at you, smiling a little, “thank you sweetheart, my heart feels lighter now. Let’s go home, I feel like it’ll get cold really soon…”

You smile and kiss her quickly, “Yes let us, I still have so much work left”, you tease with a poke.

Wendy sighs with a smile, “I swear, I’m gonna hit you with a pan.”

You chuckle, “You didn’t let me finish, I meant to say I have work left for tomorrow. Tonight is just for us to cuddle and watch a movie.”

“I’d like that so much…”, Wendy says happily, linking her arm with yours as you both walk back home, all of your troubles gone and just eagerness awaiting as you can’t wait to spend some real time with her.

[seultied]

ᝰ.ᐟ goodmorning! - r.v

pairing: red velvet (ot5) x reader (separately)

synopsis: waking up with red velvet

𓍢ִ໋ bae joohyun 배주현

irene is a early bird, not by choice. after all the years of taking care of yeri she can’t help but not. she is a very peaceful sleeper, so she doesn’t move around a lot. in the case she has no major plans, she admires you in bed. it’s the most natural state you can find a person in, and that’s her favorite state to see you in. no matter how messy your hair is, how wild your limbs are. she doesn’t wake you up to long after her. placing some kisses around your face to convince you. promising you more if you get up and brush your teeth.

𓍢ִ໋ kang seulgi 강슬기

seulgi is a slightly heavy sleeper. both of you wake up around the same time. whenever she wakes up it takes her awhile to adjust to whatever planet shes on. regardless she’s never unhappy to wake up to you. like irene she’s very fond of admiring you in your sleeping form or freshly woken up. she likes to get ready with you, doing skincare or sitting on the counter as she helps you wake up a little. the majority of the time she’s stopping you to give you kisses, how could she not? you’re just to cute!

𓍢ִ໋ son seungwan 손승완

wendy is unironically the clingiest when she’s wake up. most times she doesn’t fully get up without you up. between the both of you she always is up first, it’s just habit. she never immediately gets up. she likes to spend her time relishing you, even if your not aware. especially if she’s busy with a comeback, her most fond way of admiring you is when you’re sleep. any little moles, birthmarks, your lashes, the way your eyebrows moves when you stir awake makes her fall in love with you all over. gently caressing your cheek to coax you awake.

𓍢ִ໋ park sooyoung 박수영

joy is probably the most giddy to wake up with you. sometimes she gets so busy that she forgets what it’s like to wake up with you. on the occasion she’s not so busy and can wake up with you she’s happy! she’s quick to press kisses along your face and gently remove the blanket from you in hopes to wake you up. her morning hugs are always the best. she likes to cuddle you when you’re both awake, gently caressing under your shirt, her nails grazing against your back. more than likely you end up falling back asleep, you both wake back up about a hour later to really start the day.

𓍢ִ໋ kim yerim 김예림

yeri can’t be bothered to actually wake up to any alarm by choice. she’s fond on sleeping in and lying under the covers with you. most of the time you are the one to wake her up. if she does happen to wake up before you she sits for awhile. pondering on her day. then her teasing nature is quick to start and take pictures of your sleeping figure. she can’t help but giggle, so uncontrollably that it wakes you up. you are quick to attack her but she always apologizes quick to save her. claiming to delete, knowing she’s going to store them in a folder as blackmail. what can i say?

[seullovesme]

red velvet hcs » love languages

irene

- acts of service

irene loves to take care of you all the time. whenever you're stressed or overwhelmed, she'll prepare you your comfort food and make sure you eat knowing you already have a lot on your mind <3 she also checks the weather every time you plan on leaving the house so she can remind you to bring a jacket if it's cold or an umbrella if its raining. even if it's simple things like making sure your car keys are always by the front door so it's easier for you to find them, or sneaking extra snacks in your bag in case you get hungry when going about. it slowly becomes apart of her routine. she doesn't really do it to expect anything in return because she loved knowing she's helping you, but she does enjoy all the love and affection you give her all the time in gratitude of all she does for you.

you do try to return the favor though. when she's ill, you leave medicine and water on the bedside with a sweet note before you leave. if she's feeling cold at night, you'll give her the majority of the blanket and cuddle her to sleep. the things you do for each other are basically instinctual and they come so naturally, all formed by the love you shared. people may have seen it as chores or added responsibilities, but irene never thought of it as that and neither did you. you both–not always having the right words to express it–were happy knowing that there were little things you could do to show you cared.

seulgi

- physical touch

being able to be wrapped in your warmth makes seulgi so happy! she unconsciously longs for your touch whenever your not around, and when you're with her, she doesn't hesitate to hug you and hold your hands. you'll be laying on the couch and seul comes home exhausted, and immediately she starts walking to you. no words, she just lays on top of you and enjoys feeling your chest rise and fall on hers. when sleeping in the same bed, it's impossible to every be cold with your bear latched onto you. <3 she especially loves when you initiate contact. holding her face with both hands on her cheeks makes her smile instantly, and she really loves when you squish her cheeks when she's smiling. she always feels the need to be as close to you as possible.

she'll finish a performance and bolts backstage to find you. when she finally spots you sitting in her dressing room, she jumps onto you and hugs you like she hadn't seen you in weeks (it was more like a 2 days, but that's too long in seulgi land). she's just like a koala to a tree, never letting go. inevitably, she lets go so the staff can fix her up, but she can't go a few minutes feeling your touch and holds your hand as they work around the two of you. it was so reassuring for seulgi to feel you there physically and you knew that. it never bothered you in the slightest.

wendy

- words of affirmation

every day, she tells you that you're the best partner in the world. even after every fight or argument, she reminds you that her love for you never wavers. wendy also loves showering you in compliments. you'll be getting dressed, and she'll just sit there and watch you piece your outfit together. when you're done, she claps while saying something along the lines of "wow, i'm truly the luckiest girl in the world" or "i can't believe your all mine". she's a little cheesy with her lines, but she'd do anything to make that million dollar smile show on your face.

wendy not only likes giving words of affirmation but also receiving. sometimes, she gets self-conscious because of what people say about her. she comes home from work absolutely drained, on the verge of breaking down at the foyer, and you come rushing to greet her. once you see her in that state, you immediately know what to do as you put down all her stuff and drag her to your shared bedroom. you lay down and wrap her in your arms with her head under your chin, rubbing her back while telling her how proud you are of her. "i don't care what people think, you are amazing love. i've seen how hard you work, i'm so proud of you and i love you so so much".

joy

- receiving gifts

it's not that she wants you to spend your money on her or that she needs objects to represent your love; she just enjoys how much thought you put into picking out something specifically for her. it's never just random thing you think might please her, but things your time and effort go into. every time you bring her something new, you love seeing her face glow in happiness and her smile is enough to soothe any kind of stress or tension in your life. joy absolutely adores seeing you rave about how you came up with the gift idea as she sees and hears the love from within you.

her favorite gift of yours–which she must admit had some really close contenders–was the photo book you made for your anniversary. it was almost as thick as a dictionary, filled to the brim with cute pictures of the both of you. firstly, you got a crapload of photos printed at a print shop before cutting the hundreds of images into their own individual pieces. then, you very carefully glued each picture one by one in the many pages until there was no empty space left. she had it dead center on her shelf, and whenever she saw it, she was reminded of the love you held for her.

yeri

- quality time

yeri values her time and she never wastes it on anything unimportant. that's why it was either spent with her career, her family, her friends, and with you. all her time was invested in the things she loved most and you were apart of that list. she made sure the two of you didn't go a full week without at least two dates (one if your schedules were packed), and mainly it was because she needed it to stay sane in the midst of the chaos. just being with you took her mind away from her problems.

she loves having your absolute attention. she does receive a lot of attention from fans and all, but with you it was different entirely. you gave her love that she couldn't get from just anywhere, and the fact that you'd put down everything to just be in the moment with her filled her with a warmth only you provided. something simple like sitting on the sofa together and talking about you've been up to all the way to a fancy dinner where you're sharing stories over expensive foods, yeri just loves spending her hours with you.

[be-missed]

Find You Again (Drabble)

Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

(pictures not mine)

Summary: Four months post-breakup, Y/N "swiftly" moved on, entangled with a rising singer. Jenna, still raw from their shattered romance, covertly attended Y/N's performance at Coachella Valley Music. The echo of Y/N's new song sliced through her soul like a knife, reigniting her heartbreak with an unbearable intensity.

Warnings: curse words, notify me if there are any

A/N: This is a backstory. A new song released by Wendy, so listen to it if you can!

Song: His Car Isn't Yours // WENDY

Masterlist

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"Do you wanna go around to get some food?" Mia asked Jenna, obviously trying to get her away from the stage where Y/N will perform in a few. The both of you planned this; You will perform your first ever stage in Coachella while she watch you. But it turns out that the world has other plans for the both of you.

You broke up with each other four months ago, but you are now dating a rising singer for two months. It fucking hurt, really. It hurt Jenna so deep. She never heard from you after you dropped off her things in her house and she went away to do filming.

"No, uhm, you go ahead, I'm not really hungry" Jenna smiled timidly to her sister. Mia nodded and leaves Jenna alone at their spot, near enough to watch you clearly, but far enough to not be seen.

Five minutes later, the crowd are cheering for your opening song. Jenna was watching you sing, reminiscing those days where the both of you were in a studio and she was the only person that gets to hear your masterpiece. She wants to gatekeep you actually, she doesn't want anyone thinking that they wanted to be yours. Because you are only hers and she's only for you.

She remembers how she drives to your house, picking you up, driving fast in the highway and driving slow through the suburbs. She remembers how you were always waiting up in your driveway waiting for her car to park in front so that you can greet her. Jenna sometimes parks her car on the other side of the street just to surprise you, but hell she wonders how you still noticed where she is parked.

A tear fell from her eyes, she wiped it up fast, not wanting to be seen. She hates herself right now, she hates how she is so hung up on you while you were out there dating some dude. Jenna thought to herself, "Did some force take you because I didn't pray?" because if it did, right here, right now, she'll be on her knees begging that things aren't real and she's just dreaming.

Your voice break her thoughts when you said "So this song is for someone... that has been a part of my life. A big part actually." You bitterly smiled, Jenna saw the camera focused on you, it didn't go unnoticed that you were actually finding someone in the crowd. You continue to speak "So uhm, if you are ever here, this is for you."

Jenna is nervous, because it's either you sing a song about that dude or your gonna sing about her. But she doesn't want to get her hopes high, so she did some breathing exercises to ground herself when the intro of the song started.

You start singing the song, it was... a sad one. A song that is actually about you and her. The moon is taking over the sun making the venue a tad bit darker, making the fans lit up the flashlights on their phone.

You moved to the center of the stage, closer to the people that are watching you. Scanning every possible face that your low resolution eyes can see. Trying so hard to find Jenna, because she promised. She promised she'll watch your first performance in Coachella.

Am I supposed to find someone

Makes me feel how I felt?

I'm trying think it's time that

I try again with someone new

The stream of tears on Jenna's face is now continuous, no matter how hard she tried to stop herself, she just couldn't. No one knew the relationship that you two had, no one knew that the two of you are connected. The both of you are rising stars in each track that you take, but the both of you are still not famous enough to break the internet with some dating rumors.

Now it's eight o'clock and I'm waiting on

This good guy to come pick me up

I just wanna have a good night

He's pulling up, oh my God, I see the headlights

And he opens my door but his car isn't yours

It's not you anymore in my driveway

It isn't you drivers seat on the highway

It isn't you on your way every Friday

And I hate that it hurts that his car isn't yours, yeah

But that car isn't yours

No, his car isn't yours

Yeah

The bridge hit every part of Jenna's heart that screams your name, which absolutely every part of her entire being. After your break up, she just drive past your house just to see if you are awake, to see if your dining room light is on, or just to see you in your driveway waiting for her.

Now it's 2 AM, he just dropped me off

Asked if he could come in, I told him maybe not

Then he asked what he did, I said that nothing's wrong

It wasn't your car

The song ended in a sad beat with you thanking everybody on your team, the festival, and the audience that watched you. Sad to say, you ended your set with a broken heart. You were happy, of course, being able to perform on a big music festival with a lot of people that can support you and listen to your music. But Jenna wasn't there, you didn't see Jenna standing on her spot, rooted there like she was planted.

But that car isn't yours

No, his car isn't yours, mmm-mmm

Eh-yeah, mmm, yeah

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A/N: Chapter 3 is not still finished but here is a drabble for Find You Again. If you have any drabble ideas for Find You Again, just send it! Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it!

[seulgiwifeee]

What Shall I Do || Wendy

♡ Member: Gangster*Wendy x Nerd*Femreader

♡ Theme: Fluff, SOME angst (like the TEENIEST bit)

♡ Warning: Cussing, Wendy low key likes to be praised ? :0, she just wants to impress you :(, detailed make-out session (hehe), <<<a TAD bit suggestive during it, slow burn I guess? But it's worth it I promise ⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝

♡ Description: The troubling girl that Wendy is has found herself falling for the girl who couldn’t be anymore opposite of her. She decides she wants to act upon her feelings, but she doesn’t know how she’ll be able to successfully approach you until she walks past that tutoring flyer that’ll change everything.

Word count: 9.2k (I got carried away..LOL)

(Genuinely didn’t know what to make as the title so I just put the title of a song I thought would go good with reading,, #stream What Shall I do by Hoody and all of her other songs ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷)

All idea credits go to the amazing @wendyslegalwife ‘s request ⸝⸝ɞ̴̶̷ ·̫ ‹⸝⸝ ♡ !!

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How could people so polarly opposite ever make things work out between them?

Wendy questioned that each time she'd catch herself staring at the beauty of Y/N, muttering stubborn curses at herself when she'd realize you were making her lose focus and blush in front of her clique for simply existing around her.

They would try to poke sly teases at Wendy, asking her whom she was giving 'lovey-dovey' eyes to, as they'd say, but the sharp turn of her threatening eye was enough to shut them up and make them uninterested quickly.

But anyway, the question still stands—what was so enticing about you?

Why did Wendy have to like you?

You, Y/N L/N, out of everyone in this school?

There was nothing special about you.

You were just a huge distraction and if anything Wendy shouldn't have even been acknowledging your existence.

You're a nobody!

She had better things to focus on and you're not even her type!..

..Or so that's what all her stubborn mind used to tell her.

Now, there's no denying the heady effect that your presence alone has on her each time you enter the classroom. Wendy's the first person to even notice your appearance, and without fail each time, her eyes stay glued onto your figure until her conscious snaps her out of it or if one of her friends nudges her to back to reality.

Was it the way you spoke with your honey-sweet voice any time you answered a question?

The alluring look you'd unknowingly eye your teacher with when you were focused on the information she would share during discussion?

Or how Wendy thought you looked so nerdy-cute from how your large glasses would sit propped down on your nose, practically sliding off, and how your tongue just slightly poked out from the side of your mouth each time you were fixated on completing an assignment?

Or maybe it was all? (It was)

Despite whatever reasoning it could've been, all that Wendy knew in conclusion was that she wanted— No, needed you. Badly.

But she's the most feared girl at the school, along with her little gang. Everyone, plus the teachers and staff members, is scared of or intimidated by Wendy. Yes, including you too.

How could Wendy get with someone who flinches every time she walks past them or nervously looks away when they dare to steal a glance at her for any longer than a split second?

It's not like she's some kind of bully or has ever done anything to you; she'll only become aggressive if someone purposely does or says something to her or her friends to piss her off, and that is when things can get scary, so other than that Wendy's nothing more than a harmless (-ish) troublemaker if no one tries to mess with her.

But unfortunately, the damage of her aggressive and intimidating past actions has left too much of a dent into the school's atmosphere for people not to be uneased by her, and all the fear that's been instilled in everyone's minds is practically irreversible for her to suddenly try acting all soft, thinking that could make people in any way forget the girl she's shown herself to be for last few years.

And aside from the rough image she has to put up with, she knows that you on the other hand probably wouldn't even try giving her a chance to date you.

Like come on, you, Y/N, the girl who makes straight A's, never skips class, avoids drama at any cost, actually cares about her studies, and is probably the sweetest person in this school just to end up with Wendy; this little delinquent she knows that you probably portray of her as who can flip the mood just by walking into a classroom with the wrong look on her face? Not a chance.

But that dismissive thought doesn't deter Wendy because no matter what, she will still do what she can to show you, to prove to you that there's more to her than just the edgy facade she shows on the outside.

It's just.. how will she be able to show it?

She already knows that she can't casually walk up to you because either you would take that as a threat and run away before you'd allow her to get a single word out, or she wouldn't last more than two words into the conversation before you'd run away from the bubbling fear and anticipation. So either way you're going to end up running away.

Okay.. so how will Wendy be able to approach you that doesn't end up with you running away?

Maybe she could find someone who could give her your number and then you two could try messaging?

Never mind, she knows that would just creep you out even more.

Okay, no message, now what?

With each new idea Wendy comes up with, she has to scratch it out because it's either bound to not work or there's just that one flaw that completely ruins it.

Soon, that brain fog kicks her in the ass hard and she can't figure up any new ideas. It doesn't break her determination, of course, she's too prideful for that, but she's definitely losing her patience.

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Wendy walks down the hallways with her usual mean mug, clearing the path of nervous and startled people just by walking near them.

She steps past the bulletin board filled with posters of the school's weekly news, not minding any business to them until she suddenly pauses and makes a rewind back to a little certain flyer that catches her attention from the corner of her eye.

"After school tutoring with a buddy!" is printed in bold blue letters on the poster.

Wendy takes time to read more into it, finding out that the school's top students have joined together to host this little tutoring program to bring students with struggling grades to stay after school so they can get help on understanding their course better and getting their grades up. The person signing up can also choose who they want as their tutor and, surprise surprise, you just so happened to be one of the top students involved with this.

This is perfect. If you end up tutoring Wendy then she can finally have an excuse to approach and start some form of conversation with you, and you wouldn't even have any choice but to talk with her!

But the only downside to this is that you're tutoring for the math section. Wendy can't stand math for the hell of it, that's by far her weakest subject and just one look at her grades can be backed up as evidence to prove it. Also, the spots are very limited since it's only around fifteen students who'll even be tutoring, and there's also another student who's tutoring for math, so it's not even guaranteed to Wendy that she'll end up with you as her tutor if someone doesn't get to you first or if she'll even manage to turn her papers in time before all the tutoring spots, in general, are taken.

And again, she just doesn't want to deal with anything math-related.

But.. whatever it takes for her to talk to you.. she'll just have to push herself through it and risk these chances.

Once she gets the papers, she fills them out and turns them in as quickly as she can, determined to seal her spot with you, and impatiently lives the day on and she waits for the upcoming Friday to find out whether or not she makes it in.

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The exact moment as Wendy arrives home from school that Friday afternoon, looking down to check her phone as the time changes from 4:59 pm to 5:00 pm on the spot, she grins widely once that confirmation email pops up in her notification bar, letting her know that she's eligible for the tutoring and that you've been assigned to be her tutor. 

Well.. Of course, Wendy got accepted so easily, it would've been incredibly stupid on the school's part for her not to be; the second the administrators received her filled-out papers she was the first student they even signed up for the program. And really.. if the school could've, they would've tried to sign her up for more tutoring other than just math.

Wendy's small moment of happiness, though, is lifted momentarily once the sheer realization dawns on her, the remembrance of certain things said in the tutoring flyer and the things she'd have to face that she didn't take into account earlier all floods back into memory.

She's in tutoring. Tutoring.. meaning she's going to have to be associated with a bunch of other dumbos and idiots.

Also, tutoring sessions are supposed to be happening after school in the cafeteria.

Everyone.

All at the same time.

It doesn't matter to her that the tutoring is one-on-one or if everyone's going to be spread out in their own "private" section of the cafeteria, she can't be seen in front of all these people receiving help. She knows she doesn't actually plan on taking the tutoring seriously since it's just a tactic to get closer to you, but no one's going to catch on to that from the bare eye! They're just going to see Wendy as a weakling!

She can't let that happen.

She hurriedly types out an email to Mrs. White—the vice principal and head person in charge of this program—asking if there are options to tutor somewhere else, and not too long after, she responds back suggesting that you two could tutor separately from everyone else in one of the empty classrooms, but that solution is not good enough for Wendy.

She needs the two of you to be alone, somewhere more private than that.

Matter of fact, she doesn't even want to be on school grounds when you two are having your sessions.

Wendy writes again, asking in desperation if it's possible she and you could work off campus, but all Wendy's told is that the first session has to be done on school grounds, just so everyone can be monitored and can be seen if there needs to be any switching around and other nonsense Wendy didn't care to finish reading about.

Although.. Mrs. White at the end did say that after the second or third session, she'd see what she could do for you two regarding this, but Wendy knows that "I'll see what I can do" bullshit 99% of the time usually means there's nothing that can be done.

Well, that's great.

Wendy's nowhere near satisfied with this, but again, if she wants to get closer to you, then she'll just have to deal with this nonsense.. she supposes..

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Sooner than Wendy can even realize, the day finally comes.

She never realized how much she'd really been anticipating this day until the final dismissal bell of the day rang, her heart dropping as everything suddenly hit for her to process; she can't tell whether she's more excited or nervous.

As she exits the classroom, her little gang is confused once they see her creeping the opposite way of the exit and all begin to question her.

She makes up a quick lie along the lines of needing to go to the bathroom and that all of them could just go ahead and leave since she'll catch up with them later. And like the airheads they are, they somehow believe her, not even giving her any further questions before they go on and leave campus.

Wendy lets out a sigh of relief and once they're far out of her peripheral, Wendy quickly speeds down the hallways, not caring one bit if she bumps into anyone, and hides around a secluded corner in the science building. She makes sure to keep herself hidden from any lurking eyes, continuously checking the time on her phone to see if it's anywhere close to the time yet for the tutoring.

"Hurry up.." she mutters impatiently looking down at the time and tapping her finger on the wall behind her as she keeps an alert eye out to make sure no one's walking near her.

The slow minutes tick by and it only serves to heighten Wendy's anticipation, but after what feels like forever she looks back at the time and sees that it's just five minutes past the time tutoring was officially supposed to begin.

She finally curves out from the corner, quickly peeking her head out to make sure the coast is clear before she marks her way toward the cafeteria doors. She takes in a deep breath, clenching her fists to her sides before she brings herself to open the doors.

As Wendy steps inside, she looks around at all the people inside getting situated with each other. Lingering near the entrance, some people sitting around spot her there and a quick change of emotion from their once cheery, talkative expressions is noticed—Fear.

Of course..

Wendy rolls her eyes at them, unbothered, and walks towards an area where there's a group of people sitting, assuming that's where she should be sitting too.

She sits at the end of the table and immediately buries her head into her phone, not wanting to draw any attention to herself, which honestly she knows is pretty useless since her classmates can very well still see her and are very well terrified and confused about why she's here.

Wendy feels an abrupt shift in the table as she watches her phone and looks in the corner of her eye to notice everyone scooted further away from her. She scoffs, putting her attention back to her phone and muttering under her breath, "Losers."

Everyone around Wendy joins with their tutoring partners as she restlessly continues to wait for you. She can feel cold sweats trickling down her forehead as her hands begin to shake. Wow, you were the one making Wendy nervous. Only could you ever do that to her.

She continues to distract herself scrolling through her social media until she notices a pair of feet approaching her and hears a small voice speak out. "Uh.. Wendy?"

Wendy looks up, her heart skipping a beat as she meets eyes with no one other than you. But her demeanor clearly doesn't show her nervousness, seeing as you cling tighter to your notebook in a tense stance.

Wendy quickly softens her features once she notices your uneasiness and tries her best to play a sort of soft, inviting smile instead. "Y/N?"

You nod your head hesitantly, not fully trusting the sincerity in Wendy's smile, and look down at your notebook.

"So.. looks like I'm tutoring you," you mumble with a blatant tone of awkwardness, placing a piece of hair behind your ear as Wendy nods along.

"Which table would you like to work at?" you ask, trying your best to mask the edging fear layered behind your voice with a fake smile.

Wendy's eyes spark up and she suddenly stands up from the table, causing you to flinch and instinctively take a step back.

"Actually, I was told that we were allowed to study alone in one of the unused classrooms."

Your pupils dilate instantly just at the mere thought of being trapped alone with Wendy. It was already bad enough that you were chosen by her to be her tutor buddy, but now she wants you two to be isolated from everyone just to where she could do god knows what, whether it's something to you or someone else? This is like asking for death.

"Uhh.. are you sure you wouldn't just like to study over there somewhere?" You gesture your finger towards a different direction in the cafeteria in hopes of changing her mind, but her plan stays firm as she shakes her head.

"And be stuck seen in here with these losers? It's already degrading enough for me just having to sit at this table, you're real funny if you think I'm staying over here any longer." Wendy walks past you without warning, heading towards the exit.

"B-But.." you call out weakly as she walks further away. You mutter a curse under your breath, holding in a deep breath before you push your legs to reluctantly follow after the troubling girl.

You guys walk down the empty hallways in silence, an awkward tension very noticeably stirring up between you two as you try your best to avoid eye contact, maintaining a fair distance while Wendy struggles to think of how she can spark up a flowing conversation.

After a few turns searching around the hallways, you two find a vacant classroom. You open the door with your key, but Wendy still somehow manages to get a hold of the door before you, holding it open as her hand gestures for you to go inside. You quirk a brow but nod your head in a simple gratitude as you step inside. The further you walk inside, the more you start to regret signing up to do this tutoring program.

You really don't want to be alone with Wendy. You don't understand— Well, you do understand why you're so unsettled around Wendy because of obvious reasons, but it's not like Wendy's ever done anything to you specifically. She's never hit you, threatened you, or given you a dirty look.. Shit, you're not sure if you've even spoken to her other than today.

And if you're being honest with yourself, you know you're only scared of her because of all the rumors that's been passed around. Because truth be told, you've never really seen her in action before with your own eyes.

So why is your body giving you symptoms that make you seem like you're so terrified of her?

Why is your heart beating in erratic patterns even while she's not doing anything to you?

Maybe you don't trust her?

Yeah, that's it. You just don't trust her.

You sit at one of the tiny desks and Wendy pulls a chair out from another desk, setting it across from you. As she pulls out her phone you look back down at your clipboard. "Alright, so you need help with algebra 2 I see.." you mutter and Wendy hums unenthusiastically.

"Do you have any homework assignments that we can look over?" you ask, but she shakes her head muttering a quick "nope."

"Well, do you have any note—"

"Nope," Wendy says bluntly, interrupting you before you can barely finish your sentence.

"Do you have anything algebra-related in your binder?"

Wendy shuns you with another sharp “no.”

You sigh with disappointment, though you're not surprised, mumbling an awkward "okay" and flip through your work folder. "Well, that's okay because I have some worksheets in here that we can work on together, so—"

"—Hey," Wendy cuts in again, a little more aggressively than she had intended. Your ears perk up from the sudden, harsh interruption as your heart begins to gradually pick up its pace again as you hold your breath. "Yes?"

"You know, this is our first day of sessions. Don't you think we should get to at least know each other better so that we can get more comfortable working with each other?"

Oh, you're pretty sure you know Wendy well enough.

"Um.. I guess?" you mumble with uncertainty.

Wendy smirks and leans back into the chair, grunting as she stretches out her arms. Your eyes narrow down for a split second, noticing the shiny belly piercing adorned on her toned stomach as her dress shirt slightly lifts. Cute.

"So.. I already know we have each other's names established by now—me, Wendy, you, Y/N," Wendy says and you nod.

"So then, Y/N, tell me some things about yourself so that I can get to know you better."

"Just anything?" you ask and Wendy nods.

What is this, an interrogation? Why would Wendy care anything about you? Was this all just a distraction so that you two couldn't start on any work? (Yes, it definitely is)

"Um.. Uh.." you don't know what to start with or say first because, well, what are you supposed to say when you're put in such a sudden and awkward position?

"Come on. Just tell me the basics, like what's your favorite color?" Wendy says trying to help by giving you some ideas.

"Umm, my favorite color is blue."

Wendy nods, biting her lip. "Me too.. What's your favorite candy?"

"I like any sour candy," you state simply.

Wendy hums with the subtle nod of her head again. You continue for the remaining minute answering Wendy's questions about yourself, but you suddenly begin to stumble on your words, avoiding eye contact each time you speak as her piercing gaze bores into you in a somewhat intimidating way.

"Yeah, I have a younger sister and she.. she.." Wendy's resting bitch face is in full play and it does nothing but intimidate you. Her dull eyes pierce into the depths of yours, an impassive look's glued to her face as the corner of her lips is hung downturned.

Wendy's clueless about your fear because this is only her focused face, she's taking the time to study each and every one of your intricate features. She can't control the way her features curve, she doesn't even notice her facial language looks threatening in any way right now, but once she sees how uncomfortable you've suddenly gotten she quickly realizes and softens her expression again.

You still don't say much, avoiding eye-to-eye and staring down in your lap.

Wendy frowns and taps her acrylic in front of you to grab your attention. You look up, breath slightly shaky as you lock eyes with her once again.

"Hey, I know this is kinda awkward having to work with me n' stuff, and I know you're probably scared of me, I can't really blame you, I guess, but I swear I won't do anything to you.

Besides, it's not like you've ever done anything to piss me off, so there's nothing to even worry abbot. I promise I won't bite." There's a hint of humor to her words.

You look into her softened eyes and for once, you seek a little comfort. You notice your muscles have tensed down and you sense a small truth to her words. Still hesitant, you mutter an "okay" before you and Wendy continue this little get-to-know-each-other thing, you gradually loosening up and getting more comfortable the more you talk with her.

You and Wendy end up not getting any worksheets done or even starting on anything.

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You sit alone in the classroom, your patience gradually wearing thin as you wait for Wendy to arrive for your next meet-up.

It's nearly been seven minutes past the time the session was originally supposed to begin and Wendy still hasn't shown up or answered any of your questioning text messages regarding where she was.

You lean back in the chair, your feet propped up on the desk as you scroll through your phone to pass the time quickly. After another three minutes or so, Wendy finally arrives with a plastic bag in hand.

She sits in the seat already propped out for her and places her belongings down. "Hey!"

"Hi," you mumble. "You're twelve minutes late."

"My bad, my bad. Just had to go to the store real quick." She lifts the plastic bag, pulling out two water bottles and two bags of candy.

She slides one of the bags and a bottle over to you. "Here."

You never asked her to bring you anything.

You look down and see a bag full of blue raspberry gummy bears all coated in that sour sugar.

Coincidence?

Wendy brought you a bag of blue, sour candies right after you told her the other day that your favorite color was blue and your favorite types of candy were sour?

Maybe you're thinking too much into it since Wendy also bought herself the exact kind of gummies, but your intuition was right because Wendy was, in fact, doing this on purpose. You didn't know it, but this was her subtle way of showing her affection towards you.

You soon noticed a pattern as your sessions continued; Wendy would distract you with questions about yourself, never letting the two of you do any real work, and then the next session she would gift you small things that were or resembled your likings you would've mentioned the day before.

She would be slick about it too because she would never bring attention to the gifts, she would just hand them to you, never bring it up afterward and then continue her distraction question any time you would even think about saying the word algebra.

You can admit, you do appreciate the small gestures from Wendy, but you did not sign up for the two of you to just sit around hanging out and doing nothing productive.

You only volunteered to tutor, not to waste an hour out of your day making conversation with someone who's not even your friend. You might not be scared of her anymore now but you're just barely starting to settle your comfort around her.

You two have already had four sessions now and haven't gone far with anything. The most "work" Wendy's probably done so far is glance at a worksheet..

But you have to hurry up and get some sort of progress in because if the principal finds out you two have just been dilly-dallying the entire time then they won't hesitate to remove you from the program.

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Wendy makes her appearance very known as she busts into the classroom with a mischievous smile, late as usual, and plops down into her seat haphazardly. "Hey, so what's your—"

"We're doing work today."

The charm in Wendy's eyes darkens and her smile fades almost instantly from your sudden interruption. "What?.."

You slam your folder in the middle of the desk and slap a blank worksheet on top of it. "I said, we're doing work today."

Wendy narrows her eyes at you, quirking a brow. "Okay well, it's Friday. So that means today's technically a free day so really we can just start working on assignments next week—"

"—No, Wendy!" you state firmly, making sure to amplify the harshness in the tone of your voice. Your eyes widen slightly as you surprise even yourself with your use of assertion, it's a foreign concept to your usual sweet nature, but you narrow them down back seriously. "If you continue to goof off instead of completing any of your assignments then I'm going to have no choice but to cancel our sessions and find another person to tutor for."

Wendy's taken aback slightly by your change in tone, her impassive expression slightly making you uneasy since you can't tell what she's thinking or how she'll take this, but she doesn't try to fight your words and just ends up sighing, resting her cheek into her palm as she looks off with disinterest. "K.."

Concealing your feelings with a smile, you nod as a wave of relief washes over you, inhaling a jagged deep breath after you had unknowingly held in your breath again and pointing to the first problem on the sheet.

"This is a pretty simple problem to start with. Do you think you can try this out for me?" you ask with a forced tone of enthusiasm just for Wendy to shrug nonchalantly. "I guess."

You hand Wendy one of your pencils and slide the sheet closer to her. "Remember, I'm here for a reason, so whatever step you may get stuck on just ask about it."

Wendy gives you a single nod without looking up at you and stares down at the worksheet, all the numbers and wacky symbols already giving her a headache. Math.. God, the one thing she was trying to avoid doing.

After a minute of Wendy just staring at the paper, not even attempting to jot anything down, you tilt your head. "Do you need any assistance?"

Wendy groans. "No.. No. I'm fine! Just.." She grits her teeth, airing in aggressive breaths as her grip on your pencil intensifies until she punctures the sharp tip of the pencil into the paper, the lead slightly crumbling underneath the force as a tiny hole is formed. Oh no, she's getting stressed.

"Wendy seriously, I—"

"—I got it. Okay?!" she snaps, smoke practically blazing out from her ears. You flinch back from the aggressive tone, just nodding and deciding to stay silent, not wanting to irritate her any more than she already is.

You watch closely as Wendy sketches random lines and numbers, erasing them all and rewriting different ones just to erase those ones as well. Her mind cascades into a whirlwind of panic as the pressure starts to weigh down further on her, beginning to hurriedly jot down random stuff in the hope it will form some sort of sense and refresh her memory.

Wendy doesn't know a single thing she's doing. She never pays attention in her classes, especially not math, so this girl can't even grasp an idea of how to start these stupid equations.

And now she's in front of you, looking like a dumbass as she struggles with a problem that's supposedly supposed to be one of the easiest.

Wendy knows most people look down upon or think lowly of her when it comes to her smartness and knowledge in the core subjects, and of course, she's been one to never give a fuck about their opinions because she can just fight anyone who dares to speak about it, but it's different now that she's stuck in front of you struggling on basic problems, feeling your piercing eyes never leave her.. It makes her feel smaller. Dumber.

Heat radiates off Wendy as her cheeks flush a bitter, crimson red, and her face contorts into a grimace as her mind turns foggy. She's absolutely reached her limit now. She throws your pencil across the room, you ducking sideways just in time, and she buries her face into her palms, groaning in almost a screech and roughly pulling down on the sensitive skin of her face.

"Wendy? What's wrong? What are you struggling with?" you quickly glance down at her paper, seeing all the eraser markings and random numbers.

"Fuc— Everything! I don't fucking know any of this x and y shit!" Wendy blurts out, panically running her fingers through her hair as her face hues a darker red from stress and embarrassment, maybe even shame. "I—I—"

"—Wendy, calm down. Look at me."

She hesitantly lifts her head until you two lock eyes. You bore your vision far into the depths of her dark eyes, frustration clearly displayed outside, but there's also a newfound look of vulnerability you notice as you search deeper—something you've never seen Wendy express.

"I feel so stupid, Y/N.. I-I just don't know what to do," Wendy admits sheepishly, her eyes wavering as she looks down with a burning shame.

"Wendy.. it's okay to not know everything. That's the reason why you were put in tutoring in the first place—so I can help you. (Well..)

There's no need to push yourself down." You reach out to lightly place your hand on her arm but quickly pull back once she stares at you again with her sharp gaze.

Man, now you're talking to Wendy like this? Never has she felt so little, showing this side of her vulnerability to someone, especially to you. But in a way, despite how bashful she may feel right now, there's still a comfort she feels in admitting her weakness to you.

"Come on, look at me," you encourage. She looks back at you and sighs.

"I'll promise to go easy on you and make sure you understand this well enough, you just have to stop avoiding it."

Wendy tenses down and nods. "Okay.."

You smile and pull out your folder again. You pull out a note packet and place it in front of her. "Okay, let's start with refreshing our memory with the basics."

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To both of your surprise, there was a upgrade in progress from Wendy after the next few tutoring sessions.

No, it wasn't and still isn't an easy flow teaching Wendy when you're basically starting from the bottom, but at least you could tell she was actually trying, putting in some kind of effort. Although she still managed to sneak in some distraction questions to steal some minutes of your time; there was just no way Wendy was going to make it through an entire hour doing nothing but work, especially in her most hated subject. Even if it's with you.

She also continued to give you small gifts of the things you liked at the beginning of your sessions and you would still humbly accept them.

"Is this right?.." Wendy asks as she nervously slides the worksheet toward you.

She bites her tongue in anticipation as she watches you inspect her work. You look back over to her with a soft smile and nod. "Mhm, you did this perfectly!"

Wendy's eyes immediately light up, biting her lip as she tries to suppress a smile.

You've also been very observant of Wendy recently. Very.

Her actions, and the way she reacts to certain things.. One thing specifically you've noticed was the way her eyes perk up anytime you're pleased with an equation she solves correctly. She genuinely gets so giddy and smiley, it's almost like she's happy to make to proud.

Or the look of contentment on her face whenever you'd flash her an assuring smile, letting her know that it was okay for her to make mistakes whenever she'd start to become hard on herself.

You've also noticed other things.. Like her piercing obsession.

Both of her ears are pricked with piercings from the bottom to the very top; it almost seems like there's a new one placed in every other session! She has a belly piercing that you've already noticed during earlier meet-ups, a nose piercing, a lip piercing, a tongue piercing?!

And sometimes when she.. free balls it, you catch yourself looking down at her chest and noticing piercings in a little certain area you're too ashamed to admit you enjoy staring at. But hey, you only stare back when they look at you first!

As more time went by, you started to realize that even on days when you two weren't having your sessions, all the images of Wendy's piercings stayed engraved in your mind.

You weren't shy to admit, they were sexy and you did believe they made Wendy more of an attractive person.

But maybe that wasn't the only thing that you felt made her attractive..

Maybe it was the flow of her husky voice every time she spoke, the plumpness of her dark red lips moving keeping you transfixed.

Or maybe it was all the silver rings adorned on her slim fingers clacking against one another.

Or the comforting vanilla musk that trailed her every which way she went, although you did think it didn't really match her vibe.. But maybe that was what you thought made you find it more attractive.

Maybe it was the curve of her slender nose or the contour of her defined cheekbones. Her perfectly smokey makeup or the thick bangs that just barely covered the edge of her eyes as she carefully gazed at you with that look she'd shoot you with each time she was focused on listening to you talk.. the way she'd slowly lick her lips and ever so lightly bite the bottom of her lip.. every 'mhm' she hummed and the gentle nod of comprehension that'd come right after when you would ask her if she understood what you said..

Maybe.

Maybe.. you not only thought these qualities made her an attractive person.. but that these were the specific things that made you attracted to her.

Maybe the flutter in your heart every time you would catch yourself around her all this time wasn't actually out of fear or of not trusting her, but because deep down you were falling for her and that you subconscious was just trying to dismiss those feelings..

And just maybe.. you need to stop thinking 'maybe' to all of these things when you know it's all true.

You can't even try to deny it.

There's no 'maybe' anymore.

You are crushing hard on Wendy.

And normally you would shame yourself for having these feelings, falling for someone like Wendy out of everyone, but there's something about this side of her she's been showing you for the past few weeks and her charms that doesn't make you feel any regrets for feeling this way and only drags you deeper into her love trance

You and Wendy are basically flirting with each other in your sessions now.

She tells you jokes to make you blush, you stare at her in ways that you know will get a bright flush out of her, you two give footsies under the desk, you two bring each other snacks, sharing them, you two just blush at each other when you're not even doing anything!

There really is no hiding it, at this point.

Anyone with vision can clearly see you two want each other.

And you weren't stupid, though maybe a little obvious at first, because as more sessions went on you quickly caught on and realized that all of Wendy's gestures since the very beginning were all planned out and were done with the intent to win you over. And it was working.

Wendy on the other hand still wasn't sure whether or not you were feeling her.

Obviously, she could see the difference in your comfort level with her from the beginning of your sessions to the present, but what if you were only seeing her as friend material at most?.. which of course isn't true because you know you like Wendy, but as long as you don't confess it to her then she won't ever be sure.

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"Okay, solve this last problem for me, and then we'll be done for today," you tell Wendy as you point to one of the unanswered problems sitting on the worksheet.

Wendy nods, beginning to write away, and after no more than two minutes she hands you back the sheet. "Is this right?"

You scan her work and with a simple smile you lift your gaze back to her, humming a gleeful "Yup!"

Wendy blushes and applauds mini claps as she grins widely. "Finally. We're done!" she celebrates, springing up from the seat and picking up her bag.

You follow along with her, gathering all your belongings and putting them up before you throw your bag over your shoulder and follow Wendy out of the classroom, promptly locking the door afterward.

"So, where are you headed to once you leave?" Wendy asks as the two of you strut down the empty halls side by side, barely an inch of distance between you two.

You roll your eyes slightly with a chuckle. "Why do you ask me this every day when you know what my answer's going to be; home."

"Oh yeah.." Wendy mumbles as you roll your eyes again playfully. "So, what are you gonna do when you get home?"

"Study," you tell her simply and she fake gags, muttering "nerd" which results in you playfully shoving her side as you two fall into a mirth of laughter.

As you two exit the building, you feel a sudden buzz come from your phone. You look down and immediately frown, seeing as your mom just now had given you a heads up that she wasn't available to pick you up from school today.

Wendy hears your groan and turns to you. "What?"

"My mom can't pick me up, now I have to order an Uber.." you mutter, crossing your arms.

"Orr.. you could just let me take you home," Wendy blurts in a suggestion, holding her hands up as she holds a shrugging stance. "Just saying."

You shoot her an unsure look, not because of the idea of her wanting to take you home, but because that would mean you would have to ride on her motorcycle. And for someone who's never stepped foot near a motorcycle having someone like Wendy be the first person to drive them on one is kind of a terrifying thought.

"I don't know.."

"Oh come on, it won't be that bad," Wendy assures rolling her eyes.

You narrow your eyes at her. "Sure.."

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You cling around Wendy for dear life as you scream the entire fifteen minutes on the ride to your house.

Wendy giggles and continuously jokes with you throughout the way, teasing you with scares by randomly swerving or stopping in the middle of the road to tick you off.

As soon as she pulls up to your house you let out a huge sigh of relief. With how she was driving, you thought you weren't going to make it out alive.

As she parks, you continue to keep your head leaned on her shoulder, your arms still wrapped around her waist, squeezing tightly onto her abs.

Starting to blush from your action, Wendy jerks her head, clearing her throat to catch your attention, and you quickly widen your eyes in realization, letting go of her now feeling embarrassed once you see how you remained around her.

You unbuckle and pull off your helmet, handing it back to Wendy and she lazily hangs it on the steering handle. She rotates her body to the side and turns only her head to you as she watches you pull off your backpack and reach inside for your glasses.

You place your glasses on, slipping back on your backpack before looking over to Wendy, immediately locking into her gaze. "I guess I'll go now.." you announce unenthusiastically, prepping yourself to sit up from the motorcycle, but yet you don't find yourself moving.

"Alright.." Wendy says lowly, continuing to stare at you as she waits for you to make your move, but you don't budge. Not even an inch.

You continue to sit, motionless, held in a standstill gazing at Wendy as she shoots you an equal gaze.

She bites the corner of her lips hungrily, you unknowingly wetting yours slightly. The buzzing tension between you two grows as you subtly inch closer to each other; the unknown force between you is practically impossible to resist and the way Wendy's staring at you is so much more different than usual.. The burning intent behind her eyes is unspoken, yet you can understand it so well. And Wendy can see all the desires floating in the pearls of your unwavering eyes, letting her know that you're feeling the same thing she is.

The both of you can already sense what's coming next.

The thumping in your heart beats quicker as you inch closer to the point where both of your legs are pressed against each other. You two continue and continue to hold your hungry gazes until you finally crash your lips together in a heated kiss full of need and longing.

Your hand explores the back of her head, her hand cupping your cheek tightly as the kiss gradually deepens. Her tongue slips past your teeth in search of yours, dancing all around in your mouth and you softly moan at the action.

You two are kissing like you've done this thousands of times with each other.

After a few seconds you two finally pull back breathlessly, your chests heaving up and down and faces red.

"Oh.. wow.." Wendy mumbles, biting her lip as she eyes your numb lips that are now stained with her cherry lipstick.

You feel your cheeks burning, not even knowing what to say, and dart your eyes between Wendy and your house. You stare at her, wrapping your arms around her waist as you pull yourself in impossibly closer against her.

"I want to do that again."

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"Anddd done. Is this good?" Wendy asks, looking down at you with a simpering smile and holding out the sheet with her completed equation.

You take a few seconds to inspect it before placing it on the desk and warmly smiling up at her, silently already letting her know what your answer is. "Yup, you got this correct too!"

Wendy grins, holding her arms tighter around your neck and adjusting herself more comfortably as she sits in your lap. "Woo! You know, that was the fifth one in a row I've gotten correct. Don't I get my reward now?" Her palm rests under your chin, the tips of her fingers gently tilting your head back so your eyes only meet with her gaze.

You hum with a nod and lean in, softly pressing your lips against Wendy's. Your hands continue to hold tightly onto her waist, your nails gently digging into her back while Wendy keeps your head firmly propped up in her hold.

What's supposed to be a quick, innocent kiss quickly escalates into something a little more. You part your lips slightly, allowing her greater access to mingle her warm tongue inside with yours. Her breathy moans against your lips buzz throughout your body and you can taste the metal of her piercing as her needy tongue swirls all around your mouth.

Wendy squeezes her thighs around you tighter, clutching onto your hair in her strong grip and you moan slightly, lifting your eyelids as she gently bites down on your bottom lip. "You've been doing such a good job today." The gentle praise vibrates against her lips, sending needy chills up her spine and eliciting a sheepish giggle to bubble out as her cheeks flush a rosy pink. You smile smugly at the way you can make her shy so easily and lick her bottom lip into another messy kiss.

Yeah, uhh.. so you two do that now.

Ever since that afternoon of you guys' first kiss, a new relationship has been blooming between the two of you.

You're not officially dating, but you know you two have made it way past the friend stage now, and by this point, you two do know you like each other.. so why aren't you together?

That's a very good question that neither of you can answer.

Aside from trying to figure out this complicated relationship, you two are incredibly flirty and touchy with each other now, clearly.

Of course, though, only during the tutor sessions; you two act like no more than strangers during the school day, but sometimes during the one class you two share, Wendy will discreetly slide you little trinkets or candies as she walks past your desk.

Also, to bring context about that abrupt make-out session.. a method that you two have thought up to help encourage Wendy, even more, to complete her assignments and get them done correctly is treating her with a kiss for each equation she solves correctly on the first try. And this strategy has worked like a charm.

Like, of course, Wendy will do everything to try her very hardest so that she'll be able to share a kiss with you and hear the sweet praises you love to sneak in between that you know drives her crazy. How could she pass that up?!

You two continue to messily moan into each other's mouths, your hands eagerly exploring all around each other's bodies and the kiss becoming sloppier and losing more meaning as you two melt further into each other.

Right as Wendy's hand slides down to your lower abdomen, daring to try taking this heated make-out session into the direction of something further, she's interrupted as two firm knocks are heard from outside the door.

Now, who would be trying to come in here at this time?

Wendy groans, lazily pressing a series of kisses against your lips until she finally pulls back. She looks down at you in a daze, a smile quickly lifting the corners of her lips as she notices her lipstick smudged all over and around your lips. She places her thumb over your soft cheek, swiping away some of the lipstick before she pushes herself off of you and heads towards the door.

Wendy opens the door, her expression flipping like a light switch as a mean mug already plays on her sharp features, but she softens up just slightly once she sees it's only Mrs. White outside. "Hello, girls!"

As Wendy says her greeting, the older woman notices both of your faces, seeing that deep red stained messily all around your mouths.

She furrows her eyebrows in question but quickly shakes it off knowing she'd rather mind her business and not know what you two had been doing prior.

"What brings you here?" you ask as you discreetly try to wipe your mouth, Wendy's lipstick staining brightly onto the back of your hand.

"I'm just here to check up on everyone's progress, to see how well we've all been doing." She walks towards the desk you're sitting at, tapping her pen against her clipboard and clicking her tongue as she turns to look at Wendy. "And I especially need to check up on this one."

Wendy rolls her eyes while you cover your mouth in a silent chuckle.

"Yeah yeah, whatever." Wendy lazily flops down back in her seat as Mrs. White leans against the teacher's desk.

"Wait, so what are we supposed to show you?" Wendy asks, folding her arms under her chest.

"Just try your best to solve some problems on your own. And you," Mrs. White looks over in your direction, "ask her some questions about what you two have been working on so far to see how well she can answer them."

You nod in response and grab your folder, pulling out a sheet of notes. You and Wendy shoot each other one last preparing look, letting out a sigh before you two begin.

Mrs. White is astonished once she sees Wendy actually answering your questions correctly and solving these equations all by herself without even asking or looking over to you for any assistance. Yes, she might've gotten some wrong, but looking at the fact a majority of the problems she solved were correct was just enough for Mrs. White to put a smile on her face.

"Wow, Wendy. I can't believe you've improved so much! I'm seriously so proud of you."

Well, Wendy definitely can't say she hears that "proud" word told to her often. Wendy rolls her eyes, playing a smug smile as she blushes. "Yeah, you should be proud of me!"

Mrs. White shakes her head with a sigh and turns her focus over to you. "And you, Y/N. You've done an excellent job at tutoring Wendy; I don't think I've ever seen growth this significant in such a short time. I'm proud of you both."

You smile coyly, sharing your words of gratitude before Wendy groans and starts to shoo her off. "Okay this is getting too sappy for me, you can get out now."

Mrs. White holds up a pointing finger at Wendy, pursing her lips as she fights to stay professional with her words before she shakes her head, fanning off Wendy, and waves her last goodbye at you as she exits the room.

Once the door closes, Wendy looks over to you, grinning wildly seeing how your arms are already spread out for her.

She steps around the desk, straddling back into your lap and places her hands on your cheeks.

"Now, where did we leave off?"

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As more weeks go by, Wendy only progresses more and more.

If someone had seen her after not knowing who she was a few months ago, they would've never guessed this math genius was the same person.

She's improved so well to the point that it seems like she didn't even need the last few tutoring sessions she had just because she was that good! The grade in her algebra class has skyrocketed to percentages that no one would've believed she could ever achieve, and not only that, but you've also motivated her to take her other classes seriously too!

Of course, they haven't succeeded in advancing as well as her math grade, but at least she was finally turning in her work on time for once in all these years.

Also, Wendy's been so distracted in wanting to impress you, to please you, and to make you happy that she hasn't stumbled herself into any trouble or drama! No fights, no skipping, no detentions, no suspensions. None.

Wendy never expected to go this far with math, let alone any other subjects! It's so crazy for Wendy to think all she needed to take school seriously and become a (sort of) changed woman was to drag a hot, nerdy girl into her life.

The two of you sit on the bench outside the front of the school after you guys finally finish your last tutoring session of the year.

Your head comfortably lays on Wendy's shoulder as you two stare off into the orangey-pink hues of the nearing sunset. As she gently rubs on your thigh continuing to stare off into the sunset, she can't help but want to express the thought that's been lingering in the back of her mind for a while now. She turns over to you, barely parting her lips.

"Are we dating?"

Your ears perk up at the sudden question, turning only your head to her. "Are we?"

You two, after all these weeks and months, still haven't confirmed anything between each other. Why??

Why do you two have to be so complicated??

"I mean, we touch each other like we're a couple, we gaze at each other like we're a couple, and we definitely kiss like we're a couple.."

You turn the rest of your body to her and smirk, placing your hand on her waist and scooting in closer to her. "Well, then I guess you've found your answer."

Wendy blushes and looks down before she meets back with your gaze. "Well, can we go ahead and, you know, confirm it with each other—make it official? Our whole dynamic is going to confuse me even more if we don't put any official label on each other soon."

You giggle coyly and tilt your head. "Alright then. Will you be my gir—"

Before you can finish the sentence, you feel a finger forced onto your lips. You furrow your brows while Wendy shakes her head.

"No, I want to be the one to ask you it!"

You pull her finger down and shake your head slowly as you try to hide a laugh. "Alright then."

Wendy holds onto your hands, interlocking your fingers and squeezing you tightly.

"Y/N.." Wendy starts with a shaky breath, the intense blush on her cheeks taking over as she struggles to not stray her eyes away from you out of shyness. Wendy.. being shy. Once again, only you can do this to her, make her feel like this. "Will you.. be my girlfriend?"

You squeeze her hands tighter, your knuckles turning whiter and flashing her a bright smile. "As long as you'll be mine."

And with that left off as the final words, you two lean in, sealing your relationship with a gentle but strong and promising kiss.

i REALLY hope you guys enjoyed this..

— Seulgiwifee ໒꒰ྀི♡˵ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ꒱ྀི১

[luxora]

Red Velvet -> {Vampire AU} -> Drinking from you for the first time

Requested: No

Group: Red Velvet

Genre: Fluff. Angst. Some Smut.

Warning: Blood. Some nsfw.

A/N: First vampire au with Red Velvet. Let me know what you think!

Irene

For as long as she has lived, Joohyun has learned to master the skill of patience.

One thing which has has learned about humanity is that they are remarkably, or rather unremarkable, an impatient kind almost making rash and impotent mistakes which would have been entire avoidant if they had simply waited for the right moment.

Alas, man is stupid. And man has been control far too long.

One should realize that while there is a big lion, there is still a bigger bear, a bigger tiger, and a bigger shark. Predator after predator, one must not become too complacent unless the bear decided it wanted to become the new king of the jungle, and in the capacity of which Joohyun is concerned, she could quite so easily become that new era in humanity in which the bigger predator takes control of the pond and the ocean, rendering man incompetent and complacent under her thumb.

But then again, would she truly want to have the headache that is guaranteed to be given if she decided to act upon her intrusive thoughts?

People don’t like being chained up and they will fight back, and while that will be fun in the beginning, it will become tedious and Joohyun is a rather intimate lover when it comes to boredom since she is so used to it in the first place.

Its just living for this long is both a blessing and a curse, and yet it has become more and more of a close, akin to the tragic tales of Dracula of which is constantly reboot through the ages.

She wishes that there was simply an end to all that she is. That there was something to look forward to, and yet she has been repeatedly disappointed through the ages. She has lost a lot of thing through her lifetime, people, family, friends, and her own humanity.

Joohyun considers herself unable of feeling, her humanity long gone for how isolated she has become. There is no point in her befriending others as they will succumb to death eventually while she will forever be living in the perfect shell of her body, displaying absolute perfection and yet living through flaws.

Hunting for blood was nothing new to her, akin to have a walk in the park for a normal human.

Only this walk in the park led her to a rather confounding discovery, a human who has caught her interest.

When she had pounced on you, she had thought that she had found a weak link. You were alone in the park, a cigarette in your hands while you were gazing up at the night sky, an acquaintance to your thoughts, not realizing the danger you were in until you suddenly felt hands in your throat and your body forced to the ground where teeth were suddenly latched to your neck.

Your blood waved into her mouth in multiple currently, making Joohyun growl beastly as she reveled in the taste, but then she was met with a unsounding reaction.

You not screaming.

While she held you tight in your arms, you had yet to utter a single word. From all her experiences, her preys always scream. They squirm and cry, begging for her to release them and to spare them from their oncoming death but they always fell upon death ears.

But you - you were compliant in her arms.

Yes, she felt you stiffen in her arms - but you didn’t fight back. In fct, you seemed to just submit to your fate, unknowingly knowing that escape was impossible. Between a human and a vampire, the victor was most obvious and Joohyun would have continued to revel in her victory if you hadn’t been so different.

She was not yet sated to be full but Joohyun pulled away from your neck to look at you, her eyes glowing in the deep night and perfectly reflecting your gaze as you stared up at her. Like usual, her eyes were red from the fresh feeding, but she saw no fear in your eyes.

Instead - she saw calm serenity -  a bitter smile on your face as you continued to gaze at her.

“Am I not to your taste?”

Joohyun cocked her head, confounded by such a reaction.

“Sorry about that, I did down a decaf coffee which I sorely regret, maybe that has had a negative effect on me. Sorry.”

An apology.

She has never received an apology from a little lion before.

Joohyun simply stared at you, and you stared back, neither of you responding to the blood which was steadily escaping the puncture wounds from your neck. You just continued to smile at her, a reluctance in your eyes which made her eyebrows furrow.

Why were you so odd?

She should have just continued feeding, to simply finish up her meal and dispose of your body like she did so many times, but - something prompted her to change her usual routine.

Instead of ending your life, she spared it. She had covered your eyes and then carried you to the closest clinic, leaving you outside and then escaping before she would be noticed by any other humans. While there was a commotion to your arrival, you did not utter a word when the nurses tended to you, instead lazily staring out into the streets, almost wanting to catch sight of her in the shadows, contemplating the interaction between the two of you.

And similarly, Joohyun contemplated the same, watching from a roof and being hidden in the shadow of night. You had sparked an interests - and Joohyun was to see of what was to come from such a little lion, who has been capable of making her feel after such a long time.

She was not quite sure of what it was - but it was something.

Time was on her side, she had plenty of it to find out,

Seulgi

While Seulgi has been in control of her instincts for a long while, she couldn’t help but fear for the moment playing out in front of her, her stomach tying itself into complex knots despite the trusting look you were giving her.

The moon hung high in the midnight sky, casting a silvery glow over the quiet town below. Seulgi had her arms tightly wrapped around you as if she was capable of providing you warmth against the cool evening air, and yet both of you knew better than to believe there was anything she could do to combat the cold against your body. She could feel you tremble, and yet you were doing nothing to get out of her grip. Despite her cool body, you nuzzled closer into her, nose playfully pressing against her jaw, Seulgi’s breath hitching as she felt a tender kiss to it.

“I don’t mind Seulgi.” You whispered to her, a hand moving to cup her cheek and force to gaze into your eyes, even though she could easily escape it. “I trust you.”

“I know but...” Seulgi trailed off, unable to stop the quivering of her bottom lip as she gazed into the dark abyss of your eyes, drawing her in like a black hole would to meteorites. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I know you won’t hurt me.”

“I might lose control.”

“I know you won’t.”

“How are you so confident about that.”

“Because I know that hurting me is the last thing you will ever do.”

Despite living for a centuries, seeing all the surprises that one might expect from humans, Seulgi was always stunned by your words. You just saw the good in everything, even in something like her, a creature of the night which required the blood of others to sustain herself. Seulgi never asked for a life like this, if she was capable of traveling back in time, she would have stopped her maker from biting down on her neck, condemning her to a life where she could not make life long connections due to the fact that she was to outlive everything and everyone.

Just getting involved with you, Seulgi was aware that she was setting herself up for heartbreak. Humans are so incredibly fragile and you were no exception to this rule, and Seulgi knew that the years will eventually blink away and Seulgi will remain the way she is now while you will age, grow old, and eventually pass on to the other realm, the one which Seulgi will never be able to follow you to.

Her hand trembled as she moved to cup your cheek, watching your own eyes flutter shut as you leaned into her touch, completely trusting of her to not inflict any pain onto you. Despite being a human, you have bewitched her entirely, and Seulgi couldn’t help but feel her dead heart warm at the sight of you and the obvious adoration you have for her and the relationship between the two of you.

The world was cloaked in darkness, and yet Seulgi could see you so clearly. Your beauty astounded her, and despite of the life evident in the town below the mountainside, Seulgi couldn’t help but feel that the two of you were the last two creatures in the entire world, uninterrupted and blissfully happy in one another’s presence. The soft glow of the moonlight reflected off your skin, making it look to tantalizing that Seulgi had to swallow the venom which seemed from her fangs, attempting to get control over herself. She moved her hand from your cheek to the side of your neck, gripping it gently as she closed the distance between the two of you, her lips gliding along the column on your neck before setting on a spot.

"Are you sure about this?" Seulgi whispered, her lips hovering over your neck, pressing a gentle kiss to it. She felt you nod before your fingers gently tangled themselves in her dark locks.

"I trust you, Seulgi. Always."

With that unspoken consent, Seulgi' took a deep steadying breath before descending her fangs descended into your delicate neck, opting to get it over with before building up the anticipation to give her nerves the chance to convince her to back out of it. She felt your body shiver as she took her first sip, the exchange between the two of you becoming intimate, emerging your respective essences in the physical act.

As Seulgi drank, she felt the pulse of life coursing through your body, a connection that went beyond mere sustenance. The experience was profound, the mingling of love and primal hunger merging into a tapestry that bound the two of you together on a deeper level. While she has heard from others of her kind that a great sense of intimacy was made through the act of drinking between vampires and their human lovers, she could not quite believe its significant effect on her as she continued to drink. She almost felt like she was promising a side of herself to you which she knows will be always be protected, and the fact that you have trusted her throughout the process proves to her that you have also given a side of yourself to Seulgi which she will only cherish and love.

When she finally withdrew, she gazed into your eyes, her own irises softening with gratitude as she gently smile at you, feeling the air around of the two pulse with an intimate serenade. You responded with a similar smile, both of your hands cupping her cheeks and tugging her close.

"I love you, Seulgi," you whispered whispered before sealing her lips with a tender kiss, prompting Seulgi to close her eyes and wrap her arms tightly around your body while the moon served as the only observer of each other’s adoration and trust for one another.

Seulgi was truly setting herself up for heartbreak with falling for you, but she admits that feeling love is better than never feeling love at all. She can only hope that she can have a long time with you before nature takes its natural course of life, death, and its many other complexities.

Wendy

The moon cast a gentle glow over the darkened room as Seungwan grappled with her internal turmoil. She was a rambunctious vampire with a penchant for falling in love easily, having living in the world for more than a century. She has met plenty of people and have had many encounters with humans and vampires alike, and yet for the first time in her entire existence, she found herself becoming settled. Ever since falling for you, something deep has settled in her heart, something only tales of love and romance would depict over the times.

Despite being a mortal, you were incredibly dangerous when it comes to seeking for a thrill.

Their playful exploration of Wendy's vampire powers had been a source of joy, but the request for her to drink from Y/N had left Wendy conflicted.

For a while, Wendy had avoided Y/N, unable to face the fear that her true nature might terrify the person she cared about the most. Y/N, relentless and understanding, had pleaded with Wendy to embrace this intimate act, wanting to support her vampire lover in the only way she could as a human.

After much hesitation, Wendy finally agreed, her unease evident in her every movement. They decided to keep it controlled—Wendy would drink from Y/N's arm, a compromise that both hoped would satiate Wendy's hunger without causing harm.

As Wendy bit down gently, a moment of serenity washed over her. The taste of Y/N's blood was different from any she had experienced before—familiar, comforting, and warm. However, as Wendy lost herself in the sensation, a surge of hunger overwhelmed her, and her instincts threatened to take over.

Panic seized Wendy as she quickly pulled away, her eyes wide with fear. Y/N, feeling the shift in Wendy's demeanor, reached out to reassure her, but Wendy's unease escalated.

"I-I need to get you to the hospital," Wendy stammered, her voice trembling.

Y/N, still holding her arm, was taken aback by Wendy's sudden urgency. "Wendy, what happened? Are you okay?"

Wendy's eyes were a mix of desperation and fear as she gently lifted Y/N into her arms. "I almost lost control. I can't risk hurting you."

Determined to keep Y/N safe, Wendy moved swiftly, carrying her to the nearest hospital. The journey was a blur of panic and concern, but as they arrived, Wendy carefully placed Y/N on a hospital bed, worry etched across her features.

"I didn't mean for this to happen," Wendy whispered, her voice barely audible. "I wanted to protect you, not put you in danger."

Y/N, reaching out to cup Wendy's face, smiled despite the circumstances. "Wendy, I asked you to do this because I trust you. We'll figure this out together."

As the medical staff attended to Y/N, Wendy felt a mixture of relief and gratitude. Y/N's unwavering support, even in the face of danger, made Wendy realize that she wasn't alone in this struggle. They were partners, navigating the complexities of their love in a world that sometimes seemed determined to tear them apart.

In the dim hospital room, Wendy and Y/N found solace in each other's presence. The incident had deepened their bond, reinforcing the idea that love, even in the shadows of supernatural challenges, could endure with the strength of trust and understanding.

Joy

Sooyoung had internally agreed with herself that it was to be better suited for her to be able to have that intimate taste of you during a might of intimacy, because not only would it strengthen a bond between the two of you, but because she will be able to distract from the pain of it by completely send you to the next realm of pleasure without thinking of the consequences of such an agreement.

Despite her usual demeanor towards you and humans, it actually took a while for the two of you to become intimate because Sooyoung feared that she would be unable to control herself. She feared that she would somehow harm you during moments of pleasure. It would be so easy for her to break your body while losing herself, crushing your head with her thighs, puncturing your skull while she gripped at your head, and even tearing your flesh away as she clawed at your back.

It terrified her. To the extent that she was unable to truly let go when you tended to her, her body stiff as a statue as you attempted to bring her to the edge.

It was humiliating, and actually resulted in her hiding away for a week, which resulted in an absolute scolding from you when she eventually returned. But then you cradled her into your arms and comforted her, claiming that she had nothing to be ashamed about. But it was not herself that she was ashamed about, but rather the dejected expression which had crossed your face, believing that your skills were lacking.

That she could not forgive herself for, for making you doubt your skills.

And so Sooyoung persisted in ensuring that both of you reached your satisfactions, which had improved significantly and has gradually led to daily inclinations which started and ended both of your days with smiles and delight.

But now another factor was being added to an equation, upon your own insistence stemming from both curiosity and desire, wanting to aid Sooyoung in maintaining her blood levels.

Sooyoung almost felt transcended to the first night the two of you became intimate, the similar level of fear that she experienced back them coming back. But also a sense of animalistic tendency, yearning and reveling in the submission you offered to her, particularly in a moment of extreme trust you had for her.

Your glorious body was already so open to her. Her lips continued to pressed open mouthed kisses to the column of your neck while your nails dug into her shoulder as she pleasured you, hand massaging your inner body, continuously receiving your warmth while she knelt above you, trapping you with her own body.

“S-Sooyoung.”

You voice was so raspy, courtesy of the previous rounds the two of you had. Sooyoung did not want to rush such a delicate process. She wanted to revel in your body, to ensure that your ultimate pleasure was maximized because she took pleasure for herself. She refused to let you touch her before she needed to be in full control of this.

She loved watching you, seeing you crumble, watching your eyes flutter closed and to arc so beautifully off the bed as she made you fall apart. It was the most beautiful thing she could ever have the privilege in seeing. She has seen Picasso himself create his artwork, and she has been a first witness to many mother artistic creations in the World’s History, but all of it paled into comparison when she gazed at you.

You were a phenomenon created for her to see, and to create and extend to a further lifetime with her, when you were ready, of course.

Sooyoung worked against your meticulously, teeth teasingly gripping some of your skin as she doubled her efforts in getting you to the final destination, resileince and preparation built within Sooyoung as she ready herself, her tong pressing against the bullied skin until she felt you tighten around her fingers and then let out a scream, arching your body into hers as you finally found the end.

And then Sooyoung bit you..

It was as simple as a hot knife dipping into butter and Sooyoung immediately growled in delight at the taste of your blood on your tongue.

Perhaps it was her own imagination, but it tasted so sweet to the extent that it was almost laced with wine, a drink so easily able to get drunk off, which Sooyoung found equivalent to her drink of you.

Maybe it was because of your own pleasure, it was being transferred into your very blood as it got consumed by her. If that was the case, then she was going to make it a habit to drink off you in this state. So delectably under her, preening under her lavish attention, arms tightening around her as if wanting her even closer than she already was.

She pulled away too soon, far too soon for her liking. But it was necessary. You were already so disillusioned from the passionate night, sensitive and overwhelmed, and drinking from you would only add to the effects. She licked at your neck before moving to kiss you, uncaring of the blood on her lips as she thanked you for the opportunity - no, then gift that you bestowed upon her/

Yes, you will require some sort of medical attention as she could not leave you bleeding on the bed.

But - just for the moment- let her revel in the intimacy created between the two of you from the single sip of life.

Yeri

Yerim trailed her cool digs along your collarbone, gracing it along the column of your neck until she was gripping you firmly by the jaw, forcing you to look up from your place on the floor, so perfectly compliant to her rough actions and desire most obvious in your eyes as you locked eyes with her.

Yerim kept her eyes expressionless as she stared down at you, almost inwardly daring you to act out so that she could deny you of what you wanted, something which she both enjoyed and disdained due to your tendency to not realize that sometimes biting the hand that feeds you can be most consequential to one’s very being.

“You test me.” Yerim quipped, her voice cutting like a blade while she stared at you, prompting a smile to your face.

“I apologize.”

“Do you truly meant that?”

“No.”

“Insolent fool.”

But Yerim pulled you towards her by the jaw, wrapping an arm around your waist as she had you settle in her lap, both of your legs on either side of her with your hands going to her shoulders to rest peacefully while she clawed at your back, jaw still gripped tightly and held away from her face. Yerim glared up at you.

“I have half the mind to punish you.”

“I will accept whatever you give me.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I would say you were drunk with how slurred you are.”

“I cannot help myself. You are a drug on its own.”

“Flatterer.”

Yerim leaned forward to press a small kiss to your chin, a sweet token of chastity from her before she moved her lips to your pulse pointed and then sucked.

She had yet to pierce the skin but you arched in her arms, your chest pressing against your own as you attempted to close the distance between the two of you. Yerim smiled as she pulled away, prompting a whine out of you.

“The things I could do to you...” Yerim started, dark eyes gazing at your delectable presentation before she moved back to your neck, teeth teasing your skin while her hand moved down to cup your backside, forcing you closed to her with a strong pull. “I could ruin you.”

You gasped at her rough touch but easily wrapped your arms around her head, hands tangling itself in her locks as you attempted to pull her more into your neck.

“Please do.”

“You have no self-preservation.”

“I don’t need to with you. I know you won’t hurt me.”

It was a confession which always brought a smile to Yerim’s face and saturated any lingering guilt that Yerim would possible have if she was capable of it when she sank her teeth into your neck, eagerly taking what you were always willing to offer. her.

You gasped sharply at the pain but continued to hug her closely as she held onto you, drinking the profuse amount of blood which was being offered to her.

Your blood always tasted delectable and now was no different. A single taste from you was capable of almost making her lose control but she was far too dignified for such a thing.

No, she has never lost control of her thirst, and it never will happen if she had a say of it, but she did enjoy reveling in the pleasures of life and the most ultimate pleasure consisted of you. Both your body and blood, she simply became lost in it. While there are many supposedly better individual of which she could pluck, she chose you simply because you made her smile.

Many could prompt a smile from her, but the way she felt when she smiled around you was different. You made her feel almost human again, perhaps because you almost reminded her of a friend she had in her past life, but unlike her friend in the past, you have her heart in your hands, of which she trusted for you to keep safe, less you wanted to be yet another count of feedings she has off other humans.

But that is not a thought she lingers on.

She knows it will not happen.

You were far too in love with her to ever betray her, just as she was far too in love to ever end your life.

In fact, if you played your cards right, you may just spend eternity with her. But she will not spoil too much of the present with the future. She will simply see how time decides to be a mistress and play with the two of you.

[ryujenini]

Kinktober Day 10 (🔞)

Ryujin × Wendy - Hey Beautiful

When they met a few weeks prior at a music show neither of them had imagined they'd end up like this

Every time they were on a show together they couldn't help but look for eachother, sneaking around backstage for some alone time before they had to go back to their own groups and act like nothing had just happened but that was pretty hard to do when Wendy had just given Ryujin the best orgasm of her life

20 minutes earlier Ryujin was wandering through the corridor on her way to make-up, secretly hoping she's bump into the older girl that she was quickly falling for, as she was walking distracted by her thoughts a hand sprung out of a random door quickly pulling her inside as she let out a shocked yelp

"Hey beautiful I've missed you" Wendy said quickly kissing the blonde who frowned at her still clutching her chest "don't do that you scared me"

Wendy just giggled apologising for scaring her and wrapping her arms around the girls smaller frame and pulling her close treasuring this moment before it slipped away knowing they didn't have much time

Ryujin initiated this kiss licking along Wendy's lips asking for entrance as Wendy maneuvered them around so they were now sitting down on a fold out chair in the cramped cleaning closet, Ryujin straddling Wendy's thighs as she explored the inside of her mouth before letting her hands wander inside her blouse

Wendy wasted no time taking advantage of the position Ryujin was in, her legs spread wide, the song skinnof her thighs touching her own was enough to drive her crazy feeling the heat radiating from their bodies Wendy teasingly trailed her hand up Ryujin's thigh

"Babeeee we don't have time for that, come on" Ryujin whined out and she had a point they had 10 minutes until someone was bound to come looking for them so Wendy continued her previous task speeding up slightly want to make sure she made Ryujin feel good

She slipped her hand inside Ryujin's shorts mentally thanking her stylist for making them so easily accessible, her skilled fingers swiping through the younger girls folds as she tried her hardest to hold back moans , biting her lip as Wendy's fingers entered her pussy, clenching down, instantly gripping her 2 fingers while her thumb stimulated her clit

Ryujin couldn't help but let out a few whines and start grinding her hips helping Wendy's fingers go further inside her, Wendy then latched on to Ryujin's neck sucking, nipping and biting all while trying to make sure she didn't leave a mark but at this point Ryujin was too far gone to care if she did , her head rolling back in ecstasy as Wendy looked and her in amazing watching the way she rode out her high in her hand before tiredly slumping forward onto Wendy's chest, who just soothingly rubbed her back

Just as they were about to get up to start tidying themselves up there was a knock on the door

It was Yeji

"Ryujin I know you're in there .....the makeup artist needs you like right now" there was a few seconds of silence before the leader spoke up again and with a mischievous tone of voice said "and tell Wendy I say hi"

At this both the girls looked at eachother in shock before quickly smoothing out their clothes and opening the door meeting a smirking Yeji who just pulled Ryujin away by her arm leaving Wendy stood there wondering how that just happened watching as the girl she liked was being pulled away smiling as Ryujin clumsily tripped over her own feet

When they were far enough away Ryujin asked Yeji "how did you know?"

"What? That something was going on between you and Wendy? I'm surprised everyone doesn't know from the way your face lit up every time we seen her perform on the screens in our green room.....also ...you're not exactly um quiet"

Ryujin flushed a light pink before softly slapping the older girl on the arm before saying " shut up .....but seriously thank you for not being mad"

This made Yeji chuckle a bit leaving Ryujin confused before Yeji spoke up again " how could I be mad when me and Seulgi have been doing the same thing for months" with that confession she quickly sprinted off leaving Ryujin there mouth wide open looking like she'd seen a ghost

[kyuusberry]

set up — bae joohyun (irene)

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 :: 𝘆𝗲𝗿𝗶 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝘁 𝘂𝗽 𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗴𝗼 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹.. 𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻’𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹

𝗶𝗯: 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝘆 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝘆 @/𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗲𝗵𝗿𝘀

© 𝗸𝘆𝘂𝘂𝘀𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰. 𝗻𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝘀. 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴.

[carpkoinobori]

[✮] the politics of dancing — wendy x reader

[𖤐] 1/1 [please be aware this is all fiction! none of this is real and idols behavior is not accurately represented.]

song(s): enjoy the silence - depeche mode | the politics of dancing - the reflex | cities in dust - siouxsie and the banshees | there is a light that never goes out - the smiths | love is a battlefield - pat benatar

summary: you’re told to find the man who killed your partner— husband, to you, but your superiors had no idea. You’re told to collect information on all KGB agents, and while you will, you’re far more focused on killing the man who took away the man you loved. and yet, there’s this woman you keep seeing. who the hell is she?

pairing: cia!reader x csis!wendy

tags: set in 1989 cold war era berlin, they’re spies, angst, it was the cold war ok, angst with a happy ending

wc: 6k

cw: blood, weapons (guns, etc), smoking, violence, death, sexual themes

ex: reader has a dead husband, pls listen to the songs in order.. PLEASEEEE.. they’re so good. c/n stands for code name, it’s not a code name like badger but more like a fake full name. Like Nicole Elizabeth Mintz. just think of a fake name lol

a/n: this is inspired by atomic blonde

September in Berlin was cold. Not horribly so, but enough to need a coat due to the weather. It was roughly 48 degrees, and your breath could be seen in the air, the vapor made even more noticeable by the streetlights. The cigarette between your fingers helped to fight off the chill, as you took a drag and exhaled. The warmth settled in your stomach, as you gazed up from where you were previously looking.

it was imperative to stay alert, to stay vigilant. Especially now.

You had a job to do. You were here to collect a list full of formation on KGB members— their names, what they’ve done, how long they’ve been working— it’s essential for the CIA.

but you want to find someone, specifically. The man responsible for killing your previous partner.

it was complicated, to be frank. There was a man— you had been told his name was Pyotr. His last name, at this moment, was unknown.

He was believed to be hiding out in West Berlin, passing along information to his comrades in East Berlin. There was the issue of the wall, of course, but you were sure you’d figure it out.

you had to.

for him.

September 14th, 1989

“He’s dead,” was the very blank, monotone way you were informed that your husband, your partner— was dead. You had only been working at the CIA for about seven months, at that point. You were told this news by your superior, and it was almost like he wasn’t surprised.

Death haunted this building. Dead agents, dead enemies, dead civilians— morality was no where to be seen, too. You can’t claim to be the good guys and stoop to the same level as everyone else.

but all you can think at that moment is— dead? he can’t be dead. He’s coming home, in a few days. We were going to go, together, our next job— but he’s dead. your superior, everybody calls him Badger— he’s an older southern man, gives you a barely sympathetic look. He’s not a monster, you know. He just can’t afford to feel for every death. It’d kill him.

“He was a good man, y/n,” is what he offers.

“I know,” is the only thing you can manage. There’s not much else to say.

September 15th, 1989

You were deployed to Berlin three days later.

the first thing you notice is that it’s cold. It’s not unbearable— not like Moscow, or any of the rest of Eastern Europe, but cold enough. You didn’t love the cold, truth be told.

The plane ride had been long. You were given a new name, which was only natural— c/n. A new hair color, a new passport— and you took completely new clothes in your suitcase. Getting off the plane, and out of the airport— you see your contact.

Your handler was another man— god, it was like you never saw a woman in these places— he says his name is Perceval.

outside the car there are is another man. He helps you put your bag in the back.

as you sit next to him, you know something is off. There’s an odd feeling about the car, and it’s making your hands fidget. This job was rumored to give you paranoia, but christ, it couldn’t be—

he adjusted his coat, and you see it. Sleek, black metal. Amazing, you think, sarcastically.

You’re starting to regret not carrying a knife on you, or some other weapon, when you remember you’re wearing stilettos.

Thank God.

you reach down as you turn into a dark tunnel, and repeatedly stab the man next to you. He doesn’t die, of course, but you manage to take his gun, and despite the way he twists your hand, you manage to shoot him in the chest. You’ve barely been in Berlin twenty minutes.

The driver is next. You begin struggling as he still tries to steer the car. You’re swerving, and he’s wrestling the gun out of your hands, yet, you manage to shoot him in the side of the head. You’re grateful that the gun was fully loaded.

taking control of the car is a different story— there’s two dead bodies inside the vehicle, and you don’t want to be caught by the Stasi— well, you’re in West Berlin, but it’s still plausible they’re there. KGB would be slightly more possible. Either way, you want to remain discreet.

a car pulls up, slowly.

your actual contact.

Perceval, he says.

“Where the fuck were you?” You spat, anger and panic already rising in you.

“Oh, don’t be so upset. Nothing’s happened, you’re alright,”

“I’ve been made, you idiot!” You exclaimed, already feeling increasingly aggravated. You couldn’t afford this, you had to stay calm.

you took a deep breath while Perceval attempted to placate her. “Christ, woman, you have to calm down,” he groans. “We’ll be fine, it’ll be figured out,” Your contact has a slight British accent. If he’s part of the MI6, you’re unaware, but it’s a possibility.

“Just take me to my hotel,” you sigh, finally, just needing to get away from the scene.

“As you wish,”

Packing yourselves into the car, you discard the bodies somewhere Perceval claims they won’t be found, and you’re finally taken to your hotel.

this job is going to be hell. You can feel it.

September 16th, 1989

The hotel isn’t bad, but you can’t exactly stay there long. You don’t love having to sleep, anyway— it’s necessary, you know, but the dreams that plague you are unbearable.

you always see him. You couldn’t save him, you couldn’t, but does he blame you? Would he still love you?

you don’t want answers, and you don’t want to think about it, so you throw yourself into your work.

You know there’s an apartment in Berlin that housed a list of all active KGB members. You know the man who had the list— your husband— is dead. You just need to find who killed him.

You flag down a cab.

The apartment itself? Already ransacked. There’s papers and files everywhere, and all you do is tear the place up further.

there’s nothing left of him. No pictures, no writing— some files, some other things, but nothing worthwhile. You know it’s been too long since he died for there to be anything. Half of Berlin has probably already been inside the place, but it was worth a try.

but, you find something.

there’s an earring. It looks like there was a struggle in one of the rooms. It’s silver, and you know a woman must have left it. What man wears earrings? Not many you know. Especially not KGB officers.

that’s who has the list.

It’s not like you can’t do two jobs at once, right? The woman who had the list is probably who killed your husband.

you’re sure you’ll find some intel on the way.

Talking to Perceval, he reveals there’s a man named Sergey. He’s important to the KGB, and he has money. He’s currently in West Berlin, allegedly. Perceval isn’t a bad contact. He does have some information, even if he’s insufferable and drinking half the time. He’s a complete wreck, and you’re a little offended that he’s your contact.

he frequents a bar that Perceval’s fond of, as well. You’re sure if you can find Sergey, you’re bound to find some information, as well. It’s very possible.

you get dressed up nicely— lingerie, with a wire hidden by your clothing. You need to record, of course. The wire is covered up by a simple outfit— a long black dress, and a coat.

once you enter the bar, you remove the coat. Your hair has been done quite nicely, framing your face, while the dress is meant to distract. A low cut, a bit loose, revealing your back, shoulders, the side of your chest— and of course, you’re wearing a bit of makeup.

you light up a cigarette, and wait.

after a few minutes, you spot him by the bar. There’s a woman speaking to him. She has short hair, down to the nape of her neck. It’s brown, a darker color in the light. You notice her immediately. She’s wearing a black dress, as you are, with a very low cut. It has straps, and covers most of her back, aside from the diamond shaped cut out that reveals smooth skin. You take a drag, and then she’s gone.

Sergey approaches you. He’s propositioning you, obviously, but you feel off.

there’s something about the woman. There’s something off about her. She didn’t seem like just a patron of the bar.

maybe you should ask Perceval.

September 17th, 1989

You’ve been following a specific man for about an hour. He’s yet to notice you. For a KGB agent, he’s quite dull. His name, Alexander, wasn’t hard to find. His friends are easy to pin down, as well— Nikolai, and Dimitri. All this information has been written down. You’re here to collect information on who’s apart of it, and what they’re doing— but you’re still not able to hear, yet.

Getting close is hard. You don’t want to be seen.

and when you’re about to leave, to go back to your hotel, you catch a glimpse of the woman. The one you saw at the bar.

she’s getting into a cab, sunglasses obscuring her face, and a long coat on.

you tell yourself it’s just a coincidence, and move on.

you get a tip from Perceval, later in the day.

he gives you a watch. This watch, he says, holds a new contact you should meet in the East.

another new passport. More dyed hair. An outfit yet unworn.

getting through the border isn’t the most difficult.

it’s what comes after.

You step into a theater, of some sorts.

you’re already being followed. By who? You’re unaware. Most likely some members of the KGB.

when you’re sitting, you see the woman— with the short, brown hair.

There’s that feeling again, that sense that something is wrong. Why do you keep seeing her?

you slip out the viewing area and move into some storage area, hidden in the theater. You trip the fire alarm, you take some keys out of a coat pocket— those were the keys you needed to meet your contact.

unfortunately, there are some KGB members waiting for you.

Fuck.

the first man is disarmed quickly. A well-placed kick sends him to the ground, and you’re free to focus on the second man.

you get to stab him with the key, and you fight. It’s violent, and the man is very bloody, but he’s managed to get several good kicks and punches in. The pain is clouding your mind, but you’re nothing but a good agent.

You manage to steal a coat off a rack, and slip out of the back unnoticed. An abandoned building is where you’d been told your contact would be.

you unlock the door, and deadbolt it when you get inside the building. The contact is in the roof.

“There’s a lot of unrest in the youth,” He informs. “I’m sure if you found the right motivation, well..”

“Keep talking,”

September 19th, 1989

You made it out of the east relatively unscathed. You took a day to patch up your wounds, to reconvene with Perceval—

there should be someone with information at this club, from what you’ve heard. Perceval encourages you to go.

The club is loud and filled with people. There are colored lights flashing— purple, blue, red— all against the black walls of the club. you’re wearing a black dress, again. It’s tight, sitting at your mid-thigh, exposing your shoulders and some of your back.

you’re at the bar, again, sipping vodka on the rocks when that woman appeared at the bar. She was wearing a skirt, which is a nice navy blue, along with some kind of matching tank top. Over it was a black leather jacket, and her hair was down. You had half a mind to run up to her and ask just what the hell she was doing.

Luckily for you, she walked over to you, ordering a drink. She turned to you, with her drink in hand. She smiled— it was oddly disarming.

“Hey,” she began, taking a sip. “What’s a girl like you doing at a place like this?” Her voice had an accent— it was a bit hard to decipher, though.

“I’m.. just looking for something to do,” you answered, vaguely.

“Oh?” She tilted her head, slightly. “I’m Wendy,” she introduced herself, and extended her hand. You shook it. “C/n,” you muttered, in reply. “It’s nice to meet you,”

She didn’t respond, just moved a little closer. The club was loud.

“What do you do, Wendy?” You asked, wary. You know she had been following you.

“I’m a translator. What do you do?” She asked back, a playful smirk on her face.

“It’s unimportant,” you shrugged, shifting slightly.

“There’s something I really want to ask you,” she smiled, still, leaning closer. “Let’s go somewhere quieter,”

she leads you to a secluded part of the club, a small room covered in graffiti and lit by red lights. The flashing outside was still seen in the room.

it’s immediate, the spark between you two. The tension breaks, and you’re kissing her. This random woman, that could possibly be trying to kill you— she’s up against the wall, and tastes like alcohol. Your ears are still ringing from the noise outside, and as you feel up her body— you feel something cold and hard tucked into her skirt.

you manage to get it out, and point the gun to her head.

“Why do you have a gun, Wendy?” You question, lowly, and she only looks shock for a second. She sucks her teeth, before visibly giving up.

“I’m working for Canadian intelligence,” she murmured. “They sent me out here a few months ago. Things have gotten really bad, lately, and they wanted me to go help some Americans on a job,” she explained, leaning against the wall. She looked so much more confident, before, but now she’s curling in on herself, her arms crossed and a leg up against the wall.

There’s not much you can say for comfort. It’s true. There’s been rumors of the wall going down, and tensions in Berlin are rising. Sometimes, you just want to forget, too.

“I’m guessing c/n isn’t your real name,” she adds, quietly.

“It’s not,” you agree.

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours,” she offered.

“Y/n,” you reply, even if you know you really shouldn’t. There’s something about her that makes you want to trust her.

“Son Seungwan. Wendy is my name, but I thought I’d give you something extra,” she smiles, now, even if it’s weak. You remove the gun from her head, and she lets out a soft laugh, looking down, and it just sounds a bit like she’s trying not to cry.

“Things are so, so bad lately,” she mutters to herself.

you don’t have a response. You know they are. You can tell she’s not used to this kind of job. She wasn’t meant for the field.

you lean in, again, and your hands are on her again. You hold her face in your hands, alcohol heavy on your tongue, and the both of you are pressed so close together you might as well be one person.

at one point, the hard wall of the secluded area grows uncomfortable, and you manage to get out of the bar and into a cab, then your hotel room.

your hands are on her again when you enter the hotel room, and there’s just something so warm about her you’re not used to. Maybe it’s because she’s new to this world, and hasn’t hardened around the edges yet, but you like it. You really, really like it.

she’s ripping your clothes off, and you’re doing the same. Her skin is warm, and despite the seedy place you were just in, her hair smells good. It’s soft. You tangle your hands in it, and the both of you fall onto the bed.

You get to forget everything, for a while. That makes it all the more worth it.

September 20th, 1989

and you don’t dream, for once. You’re sure there’s echoes in your mind, but as of right now, you slept soundly the first time in a while.

you would’ve slept through the whole night, if not for Wendy bolting upright in the middle of the night, clutching at her chest and panting.

you’ve always been a light sleeper. There’s no other way to be when you’re in this profession. You blink quickly, the sudden movement shocking your system awake.

“Wendy?” You call, tentatively. You sit up a bit more, your hand hesitantly brushing her side. “Seungwan?” Is what you resort to when she doesn’t respond.

the brunette next to you takes a shuddering breath, but nods. “I’m alright,” she assures, weakly. you don’t want to pry, and the reason for this sudden awakening is quite obvious.

“Go back to sleep,” you instruct, coaxing her to lay back down. Her head is on your chest, now, and it feels strange to be comforting her, but you do anyway. You stay silent, but rub her back gently. You run a hand through her hair, and when you hear her breath even out, you close your eyes again.

it’s strangely intimate, given it’s the first time you’ve officially met, but you don’t mind.

Wendy is warm, and you hate the cold.

When you actually wake up— early, in the morning— it’s even colder. Luckily, Wendy was still there. It looked like she was a slight sleeper, too, but was too tired to do anything but continue to lay there. You sat up.

Wendy looked unguarded when she slept. There was always something off about her when you saw her in public, a sort of forced ease and practiced facade about her, but as of now, she was simply quiet, and relaxed.

You were slightly unsure what to do.

“Wendy?” You called, peering down at her. She stirred immediately, rubbing her eyes as she sat up. Usually, she would’ve jolted up, but as of right now, she was finally feeling well-rested.

“c/n,” is how she greets you. She would’ve said your name— she quite likes it, after all— but your room could be bugged. Everybody knew that.

In any other scenario, you would have left before she woke. She would have done the same. But you’re both aware there’s a certain kind of suspicion surrounding you two— what if she stole something? You couldn’t leave her unsupervised.

you both don’t talk. She gets dressed, and you light up a cigarette.

she wrinkles her nose at the smell, and you pay her no mind.

it’s cold in Berlin, today.

September 25th, 1989

you keep seeing Wendy everywhere you go. You’re aware she’s trailing you, but that’s kind of her job description, so you ignore it. It’s just that every night, she’s in your hotel, without fail. Much like right now.

“Wendy,” you groan, fingers tangled in her soft hair. “How many times-” your breath hitches, and you look down at her. “-are we going to do this?”

she looks back up, and her eyes are dark and hazy. “Well,” she murmurs back, voice low. “I think the better question is how many times can we do this?”

Wendy’s voice is like honey, and it pulls you in. It’s slightly rough. You forget about your objective, again, as you’re with Wendy.

she bites at your lip, tugging it, and you reciprocate.

and when you wake up, it’s before her. You watch her leave in silence again. You would much rather not seeing her in the morning, you would rather just leave— but you don’t trust her alone in your hotel room.

there’s still some rules you’ve made sure to keep.

September 26th, 1989

you are instructed to meet your superior. There have been small reports back to the CIA that you’re distracted, not completing your work— it’s not true, but it’d be hard to argue.

“C/n,” he greets, casually.

“Badger,” you return the greeting, eyeing him cautiously.

“You’ve managed to get me sent over here,” he informs. “I wonder, c/n, what is it that’s been distracting you?”

“I’m not distracted,” you protest. “I’ve just been collecting information while I plan what to do with it,”

“Right, then. I’d hate for your friend.. Wendy, is it? I wouldn’t want anything to happen to her,”

“What are you implying, sir?” You gritted out, your jaw clenched.

“Don’t be dull,” he murmured back, dangerously. “Finish the job, y/n. Or someone will finish it for you,”

September 29th, 1989

You had been working nonstop, now. You had successfully orchestrated a meeting with a man you only knew as Yuri— Perceval had assured he’d have information.

it was a rather simple affair.

“Yuri,” you greeted, as you sat down.

“C/n, it’s a pleasure to see you,” he smiled, although it was practiced.

“I’ve been told you know who has the list— I’ve also been told you know some of the contents of the list,” you began, slowly. “In exchange for my promise to help you out of East Berlin, I’d like to know what, exactly, is in the list, and who is in possession of it,”

“I can’t tell you who exactly has it, but I can tell you where they are. As for what’s in the list, well— it’s all current KGB informers, and a few other bits of information covering them. It’ll tell you where they’re stationed, for how long, the things they’ve passed along.. quite a useful list, wouldn’t you say?”

“Quite,” you murmur, in agreement.

you aren’t quite ready for the sense of betrayal when you find out, though. You aren’t ready at all

you’re at some dingy apartment, one that looks barely cleaned. You’re inspecting the drawers of a dresser when—

“Wendy?” You blinked, surprised at seeing the other woman.

“C/n? What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I’m..” you see her ear, now. There’s a silver earring, it looks oddly familiar, and— her other ear is missing an earring. A sense of dread washes over you in waves, and you feel the shock begin to creep in. Its a cold chill that runs up along your spine. You berate yourself. You’re a CIA agent, for Christ’s sakes, you should react like this to a little betrayal. It’s what you expected.

“Wendy,” you murmur, slowly. “Where’s the list?”

“What?”

“Where’s the list, Wendy?” You press again, slowly taking your gum out of your coat.

“Y/n, come on, I-”

“Where’s the fucking list, Wendy? I need that list!” You press, growing frantic. The first thing you’re taught is to keep your cool, but for some reason, you just feel off-kilter. You point the gun at her.

“I can’t give you the list,” she murmurs, turning her gaze away from you.

“Wendy, just tell me where-” and in that split second, she’s sprung up in front of you, her hand turning your arm, the gun now on the floor. You barely register what’s happening until she elbows you in the stomach— hard. Your breath is stolen away, and you struggle to take in a gasp of air. You lunge at her, the both of you falling to the floor. It’s a struggle, but you manage to get a few good hits in. It all comes to a head when you grasp a shard of glass, and impale her hand. She lets out a shriek, and you scramble onto your feet. You rush towards the bookshelf, where you’re sure the list is, but she grabs your ankle. She tugs you down, and you fall into the hardwood floor while she stands to her feet. She kicks your side, moving you out of the way with her foot, and takes the list from behind one of the novels. She rushes out of the door, and you try to get up despite your disorientation.

you’re chasing her now, and she’s fleeing into the streets, hailing a cab. You do the same, of course, but she’s already being lost in the crowd. Fuck.

November 7th, 1989

it’s a strange feeling, really.

you’ve only known Wendy for about three weeks, but the betrayal stings. She has the list— she knows who killed your husband. She knows you, and yet she’s nowhere to be found.

It’s just hard to understand. Did she know? Was she working with Pyotr? She had said she was working with Canadian intelligence, but it could be a lie. You should’ve known better than to trust some random woman that you met.

but your time is running out. You need the list by the ninth of November. You only have two days.

you have to talk to Perceval.

“There’s a warehouse in East Berlin,” he begins, twirling a cigarette between his fingers, as you stand in his messy, cluttered apartment. “There’s an exchange going on for the list. Pyotr wants it to cover some things up, and he’s planning on auctioning it off to the highest bidder. The thing is, he has to be given the list. By Wendy.

“And when is this happening?” You inquire.

“The ninth,” he replies. “There’s going to be a protest, a huge one. It’s the perfect cover,”

“Right, then,” you nod. “I’ll need a fake passport, again,” you remind.

“Of course,” he grins, in that sleazy way of his. “It’ll be done by tomorrow morning,”

November 9th, 1989

“Here’s my passport,” you say, as you hand it to the man in the booth. He checks the passport, giving you a strange look, but you’re allowed inside.

the deal is allegedly being made later, when the sun begins to set.

you wait, and it gives you some time to think. You’re in some dingy abandoned building, and it reminds you of your first assignment with him.

sometimes, you feel guilty for moving on like this. His death hurt, of course, and you’re doing this assignment for him, primarily, but— after, what’s left? You’re alone. Your only friends are your coworkers, you’ve never been able to know anybody, and everyone you love ends up dead. You hate this job. You really do. And Wendy- it’s stupid, you know it is, but you felt.. good, with her. She was witty, and intelligent, and you can’t believe you let your guard down.

everyone that you’ve ever loved, ever trusted, is either dead, or has betrayed you. Well, no. To be fair, most of your coworkers haven’t, but that’s not for you— that’s for the good of the country.

you begin preparing your weapons, your supplies, and your plan.

you have to put these feelings behind you. They make you volatile.

The protesting outside could be heard from your spot in the corner of the dusty old building, and you took that as your cue. You slipped out through a back door, into the throngs of marching youth. Finding the warehouse wasn’t that hard, honestly. You entered slowly, and tried to peer inside as you went, looking for a wall or something to cover you. You leaned against some kind of corrugated metal sheet, one that obscured you. Your gun was heavy and cold in your hands.

“Pyotr, I have the list,” You hear, and it stops you in your tracks. It sounds a lot like Wendy. It probably was, if you were honest.

“Good, good. Give it, now,” he instructs, presumably holding out a hand. You can’t see them.

there’s the sound of rustling paper, which you find odd, now that you think about it— why would such a confidential list be written on paper? Why wouldn’t it be hidden somewhere, in a watch, or painting, even?

“I’d better get going then,” You heard her turn, footsteps making their way to the door where you were standing near. You held your breath.

“Wait,” Pyotr’s voice. “I can’t let you go before I read the list, Wendy,” He laughed, lowly, and it sounded threatening. “I need to make sure everything’s on it,”

You heard Wendy’s footsteps stop. She was frozen. Suddenly, you watched her bolt. She ran straight out of the door, most likely when Piotr looked down to read. Your eyes widened, and your first instinct was to chase after her.

it was hard to find her in the mess of protesters, but only she was running. You ran after her, contemplating on yelling her name. It was a few seconds later when you saw Pyotr, as well— he had just stepped out of the warehouse, and gave some directions to a man high up in a building via a hand signal. His face looked cold— angry.

suddenly, you noticed a man dressed in civilian clothing following Wendy, as well. He trailed a few paces behind, walking quickly to keep her in sight. You then realized something had to be wrong with the list. Wendy had given them the wrong thing.

you were rapidly approaching the wall— as you ran, something told you to look up and to your right. A tall, run-down looking building, boarded up, and—

that’s when you see the faintest glimmer, something reflecting the barely there ray of light obscured by the clouds. The tip of a sniper rifle.

The spike of fear is what causes you to shriek out, “Wendy!”

she turns her head, and stops for a second. You don’t know if you’ve just signed her death warrant or not, because you lunge at her, tackling her to the ground.

You feel a droplet of a warm, familiar liquid hit your hand. It’s crimson, it’s blood.

you look to Wendy. She’s staring up at you with wide eyes, panting. You’re panting, too, and the adrenaline doesn’t completely taper down the pain of the gunshot in your shoulder. You had moved her out of way enough to be unscathed. It was unfortunate the bullet hit you, but you were both alive.

Alive. You wouldn’t be for long if you just stood there. Wendy seemed to realize that too. She scrambled upright, dragging you up with her, and now the both of you were running.

“Wendy,” you panted, glancing over at her, and then your surroundings. “Why are you being chased? What’s going on? Where’s the list?” You bombarded her with questions, but they were necessary.

Wendy made a sharp turn, jumping into the front seat of an unlocked car. You quickly caught on, and threw yourself into the passenger seat.

“I gave them the wrong one,” she confessed, lowly, breaths shaky as you both ran closer and closer to the wall.

“What?” You blinked, heart pounding in your chest, blood still roaring in your ears. “Why.. what? I don’t-”

“I’m supposed to bring the list back to my superiors. That’s my assignment,” she confesses. “I just didn’t think.. I don’t know why they gave me such an important one, I don’t know if I can complete, I didn’t think he’d notice, and-”

Wendy’s started the car, and navigating the streets is another mission all on its own. Suddenly, you hear the sound of glass cracking, and your head whips around to see hundreds of fractures on the back window of the car. Your eyes widen, and you watch Wendy hit the gas. You pray that another car, a bus, a truck, a bullet— you pray it doesn’t hit you.

“…The wall is coming down... The sledgehammers in the hands of men not born when it went up tear into it... behind it, the East German soldiers tried to stop the tide. Water cannons were brought out, but the West Berliners were determined. One West Berliner sprayed champagne back. It is the moment Berliners have waited twenty-eight years for…”

Wendy is in your hotel room. She’s patching up your shoulder, and you’re panting. Pyotr isn’t dead, but you have the list. You let out a sharp hiss as Wendy presses a cotton ball, saturated with alcohol, straight to the wound.

“Sorry,” she mutters, and you bite the side of your lip to not make a sound.

“It’s fine,” you reply, stilted. It’s kind of awkward, all things considered. You still let her bandage you up, and there’s an uneasy, tentative silence.

When she’s done, you bandage up her hand. It’s only fair. She had already done so, but you redress the wound. You may not be the best agent, but you always have gauze.

and when you’re done, you stand. You wish you had a painkiller.

“Wendy,” you call, lowly. “I need you to tell me where Pyotr is— or where he’s going, I don’t care. Just tell me,”

she owes you this much, you figure.

“He.. he should have been giving this to some seller. I don’t know where, but now that he doesn’t have it, he’s.. well, I’d think he’s coming after me,” she reasoned.

“And where does he think you are?”

“My hotel room, probably,”

“That’s where we’ll go, then,”

Finding Pyotr isn’t hard. He’s currently tearing apart Wendy’s hotel room, two of his men standing outside the door. You signal to Wendy, and both of you walk closer, silently. You both stay close to the wall, and you only have one shot.

a bang. a second.

There lie two bodies, crumpled on the ground. You push past them, moving them aside with your boot, and opening the door to the hotel room. You stay pressed to the wall, of course, you can’t just barge in.

You take a chance, and glance inside. Pyotr immediately shoots at you— he misses.

you glance at Wendy.

you take a few blind shots inside. You hear a pained shriek, guttural and low, and turn to see directly inside. He’s on the floor. You make eye contact for a split second before pulling the trigger, again.

a third body, limp and bleeding out on the ground. You don’t feel satisfaction, though. Just a cold hollowness.

You stare at Pyotr’s body for a long time. Wendy puts a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/n,” she calls, softly. “Let’s go,”

November 25th, 1989

“Congratulations,” Badger takes the list from your hands. The real list was encoded in a watch. You and Wendy had to transcribe all of it onto this list and hand it back to your respective agencies. You were back on home soil, now.

“Thank you,” you bow your head, slightly. It feels strange to be congratulated for this. It was sloppy, and you barely got the job done. You wouldn’t have been able to complete it without Seungwan— or maybe she’s the reason it was such a mess. Either way, it was done.

“Y/n!” You turn your head to the sound of your name— your real name— It’s her.

“Seungwan?” You blink, a smile creeping onto your face. “What are you doing here?”

Badger has the sense to make himself scare, disappearing down one of the many hallways of the main building.

“Well, the CIA wanted a translator, and I volunteered,” she explained, a small smirk growing on her face. “I figured while I got situated you’d let me crash at yours?”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes, replacing the action with an amused huff. “Right. I suppose I can agree to that,”

She has a small grin on her face, and leans forward. “You’ll show me around America, won’t you?” She presses. She’s so.. smug isn’t the word. Teasing, maybe? Something like that.

“Just like we toured around Berlin?”

“No,” she snorts, shaking her head. “I’d prefer it to be a bit more calm, if you wouldn’t mind,”

You sighed, theatrically, as she leaned in. She pressed a kiss to your lips, and a warm feeling blossomed inside you. Your eyes fluttered shut, hands snaking into her hair as you sighed into her mouth.

“Yeah,” you murmured against her mouth, reluctantly breaking apart. You still had public decency, obviously. “Yeah, I’ll show you around..”

A/N: IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT!! I know it’s not the best pacing and there’s not a lot a lot of interactions.. it’s mostly plot and I apologize. I don’t love how this came out, but I don’t think it’s bad either. Perfectly average and mediocre. kind of sad I wasted such good plot and setting on this but.. so is life. I promise to do wendy/rv justice in another work, but take this while I work on my sakura fic I SWEARRR I’ll try to get it out in a timely manner. as always, thank you for reading and please send asks!! they’re what inspires me to write, in a way.

p.s. the music for this fic is so good I highly recommend you listen to it as you read. songs are in order but you can play it out of order I guess. the most important part is the politics of dancing is meant for the club scene so if you just want to play it there ❤️THANK YOU!!

[velvetsupremacy]

Masterlist

Hi and welcome to my gay word vomit blog on the five-member K-pop girl group, Red Velvet!

Occasionally I yap, but I mostly write. If you have any questions, please let me know and I will reply as soon as I can. Thanks!

Rules/Guidelines (Please read before requesting!)

Irene

In my Head - Part 1 and Part 2 (On-going) (Fluff) (Rom-com)

Holiday Story Series - Irene (Fluff)

Is Irene a dom or sub? (Ask) (NSFW)

Professor Bae Joohyun (Ramble) (NSFW)

Subby Irene after performing (Ask) (NSFW)

Seulgi

Holiday Story Series - Seulgi (Fluff)

Is Seulgi a dom or sub? (Ask) (NSFW)

Wendy

Holiday Story Series - Wendy (Fluff)

Is Wendy a dom or sub? (Ask) (NSFW)

Puppy!Wendy (Ask) (NSFW)

Joy

Holiday Story Series - Joy (Fluff)

Is Joy a dom or sub? (Ask) (NSFW)

Yeri

Holiday Story Series - Yeri (Fluff)

Is Yeri a dom or sub? (Ask) (NSFW)

Anything featuring all 5 members

What kinks do you think each member has? (Ask) (NSFW)

Red Velvet ABO HCs (Ask) (NSFW)

Seulrene

What is Seulrene's dynamic like in the bedroom? (Ask) (NSFW)

[yvesette]

RED VELVET in BED (nsfw)

★ genre: headcanons, wlw

★ warnings: minors dni

🐇IRENE - irene is a romantic at heart. she loves the intimacy and privacy of sex and loves to be pleasured and pleasure you the best she can. she’s supet passionate and prefers love making to quickies. when she tops, she’ll get so focused on making you come and listening to your moans that she’ll get quiet and forget to talk dirty lol. she fingers you very gently and presses light kisses down your body and up your thighs before giving attention to your core- lovingly swirling her tongue slowly where you need her and smiling against your center when she hears you moaning her name. she’s the definition of a switch. she gets so loud and sensitive when you eat her out, you have to hold her hips down while she mews and moans your name. she loves scissoring and it’s like heaven with her- the two of you rubbing against eachother skin on skin while she throws her head back, lips parted. she loves grabbing your ass btw - she’s an ass girl fs. after sex she’ll get so sleepy and tired poor thing is worn tf out. you’ll hold her and press kisses to her forehead - bare chests pressed together. she passes out pretty quick in your arms and wakes up first in the morning, playing with your hair and pressing a kiss to your nose. she loves to buy you lingerie (gift giving is her love language)

🎧SEULGI - sex with seulgi can be rough she’ll grab your neck with both hands and do it from the back. she’s a god at fingering you, with her long fingers and sultry gaze that makes you scream her name. she pants and groans as you both face each others cores and suck eachother off. she doms most of the time but can be romantic and giggly when it’s unserious. she fs owns a dildo to use on you and the two of you try a bunch of toys - she presses the bullet to your clit and overstimulates you until tears come out of yo eyes. she gets super clingy and affectionate afterwards and props her head on your shoulder while grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to your wrist. you both look at eachother and smile - her eyes turning into crescent moons and her cheeks rounding.

🦢WENDY - she’s such a pleaser and a huge flirt. tops mostly. she adores pleasuring you and could spend her whole day between your thighs. “yeah- mhmm keep being loud for me.” ugh imagine her hair all messed up and her lips shining with your wetness. she loves sucking your tits and circling her tongue around your nipple while curling her long fingers inside of you. she’ll make you come a minimum of 2-3 times and loves to overstimulate you. “you can take it love, just one more.” she praises you sm - calling you beautiful and perfect and tight and how well you’re doing, how lucky she is to have you. such a cheesy romantic after - spooning you and pressing kisses to your shoulder from behind while her arms wrap around your waist. she’s probably shorter than you (girly is like 5’1) but still is the big spoon lol.

🎱JOY - she’s a lowkey pillow princess when she bottoms but when she tops she’s such a dom. she gives you attitude and teases you constantly - sending you pics of her in lingerie rubbing her clothed clit or wearing short skirts and bending over in front of you while she bites her plump lips. she’s a brat fs but when you give her the same attitude she fucks it right out of you. her mouth spewing all types of curses and your name all drawn out. she fucks you hard with her fingers and kitten licks at your clit. loves 69-ing with you. she sucks at your core and kneads your ass with her hands, she hisses as you blow on her clit before eating her out like you’re starving and slipping your middle finger inside of her tight walls. after sex she’ll be such a sweetheart - cuddling you and holding you hand/dragging you into the shower where she’ll end up pinned against the wall with one leg thrown over your shoulder while you eat her out again. she’s open to fucking in any location and loves the risk of getting caught + quickies.

🥥YERI - super giggly and sweet sex the first couple of times. she sweetly presses her lips to yours and licks your bottom lip before letting her tongue in- eyes shut in bliss. she can’t help but giggle as she struggles to unclasp your bra. she clenches around your fingers as you curl them inside of her and a high pitched mew comes out of her mouth as she begs you to go faster. she gently kitten licks your clit, eyes on you the whole time - watching your face contort in pleasure. the sex gets more intense through your relationship and you find yourself in showers, pools, closets, and cars moaning eachother’s names. yeri cuddles up to you after- smelling like sex and lilies and pressing a kiss to your cheek and grinning, she falls asleep in your arms and you wake up with her hogging all the covers.

┕━━━━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━━━━┙ @yvego 2023

[alcoholfreenayeon]

Wendy headcannons(SFW & NSFW)

Wendy Girlfriend HCs

SWF HCs

The type of girl people started wars over in ancient times.

She feels you are too protective of her but you tell her that she’s too precious for you not to be.

She likes to help you with your skincare routine, recommending various products, helping you use them etc.

She makes playlists for you and to your astonishment, each time you absolutely love every song in it.

She absolutely hates any sort of disagreement between the two of you.

She makes amazing desserts and it’s come to the point where you cannot end dinner without eating something delicious that she made. She makes especially good cakes.

She likes to lean on you whenever you are close to her. Though she does expect you to wrap your hands around her while she does so or else she’ll pout and pull away.

She always accuses you of cheating when the two of you play games together. It’s because regardless of whether it’s a board or card game or a video game, Wendy always ends up getting the worst possible outcomes. She doesn’t understand how she gets unlucky every time.

She loves to hear you laugh and always tries her best to make you giggle uncontrollably.

Always the little spoon, she loves to be in your arms, snuggling and whispering cute stuff.

NSFW HCs

You would be surprised by spicy things can get with Wendy.

She’s pretty much a switch, topping or bottoming depending on how you feel.

You didn’t realize until you experienced it but singing was probably her worst oral skill compared to her other….talents

Always eager to make out with you.

She always has a slight blush whenever you two do anything more than kissing.

She’s extremely sensitive and it doesn’t take too much to make her cum.

Despite being a main vocalist, she’s surprisingly quiet in bed. She more often whimpers and gasps, squirming helplessly even than outrightly moaning.

She likes it when you bite her and also likes to be gently choked.

Loves to dress up for sex, always eager to try on different lingerie, dresses or costumes.

She also likes to read erotic novels and literature, it always gets her in the mood so anytime she seems really horny out of the blue, you chalk it down to her reading something.

[seulcaty]

  𐚁 ꫬ   ۪   joy ( red velvet ) lockscreen

[seullovesme]

can we get more girlfriend texts? maybe for all members? 💗

ofc my dear anon <33

gf texts w/ red velvet

irene

seulgi

wendy

joy

yeri

i had so much fun making these omg, lmk if u want more or if u have any other groups u wanna see 🤗