#redvelvet fanfic

[jenchann]

Which kpop idol do you believe makes an interesting or perfect submissive? Male and female both?

[luvsta]

— Perfect Blues

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Data: 19/02/2024

Pngs por Hallyumi

[aneenasevla]

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Summary: After his best friend found a girlfriend, Rihito was left alone on his adventures. Until one day a woman named Akane liked a photo of his friend's girlfriend in which he was present, asking for his contact information. Could this be his chance to finally have a night worth remembering? Akane was tired of flings that only disappointed her, until she jokingly commented on a friend's photo about a muscular blonde man in it. To her surprise, he was interested and asked for her contact information. Determined to test him, she accepts the challenge of bending that arrogant man to her will. Afterall, what could go wrong?

I KNOW, It's been a long time, but finally arrived! Here you go, this is the fourth story of “The Heavy Bakery” Series,  ongoing on translation and illustration. Enjoy!

If you prefer, THE AO3 LINK Is here! 

 PTBR version: Tem uma lenda que existe um drive onde existe uma versão em Português feito originalmente pelas autoras, e está num link que ainda não existe

Original Tumblr Posts below the cut!

Sidenote: This fanfiction is 18+ because strong language and some graphic depictions of violence and sex. NSFW tags included in every chapter with mature content. Sensitive people are warned.  - There will be dialogue that may contain casual homophobia and sexism. As one of us being a queer woman, the authors DO NOT condone some of the views here depicted. I’m only being faithful to the characters, who can be pretty toxic people when they want to; These events take place at the same time as @aneenasevla​ ‘s Devil's Food

“Red Velvet” Chapters Links:

Akane’s Profile and details about the Oc��s

Ch 1 - Hopeless - (Part 1) - (Part 2)

Ch 2 - Shake it! - (Part 1) - (Part 2)

Ch 3 - Bar Talk

Ch 4 - The Panther Pounces

Ch 5 - The Talk -(Part 1) -(Part 2)

Ch 6 - Afterglow

Ch 7 - First Snow

Ch 8 - Christmas Party - (Part 1) - (Part 2)

Ch 9 - New Year

Ch 10 - Thrift Store Wars - (Part 1) - (Part 2) - (Part 3)

Ch 11 - ?

[ifdimpeul]

CAPA PARA DOAÇÃO — “My Girl Vampire” Seulgi and Joy.

[wawannie094]

until then, we aren't meant to be (pt.1)

Wendy hated French.

French class she meant, has always been a torture, to the point of tears stinging her eyes and threatening to fall in the middle of class.

But she needed French to graduate.

She took it regardless.

She was brought back to moments of giving up and quitting French, because the simplest self introductions terrified her limited vocab and anxiety stutters.

An exemption was made for her academic history. Wendy took music as a reflection from her dad's love for jazz and classical instruments, which rubbed off on her.

Everything was perfect, except one thing.

She was alone.

Not a totally bad thing, but she was feeling lonely because of it.

Wendy ate her lunch in the bathroom stalls for the first month, because eating in the cafeteria alone scares her.

Wendy knew absolutely no one, until she got her first friend, two months after. Her first friend was pretty, but Wendy didn't realize it enough to care.

Wendy was introduced to more friends from her first friend.

Wendy meets Seulgi: The birth of a chemistry spark, as simple, and as fast, as snapping your finger.

The reserved Wendy with fluffy cheeks meets the childish Seulgi with her signature bear-smile, who knew basically everyone.

Wendy's calmness keeps Seulgi grounded, and helps guide her in the right direction; Seulgi brings life out of Wendy and always reminds her to loosen up once in a while.

Seulgi was the missing piece of her life.

Seulgi was her soulmate.

"She must be." Wendy lays flat on her soft bed, staring blindly at the ceiling. The ceiling wasn't smooth - small bumps scattered throughout the surface like popcorn.

"Ew." Wendy sits up abruptly, only to be welcomed by the surge of darkness and a lightheaded stuffy feeling. Iron deficiency at its finest.

She holds her head with one hand, waiting for the heavy feeling to wear off, before hopping off her bed to head downstairs.

"It's about time." Wendy was feeling giddy, for the next step she was about to take - to finally ask for Seulgi's hand.

The last step of a soulmate confirmation.

The intertwined hands of matching soulmates will reveal an emerging tattoo on the wrist of both soulmates. Tattoo designs, are tailored to symbolize the unique, individualized relationship between soulmates. Tattoos remain permanent for the remaining days once they've held hands with their soulmates.

Wendy has been waiting for this moment - since she knew the existence of soulmates.

"A soulmate will love you, more than anyone else could ever."

(next part coming up)

[tiarasidestory]

2/23/23

So, I’ve been working on ch27 daily for about the last 2 weeks.(not on the weekends) and it’s coming along rather well. It’s still a Joy chapter, that hasnt changed. Joys character needs some attention and her story arc needs attention. I know I posted about some concerns about content I intended to add and while I toned my original idea down there is still some left. 

I wanted each characters original intro idea to have a different setting and theme. Even when I changed the intros to “backstories” I still wanted that. Joys intro at the time was a look into the bounty hunter lifestyle. (Before I introduced and shifted focus to rdog, Kato and the team, Joy was our first glimpse into that.) I still want that out of Joys content currently. Joys character is obviously very different from them and so are her circumstances. I’m not going to go into a deep dive of her character right now but, to summarize for this blog and without giving spoiler type insight, Joys arc is supposed to show us the very real, the very dangerous and very unglamorous side of bounty hunting and I’m really banking on that this chapter as we see how joys decision to work for Amadopolis plays out. So if something seems dark or controversial it’s kind of what I want to show. Again I might be over reacting myself, it may not be bad at all. I think I’m about half way complete so, stay tuned.

[hope-edits]

📌 Terapeuta de Bolso (SF)

pedido pessoal para fanfic própria ft. @princenonu (spirit)

red velvet (seulrene)

caso se inspire, credite

[screamingwiththewolves]

(i know @ulec-elec tagged my redvelvet blog, but I prefer answering with this one XD)

School for vampires. The Count. Need I say more?

2. Casper (just, every casper thing, old cartoons, scare school, movies, ect XD. Except maybe the 90s cartoon? It's not bad, it just feels like they took animaniacs, and replaced the siblings with the Casper cast XD like it's meant to be a one off bit, not a full on show.) He's just such a wonderfully sweet kid with a good heart, annnd a lot of sadness XD like, in the old cartoons he tried to kill a lot, and it was always a joke because "haha, he's already dead" and it's just so sad, and outta pocket. He also just has the vibe of a fairytale princess XD

3. Tutinstine. MUMMY, MUMMY, MUMMY, MUMMY.

4. Super Robot Monkey Team Hyper Force Go. a great show that ended on the worst cliff hanger I've ever seen in a cartoon XD and was my first fandom.

5. 100% Wolf: Legend of the moonstone. the characters are so fun, and I love seeing werewolves that have made tech to help them, as well as the LORE! (why has like no other show/cartoon done a version of moonbands before? why are these like the first werewolves to make inventions to help themselves?)

6. Inuyasha. (anime are cartoons, fight me) it was my first real anime, and I was obsessed with it. It inspired me a lot, and fueled a lot of how I write lore and world building.

7. American Dragon; Jake Long. I simply love every thing about it (except the weird redesigns half way through the show, but i respect the choice to do so) Rose is great a boss and her CHARECTER ARC, Jake is a good kid, his friends are great. the fact a character is named spud. all the creatures, and lore! I just love it.

8. Dream Eater Merry. This was like, a weird one season anime, from a manga I've never read. but GOD, were the fight scenes, music, and visuals cool. I just always found it really cool.

Honorable mentions; Sugar Sugar Rune, Lore Olympus (if you've read my Casper fanfics, you may have noticed. XD) my life as a teenage robot. (cause Vexus is queen, and i love her, and so is Eartha Kit.) Sailor Moon, Mew Mew Power, and El Tigre. (Mew Mew Power, and El Tigre made me obsessed with animal powered super heroes)

8 shows to get to know me

thank you Ro @comaboybuck for tagging me <3

1- Sense8 (this show came out and got its hooks on me and hasn’t let me go since 2015. Something changed in my brain because of it. The comfort show to end all comfort shows)

2- Supernatural (I can’t leave it out because this explains so much about me and my pursuit of fannish activities, even if I gave up on the show around s10. By the way, this show was HUGE in my English learning journey)

3- Teen Wolf (Derek Hale makes my brain go brrr. He’s literally suffered more than jesus himself. It’s weirdly comforting to watch it still)

4- Friends (yet another one that was part of my language learning journey. I owe so much to the shows that helped me speak English, guys)

5- BBC Merlin (oh you know why probably. But also, English, guys. Really the English part is really important)

6- The Lizzie Bennet Diaries (which I wasn’t sure if it counts as a show but it might be the best modern adaptation of a Jane Austen novel after the 2005 Pride and Prejudice movie, and if you know anything about me is that I love Pride and Prejudice)

7- My Secret Romance (the first kdrama I ever watched and the one that convinced me to actually learn Korean)

8- 911 (which I love for many reasons that I’m not able to express because they’re too big)

god, it was so damn difficult, I didn’t realize that while I’ve seen a lot of shows, not many have rewired my brain… so I’m giving this difficult task to @kaz-cain @shadowoftheforce @buckystilinski @claytonsdani and @all-or-nothing-baby

[nanaooyoo]

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[toffeekitty]

crime and punishment

genre mystery & fluff

series (1/2)

summary you've been assigned to write an article about an infamous Seattle murder. Meeting with your murdering-muse, you find out a little too much about this unsolved case.

pairing red velvet irene x reader

warnings murder , crime

content criminal!irene x journalist!reader

wc 3.4k

a/n AHH my first post on this blog !! :) part two will be out shortly 🙏 i hope u enjoy <3

inspired by the silent patient by alex michaelides

DAY ONE

“Good Morning this is Georgia Waters with HTY News at nine,” the blonde woman was speaking into a microphone in front of an old mansion. Old money most likely. “Today, I’m here in front of the Harp family home where a tragic event took place last night,” she began walking closer towards the home, as far as the police tape would let her, “three bodies found dead.” You take another bite of toast and listen to the reporter go on about how crime-ridden Seattle has been recent. 

After hearing enough of her voice you go to the suggested videos on the sidebar and click another titled ‘Bae Joo Hyun found not guilty. Another similar voice covers a video of a woman standing in a courtroom wearing a baggy orange jumpsuit. “Today, July 17th, 2016, Bae Joohyun was found not guilty by state law due to an unstable mentality.” You stare at Joohyun, watching her look down at her feet. She never seems to look up to the judge, even when he announces her innocence. A few moments after he picks up his gavel, she is taken away through the back doors. Cameras flash and reporters write furiously in their notepads until they can no longer see the bright orange of her uniform. 

Five years ago, a household maid, Bae Joohyun, was found with three bodies. The investigators found zero evidence to imprison the maid. A gun was found in her bag but the bodies were stabbed and the gun had never been fired. Putting her in an institute was a weak excuse for them sucking at their job and not being able to solve a homicide. Joohyun is guilty and today you’re going to get that out of her. 

Your next bite of toast almost becomes lodged in your throat once you realize what time it is. Closing your laptop shut, you spring up from your chair and begin to throw on your outfit. It was already planned, due to how nervous you were last night for today, so getting ready won’t take too long. Your outfit consists of some high-waisted straight-leg jeans and a black turtleneck. Simple, hot, and somewhat professional. Stuffing your remaining toast into your mouth, you step into your little black heels and grab a tote bag to throw your things into. You step out of your apartment door and speed walk down the fire-escape stairs and out of the door onto the busy Seattle streets. 

You breathe in the crisp autumn air and walk down your apartment steps, housing little crunchy leaves. Your phone starts ringing as you open the door of your little black sedan. Pulling your phone out from your back pocket, you answer as you sit down and close your door. “Hello?” you saw the contact name and already know who it is and why she’s calling. 

“(Y/N) where are you? I just got a call from Johnny and he said you’re ten minutes late?” Jen barks into the phone. 

“Yes. Yes. I’m sorry, I’m on my way right now. I lost track of time this morning,” You tuck your phone into your shoulder to hold it up to your ear as you drive. “I’ll be there in like ten minutes.” It was a 20-minute drive but ten minutes just sounded better.

Jen takes a deep breath, “Okay. ten minutes. Be there.” She hangs up. 

Once you step out of your car, you start to run to the elevator in the parking garage. Running was an overstatement. You were running as well as you could in heels. The half-assed running paid off because Johnny didn’t seem as pissed as Jen had been on the phone earlier. Johnny was sitting in the little waiting room in the main lobby and drinking out of a soda bottle, most likely from the vending machine on the far side of the room. “Hey,” you meekly announce yourself to him. 

He looks up from his phone, “Hey, look who showed up,” he said with a little sly smile. Thank god he wasn’t mad. You like working with Johnny. He’s funny and can make light of the fucked up things you both report. 

“Yeah, finally. Sorry I’m late”

“Don’t worry too much about it. Sorry I called Jen. I wasn’t trying to rat you out or anything like that. I honestly just forgot if you were coming today and called to make sure.” 

“Oh, it's fine. I shouldn’t have been late,” you smile at him to let him know that you’re not mad about his snitching. Once he stands up from the 80’s print chair, you both walk towards the receptionist’s desk. You knock lightly on the sliding glass that separates the desk and the lobby. It slides open and a freckled face appears. She has short brown hair and circle lens glasses. She has to be older than the 1980s waiting-chairs behind you. 

“Can I help you?” her voice is scratchy and old. 

“Hello, we’re writers for The Seattle Press. We had called and made an appointment to visit Bae Joohyun,” you tell her with a small smile. She’s wearing an ID on her shirt that reads ‘Ingrid’.

She looks both of you up and down and raises one of her eyebrows. “Okay,” she leans back in her desk chair and grabs two IDS. She places them onto the desktop and you both grab them. They’re similar to the one she is wearing; however, they both say ‘VISITOR PASS’ in bold capital letters. You clip yours onto your jeans and thank the woman at the desk. She gives you directions to the common room, where you can find Joohyun, as well as the room where you can privately visit her if needed. Again, you thank her then set on your way to hunt down your muse.

Several classical paintings hung on the hallway walls. All copies, of course, have no originals. The two of you follow the directions given by Ingrid through the bright white hallways and eventually end up at two french doors. There was a little sign above the doorway stating, ‘COMMONS’. Johnny pushes them open slowly and peers into the large room. You peek in after him before pushing through and stepping out first. 

The room was gorgeous compared to the rest of the building. Tall windows lined the walls on one side, letting the morning sun flood onto the hardwood flooring. Several patients occupied the space. Some sat in big vintage armchairs and read. Others played board games and cards. Two women sat in the corner and played chess. As your eyes were scanning the room, a tall man in white scrubs waved to you. You politely smile at him and make your way over to where he’s sitting with a few other patients. Johnny trails behind you. 

“Hey! I heard you were coming today,” he stands up. He puts his hand out for you to shake it, “Myles,” he introduces himself with a small smile. 

You take his hand, “(Y/N).” Johnny follows suit after you drop Myles’ hand. 

“We haven’t had reporters here in ages. Not since I’ve worked here anyways,” Myles chuckles a little. 

“How long have you worked here?”

“Almost seven years. I was here when Joohyun was admitted. It was hard for her at first. She was always fighting back, not wanting to take her medicine, and arguing with the other patients.”

“How is she now?”

“She doesn’t even talk. You barely notice her,” he motions his hand toward the far right corner of the room. There sat a woman with long chestnut hair and deep brown eyes. Her face was emotionless as she stared out of one of the large windows. Unlike the other patients, she held no book, game, or conversation. She just observed. You felt sorry for her in a way, even if she might be a murderer. “Sorry if this is rude but, why now?” Myles asks you.

“Why now?”

“You know, why are you interviewing her five years later?”

Johnny answers, “A youtube channel made a video about the unsolved crime and since the fifth anniversary just passed, our organization decided to write a little story.”

Myles and Johnny continue to chat while you slowly make your way to the woman at the window. As you sit down in the chair opposite her, she doesn’t look at you. She keeps her eyes fixated on the scenery outside. You turn your head to look out as well, and maybe you’ll see what is so interesting outside. The sidewalks are filled with people wearing sweaters and scarves that flow in the wind. Occasionally, a leaf or two flutters by and onto the ground. The streets are lined with apartments and coffee shops. One little blue apartment building catches your eye. You think it’s cute since all the others are brick. You can see the water from here and the ferry that sits upon it. You turn your attention back towards the woman.

“Hello,” you greet her hoping it will push her to look at you. It doesn’t. She continues to stare out her window. “I’m with The Seattle Press. I’m here to talk to you.” You search her face for any change in expression. Her face remains cold and composed. “I would really appreciate it if you would cooperate with me.” She acts as if she doesn’t hear you. This act was starting to get frustrating and you desperately wanted her to acknowledge you. 

You shuffle a bit in your chair and adjust yourself. The chair is scratchy and colored maroon. The two of you sit in silence. She stares out the window and you stare at her. Trying to understand what is going on in her head. Myles says she doesn’t talk much. You’re starting to believe she doesn’t talk at all. A few more minutes of uncomfortable silence go by before you decide to take out your notepad. You make a few notes on how she is silent and ticking you off. You also scribble little doodles of her and her expressionless expression. 

Soon enough, Johnny makes his way over. “What’s going on?” he whispers to you and eyes Joohyun. Instead of answering him, you decide to rise to your feet and walk away from the woman. Johnny trails behind you, “Wait up (Y/N). What happened?”

“Nothing,” you frown, “she refuses to speak or even look at me.” You sigh heavily and run a hand through your hair. “I don’t understand what to do.”

“We have a week, (Y/N)” he assures you, “you can try again tomorrow. Maybe she’ll think it over and decide to talk tomorrow.” This consoles you a little bit and you nod slowly. 

DAY TWO

Your hair flutters in the wind even in the grimy parking garage. It’s a windy October day and day two of your week-long project. Johnny isn’t coming today, or the rest of the week, he fell ill last night so you decided to just tackle this project yourself. He was secretly grateful though. Today you wore something comfy, a long brown dress with a white mock neck underneath and tennis shoes. You expect another day of staring out windows. 

Ingrid recognizes you from yesterday and has your visitor pass ready once you reach the front desk. You thank her and clip it onto your dress. Then you make your way back to the familiar commons room. Myles is in his usual spot playing games. This time they are playing LIFE instead of Monopoly. He looks up at you when you enter and you wave. He smiles and turns back to the board game. 

Joohyun isn’t in her chair from yesterday. She sits in a mustard yellow chair on the other side of the room today. Her hair is up in a ponytail and she’s wearing a pale yellow cardigan and cream-colored pajama pants. Most of the other patients are wearing the same pants. You make your way over and seat yourself across from her just like yesterday. She stares out the window. 

“Hello Joohyun,” you introduce yourself, “I don’t think I ever told you my name yesterday...it’s (Y/N).” She continues to stare. “I know it might seem weird that I’m here to talk to you but it would help me out if you could just give me a few statements?” Nothing. No emotions. No words. Nothing. You’re frustrated. You’re about to start begging. Please. Please just speak to me. This is pointless. You groan and collapse your face into your hands. You peek up at her, “I’ll be back in an hour or so.” 

A new idea has popped into your head and you get up to execute your plan. You grab your bag and make your way out of the commons room. 

A few minutes later you’re on the street outside of the hospital. In the car earlier, when you were driving to go see Joohyun, you spotted a new coffee shop that had opened recently. It’s pretty busy but you’ll manage. While you’re standing in line you start thinking about why she doesn’t talk. It would make a little sense if it was just her not speaking to you. Maybe she doesn’t like the press. She used to be their main topic five years ago. Myles said she doesn’t speak ever. For the past five years. What happened to her? Who took her voice?

You order two iced coffees. One for you and one for Joohyun. Hopefully, she isn’t a coffee-hater. 

Soon you’re walking back into the hospital. Ingrid stops you and asks to see the drinks and check your bag. They need to be safe and make sure you’re not smuggling anything in. She lets you go and you walk back to Joohyun. When you walk in Myles looks at you and chuckles a little at your second attempt to make her speak. 

Joohyun is still in the yellow armchair when you walk back to yours. You sit down and place your coffee on the floor next to your feet. You extend your arm to her and offer the coffee. “I got this for you. It’s vanilla.” Nothing. She doesn’t take it. You’re not surprised. “I’ll put it right here for you,” you place it on the window sill beside her.

A few minutes of silence go by before you decide to get some work done. You might as well make use of the time you’re spending doing nothing. During the minutes of silence, you’ve decided to use today and tomorrow by just trying to make Joohyun comfortable around you. You reach into your bag and take out your laptop. You start to knock out some emails that you’ve been needing to reply to and take care of work assignments. 30 minutes go by and Joohyun is still staring out the window. You’ve finished your coffee and need to use the bathroom. “I’ll be right back,” you let Joohyun know and walk over to Myles. He gives you directions to the staff bathroom.

You splash your face a few times after washing your hands and stare into the bathroom mirror. The mirror stares back. The clock behind you reads 3:26 PM. You should probably leave soon. There is a library close to your apartment and you wanted to go see what newspapers they have before going home. 

You walk out of the bathroom and into the winding halls then into the commons room. Once you look over to Joohyun your breath stops. She’s looking right at you and holding her coffee cup. She is still emotionless as she stares at you. You walk towards her and try to contain your smile. You don’t want to overdo it or push her too much. You’ll talk to her tomorrow. You sit down back in your chair and smile at her. She doesn’t smile back but instead takes a sip of her coffee. Her eyes drift back to the window and this time you’re not even angry. 

You decide to spend the next hour working on your project. You write little details about things she does and doesn’t. You look out the window and see what things she’s staring out. The apartments, the little blue apartment building, people, trees, shops, and so on. 

She finishes her coffee by the time you get up. The ice had already melted from how slowly she finished it. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” you smile at her, grab your bag, and leave. 

An elderly man looks up from his novel at you when you walked into the library. You give him a little polite nod, he ignores you and goes back to his novel. The “Joohyun murders” section at the library is a little bare. You’re standing in the true-crime aisle and scanning the author’s names for the man you’re looking for. While you were watching Joohyun slowly drink her coffee, you ended up googling a few books about similar cases. To your surprise, you found a book written about the woman herself. Apparently, the author was a gardener who worked weekly at the Harp home. Kim is his last name. 

You find the book after a few more seconds of searching. With the book secure under your arm, you make your way to the counter to checkout. As you’re fishing your library card out of your tote, the old man raises his eyebrows at the book. “A few years ago, he held a book signing at the bookstore across the street.”

“Really? I heard people were pretty shaken up about it when it happened.”

“Oh yes, I remember it. My wife and I watched the trials and everything. It’s a shame that they still don’t know what happened. Did you ever look into it?”

“Yes Yes. Only recently though, I moved here last year so I didn’t know all of the details until this year.”

“Someone has to know something that we don’t. Taehyung Kim still lives here I think. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen him in here from time to time,” he gestured to the back author panel of the dust jacket. 

“Does he?” you take your book and receipt from him. He nods then picks his novel from before up again. You take that as your cue to leave.

DAY THREE

You may have found your missing puzzle piece. Last night, as you were reading the new book, you decided to be overly confident and contact Taehyung Kim. To your surprise, he answered after a few hours and agreed to meet up. 

You’re nervous and fidgeting with the hem of your skirt as you sit on the bus. Taehyung lives across the city from you so you just decide to take a bus instead of driving and using up your gas money. You’ve prepared a list of questions in the notes app on your phone. Scrolling down the list, you add and delete different questions until the bus stops at your destination. 

Taehyung lives in an ivy-covered old brick house. It’s gorgeous and sophisticated. The book must have made him some pocket money. You trot up his stone steps surrounded by evergreen landscaping. It’s much different than your little apartment in the middle of the city. The man himself steps out of the house before you even get the chance to knock. “Welcome!” he ushers you inside and closes the door after you. 

You slip off your shoes and leave them by his shoe pile by the door, “Thank you so much for meeting me today.” 

“It’s no trouble at all,” he smiles a little before gesturing you to walk in front of him to the french-room. A pale blue couch sits in front of a glass coffee table. There is a matching armchair in the corner opposite the couch. A Bonheur painting decorates the walls as well as a sash-bay window. He sits in the armchair so you park yourself on the pretty couch. 

“Do you mind?” you ask him as you hold up a little recorder from your bag. He shakes his head and you set the black box on the coffee table. A red light illuminates when you click a button on the side. “This is (Y/N) (L/N) with Taehyung Kim,” you quickly check your watch, “October 16th, 2021 at 10:17 AM.”

[ericshoney]

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Red Velvet Irene ( female bodyguard au )

This is actually more of a drabble, sorry 🥺

Camera flashes blind me. I blink away the afterimages of bright dots away from my vision. The throng of screaming girls with their gigantic cameras close in on me, like a swarm of bees around their queen bee. That's when I feel her hand wrap around my shoulder, her grip tightens, and no one dares to approach me.

I can't resist turning back to look at her. Our eyes meet for a brief second, then she casts her gaze on the ground.

I could hear her scold me in the back of my mind "only look at me like this when we are alone," she'd pull me by the waist "or else, they'll find out"

"And your career will be on the line." She didn't have to say the last part, I could guess it.

I'd rest my head on her shoulder, inhale her vanilla body mist, and feel at home. If I hadn't been famous, could we be together?

I dared another glance at her, but she ignored me.

A sharp pang of pain hit my heart. I wish we could board the plane again and go back to Jakarta. To the late nights we spent in my hotel room, just the two of us together. Lighting all the candles we could find, slow dancing in our underwears—to jazz songs from the times of our parents—feet bare on the marble tiles. I was happy—we were happy.

Shedding away the famous idol and the bodyguard personas when our bodies met halfway in a slow, matching rhythm. We swelled and crested until we crashed like the waves we saw on Ancol Beach.

I gasped as a male fan broke through, and almost got a hold of my wrist. She intercepted by pinning his hand behind his back, and forcing him face first on the ground. She immobilized him until the airport security came and took him away. She touched my elbow "are you okay?" Her eyes flashed with worry. I only realized now that I had been shaking this whole time "no, please hold my hand." The cameras continued to snap away this kdrama-like scene. I thought she'd refuse, our pictures would surely trend on Naver under the headline "princess knight saves famous idol irene."

To my surprise, she entwined our hands, and pushed furiously through the crowd. The crowd didn't budge, so she changed her mind and picked up pace. We broke into a run, not stopping until we got into the van and drove off.

She twisted open a bottle of water and gave it to me. I took a small sip when she said, "it's my fault you got scared, I should have acted faster"

"Actually, what you did back there...I like it," I got close to her ear and whispered "you should do this to me when we're alone."

She cupped my face and kissed me, a faint murmur passed against my lips "whatever mommy wants, mommy gets" heat coursed my body, and I couldn't wait to be alone with her.

[demonboyhalo]

oh isn't that nice :) velvet referencing the ao3 tagging system :)) we all know ao3 don't we? :))) it's a very popular fanfiction site :)))))))

[psyeulgi]

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[yezuri]

Let me come home

🗓 04.10.21

🎬 capa para doação, se tiver interesse chama no privado

🔑 em caso de inspiração, não se esqueça dos créditos

#NOTINHAS: tive essa ideia de ver uns vídeos no ytb e col certeza essa capa foi inspirada na música Home do Edward Sharpe, eu tô simplesmente apaixonada nessa música vei não dá ela é perfeita demais af. O desenvolvimento da capa foi bem gostosinho de fazer, mas no fundo tô sentindo que tá faltando alguma coisa

[tiarasidestory]

what’s next?

is the question I’m asking myself. Chapter 35 is in the works, and I’ve got some ideas on where to start but nothing is certain. I really want to do a chapter to see what Irene and Seulgi have been up to since reuniting and I think that will be the case, if not chapter 35, then 36. I have big plans for the volume finale, ch39. I feel like I have a lot more I want to get out before that though. I wonder if I split joys chapters up too much. Maybe I could condense a few of them if I absolutely had to. I don’t really have a max on content (though I try to aim for at LEAST 7000 words a chapter, again, I try.) or I could just try to not box myself into the 10 chapter volume format I have… where major things tend to happen at the end of each volume. Blah blah, I’m rambling. Anyways, the plan for now is get an Irene and Seulgi chapter out, of course see what Wendy and joys next moves are since we left on a bit of a cliff hanger. Maybe they return to Yeri and the crew? Or does Joy go back to ICC on her own? When I’m sure of what my main focus for ch35 is I will post again, for now still just writing stuff and seeing what sticks.