#red velvet drabble

[kyuusberry]

bite | red velvet irene drabble

pairing: vampire!irene x gn!reader

warnings: rene is lowkey crazy, slight blood, small mention of murder

a/n: this will not follow the traditional drabble.. which is a max of 100 words, but cough i made this 215 words cough.. anyways! enjoy ^^

cis men, homophobes, racists, 20+, smut accounts dni

vampire!irene who took interest in you when you first met

vampire!irene who pretended to be a noble lady who was interested in your family's business just to get closer to you

vampire!irene who stopped eating people just to appear normal to you and your family (almost died in the process, but it was worth it)

vampire!irene who married you and couldn't resist herself so she bit you, draining a lot of your blood, making you faint

vampire!irene who kept apologizing to you, crying her eyes out because she almost killed you

vampire!irene who paid you to stay with her

vampire!irene who turned you into a vampire too, wanting to live with you for eternity

vampire!irene who hated when you interacted with other people that weren't her

vampire!irene trying to not kill everyone you knew and loved so she could have you to herself

vampire!irene who spoiled you rotten

vampire!irene who loved cuddling with you

vampire!irene who loved kissing you

vampire!irene who loved talking to you about stupid stuff

vampire!irene who enjoyed going on walks in the woods with you

vampire!irene who loved you so much she would do anything for you, even if that meant killing someone or killing herself

[daemour]

Pairing: heiress! Bae Joohyun x gn! Reader

Genre: Angst, light fluff, mentioned arranged marriage

Warnings: arguing, some manipulation, suggestive content (13+)

Summary: When faced with a marriage she doesn't want, Joohyun decides to take matters into her own hands

Word Count: 713

Tipsy drabbles are back with a vengeance! Hope you guys enjoy it <3 its a short one hehe

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“Miss Joohyun,” you practically sprint after your friend and employee, the soon-to-be wife of the business mogul Beomjun Kim. “Whatever is the matter?”

Joohyun spins around, her brows furrowed and her lips pursed in a perfect display of discontent. In this moment, you’re struck with her ethereal beauty once more. Having worked with her for almost half your life, you’re rarely caught off-guard by it. But at this moment, she looks ready to strike you down, like the queen she is supposed to be.

“‘Whatever is the matter’, you ask? The matter is that I have no choice in my future. No chance at finding my own love!” Joohyun’s eyes flash. “And that, that pig is going to be my husband? He has no clue how to run his business, much less the combined efforts of both our families. And yet, my parents decided to have him be the one for me to marry?”

Your eyes widen at the blatant disrespect Joohyun has displayed, your eyes darting around to make sure no one else is within earshot. “Miss Joohyun! You know he’s already part of the board of your father’s company! You can’t say such things.”

Joohyun scoffs. “I’d much rather die than be with him for the rest of my life.” She stalks forward, reaching out to grab your hands. “(Y/N), you’ve got to understand me. You can’t possibly want me to be married to that thug either.”

Your mouth opens and closes as you stare at her. “I–” Joohyun blinks at you, the epitome of innocence although you both know that’s far from the truth. In the many years you and your family have served the Bae family, you’ve grown fond of the young woman who grew up alongside you. And she has found company in you as well. But her feelings surely do not match yours. “I’d rather you found someone you genuinely cared for, Miss Joohyun. But I cannot sway your parents’ decisions.”

Joohyun’s eyebrow raises. “I’m not asking you to. Lord knows their decisions will never change. But there is something we can do.” She leans in, her breath fanning over you and everything in you stiffens. “Run away with me.”

You blink once, twice. “What?” It comes out as a whisper, and Joohyun chuckles at the look on your face.

“Run away with me, (Y/N). Come on. Ever since we got older, we’ve hardly had time to spend with each other. I don’t want to marry Beomjun, and you can’t possibly want to work for my family for the rest of your life. It’s mutually beneficial.”

A frown pulls at the corner of your lips. “But I can’t possibly upend my life like that. My family would be devastated. I want to go with you, but I can’t bring myself to.”

Joohyun’s facial expression changes. Not to disappointment, or anger, but something else you can’t place. Something akin to a cat getting ready to pounce. “(Y/N),” she hums, leaning in just a tad more, and your breath catches in your throat. “Couldn’t you come with me, because I want you there?”

And before you can protest any more, Joohyun leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips. Your eyes squeeze shut. It’s what you’ve dreamt of at night when no one is away but your shallow breaths as you sneak a hand down your pyjama pants. A daydream you find yourself in as you clean the kitchen, imagining her slender arms wrapping around your waist as she presses kisses below your ear.

Deep in your mind, you know she doesn’t love you, not in the way she’s promising. The daughter of a business mogul, Joohyun is an expert in manipulating feelings. But maybe you’re so far gone, that if she wants you to believe she loves you, you’ll let yourself fall.

“If you want me, you can have me,” you murmur, and Joohyun’s face brightens at your quiet defeat. The sight of it makes a warmth bloom in your gut and you let a smile grace your face although your brain is screaming for you to pull back.

Living in a lie is worth it as long as she looks at you. Even if it’s not the way you look at her.

[wonkibrainrot]

[seullovesme]

jealousy drabble with irene pretty please? 🥹

jealousy w/ bae irene

pairing ⥬ irene x reader

warnings ⥬ irene is clingy and possessive, reader is oblivious

jealousy series

irene is not shy when it comes to expressing her jealousy, i mean, the girl is an open book! spare another girl a small glance and she’s clinging to you. maybe it sprouts from her extreme competitiveness because she can’t handle the thought of someone else getting too comfortable with what’s hers, so she makes sure that it will never happen!

the barista was definitely doing nothing but providing good customer service, but irene couldn’t help that death stare she gave her. clearly this worker was trying to start something when she gave you a smile, right? irene’s arm snaked around yours as you went to pay for the drinks, an action you didn’t pay much attention to since she was always touchy, but it was not just because she liked physical contact. the smug look was picked up by the employee, who nervously chuckled and quivered at how scary your short girlfriend was. the girl held out a receipt with your order number to you, but irene quickly snatched it, spinning the piece of paper to find any secret messages. you thanked the worker and led the bae to a small table, completely oblivious to her jealous tendencies.

the other times when you actually noticed was when you were hanging out in a group setting. she didn’t care how well you knew them, too close and she was livid. it never reached the kind of anger that made her lash out, but it got close. the girl your friends added to the friend group was almost a victim to her wrath after she flirted with you, but to be fair, she was unaware of your relationship. if she knew your girlfriend could turn into the terminator, then she would have never done so. you could’ve sworn that the moment irene heard you tell her that she even attempted to make a move, she got red in the face and puffed her chest like a cartoon character. she made sure to come to the next meet up, making her presence known. not a single second was spent separated as she held onto you the entirety of the day, her small hands gripping your arm. the girl was intimidated by irene’s persistence and kept her distance. you can still remember how irene looked like she had won a battle, but you didn’t have it in you to tell her it was totally one-sided because the girl had already apologized for possibly disrespecting your relationship by flirting. you knew she meant no harm. plus, it got you a super clingy bunny. a win is a win.

[yujinnieswifeu]

Can you write red velvet x fem reader?

a/n: Hii i’m so so truly sorry for the long wait anon, please forgive me!! 😭 since i don’t really know much abt red velvet, i just wrote some drabbles of Irene and Seulgi, i hope its fine and you enjoy it!! Thanks for the request ;)

Warnings: none, just super fluffy hehe

How Irene and Seulgi reacts during confessions

Irene

We all know Irene is ice queen and im not going to change my mind 🤓 so when you hear the words that spilled past her lips when she confesses that she liked you for awhile now, you were not only taken back, but also glad she had come up to you first since if it was the other way around, you probably would not have said anything because of her icy demeanour and just go home crying in your pillows.

“S-so..i just want to know if you like me too?” Her hands were kept busy, a nervous habit of hers and you held them abruptly, which makes her breath hitch slightly, her face getting slightly red at the contact.

“I liked you for a while now too” you had nodded your head, squeezing her hands which were probably sweaty but you did not care one bit. “You..do?” She looks up at you, since you were slightly taller than her, and your lips curves up to your eyes, your eyes were sparkling which she was always drawn to. It just made her fell for you even more and she could feel her heart beating against her chest.

“Can i..kiss you?” She inches closer, backing you up against the wall of your enclosed room, her demeanour changing but you kinda liked it? “Y-yeah..” Irene closes the gap between you two, kissing you softly at first, your hands were squeezing hers slightly and she rubs your palm, deepening the kiss.

She pulls away, her eyes a darker shade of brown. “You taste so good y/n…”

Seulgi

Seulgi is so puppy coded?? You can’t tell me otherwise. Just imagine her always being so cheerful wherever she goes, it was something that you always liked about her, her bubbly personality. But beyond that, she was always so sweet as well, whenever you were sad over a break up with one of your exes, she was there for you. Telling you that they don’t deserve you, telling you that it was their loss and that you deserve someone better.

Soon, you found yourself drawn to her, how she always cared for you and at your side no matter what happens, making you fall in love with her even more. And not to mention how pretty she looks, how could you not?

It was as if luck was on your side, and as cliche as it sounds, you tripped and fell on her accidentally, her back hitting the hard floor as your face were inches away from hers. It was like those k-dramas, and in that moment, you felt it, the electricity between you two. Your eyes searched hers, and she simply gulped, before reminding you that you were still on top of her.

After that incident, she has been ignoring you. It was coming to a week now and you were starting to lose patience. Every time you would go up to her to try to spark a conversation, she would just find someone else to talk to, dragging them away instead, leaving you frustrated.

When you saw her again, she was about to run off with someone and that was when you erupted. “Kang Seulgi!” She had stopped in her tracks, everyone around her started to quickly walk away from you two, realising the situation and you stomped up to her.

“I’ve had it up to here with you, explain why you are avoiding me!” You said rather loudly, your teeth were clenched slightly in frustration as your hands were curled into a fist. “Wha..what are you talking a-about?” She was acting dumb which frustrated you even more, rolling your eyes as you let out a frustrated sigh, you pulled at her wrist, yanking her to an empty classroom before closing the door behind you two.

“Explain yourself Kang, ever since that incident you have been avoiding me.” You whined in annoyance, and she could feel her cheeks turning hot just at the thought of the incident. How could she not? She had this huge HUGE crush on you for the longest time now and that happened, it just made her scared, she did not want to lose you.

“I….i..i’m sorry.” She sighed, her hands were sweaty as she placed them at her side like a kid would, which made you sigh, holding one of her hands in yours as you gave it a comforting squeeze. “Please Seulgi…tell me why? Did you know? I…i was so happy when that happened, to be that close to you..i know it sounds wrong and all but i think..i think i like you? I’m not sure yet but you make me fee—”

Soft lips on yours, Seulgi kisses you with hunger, her hands now at the sides of your cheeks as she cups them, you groan into the kiss, your hands tangled in her hair as you pull her impossibly closer to you, making out messily.

Soon, you two pull away, breathing heavily and she giggles, breaking the silent. “Wha..whats so funny?” Seulgi shakes her head, smiling which makes you smile too. The Seulgi you knew was back. “I..i like you y/n..for the longest time, i’m sorry for ignoring you, i was just scared of losing you as a friend so i thought that if i ignored you, we would at least still be f-friends.” Her voice cracked a little at the end, and it made your heart break.

You cup her cheeks this time, wiping the tears forming at her eyes away with your thumb before pecking her soft lips again. “I like you Seulgi, i want to be more than friends if that is what you want to.” She smiles contagiously, nodding her head and you smiled back, before pulling her in for another kiss.

[itzyjinnie]

Kinktober Day 10 (🔞)

Ryujin × Wendy - Hey Beautiful

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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

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[child-of-the-cosmos]

He workin'.

Drabble I made > here.

[technologyculturedneo]

Sour Memory: Doyoung

Pairing. Brother!Kim Doyoung x fem (I)!reader ft Irene x Jaehyun

Synopsis. "What I saw that night still haunts me. And no one believes me."

Warnings. Angst.

WC. 7k

As younger siblings often do, I absolutely worshiped my older brother Kim Doyoung. To me, he always seemed like the coolest person in the world. Everything he did fascinated me beyond belief. It was like he lived in a completely different world. Everyone liked him. He was class president, a star baseball player, and had an all-around great personality.

Despite being older, Doyoung wasn’t the stereotypical ‘older brother monster’. I think that’s why we got along so well. He would never dream of hurting me. Not in any way. When I told my psychiatrists that, they didn’t believe me. ‘An older brother who never once tormented his little sister?’ They said someone like that couldn’t exist. But Doyoung was different. He wouldn’t hurt a fly. His bedroom door was always open whenever I needed someone to talk to. He’d let me lie on his floor and listen to his music records while he did his homework. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

Growing up in a small town in the middle of Kwangya Island, we only became closer. Maybe it was because of our family situation that we both felt like we needed each other. Our father was an alcoholic. He’d come home drunk and take all his anger out on us. But Doyoung never let him get to me. He’d let me sleep in his bed most nights so I wouldn’t have to lie awake, alone, listening to our parents fighting through the thin bedroom walls.

Our mother was a saint. She was one of the only people I could turn to for help, one of the few who truly understood the pain, besides Doyoung. Sadly, she died when I was thirteen. The autopsy showed that Mom had overdosed on painkillers. They ruled it as accidental, but I was never sure. After she was gone, our father only got worse. Things became so unbearable that the moment Doyoung graduated high school, he moved into an apartment on the other side of town and took me with him. Our father barely protested. I’m pretty sure he never wanted kids in the first place.

From then on, it was just Doyoung and me against the world. He enrolled at the local community college and worked part-time at a grocery store. It wasn’t glamorous, but it put food on the table. We made it work. We were finally away from our broken home, and just having each other was enough.

That’s when we made the biggest mistake of our lives. We didn’t know it at the time, of course, but to this day, I still regret picking up that phone.

It was the end of summer, around 2027. The winds were brisk as early September approached. Doyoung and I had been on our own for about two years by then. I was 17, he was 27. I remember sitting at the kitchen table, finishing my homework, while Doyoung was fixing frozen chicken as dinner from our favourite TV channel.

When Doyoung’s phone rang in the living room, I jumped up to answer it.

“Hello?” I said into the receiver.

It was Mark Lee, Doyoung’s best friend from high school. The two of them had been inseparable until college sent them in different directions. Mark had ended up in NCity Varsity, and I could hear the longing in his voice as he caught up with me for a moment. Then he turned serious. “Hey, let me talk to your brother real quick,” Mark said. “I’ve got some news I think he’ll like.”

I rolled my eyes playfully and handed the phone to Doyoung. I could hear him laughing as he caught up with Mark. They were on the phone for a good hour. By the time Doyoung returned, I had already taken the dinners out of the oven and finished mine.

“Hey, sorry about that, Y/n,” Doyoung said, smiling softly as he sat down across from me. “You’ll never believe what Mark’s been up to.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Is he on Neo Varsity’s Most Wanted already?”

Doyoung rolled his eyes. “No, but he might as well be. His neighbours are going to Bermuda for Labor Day weekend, and he’s throwing a monster party in their house while they’re gone. He’s invited us to come and crash it. Can you believe that?”

He chuckled, taking a bite of his frozen chicken.

I should’ve known then that we shouldn’t go. It was illegal—breaking into someone’s house to throw a party? I knew it was wrong. But I was 17, naïve, and desperate to be just as legendary as my big brother. So, of course, I agreed.

We planned to drive to Mark’s house in Neo City. It would take about a day from Kwangya Island. But we were too excited to care. We spent the long car ride blasting out Exo’s music on the radio and singing the lyrics way off-key- well… I sang off key, Doyoung was perfect.

That was definitely one of the best times of my life. I felt completely content. We had no idea what was coming. Little did I know the terror we’d be thrown into later that night.

If I could, I would’ve made Doyoung turn the car around or drive us straight off a cliff.

We’d been in the car for about 13 hours straight, not counting the endless gas stops and bathroom breaks. Around 9h00 p.m., we noticed we were deep in a nowhere land. The GPS map said we were still in Neo Tech Road, but it didn’t feel like it.

“You sure we’re not lost?” I asked, chewing my bubblegum slower in stress.

Doyoung kept his eyes fixed on the road and nodded. “Of course not. Mark gave me the directions himself.”

I rolled my eyes and blew a bubble.

We drove through nothing but trees for what felt like another hour before I finally declared we were lost. My brother had this idea that Mark was some kind of genius, but I knew better. It was Mark after all. Doyoung was getting tired. I was getting restless. I’d been sitting in the same position for so long I could barely feel my legs.

“Can we please pull over somewhere?” I whined, my gum starting to lose its flavor.

“Don’t you think I would’ve done that about two hours ago?” Doyoung replied, stifling a cough.

That cough turned into a slight wheeze, which made my ears perk up. “Are you okay?” I asked, concern quickly filling my voice.

He nodded and brushed it off, saying it was just a tickle in his throat. Usually, I wouldn’t have thought twice about it, but that night, I was on high alert. Doyoung had really bad asthma. We’d had more than a few close calls, and the thought of losing him scared me more than the empty road in front of us.

About 30 minutes later, Doyoung began to grumble under his breath. “That jackass had no idea what he was talking about.”

I didn’t respond. I knew he couldn’t admit that I was right. But I was starting to feel really uncomfortable. It had been two hours of nothing but trees, and we’d only seen a few cars pass every 50 miles or so. I didn’t want to say it out loud, but once I swallowed my bubblegum, I was scared for many reasons. Where were we even going to sleep? The idea of pulling over and sleeping on the side of the road creeped me out.

We were starving, too. At one point, Doyoung asked me to check the map to see if there were any rest stops or motels nearby. There weren’t. The GPS woman was just as lost – reflecting nothing but an empty road for miles.

But that all changed around 23h30 p.m. Doyoung was practically falling asleep at the wheel when my eyes landed on a tiny speck on our the GPS map on the screen.

“Doyoung, get up!” I shook him, excitement rising in my voice. “There’s a restaurant coming up in about 20 miles!”

His eyes popped open. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, it’s called Red’s Cafe & Family Restaurant. There should be an exit coming up.”

I couldn’t believe our luck. It did strike me as odd that it was the only rest stop for hundreds of miles, but honestly? I was too hungry to care. I gave Doyoung directions, even though there were no signs in the pitch-black woods. Still, I could feel that we were getting close. Soon, Doyoung turned out of the highway and there it was…

I can still see the neon sign and the bright, bustling lights.

“Red’s Cafe” looked like your typical 2000’s cyber-tech meets 1950’s-style diner. A small building with large glass windows, easy to see into. I could make out a few people inside, sitting and eating.

Doyoung parked along the dirt road, and I jumped out of the car, desperate to stretch my legs. It was colder than I expected for September, so I pulled my sweatshirt over my head as Doyoung buttoned up his jacket. The scent of coffee and homemade pie drifted out through the sliding glass doors.

As we walked toward the building, I glanced up at the sign again. There was another part to it I hadn’t noticed earlier… it flickered under the moonlight:

“Red’s Care & Family Restaurant — Motel on the East Side.”

“I guess you could spend the night here too if you wanted,” Doyoung smirked. I smiled. At least we wouldn’t be sleeping in the car.

When we stepped inside, the place was alive with activity.

The floor was checkered, the red vinyl booths nearly all filled. A few rugged-looking men sat at the counter, sipping steaming coffee. A woman and her young daughter giggled over a plate of pancakes. A group of teenagers in leather jackets huddled around the jukebox- one of them slipped in a coin, and an old Shinee’s tune started to play. “Baby-”

Then, out of nowhere, this unexplainable dread washed over me. It wasn’t the song that made me feel uneasy… but the atmosphere. It was heavy. And I couldn’t shake it. I felt… heavy.

I didn’t even notice the woman approach us.

“Can I help you kids?” She asked, her voice as soft as butter.

I looked up into the kind, dark eyes of a young looking woman. She wore a red wool dress lightly clinging to her body and ending over her knees, with matching shoes, and a white apron draped over her front. Her face was crafted and pampered with such soft makeup, her slick black hair gleaming under the lights. She smiled warmly. But I couldn’t speak. I don’t know why, I just couldn’t open my mouth.

“Uh, yes ma’am,” Doyoung said with his usual gentlemanly charm. “We’d just like a quick bite to eat before we hit the road again.”

He nudged me gently in the back. I nodded.

“Well, come on in then. I’m Irene, Bae Irene. Welcome to my humble little restaurant.”

She laughed. It was lighthearted and contagious, full of age and years. But somehow… it made me uncomfortable.

Doyoung chuckled, reaching out to shake her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Irene. I’m Kim Doyoung and this is my sister, Y/n.”

I forced a smile and shook her hand too. She looked perfect, like someone’s sweet young trad wife… but something about her made my skin crawl.

I always got that way around people I didn’t know. “Y/n. That’s such a lovely name,” Irene said, eyes lingering on me way more than I’d like to admit. I managed a weak smile as she let out another warm laugh. “Well, I don’t want to see you kids just standing around. Come on, I’ll find you a booth.”

Doyoung and Irene were soon chatting up a storm, walking ahead together. I trailed behind, pretending not to notice. As we made our way through the diner, I learned that Irene and her husband, Jaehyun, had opened the place a few years ago after retiring from the busy Neo City. She worked as the hostess; he was the cook. They never had children, which is why Irene enjoyed it so much when young people came in. The way she spoke, she made it seem like she was pushing 60, but when she said she’s 40, I was shocked. She looked… so young.

Doyoung was always polite. He laughed at her jokes and even told her a bit of our sob story. I just wanted him to stop talking- and she serves the food and then we leave. I did not feel comfortable here. But when she found out we didn’t really have any parents, her face changed, almost like it gave her some kind of purpose.

“Oh, you poor things. Well, why don’t you scan the QR menu with your phones so that I can make you guys something quick to eat,”

“Unfortunately our phones died, they’re in the car.” Doyoung explained. Irene clutched her heart sadly.

“Oh you poor things, driving out for hours. You know what, consider me your mother for the night,” She said sweetly, quickly walking to an isle passage and then coming back with our menus.

I slid into the booth across from my brother, trying to smile as Irene walked away. Doyoung chuckled and thanked her again, opening his menu with a grin.

“Isn’t she just the sweetest woman you’ve ever met?” He beamed, his light black bangs falling over his eyes.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I slouched down in my seat, not even bothering to look at the menu. My eyes drifted across the room. I watched the teenagers by the futurist jukebox sipping Coke straight from glass bottles, chatting and laughing. I saw the little girl from earlier get up and ask Irene for a napkin and Irene hugged her like she was her own daughter.

I almost gagged.

“What’s the matter? Are you feeling okay?” Doyoung asked, sensing my mood.

I nodded but didn’t say a word when he asked what I wanted to eat. I got the feeling that he could sense my hostile attitude. I knew I was getting on his nerves, but honestly, I didn’t care. When Irene came to take our order, I kept quiet. Doyoung ordered pancakes and some pizza and hot chocolate for both of us, flashing her a warm smile.

As she walked away, he turned back to me, visibly annoyed. “What’s your deal tonight, Y/n? You’re acting like a little kid,” He grumbled.

I bit the inside of my cheek and muttered, “Don’t you feel a little uncomfortable around her?”

Doyoung raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”

“Mrs. Bae Irene isn’t giving off good vibes. Don’t you feel it? She’s weird. ‘Consider me your mother for the night’? What was that about?” I didn’t understand how he couldn’t see it.

“She’s just being nice,” Doyoung shot back. “God, stop being so stuck up and try to appreciate what she’s doing for us.” I figured he was just tired and hungry.

He coughed into the crook of his arm again. I rolled my eyes and stayed silent for the rest of the meal. I wish I hadn’t. I didn’t know then that this would be one of the last moments I’d ever share with my brother.

When the food arrived, Doyoung thanked Irene for both of us. I was starving, but I didn’t want to eat. I just poked at my pancakes and stared down at my shoes. Doyoung pretended not to notice. We rarely fought… actually, we never fought. This was just one of our rare squabbles. Doyoung was always patient, always gentle. He took care of me like no one else did.

But I wasn’t easy. I was stubborn, distant with everyone who wasn’t him. I had trust issues from growing up in a house where I never felt safe. I often came off cold, and my brother was usually the one who pulled me out of it… but even he had limits. And tonight, I seemed to be pushing it.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” I said, breaking half an hour of silence.

Doyoung just nodded, sipping his drink. I slid out of the booth and headed to the back. I locked myself in a stall and leaned against the wall, needing space. Needing time to breathe. I’m not sure how long I stayed in there. I just knew I needed to be alone with my thoughts.

When I finally returned to the table, Doyoung was deep in conversation with… Irene… and another man. Attractive looking man… who I assumed was her husband, Jaehyun. He was a large man with luscious hair, and an apron that hung over his baggy pants and faded flannel shirt. He was also perfect, as if he didn’t age over 30- but after what Irene said, that she’s 40, I could only imagine he was either in his late 40’s or early 50’s. Still, they all laughed together, Doyoung pausing now and then to cough.

I approached the table quietly. Doyoung looked up and smiled. “Well, speak of the devil,” He joked, motioning for me to join him.

I sat next to him when he patted the spot. Maybe he had forgiven me, or maybe he was just putting on a show for the Jung’s. I didn’t care I clung to him tightly.

“So, I’ve been wondering,” Irene said, her smile growing wider. “What brought you kids all the way up here? We don’t get many visitors out this way.”

“We’re driving to Neo Ciity to visit some old friends,” Doyoung replied. “I’m just glad we found this place, we were driving through nothing but forest for nearly three hours.”

Irene glanced at Jaehyun. He blinked slowly. For a moment, neither of them said anything as if they were deciding what to say next. I clenched Doyoung’s jeans in my fist.

“Well,” Jaehyun finally said with a chuckle, “We are a bit in the middle of nowhere, I guess.”

I turned toward the window, staring at the truck parked outside as the three of them continued to talk. I was so lost in the pitch-black night that I barely heard Doyoung speak at first.

"Well, we'd really like to thank you folks for your kind hospitality. How much do I owe you?" He asked, reaching into his pocket for his wallet.

Irene shook her head. "No, it's on the house."

When my brother tried to protest, she gently put a finger to his lips. He smiled in gratitude and stood to leave. I carefully slid off and was just about to reach for the door when Jaehyun stepped in front of us.

"Hey now, where do you kids think you're going? You can’t drive out now, it’s nearly two in the morning."

I wouldn’t have known. There were no clocks or any real sense of time in the diner. The outside world felt distant, almost unreal. I glanced nervously at Doyoung, trying to signal him to keep moving. He just yawned in response.

"You two look like you’ve been on the road all day," Jaehyun continued. "Doesn’t seem wise to be driving when you’re this tired. Come on, we’ve got a nice little motel out back. You can rest until morning."

I froze. There was no way I was spending another second with these people.

“That’s all right,” I tried to object. “We’ll be fine.”

But my brother hesitated. “I don’t know, Y/n,” He said, his voice heavy with exhaustion. “I’m really tired, and you’re still underage. I don’t want to put our lives at risk by falling asleep at the wheel.”

I shook my head and reached for his hand, trying to pull him toward the door. But he was stronger. I felt myself being gently tugged back onto the checkered floor.

“Doyoung,” I said, my voice rising in panic. “Please.”

He ignored me, walking back to Irene.

“I think we’ll take a room for the night,” He said, smiling. Then he added quietly, pushing me behind him, “Just to be safe.”

Irene beamed and winked at her husband. “Wonderful. Jaehyun will show you to the back. If you give me your car keys, I’ll fetch your luggage, if you brought any.”

My mouth went dry as I watched Doyoung pull his keys from his back pocket and explain where our suitcases were packed in the trunk. I couldn’t believe it. I was close to tears. I grabbed the back of his jacket as Irene walked out the front door, but he gently brushed me off.

I trailed behind them hopelessly as Jaehyun led us into a smaller building just across from the diner. It was made entirely of logs. Jaehyun and Doyoung were talking easily, like old friends, while I stayed silent.

Jaehyun pulled a key from his coat pocket and quietly opened the door.

The inside of the motel was depressing. Everything was made of wood, the walls covered in old, faded portraits of kpop idols advertising safety and dreamscape mountain landscapes. A maroon oriental rug lay under the front desk. On the counter sat a guest book, a potted cactus, and a vintage-looking handbell. A cold draft swept through the space, and I shivered. It looked like the place hadn’t had a guest in years.

“Well, here we are,” Jaehyun said. “No need to sign in. I’ll take you up to your room.”

He smiled again, and in the light, I could see just how dark his under eyes were.

He led us up a creaky wooden staircase on the right side of the lobby. I felt like the painted eyes in the portraits followed us as we ascended. The hallway above was dim, lit only by a few moth-covered wall lamps. It stretched long in both directions, lined with wooden doors on either side. Everything was coated in a fine layer of dust.

The musty air stirred up a fresh bout of wheezing from Doyoung, who tried to stifle it in his sleeve. I rolled my eyes. He had gotten us into this. I had no sympathy.

“Ah, here we are,” Jaehyun said finally, stopping in front of Room 2B. He slid the key into the lock and pushed the door open.

Inside were two twin beds with thick quilted blankets and feather-stuffed pillows. A large window stretched across one wall above a small desk. The room was silent, still, and strangely untouched like no one had ever stayed in it before. Underneath the rug, the carpet was a rusty maroon. The wallpaper was a neat beige filled with more dreamscape paintings, mountains and seascapes hung from flimsy nails, sagging on the walls. I swallowed hard.

Jaehyun leaned over me, placing a his hand on the light switch above my head. The room didn’t look any better once it was lit. An eerie yellow-orange glow flooded the space, making everything look more unsettling than before.

“It looks very… homey. Thanks a lot, Jaehyun,” Doyoung said with a polite smile.

The two of them shook hands. I slowly stepped farther inside and sank onto one of the twin beds. The mattress was so soft, I practically disappeared into it. Distantly, I heard Jaehyun explaining where the bathroom was and what time breakfast would be served. I watched in silence as Irene returned with our luggage, humming softly to herself.

I must have zoned out longer than I realized, because the next thing I knew, the door was closed and Doyoung was unpacking our suitcases.

“We shouldn’t be here,” I said quietly, the first words I’d spoken in what felt like forever. The room felt like it was shrinking.

Doyoung didn’t respond. He simply tossed me my pajamas.

“What are you going to tell Mark? We were supposed to be at his house tonight.”

Doyoung let out a long, tired sigh, the kind of sigh that sounded like it carried the weight of the world. I knew I was difficult. I always had been. I required more patience than most people had. If Doyoung hadn’t rescued me from our father, I probably would’ve ended up strung out somewhere, forgotten. I understood why he was tired… tired of looking after me, tired of always being the one holding things together.

Sensing my unease, Doyoung walked over slowly and sat beside me on the bed. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

We didn’t say anything. There was nothing left to say. Nothing he could say would ease the tension crawling under my skin.

He rested his chin on my shoulder, and I listened to the rasp in his breathing. It always sounded worse when he was exhausted.

“We’re going to be okay, Y/n. You just need to sleep,” He whispered.

Then he kissed my cheek and returned to his side of the room. We faced away from each other as we got undressed and changed into our pajamas. I reluctantly slipped beneath the blanket and stiff, ice-cold sheets.

I laid there, wide awake, staring at the dirty ceiling. I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t even try. For what felt like hours, I just listened to Doyoung’s breathing.

There had been many times in my life when I felt like no one really listened to me. This was one of them. I just wish someone had. Maybe things would’ve turned out differently.

I don’t know what time it was when I finally drifted off, but I must have because Doyoung’s movement is what woke me.

I heard him throw his quilt aside in a hurry. His breathing was ragged. Then came the sound of his suitcase being unzipped, clothes rustling in frantic hands.

“Do?” I whispered into the darkness. “Are you okay?”

No response.

I heard more rustling, more frantic searching. Eventually, he seemed to find what he was looking for… his inhaler and rushed toward the door.

“I’m fine,” He gasped. “Just need some fresh air.”

Light flooded into the room as he stepped into the hallway, quietly closing the door behind him.

He’d had asthma attacks before. I’d seen them many times. Each one left me feeling helpless. There was nothing I could do except watch him fight for air, my heart breaking a little more each time. I wanted to follow him that night. I don’t know why I didn’t.

But I wish I had.

He was gone for twenty minutes before I finally decided to check on him. Usually, it took him a little while to calm down, and I wanted to sit with him to rub his back the way our mother used to when he was younger. It always helped. I wanted to do for him what he’d done for me for years… he always cared. I even wanted to tell him that the Red’s Café wasn’t that bad and that maybe I was overreacting…

But when I opened the door… Doyoung wasn’t there.

My feet were freezing against the cold floor of the hallway. I rubbed my arms as goosebumps formed on my pale skin. Panic was starting to rise in my throat. I glanced across the hall, hoping maybe Doyoung had gone to the bathroom… but it was empty.

There weren’t many places he could have gone.

Quietly, I returned to our room and slipped on a pair of fuzzy slippers. Then I crept down the hallway and hurried down the staircase, each step making the old wood groan beneath me.

The lobby was empty.

I felt the sting in my throat as I choked back a sob. I turned back toward the stairs, tears welling in my eyes.

There’s no worse feeling than being completely alone in a place you don’t know. It’s even worse when the only person who’s ever made you feel safe… isn’t there.

One of the hallway lamps above me flickered. The light buzzed softly as my tears began to fall freely. My mind was spinning with terrifying possibilities. Where could he have gone? What could’ve happened?

I was so caught up in my panic, I didn’t see what I tripped over.

I hit the floor hard, landing face-first on the rough oriental carpet. My cheek burned from the impact as I rolled over, trying to breathe through the shock.

That’s when I saw it.

Lying just outside the door to our room was Doyoung’s inhaler.

My eyes widened in horror.

Doyoung would never leave this behind… not by choice. And he wouldn't drop it by accident, not unless something was very, very wrong.

That was the moment I knew that wherever he had gone… he hadn’t gone willingly.

A sob tore its way from my chest as I curled into a fetal position, trying to stop the overwhelming flood of fear crashing over me. My thoughts were spiraling, loud and chaotic, pounding inside my skull like a war drum.

I reached out with a trembling hand and picked up the inhaler. The plastic felt warm in my palm, as if it had just been used. I stared at it for a long moment before I forced myself to stand.

I had to find my brother.

We needed to get out of here.

I didn’t care if he wanted to stay after I found him- we were leaving. We’d get in the car and drive far away from this nightmare of a place and never look back.

I raced back into our room and snatched the car keys from the bedside table. I didn’t bother packing. I didn’t care about the luggage. Doyoung was all that mattered.

Tiptoeing down the stairs, the wooden steps creaked loudly beneath my feet. I flinched with each sound, as if the house itself were waking up. I reached the door and pushed it open, slipping outside into the chilly night.

The lights were still on inside the diner. A weak comfort.

I ran as fast as I could toward it, barely noticing the gnarled trees looming overhead, their branches like claws reaching out to grab me. I made it to the back door of the diner, prepared to pound on it until my knuckles bled—

But… it opened almost immediately after one push. Right away, I spotted Doyoung’s truck parked just beyond the clear glass windows. It looked so close, yet somehow impossibly far away. I had no idea how much adrenaline was rushing through my veins at that moment, but it took every ounce of willpower I had not to sprint straight to it. The diner was empty… no customers in sight, just me..

Then, behind me, the sharp clang of a metal object hitting the tiled floor froze me in place. I spun around so fast my neck cracked. The kitchen doors stood closed, locked tight when I tried to pry one open- I kicked at it with all my strength, ignoring the dull ache forming in my bruising toes.

I whisper yelled into the hollow space, begging for anyone… anyone— to hear me. It felt like hours had passed, but I was still trapped in that silent nightmare. A wave of nausea suddenly hit me hard.

Then I heard it again… the metal clatter, faint whispers drifting through the air.

I held my breath, straining to listen. Whatever it was, it was close, too close. I craned my neck, desperate to peer inside the kitchen, but the glass windows were now covered by a dark sheet of curtain — something that definitely hadn’t been there before.

My heart pounding, I slipped behind the counter and pressed my ear against the grimy wall.

Silence. Then… soft, dragging footsteps on tiled floors.

I don’t know what made me act next… whether it was adrenaline, fear, or utter hopelessness but I grabbed a fork from beneath a napkin on the counter, my palms slick with sweat.

I knew I wasn’t alone.

With trembling hands, I jabbed the fork against the glass. But nothing happened. I did it again. Nothing. Again, and again. After what felt like an eternity, thin cracks spiderwebbed across the surface. I kept banging until the glass shattered at my feet.

I didn’t flinch.

Pulling back the curtain, I braced myself for what awaited me inside the kitchen. A powerful, sickening smell of burning flesh hit my nose. I started coughing and gagging, struggling to breathe. Smoke filled the room, swirling everywhere. My eyes watered, and I waved my arms trying to clear the air, but it was no use. The awful smell seemed to reach deep inside me, making me want to throw up.

Then, a voice spoke, “Who’s there?”

I recognized it immediately, it was the man who had taken Doyoung to that room a few hours earlier, Jaehyun.

I stayed quiet. I couldn’t see through the thick smoke at first, but gradually it cleared near the broken window. My blurry eyes adjusted to the harsh fluorescent lights.

What I saw next was something I could never have prepared for.

Jaehyun and Irene stood in the middle of the kitchen. On the table between them was a silver device, about the size of a record player.

It was the first time I really took in the room. The walls were splattered with dark red stains that trickled down in thin streams, pooling quietly on the floor. Bloody? Jaehyun held a large knife in his hand, the metal catching the light. Irene stood next to him, holding a wooden spoon covered with something that looked like long, wriggling strands, like oversized worms. I stayed quiet, my eyes then drawn to a pot on the stove, still bubbling gently.

In the corner, I noticed… my brother’s pajamas tossed into a pile.

Some strands of his soft black hair clung to the edge of the pot. I knew it was him, because in the boiling bloody pot the face turned-

My feet felt glued to the floor as the awful smell overwhelmed me. My eyes stung, and my throat felt tight… I couldn’t even cry out. Jaehyun lunged toward me, but I was quicker, and he stumbled forward, falling hard on his front face into a puddle of… Doyoung's blood.

Irene grabbed the cleaver and hurled it toward the door just as I shoved it open and dashed out. I dashed for the unlocked door! I threw myself into the truck, fumbling with the keys until they finally slid into the ignition. I saw Irene running after me, but I hit the gas and sped away. I wasn’t an experienced driver, but finding help was all that mattered.

Tears blurred my vision as the agonizing screams echoed behind me. Panic took over, and I felt myself unraveling while racing through the Neo City woods. I howled in despair, sometimes even throwing up what little I had left in my stomach. The awful smell clung to me, and the walls of the car seemed to close in. I’m sure I nearly swerved off the road several times, but I didn’t care.

They killed Doyoung. They had killed my brother and chopped him up and cooked him.

I banged my head against the steering wheel as the horn blared into the quiet night. Warm blood trickled down the side of my face, soaking into my hair. My vision began to fade, growing dark at the edges. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been driving before I spotted a car pulled over on the side of the road. A man was crouched down, checking one of his front tires. I slammed on the brakes, jumped out of the truck, and closed the door behind me. A bit of vomit stuck to the corners of my mouth.

Dried blood stained my face, tears still streaming down like a waterfall. He was an older man, his face lined with wrinkles and streaks of gray running through his dark hair. I must have startled him because he took a cautious step back, eyes wide with worry.

“You need to help me!” I cried out weakly breathing. “They killed my brother- they killed him and they- they killed him-”

I remember collapsing to my knees, howling in pain. The man tried to help me up, but I struggled, thrashing in his arms. Through my fit, I could faintly hear his panicked voice, trying to get me to respond. “Who?” He shouted over my own loud sobs. “Who killed your brother?” He asked. I shook my head quickly, struggling to catch my breath. The wind rushed past my ears as I tried to speak. The last thing I could make out were his eyes, shining in the darkness, as I managed to whisper the name of the diner through the pain. Then I collapsed onto the asphalt, and everything went black.

..

They later told me I had been unconscious for about three weeks, a coma unlike anything the doctors had ever seen. When I finally woke up, I screamed. I was screaming for Doyoung, for someone to help him, for someone to believe me.

..

To this day, no one talks about it. The little I heard, the more unbelievable everything seemed. Red’s Café & Family Restaurant was torn down in the late 2000’s, long before my brother and I ever arrived that summer night. Apparently the seemingly friendly owners trapped their victims in the motel and devoured them, bones and all. The place was shut down, barricaded, and burned to the ground. Jaehyun and Irene were sentenced to death in 2002, decades before Doyoung and I pulled up to that cursed place.

I later found out they had murdered over twenty travelers who crossed their path, including… motorcycle gangs, groups of teenagers, even a woman and her young daughter. I was only 17 then, Doyoung 27. I’m almost certain the police thought I was on drugs. I was a mess—broken, terrified. They kept telling me that Red’s Café & Family Restaurant didn’t even exist anymore.

When the man who found me finally took me to the police, I was in hysterics. I screamed at them, begging them to believe me— that those monsters had killed my brother. I don’t know how they couldn’t see it in my eyes. But all they saw was madness. They saw a scared, broken girl.

I was handcuffed and shoved into the back of a patrol car. They drove me back to the spot where Doyoung and I had turned, where the restaurant had stood just hours before. But it was gone just an empty lot. No sign. No motel. Nothing to show that anyone had ever been there.

It was like the nightmare had swallowed everything whole. And I was left alone with the memory and the loss that no one wanted to believe. Even the car that we drove- that I drove when escaping the place wasn’t there…

I tried to explain. I cried for what felt like forever. I had slept in that bed at the motel. I was trying to let them know that I slept there with my brother… and that it was real. I had sat in that final red booth where my brother and I had talked to the Jung’s as they served us. I had seen the people at the tables, smelled the food- I had been there. Yet no one believed me.

The cops had the nerve to accuse me of murdering Doyoung. What’s worse… They never found his body. His final resting place had vanished into thin air. My case was thrown out for lack of evidence.

But the years of pain never stopped.

The judge was convinced I was a danger— that I needed to be locked away. So they threw me in here. This is where I’ve been ever since the summer of 2027.

I’m a grown woman now, writing this story down as a desperate cry for help hoping that someone, somewhere, will finally believe me. “I am not insane.” I tell my psychiatrist everyday. There’s no way I could have made any of this up.

I felt it.

I lived it.

This isn’t all in my head.

But that’s what the doctors and psychiatrists have been telling me for years. Trying to convince me that it’s all just a product of my mind. Sometimes, I even wondered if maybe I had imagined it all. The medication they pump into me has turned my brain to mush.

But deep down, I know the truth. I didn’t imagine any of it.

I still have Doyoung’s inhaler. I hold it every day, never letting go. It’s the only thing I have left to remind me that my brother was real. It’s the only piece of proof I hold onto now… the one thing they can never take away from me.

As younger siblings often do, I absolutely adored my big brother, Doyoung. He will always be my big brother, and I will always be his little Y/n. But I don’t know where he is… and that’s probably what haunts me the most. Any trace, any evidence that could have brought his killers to justice, just disappeared without a trace.

I pray every day to the Lord that wherever he is now, he’s happy. Because to me, he was my savior—my protector who rescued me, cared for me, and never let anyone hurt me. Not a single day passes when I don’t think about his goofy grin, his bright eyes, and his big, loving heart.

I only wish I could have done more for him.

You won’t find anything about Red’s Café & Family Restaurant, or Kim Doyoung anywhere online. It’s as if our tragedy was meant to be forgotten… and only remembered by me…

No one like Mark even existed… And I’m feeling so… insane. How could I have imagined it all? No way. There’s no way I managed a life I never lived… I remember it all. The frozen chicken, the phone call, the drive… How could I have dreamt it all… No…

I know I’m not mad.

There is a road in the middle of Neo Tech Valley- if you take the right turn… at just the right spot… you might catch a ghostly glimpse of a diner…

Full of life and laughter even after 23h30…

Don’t go inside.

Just keep driving and don’t look back.

Apparently, it’s not real…

But if you happen to see it…

And through the window you see… a boy at the window, with mousy black hair, kind eyes, and that gentle smile…

Just could you… wave at him for me. And shout out into the night that his Y/n loves him and misses him so much.

… Tell him she’s sorry she couldn’t do more.

[cielcreations]

Give Me Cookie Run Ships!

I wanna ramble about Cookie Run ships. Send me an ask of some Cookie Run ships and I will give my opinion and maybe a small drabble!

Edit to add: From Cookie Run Kingdom specifically because I don't play the other Cookie Run Games, my bad Q^Q

[a-coelacanth-makes-stuff]

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Oh ok...Then may I request caregiver dark enchantress and little red velvet? Like her caring for him after he worked very hard and had resisted regressing due to working but dark enchantress is just...having none of that, both wanting her baby and wanting red velvet to take a break?

Sorry it took so long!!! Have a donut 🍩

Ive been a bit burnt out, but that has passed and now I can write!!

⚠️ TW: one mention of smoking at the start, very small!⚠️

“I'm going for a smoke.” The uneven Cookie said, nearly stomping out of the room. He heard someone follow him, but ignored them and kept walking. His head hurt, he was tired, he was hungry. When did he last sleep?

Probably a few days ago, the pups had his whole attention for weeks, especially the sickly one.

A part of him wanted to be taken care of like that but even that part knew he couldn't.

“Red Velvet, stop.” Dark Enchantress held his shoulder, a stern look softening into a worried one. “When did you sleep last..?”

“Last night.” He lied, turning away from his mother.

“Tell me the truth, Velvet.” She said, more stern now.

“...three days or so.”

“Three days!?” She walked in front of him, gently pulling his face to look at hers. “I'm getting you to bed.”

“What? I'm not a child, mom! I have stuff I need to do! I can't–” He protested, getting interrupted by her picking him up.

“You’re going to bed, no exceptions.”

“I have pups to feed! Let me go!” He whined, trying to get out of her arms, and failing.

“I know, I'll feed them myself once you're asleep.” Red Velvet kept struggling and trying to get away from his mom all the way to the nursery.

“Nooo…” Red Velvet whined. “I don't feel small mom!”

“I don't care, I need to take care of my baby and you need to actually take a break. Please.”

“But the hounds! They-”

“They'll be taken care of. Esterházy will be over there, then I will too, once you get to sleep. You need to rest. Please.” She cradled Red Velvet in her arms, holding him close. Red Velvet sighed, finally allowing himself to calm down a moment, shutting down any worries about the pups.

“Alright…” He yawned and rubbed his eyes.

“Time for bed, hmm?” She asked, Red Velvet giving a small nod. Dark Enchantress set him down, going to find his pajamas. She brought back a blue puppy onsie.

“Need help, dear?” Red Velvet shook his head, Dark Enchantress turning around so he could change.

“‘m done, mama…” Red Velvet interrupted himself with a yawn. Dark Enchantress turned back around and picked him up, walking to a large cradle to set him in.

“How small are you feeling, bud?” She was answered with three fingers. “Want your teether?” And a nod. She brought Red Velvet a bone shaped teether, which he slowly chewed on.

“Sleep well, bud. You deserve it after so much. We can play when you wake up, alright?” She watched his eyes flutter closed and his breathing to slow, his bigger hand gripping one of the sides of the cradle. Dark Enchantress got up, grabbing a plush from a box, and putting it in his hand instead. Now it was close to his chest.

“I love you so much, please don't do this again…” She placed a kiss on his forehead, and left the room, keeping the lights low, and closing the door softly, letting the little one sleep.

511 words!!

Again, sorry it took so long

[wishpid]

Take you to a place we've never seen

"Keep your eyes closed" your lover chided as they pushed you forward. You laughed because you already had your eyes screwed shut with one hand placed on top.

"Maybe you should have blind-folded me then," you sassed back to them. "Besides where are we going anyways?" you questioned, huffing under your breath as you almost tripped.

"Surprise." You got no other answer as they instead focused on tapping your leg to avoid the both of you tumbling down the concert stairs. Your partner shuffled you forward some more before finally stopping and settling the both of you on a bench. "Ready?" they asked, their voice showing the excitement they had for this.

"Since I was told to close my eyes." They mocked laughed at your response, unbeknownst to you with a small roll of their eyes.

"Alright, open them" they said, watching you closely. Wanting to see every minute change caused by your reaction. Upon uncovering, the sky with a enchanting orange hue was revealed to you. While it wasn't your first time experiencing the seemingly painted horizon; you were never this high up and around nature like this.

"Wow~ it's so breathtaking," you spoke, your words coming out like it was true. Your other half voiced their agreement, sounding similarly in awe to you. You were none the wiser that they had been looking at you at that moment.

(And if one day, in the future, they'd mention this juncture as the point where they knew you were the one then..)

Seunghan & Eunseok of RIIZE, Wow & Donghyun of A.C.E, Taeyong & Renjun of NCT, Younghoon & Sangyeon of The Boyz, Matthew of ZeroBaseOne, Park Jihoon, Vernon, Mingyu & Jeonghan of Seventeen, Kim Jaehwan, Hui & Yanan of Pentagon, Yoon Hyunsuk of Cix, Leehan of BoyNextDoor, Yeosang, Mingi & San of Ateez, Seungmin of Stray Kids, Seulgi of Red Velvet

[wonkibrainrot]

RIIZE IS 7.

[seullovesme]

would love a jealousy drabble for seulgi

jealousy w/ kang seulgi

pairing ⥬ seulgi x reader

warnings ⥬ none really, seulgi's duality strikes again

jealousy series

seulgi is always the cheery one, full of smiles and sunshine wherever she goes, so when that pure smile fades to that superficial one, you know you’re in deep trouble. she’s more likely to cope with herself when she gets jealous, hiding her internal turmoil by reminding herself that her parents raised her to be an angel.

when someone even suggests that you and some other girl looked good together, her lip quivered and her bear smile that puffed her cheeks faltered. psh, sure. as if! she just continued to smile and nodded along to whoever was speaking, the words going in one ear and out the other. she completely turned away to keep you out of sight as she mindlessly looked around. the thoughts raced through her head as she bit the inside tissue of her cheek, and you caught a glimpse of it. you reached for her hand, but she pulled it away, the subtle glare and fake smile nearly lethal. she pretended to not care as she waited it out, the small event coming to an end. as she was leaving, you had to stop your baby bear and ask what was wrong. seulgi could only shrug with that same smile. her response set off the alarms in your head as she tried to walk off. the heat of her anger seeped through as she gave you that look with her hooded lids, a slight frown playing on her lips. you find her scary initially, her charisma radiating off of her tense figure, but soon she softened up and began to just flat out pout. expect to kiss that pout away and to give her back her brightness!

but you had to admit that you found it madly attractive when she was upset and glaring at whoever you interacted with. the way her eyes bored into the head of that other person…you were enjoying her bear mode a bit too much. seulgi leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms, her tongue poking her cheek as she continued to watch. you were almost sure that your girlfriend had become another person. where was the soft, cuddly bear? who was this aggressive looking grizzly? once you were alone, she made sure to claim you as hers, reminding you that you belonged to her and her only. this new side of her made your legs want to give out, but she quickly returned to her usual self, clinging to you like a koala. you were still frozen in shock, amazed by this new possessive side she had. who knows what she would do if she was pushed even a little bit passed her limit…

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[panda-writes-kpop]

if you are taking orders I can order Fluff Alphabet Wendy red velvet 🥺

Fluff Alphabet ~ Wendy

A/N: darling, I am sorry that this took so long! I hope you're satisfied with the final product. 💕

TW: Food mentions

♡ Masterlist ♡

- Affection (How do they show their affection? What love language(s) do they use?)

As greasy as always, Wendy’s love language is her words of affirmation and physical touch. A teasing comment, a slick arm around your waist, or a night cuddled up together sharing sweet words is how she shows her affection.

- Beauty (What do they admire about their S/O? What makes their S/O beautiful?)

What isn’t she admiring about you is a better question. Physical or mental, she often tells you how much she adores every bit of you.

- Comfort (How would they help their S/O if they were having a rough day?)

Wendy likes to surround you with her love while doing something that you adore together. There is nothing better than the company of your favorite person doing your favorite activity.

- Dreams (How do they picture their future with their S/O?)

She’s the more traditional type, so I think she would like to settle down and get married some day. A family would be nice - whether of animals or kids is up to you - but she just wants more time to spend with you.

- Equal (Do they tend to be more dominant or passive in the relationship?)

She tends to be the more dominant person in the relationship. Opening the door for you or being the one to initiate things first is her thing, and Wendy would much rather do it for you then you for her.

- Fight (Would they easily forgive their S/O after a fight? How would a typical fight go?)

She’ll give you space or talk things out, depending on what you need or request. Either way, she usually takes the time to go through everything and make sure that you’re both doing okay with no hurt feelings on either side.

- Gratitude (How grateful are they for everything that their S/O does for them?)

Wendy will tell you how much she loves you, repeatedly, if you do anything for her. Like a small puppy dog, she clings to you and gives you attention when you take the time out of your day to do something special for you.

- Honesty (Do they tend to keep secrets from their S/O, or do they share everything?)

You’d be surprised if there was a thought in her head that she didn’t say to you. Wendy is very open, romantic comments and teasing aside, and she likes to tell you what’s on your mind.

- Inspiration (Did their S/O change them, or was it the other way around?)

Her hard work and artistry inspires you daily, and your kindness inspires her to be a better person for you daily.

- Jealousy (Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

Wendy gets jealous, a lot, but she knows how to handle herself. If it bugs her enough, she’ll pull you aside and you two can talk about it (kisses after are mandatory, however).

- Kiss (How often do they kiss you? Where do they like to kiss you?)

All-day, every day, anywhere, if it were up to her. A good morning kiss, before she leaves the house, kissing emojis on the phone, and about a hundred after she’s done working.

- Lazy Day (How do they like to spend days off with their S/O?)

Shopping and spoiling each other is a good lazy day with Wendy, and it’s even better if it’s raining outside. Just a warning: she will pull you out of the safety of your umbrella and dance with you in the rain while you call her the cheesiest person alive and go along with her antics.

- Marriage (Do they want to get married? How often do they think about marrying their S/O?)

ABSOLUTELY! Once you two are on the same page about your life goals, she’s constantly thinking about when is the best time to be with you.

- Nicknames (What do they call their S/O?)

Honey, jagi, baby, darling, dearest, or whatever sweet nickname strikes her at the moment.

- On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they are in love? Is it extremely obvious to others?)

Wendy is always around you, and it’s like her world orbits right around you. The members tease her about it, but she takes it in good nature and uses their teasing to tease you as well.

- PDA (Are they very upfront with their relationship, or do they prefer to keep things quiet?)

Enjoys PDA, but will tone it down if you’re not comfortable. Gentle kisses on the cheek, a hand around the waist, or a quick side hug will keep her happy until you get home.

- Quirk (Some random personality trait that makes them an excellent partner.)

You have an album in your phone gallery named “Wendy is the weirdest person I know”, and it’s filled with every weird thing she’s texted or said on camera. She, in turn, has one of you doing strange things so the two of you can be weird together.

- Romance (Are they a born romantic ready to woo their S/O at any moment, or do they struggle to spark romantic moments with their S/O?)

Very romantic, will happily serenade you while you’re making dinner or doing the laundry. Will sometimes just take your hand and lead you on a wonderful date that neither of you will forget.

- Support (How do they help support their S/O to reach their goals?)

Due to busy schedules, she can’t always be there, but she tries to show you that she’s thinking of you. A small voice note of her singing your favorite song, a weird video she took of herself to cheer you up, or a phone call to let you know that she’s here for you.

- Thrill (Do they like trying out new things to spice up their relationship, or do they prefer to stick to a routine?)

Wendy is someone who likes to try out new things while keeping a bit of a routine. Helping each other with dinner is a must every night, but you’ll switch up the recipes or go out for dinner instead.

- Understanding (How well do they know their partner?)

Wendy knows you much better than she lets on, or you even know. She happily spouts off random facts about you to her members (they didn’t ask) and you’ll then have one of the members text you a very obscure piece of information about you that you don’t even remember sharing with Wendy in the first place.

- Value (How important is the relationship to the person versus other relationships and things in their life?)

Your relationship is the most important thing to Wendy! She would much rather cancel a schedule than cancel something with you, but she can’t, so Wendy always makes it up to you with lots of affection afterwards.

- Wild Card (A random fluffy headcanon that you have about the relationship?)

She looks like she gives the best hugs ever. Do I have any solid evidence for this? No. It’s just a gut thing, but I think she gives warm, welcoming, and comforting hugs that always calm you down and make you feel better.

- XOXO (Do they like to kiss, hug, and cuddle you? How often do they do so?)

Wendy is very… handsy, and she likes to have her hands or lips on you as often as you can. This is impractical when you’re trying to be productive or are embarrassed, but she likes when her eyes are on her and her alone.

- Yearning (How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?)

When on tour, Wendy sends you texts at all hours of the night, and although she doesn’t expect you to respond, she does like hearing back from you. She also buys trinkets for you, especially if they’re cute or if they make her think of you.

- Zeal (Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?)

Wendy does go to great lengths for your relationship, but she’s practical about everything. She can’t give you the moon and stars, but she can offer you all of her love and all of herself for you to adore and cherish.

[velvetinkdreams]

The Summer We Almost Happened ✧. ┊ JENO

🌤️ Genre: Bittersweet, Romance, Slice of Life

🎭 Cast: Reader, Jeno, Mark, Jaemin

🎧 Tone: Nostalgia, emotional tension, unspoken feelings

🖋️ A/N: This came from a fleeting thought about timing and people we meet once but feel forever. For everyone who's ever wondered "What if?"

It started with mangoes.

Mark had dragged them all to the summer house again—him, Jaemin, Y/N, and Jeno. It was their yearly escape from Seoul, from deadlines, from things unsaid.

Mark was already chopping mangoes in the kitchen when y/n walked in, barefoot, notebook in hand. Jeno glanced up from the couch where he’d been scrolling quietly, like he always did when she entered a room.

“Still writing?” Jaemin asked from behind her, already tugging at the pencil tucked into her bun.

She smirked. “Always.”

Back in high school, the four of them were inseparable.

Jaemin and Y/N were a known duo—mischievous, matching inside jokes, secrets traded in classroom corners. Mark was the protective older brother who both embarrassed and adored her. And Jeno—he was just… there. Calm. Constant. The only one who noticed when she disappeared into the music room after her first heartbreak.

The only one who stayed outside the door without knocking.

That night, they sat under a blanket of stars. Jaemin played music from his phone, humming along. Mark had passed out on the beanbag. y/n leaned against the railing of the porch, scribbling in her notebook. Jeno watched her from a distance, same as always.

“I wrote about the three of you once,” she said softly.

Jeno turned his head. “What did you say about me?”

She looked over her shoulder and smiled—half moon, half mystery. “You were the quiet kind of thunder. The one that doesn’t scare you, but stays in your bones.”

His heart thudded.

Later that week, they drove back to the city. Summer was ending.

Jaemin promised to text daily. Mark told her to eat properly and waved without looking back.

Jeno stayed behind as everyone else disappeared into the train station.

Y/N turned, feeling it—like the universe tugged at her sleeve.

“You okay?” she asked.

Jeno met her eyes. The silence between them was heavy, like all the years he'd bitten his tongue and buried his feelings under polite smiles and shared umbrellas.

“I liked you back then,” he said, voice steady. “Since high school.”

She blinked.

“I know,” she whispered.

He looked surprised.

“You always looked at me like you were memorizing everything... even the things I never said out loud.”

Jeno took a step closer. “And now?”

She smiled again, soft and sad. “Now... it’s complicated.”

The train horn echoed behind them.

Y/N leaned in and kissed his cheek. “But I’ll always write about you.”

Then she turned, walking away before he could ask what that meant.

That summer, they didn’t fall in love. But they came close.

And sometimes, that’s enough for a story to last.

⚠️ Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. While inspired by the K-pop industry and real artists, all events, characters, and relationships portrayed are imaginary and do not reflect real-life situations. I do not own or claim to represent any real individuals or companies. These stories are written with deep respect and love for the artists. No harm or offense is intended.