A collection of one-shots based on different songs I listen to. Genres will range from Pop to Metal to Classical and everything in between. If you have a request, whatever language the song may be or even if it doesn't have any lyrics, I will do my best to write something for that song. Pairings can be of anyone as long as the members of Red Velvet are involved.

Joohyun has had enough of being called boring.

Seulgi couldn’t believe what was happening in front of her. If not for the fact that her whole body was hurting like hell she would think that she was in some sort of crazy dream. But no, all of this is real. As much as she doesn’t want it to be, it is. In front of her was some sort of gigantic spider. The enormous arachnid might have already killed her if not for her two best friends, Joohyun and Wendy, who she now re

“Well, I’ve never heard that kind of pick up line before. I can’t say that I don’t like it though.” “Pick up line?! No! I was just- That was- I mean,” Sooyoung stutters. She just sighs and says. “I’m sorry, I’m usually not like this. Mind if we start again?”

This will be a compilation of oneshots connected to my other story The Perfect Day. The chapters will NOT be in chronoligical order, meaning they aren't in a normal timeline. Some of the chapters will be happening days, months, years from each other. It's up to you to connect the dots.

So were asked in class to describe the perfect day, this is what came into my head.

"Whatever happened to we'll always be together?!" shouted the young man. "Times have changed Vincent. I can't always be the one cleaning up your messes. I have a life of my own as well!" answered the infuriated woman. "Then I'll change, I'll be more mature, please Tiffany, I'll do anything, just don't leave me..." "I'm sorry Vincent, but this is goodbye."

PROLOGUE “A slice here, a slash there.” A hooded person was meticulously running an absurdly sharp nice knife across the body of an unknown man. The person smiles like a mother making

“What’s your name?” Her voice was of an angel, the polar opposite of what she really is. She continues to stare at the man, he could merely look back in response, the metaphorical cat grabbing a hold of his tongue.

A tale of blood, wolves, moonlight, seasons, magic and food. LOTS of food.

“You know, a friend of mine once told me: Alcohol never solves problems, then again neither does milk. But the good thing about alcohol is that I can treat you to a glass of it.”

The spotlight then shined towards the black grand piano a few steps behind Miyoung. Seated in front was most probably the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes upon. She was wearing a glittery silver dress that’s similar to her sister’s. She had straight jet-black hair that went down towards the small of her back. Her smile had an air of innocence. It was like she didn’t know ho