I Have No Idea If It Fits But Yk

I have no idea if it fits but yk

Smoke Writer

'And he took the cigarette from his lips, placing it between his own. He took just one drag, long and slow, and then, he breathed it out in the other's face.' You smile in front of your enemies, and puff in their faces the smoke. You like to see them cry, like to see them suffer. You write pain in the most elegant way, making it a candy that slowly melts on the reader's tongue. You may have limits, but you push yourself always past them. Love the challenge your comfort zone can’t give you. You are the mysterious person everyone has a crush on, the one that smiles in front of the storm and kneels in front of weak ones. And your writing reflects it. It charms everyone and, even if the exit door is there, your reader will never take it. You're the one who can take a trope, one so used that it's a clique, and create something completely new. Your work is breathtaking, emotions described so well they feel real, and characterization that makes your stories pop out between all the others

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Frostbite Writer

The impossible writer. A walking contradiction, so beautiful, with pain wrapped all wound you. Your characters taste the best and worst of this world, just like you did. And they get hurt, covered in scars and with their heart in pieces, but they keep walking, pain in their eyes and in their every step.But just like your characters, you don't give up. Everything hurts, but you still go on. Your stories are deep, sometimes the reader needs to read through the lines, sometimes not, but the feelings you describe linger in your reader's hearts for long. You're able to leave a print. Usually you write stories that carry with them the burden you had to carry, but when you write about a pure love, your readers will find the comfort of a hug from a loved one. You're passionate, love hard and forever. Frostbite Writers tasted the bitter of life, and know how to keep immortal a feeling. Your stories will make your reader lose themselves in another universe, and when they come back, something will be changed forever.

Tagging bc I think you might like it: @vennilavee @strawberrystepmom @peachsayshi @bunsterjonez @ayyy-pee @simplykenni @galatially

I need Bok-su meeting reader at Da-jeong’s wedding who is also there for revenge because of something Da-jeong did to them in the past 🙏

The U & I in Revenge

𝑻𝑾/𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺..Mentioned violence, Reader is a bit unhinged in this one, violent thoughts, Bok-su being her own warning lmao.

𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺: Bok-su x Fem!Reader

𝘈/𝘕: Hey guys, guess who's back from the dead! Life's been rough with me, but nonetheless, I am back. I've been caught up on the Married in Red, and the request just fueled up my hyperfix. I am also going to make a pt 2 for this !! So I hope you all enjoy :)

-Listen to The U & I in Suicide by the handsome devil for better experience.

The pre-wedding meandering is as boring and dreadful as you thought it would be.

Swirling your glass of champagne, you lean against the far wall of the room, a smile carefully plastered on your face. The lively chatter and laughter of the crowd around you fade into the background. You take a slow sip, savoring the bubbles that tickle your tongue, pretending to enjoy the celebration.

In truth, you couldn't care less about mingling with the crowd or being seen by it. You’re here because it's your sister’s pre-wedding party, and you need to keep up the facade of being happy for her. After all, everyone expects you to be thrilled about the upcoming nuptials.

Oh the things you did for your sister.

Speaking of the devil... Truly, the only exciting thing about all of this so far has been seeing her dear friend who dropped out of university. The sheer horror on Da-jeong’s face as she greeted her.

You see your sister, radiant as ever, chatting animatedly with the guests. Her laughter rings out, clear and bright, drawing everyone's attention. She looks genuinely happy, the center of everyone's admiration and affection.

You grip your glass of champagne a bit tighter, feeling the cool stem press into your palm. A frown tugs at the corners of your mouth as you watch her bask in the spotlight. The warmth of the room feels stifling, contrasting sharply with the envy settling in your chest. You take another sip of champagne, your smile faltering just slightly as you struggle to maintain your composure.

You start to wonder when everything went wrong in your life. You dedicated yourself to your studies, always striving for excellence, while Da-jeong was carefree, attending parties and messing around. Despite her seemingly reckless behavior, she always managed to captivate everyone’s attention.

From childhood, your sister had been the center of attention, effortlessly drawing admiration from family and friends. You worked hard, hoping to gain the same recognition from your parents, but it always felt like you were in her shadow. The spotlight was hers, no matter how much you accomplished.

A bitter thought creeps in: you wish it were you gaining the spotlight, not your sister. Your grip on the glass tightens to the point of discomfort, and you can't help but glare at Da-jeong as she basks in her moment of glory.

You imagine her wedding dress stained red by your hands. How selfish she is. After all the opportunities you gave her. No gratitude, no acknowledgment. Just her, always in the spotlight. You wish they could see her for who she truly is. The envy burns hotter. The champagne glass feels like it might shatter.

You, always in the background. Her, always the favorite. Your hard work overlooked. Her careless charm adored. It's not fair. It’s never been fair.

It's her fault. Not yours. Not yo-

"You don't seem very happy."

The grip on the champagne glass in your hand lessens as you're suddenly startled by a voice. You quickly turn to face the person, forcing a smile onto your lips.

"Whatever do you mean, darling? I'm perfectly fine," you say, giggling lightly. You hope the sound of your laughter is convincing enough to make them forget the tension they just witnessed, wishing they would move on and leave you to your thoughts.

"In my eyes, you were glaring at the bride, angrily might I add," the person says with a slight grin, sipping their own champagne while looking at you. You grit your teeth in slight annoyance, biting the tip of your tongue to refrain from snapping.

"Really? That's quite the imagination you have," you reply with a forced chuckle, trying to keep your tone light, taking another sip of your champagne, hoping to divert their attention. "I must have been lost in thought. You know how these family events can be."

The person presses further, their grin widening. "Lost in thought, you say? Looked more like jealousy to me."

"Mind your own business!" You retort sharply. A few people nearby glance your way, their conversations pausing. Realizing your outburst has drawn attention, you quickly put on a sweet facade and apologize to the onlookers.

"Sorry about that, everyone. Just a bit of a misunderstanding," you say with a charming smile.

As the crowd’s attention shifts back to their own conversations, you turn back to the person, scowling. You take in her appearance: black shoulder-length hair tied into a messy ponytail, a black vinyl trench coat with a white undershirt, a red belt cinched around her waist, and red gloves on her hands. Recognition dawns on you—she's your sister's ex-friend from university.

“What do you want?” You ask, your voice low, as you place the empty glass of champagne on the waitress’s tray, offering a polite thank you. You turn back to the woman, your gaze steady.

“I was just curious about why you were looking at the bride like that,” she says, her tone almost playful. She takes a leisurely sip of her own champagne, still smiling, then sets her glass down, and extends her hand toward you. “I’m Bok-su, by the way. We haven’t fully met yet."

"Not in person, no. I'm Choi [Name]. My sister spoke a lot about you when she was at uni," you say with a polite smile, extending your gloved hand to her.

Bok-su takes your hand, her touch unexpectedly warm, and she brings it to her lips, pressing a light kiss on the back of it. Her eyes hold a knowing glint as she releases your hand.

"Interesting," she murmurs, a hint of amusement in her voice. "I didn’t realize I’d left such an impression. I've heard quite a bit about you too. Always the diligent one, weren't you?"

“Yes, well, someone had to be,” you reply lightly, feeling a bit flushed from the unexpected kiss. You quickly withdraw your hand and reach for the glass of champagne. “So, what brings you here tonight, Bok-su? And judging by your attire, you seem to be dressed for a funeral.”

"Your sister said the same thing. I sure was dressed for the right occasion," Bok-su chuckles softly, placing a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound, her eyes never leaving yours. She glances momentarily at the groom, ensuring he remains in her peripheral vision.

You choke on the champagne you were drinking and caught off guard by her comment. You let out a small cough as the liquid goes down the wrong pipe, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment and something else you can't quite place.

"I wasn't expecting that." You say, trying to regain your composure, your voice steadier now. you manage, dabbing at your mouth with a napkin. "So, you're here to stir things up?"

"Maybe." She says, her tone light but her eyes serious, Bok-su tilts her head slightly, studying you with an intensity that would send a shiver down anyone's spine.

You hum thoughtfully in response, swirling your second glass of champagne as you scan the crowd, searching for your sister. The conversation settles into a comfortable silence, the soft hum of the party filling the background.

"You didn't do it," you say, breaking the silence as you continue to gaze at the crowd, your glass still in hand. You can feel Bok-su bristle beside you.

"What?" Bok-su asks, shooting you a disgruntled look. You glance at her from the corner of your eye, her expression unreadable.

"You didn't kill the patient that day," you continue, a sneer creeping onto your face as you finally turn to face her fully. You can see the bafflement in her eyes, though she tries to mask it. "And you're here to take revenge on my sister."

"You've done your homework," she murmurs, her tone both admiring and wary. Bok-su's baffled expression only lasts a moment before she regains her composure, a slow smile spreading across her face.

"It didn't make sense for you to leave university like that," you reply, your tone dripping with a mix of charm and cunning. taking a leisurely sip of your champagne, letting the moment stretch out. "And besides it seems that i will let your plan happen."

"Touché," she replies, her eyes flickering with a mixture of mania and excitement. "It appears that i might have a role for you to play in."

"And who says that i want to join in?" You reply sharply, a frown tugs at the corners of your mouth as you look at her.

"I saw the hatred in your eyes as you looked at your sister," she says calmly, leaning in slightly, her breath grazing in your ear. "Don't you crave a taste of that spotlight, even just a glimmer of fame in your life?"

Her words hit a nerve, and you stiffen, your jaw tightening. “You think you know me so well, don’t you?”

“i know i didn't lie." she says softly, her voice almost a purr. Bok-su’s smile remains, though it’s tinged with a hint of satisfaction. "I just have a feeling you’re tired of cleaning up her messes.”

Her words linger in the air, and despite your attempt to remain composed, you can feel a flicker of doubt within you. The idea of craving recognition, of wanting just a taste of the spotlight, unsettles you more than you care to admit.

“I…” You start, but your voice trails off as you struggle to find the right words.

“Think about it.” she continues, her voice low and persuasive. “You have the intelligence and the charm. Why waste it playing being the second choice?”

You let out a low growl, processing her words, the struggle evident on your face as you wrestle with your emotions. Finally, you let out a reluctant sigh, your resolve hardening. “Alright, you’ve made your point.”

Bok-su’s eyes gleam with satisfaction, but she remains silent, waiting for you to continue.

“You’re right,” you admit, the words tasting bitter but liberating. “I am tired of cleaning up her messes. I want more than just standing in the background while she takes all the credit.”

Bok-su nods, her expression serious. “Then we have a common goal. We can help each other achieve what we want.”

“And what exactly do you propose?” You tilt your head slightly, studying her.

Bok-su steps closer, invading your personal space. Her proximity makes your pulse quicken, and you realize you’ve been holding your breath. You let it out slowly, feeling the warmth of her breath against your throat. Bok-su leans in, her lips almost brushing your ear as she whispers.

“We’re going to make Da-jeong atone.”

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disney princess worrying about their girlfriends not taking care of themselves

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synopsis: They understand that you think you are doing the right thing. They really do. Turns out that it doesn't make it any less worrying how you simply forget to take care of yourself and focus on taking care of them. That needs to change, and Tiana, Belle and Ariel aren't known for giving up easily.

warnings: waitress!reader x tiana. beast!reader x belle. human!reader x ariel. fluff. hurt/comfort. female!reader.

Tiana

• You were one of the first hired, which made you see many of the difficulties that Tiana had to face. From ignorant customers to structural problems, you've seen it all. But not just the problems, you saw Tiana's determination to manage everything. She never gave up, and deep down you knew she never would.

• And although you had never seen someone as determined as her, what really surprised you was how Tiana never treated anyone as inferior. You never saw her yell at anyone, even over the most grotesque mistakes. Even in situations where you would have screamed. Tiana deserved the world.

• All it took to change the boss/employee relationship to something more complicated was a longer shift, torrential rain, and the lack of an umbrella. That night you spent hours talking, laughing, forgetting about life's problems.

• As her girlfriend, your admiration turned to concern. How did Tiana think it was healthy to work so much? Or how could she stay so calm while being disrespected? How could Tiana move forward and ignore the tiredness in her body?

• You started to intervene. Entitle clients? You deal with it. Problems in the kitchen? You talk to the chefs. Did the distributors let Tiana down? You will spend the night on long calls, writing down protocols, shouting out data that the answering service never wrote down.

• But you weren't the only one paying attention to this relationship. Tiana saw you too, and she understood what you were doing. She saw you sleeping less, taking care of yourself less, paying less attention. Tiana doesn't want you to wear yourself out helping her, she wants you to be happy. And Tiana won't be able to be happy until you are.

• As your boss, Tiana abused this power. She took your restaurant key, denied you entry to the kitchen and started kicking you out whenever you got close to your stopping time. If you wouldn't stop yourself, then Tiana would take care of it.

• When Tiana understood what motivated you, she gave in. She stopped working so much overtime, demanding so much, and only thinking about work. Only then did Tiana realize that in order to take care of you, she would need to take care of herself.

• That made her even more sure about her love for you. What a dream. To fight because your girlfriend care so much about you.

Belle

• Your relationship didn't start out easy. Now you can assume that part of it — most, actually— was you fault. You did things you shouldn't. Things that only made it harder for Belle. She had all the right in the world to hate you.

• But after she ran away from you, things changed. Evolved. You saved her, and she saved you. Belle could've let you there on the snow, but she didn't. She showed her true colors to you, and you couldn't help but to get drunk on it.

• Belle is kind. You saw how your mobile talk about her. And you also saw how she treat them, how sweet she can be. Belle is fair. When you treat her badly, she didn't let you go away with it. When you saved her, she saved you. When you changed your behavior and got better as a person, she turned into a friend. And Belle is brave. That one surprised you. She is amazing.

• To let Belle go save her father was the easiest and most difficult choice you ever made. Easiest because you could never act another way, and difficult because of the same reason. You can't make her love you or stay, but you can love her and make sure that she'll be happy. Not as close as what you want, but all you can have.

• So when those vile villagers invaded your house, the last thing you thought was that she would come back to you. A animal. You were just a beast. Not a woman anymore. Not someone that deserved respect, and that could be loved. When that man hurted you, chased you throught your house, the last thing you thought you would see was Belle. But you did.

• She came back to you. She chose to help you. To protect you. She chose you, without even knowing you had the chance of being a woman again, even without knowing if you would stay alive till the end of the life.

• Then you were human again. Someone, not something. Your people, your castle, everything got better. Changed to what it really was. You were human, what means that Belle loves you. That she truly loves you.

• The beginning was difficult, but she helped. She always does that. She cut your hair to your liking, helped you with your bath, helped you learn how to eat as a person again. Belle was perfect. She always is.

• Now better, you chose to be the person she deserves. You gave her your love, a library, a place to grow old. But she deserved so much more than that. Belle deserved to live her dreams, to get things done, to live a life worthy a novel.

• You spend days and nights planning. How could you make her happier? How could you make her glad she came back to you? How could you make it up for the fact that you were you?

• You took her in so many travels. You both traveled the world. From forests to great cities, from beaches to mountains, from old towns to uncovered lands. You did everything so she would have her happy ending.

• Even things you didn't really wanted to do. Height was a problem for you, but you did went up mountains so she could smile to you. You hate from the bottom of your heart hot places with insects drinking your blood, but you pretend not to care. For her, you would do anything.

• Apparently you're not a good actress, because quickly Belle called you out. You tried to lie, to pretend to be even more happy than you actually were, but she didn't fell for it. When she asked you were you wanted to go next, you tried lying again. "Whenever you want to, dear" didn't convinced her. "South America" made Belle roll her eyes. "Germany" ended up with Belle yelling for you to say the true.

• Back at home, you were feeling like shit. How could you fail at something so easy? Not even you as a woman again could make her happy. What would be enough? How can you be enough?

• When you told that to her, for a second you thought Belle would slap you across your face. Not even when Gaston hurted you she got so mad. She yelled at you for what looked like hours. You yelled back at her because... mostly because you like to yell at people.

• Belle told you that if you ever did something you don't want to just because you guess that will make her happy she will burn the library down and never read for you again. That shut you up.

• But that same night, Belle spend hours with you on the bath and ate with a book between you both. Looking at her eyes, you saw how they glowed. How they shone like a million stars. How she was truly happy because of her dear book. Because of you. If that's enought for her... Maybe it is hee happy ending. Maybe you already got to yours.

Ariel

• Ariel loves humans, but you are for sure her favorite one. No one could ever beat you. Not how adventurous you are, they way you want to be part of the sea just as she wants to be part of earth. Not how kind you were, helping her when she could speak just because you could. Or how patient you were when teaching her about your life. Or how fucking brave you were as you got into your ship and killed a gigantic Ursula to save her and her father.

• So when she overheard a conversation in which you said you're not enough for her... Ariel got so confused. How could you ever think that way about yourself? How dared you speak about yourself like that?

• She didn't said anything because she didn't want to embarrass you or anything like that, if you wanted to talk about that with her you would have done it already, but Ariel started to pay more attention to you. To see if she can understand your fear.

• As a princess, you had so many things to care about. Your people, your country, yourself. Not only that, but you were trying to explore the sea. To learn more about it. You almost don't sleep. You don't have time to do anything. You have time to yourself.

• Then Ariel understood. You think that because you can't be with her all the time that means... Ariel never thought you were so stupid. What are her? A toddler? You think she is a "away from the rest eyes, away from the mind" kind of person? Not even when she was a little mermaid she was like that!

• So to prove to you that you're enough (and she's not a child), Ariel took a adult decision. She started to help you with your work. That way she spend more time with you, and could also make you rest more often. She even asked Sebastian to help her, he's the smartess crustracious she knows.

• You did notice she was up to something, but you thought she just wanted to be more active. You could never imagine Ariel was trying to help you. What don't mean she didn't.

• Looks like Ariel is get her work done without saying anything. But that's just a guess.

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op i love your works so much they're very nice to read ( i really liked the little mermaid series )

but could you keep them under the cut? its just that its very, very, very long so its hard to scroll through to get to other works i want to reread...

if you do, thank you!

Thank you!! <33, also I try my very best to keep it short but sometimes I get carried away with it so I'm sorry 😭 next chapter won't be as long as the other two! (I will try bc is one of my fav scenes/songs so uh good luck to me) so no need to worry :)

ah im sorry for my poor explanation ;-;

by "under the cut" i mean there's a function on tumblr where you can make your posts like, shorter in view but doesn't actually cut the actual post

like for mobile its like typing

:readmore:

to the post and boom its shorter but readers can still like, read your entire story post, there's no need to shorten the length of your story!

something like ( keep reading ) will appear on the post

Oh now I understand!!! I genuinely don't know how to do this but I'll search abt it :)) thank you for the explanation 🥰 (sorry that my dumbass didn't understand)

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