#I want that wattpad toxic romance baby give IT TO ME

[fuckboysfm]

Me when the guy I’m seeing says he’s bad for me:

[janicekao]

Hate To Love You

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Black oc (dark smut) Summary: Forty-eight year old actor Cillian Murphy has a heated argument with his young new wife. Story inspired by this photo alone

(2025 Daddy Cillian is gray-haired and buff for his comeback role as Tommy Shelby in Peaky Blinders) Warnings: age gap, dark romance, violence, toxic marriage, hate s3x, r0ugh s3x, cr3am p1e, dubc0n, brat tam1ng, degredat1on k1nk,f0rced br33ding, etc.

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A dinner table is beautifully prepared with candles, wine, and flowers as Cillian Murphy waits for his young wife's return.

He's spent hours preparing it and he knows that if he had married someone his age, a forty-eight year old wife would be thankful for his hard work and they'd enjoy it together before warming their middle-aged bones by the fire. But instead, his twenty-six year old wife Stella rather enjoy an active extroverted lifestyle from the break of dawn to the very end of the day...

"She sounds like an ungrateful brat. I don't get why you stay." Cillian chugs back his fourth glass of red wine as he gossips complaints about his wife to his favorite cousin Charles back in Ireland.

This glass goes straight to his head. He's clearly had enough, but actually he is just getting started. "The hatred is mutual, but God, she makes me feel things I've never felt before." His skin reddens into a drunken blush, lightly slurring his words although simultaneously keeping his composure somehow. "I've been fucking since I was fourteen years old, Charles. I'm—I'm talking hundreds of different women from all over the world, but no one pleases me like her."

His cousin chuckles, familiar with how loaded his cousin Cillian is, being that they used to spend many tipsy nights at the local pub together in their early twenties. "That magical pussy, aye?"

"You have no idea." Cillian can't wait to blurt it out. He too is confused by the god-sent magical pussy between Stella's thighs. "I've been acting in films before she was even born... The only reason I splurge my hard-earned money on giving her the life that she wants is because the woman drives me goddamn ballistic! I never even thought about marriage until I met her and realized that no one else could have her, I couldn't allow it. I wouldn't be able to sleep at night."

Stella's brand new Mercedes pulls into the driveway of their Pasadena mansion, blinding his already stressed-tipsy eyes with her headlights. "She's home, I gotta run."

"Gone all day and just getting home? What are you going to do about this?" Charles recognizes the severity of a disobedient wife. The way they were raised by the eldest generation, Charles reminds his cousin that he must put his foot down.

Cillian finishes the bottle of red. He can be heard over the phone spitting out the cork of a second bottle before responding. "Charles, if the blogs read about an ambulance pulling into our Pasadena residence, it will be about me having my foot stuck up my wife's ass."

"You two." Charles laughs. "The craziest fucking couple I've ever seen."

"I wouldn't put it past her, it can always get crazier." Cillian's fifth glass is without a glass at all... this time a swallow— an entire gulp, half of this second bottle.

Ending his phone call, Cillian tosses his cell to the back of the counter. His wife enters their home texting and giggling with probably whomever she just spent the day with. He rolls his eyes, taking his empty dinner plate from the table as he points with his eyes at hers. "Your dinner is cold."

"Oh?" She finally finds time to greet her husband as she sets down her phone and purse, however per usual, her response is full of spite. "No one asked you to cook."

Her tone infuriates him. Cillian throws his plate into the sudsy sink as he tries to wash it and it shatters from the force, cutting a deep gash into his palm.

He hisses, although too tipsy, he can't exactly tell if he's seeing red from anger or the red of actual blood. "Ungrateful bitch."

Stella notices the dish water turning a shade of pink from the injury. "Nice Cillian, do you need the first-aid kit?"

He sighs. "Nope, I'm good."

Her jaw drops as his bloody hand swipes across the front of her white silk designer dress, using it as a napkin for his injury. "You idiot, now look what you've done!"

"And so what? I fucking bought it." Shrugging as if he couldn't care and playing crazy, Cillian hasn't met crazy yet.

A giggle erupting from Stella's throat has Cillian's eyes grow in size. Knowing that her laugh is the calm before the storm, Cillian practically watches his wife's Haitian blood boil over. "M'kay, so we're making messes now?" Stella's hand connects to the fine-china placed on the dinner table.

"You're a mess enough for the both of us." Another sarcastic remark from Cillian's lips before quickly ducking from a glass salad bowl being thrown at his head.

"I'll show you a mess!" Stella picks up anything weighty and glass on their dining room table. Her words are spat in between every throw. "Fuck you. *throws wine glass*Fuck you. *throws plates*FUCK YOU! *throws water pitcher*"

"The fuck are you doing?!" He manages to dodge and protect himself for the most part, however he can still feel the sting of tiny glass fragments that now cover their kitchen floor. "Hey! Hey I said stop that! Crazy bitch!"

"Your mother!" Stella grasps hold of a dinner knife.

"DON'T." Fright fills his heart seeing his wife on the verge of throwing a knife at him. Stella huffs, luckily calming herself as she slams it back down.

Both out of breath, they pant tiredly as the sound of the boiling spaghetti pot on the stove is the only thing to be heard. But he just can't give it up, beginning to mumble more argument underneath his breath. "Dumb fucking slut, get out of my face!" His tone raises again. "Can't stand— can't stand to even look at you."

"So don't!" Stella grabs hold of her belongings again, aiming to head back out of the door. "I know somebody who will."

...

This comment alone enrages him.

Cillian's shoes crunch through the thrown broken glass on the floor, he reaches her in two large steps and places his wide callused hand around her petite bicep.

Stella watches her husband's thick fingers tightly wrapped around her upper-arm and attempts to yank from it. She feels the pain of it tightening as Cillian draws her closer to him. With their bodies pressed together, a very silent Cillian lowers his head into the crook of her neck, inhaling Stella's scent... daring to smell any drop of another man on her and he will gladly kill the bitch right now.

With his nose pressed against the soft skin of her neck, Stella becomes frightened. "You're... You're hurting me." More mentally than physically, being that she just wants him out of her space.

Smelling only the leave in conditioner from her moisturized shoulder length coils and the bar soap that she bathes with daily, Cillian reads right through her bluff. She hasn't been disloyal, she's a stupid cunt but not that stupid.

His wide bright blue eyes, graying with his age startles her. "I see right fucking through you."

His tone is bitter and to belittle her. Stella- a gentle soul with an easily broken shell bites her cheek to keep from crying as she watches up at the man that she married and tied herself to.

She tightens her jaw, refusing to let the welling tears in her eyes fall from his insults. "You are nothing."

"I'm nothing? I'm your meal ticket baby. Your mind is blank and your soul is decrepit, you are the one that is nothing." Blow for blow and an inch apart, their tension is dangerous. Cillian makes his wife out to be nothing but a warm cunt, and Stella makes her husband out to be an old pushover.

She shoves him backwards, freeing her arm. "Get off me you fucking creep, I won't take any of your bullshit today, Cillian. What is it? The dinner? Fuck your shitty fucking cooking!"

"Fuck the dinner, where have you been?" He throws his large frame in the way of her exit, Stella can't get by due to his hard body from working out daily for an upcoming movie role. "OUT!" She argues instead.

Stella reaches for the keys in her purse and Cillian nearly crushes her hand to grab them first. As he yanks them out of her grip, they're instantly tossed into the heaping pot of boiling spaghetti sauce.

Rage devours her after she gasps. She can't believe it! Her keys to her brand new fucking car! Stella slaps her husband across the face and Cillian's head whips in the direction of the force. His short hair of salt-and-pepper colored waves luckily cover the anger that erupts in his gaze while pausing to wipe the blood from the now cut in his lip.

He raises his hand to do the same, yet his sweet baby flinches preparing to be backhanded... Deserving it or not, he could never lay a hand like that on the woman he worships.

With a strong hand still raised, he swings his slap anyways... but not onto her face. He begins to welt her thighs and hips as if he were spanking a disobedient child.

"Ow! Stop that! Stop you fucking freak!" Stella begins to twist and turn to avoid being hit in the same spot twice. Now turned around, the welting swats begin to land on her ass. The recoiling of her curves drives Cillian mad with lust. The slaps that usually are pulled back for more, one after the other, becomes slaps that end in gripping handfuls of her ass. Painful grasps as he jiggles a handful of her soft flesh each time he swats down.

As his loins fire, Cillian knocks the table clean and bends his wife over the table. Hearing her grumbling and putting up a fight adds to his adrenaline. He crosses her arms behind her back, holding them still at her wrists as he uses a freehand to pull her dress up over her ass. Stella's plumped backside continues to recoil as she attempts to getaway, however, she won't be going anywhere anytime soon under his strength.

Taking notice to the welting slaps on her tawny skin, he decides to add more, this time palm to skin as he stains her flesh with red blood from his gash and speckled splatters around them. He lowers Stella's panties as his injured free hand begins to sting from the countless blows. He realizes how heavy the tiny black thong has become in the middle... absolutely drenched. Clearly Stella is enjoying this just as much and Cillian needs a better look. He kicks her stilettos further apart, widening her stance as he peels her thighs apart to see them web away from each other, thick and covered in arousal. 

"Look at you, can't even discipline my wife without her being a goddamned slut." Tone harsh and teeth baring from his lips, he grits out cruel words as his Irish accent deepens.

"Let me up." Stella struggles more, soon realizing that she should stop being that her wriggling is right against his clothed cock... A dagger continuing to stiffen from a kink of clear brat-taming.

"I won't." He thrusts forward. The delicious friction overwhelms Cillian and he frees his aching erection from the confinements of his slacks, causing the large thick cock to spring out against her.

Her breath hitches in her throat from the agonizing tease of cockhead slipping through her folds. Stella tries to close her thighs, squeezing them together will help with the coming climax that has started to painfully strip her stomach. Cillian widens her stance further apart, reading into exactly what she's doing. "Now why would I let you cum? As if you deserve something as sweet as that."

"It—It hurts. I just need to.. ah." Her need worsens, voice muffled against the wooden table. "Ughh, I hate you!"

"Not as much as I hate you." They both shout heated words that they don't mean in the slightest bit.

Cillian leans his weight onto her fragile back. "Arch it before I fucking break it."

With tears in her eyes, she refuses to detest. Stella lowers her back, pushing her butt higher into an arch and feeling her cunt and asscrack spread apart. The sight alone causes Cillian's eyes to roll back in anticipated satisfaction, eye to eye with her star shaped asshole and overwhelmed with excitement to slip right beneath it into her cunt.

He abuses her with a rammed cock.

Stella winces. The stretch snatches her breath and has her pussy feeling inflamed. "Couldn't even...ah god—warm me up first!? Selfish prick."

He watches the glisten around his cock, covered in her essence his member pulses with lengthy veins on each side of his shaft, longing towards his peach cockhead that continues to redden a shade from the rush of blood. "You're tightest when you're being a fucking snake." He's totally bluffing, her pussy chokes him to Nirvana even on the worst of days, never has he had a better lover.

She releases an arrogant sarcastic chuckle that catches into a delicious gasp, caught off guard again by the impaling of her husband's hard cock... this time slow and nearing her belly button as the heavy rutting begins.

"Oh?" He taunts. "Actually something that shuts you up? Who would have known."

"Never." Embarrassment clouds her mind. She's in disbelief of her own behavior, feeling her very own nectar drip down to her knees. No matter how humiliated she feels, she wouldn't dare ask him to slow... not with her orgasm only moments away. "Oh fuck! Stay right there!"

"Do you really think this is for you?" Snatched by her throat, Stella's neck is now painted red with his blood. Cillian forces her stance against his chest as he continues to fuck upward into her tight cavity. "As much shit you give me when I try to be a good husband, this is the least you could offer. This isn't for you, this is selfishly mine... And so are you."

His body has tensed up, feeling like a rock against her as his bloodied hand snatches Stella's dress down, completely tearing the thin spaghetti-straps off the dress.

A handful of Stella's breasts in his palm has him spent and groaning quietly behind her ear. His fingertips toying across her perky nipples has Stella noticing how very sensitive she is feeling, not just at her pussy but all over.

She argues to keep from moaning about the way Cillian circles her nipples as if he were finger painting on her skin in his blood. "Asshole! I'm covered in your blood!"

"Won't be the only thing you're covered in." Unknowing of his strength, his grip on Stella's hips are bruising. The feeling of her body impaled on his cock has him near mindless and numb, but not thoughtless enough to end his degradation. "And don't you dare grab for a towel. Walk out this house again and I'll be sure you walk out of here drenched in my cum, let the world see you for the whore that you are."

A sudden change in the angle of his deliciously hooked cock twists at her gspot. Electric heat starts at her toes, continuing all the way to her scalp as her climax overcomes her. "Guh—mmmf... GOD!"Cillian feels it too... pussy fluttering around him until he can't take it, biting teeth marks into her shoulder as the lewd and sloppy sounds of wetness bounce off his heavy sack against Stella's swelling clit.

Eyes closed and giggling a stunning smile of perfect pearly whites, Stella reaches her hand around her husband's head and pulls him into a tongue kiss, lolling her tongue onto his and aiming to steal the very moans from the back of his throat. She grasps hold of his black and gray haircut tightly causing Cillian to hiss and mix sensitive pain with his pleasure.

"You love this pussy don't you?" She teases him, listening to his rambling moans. Cillian rolls his eyes, muscles tightening with a slack jaw opened from whimpered complaints. "Ahh... fuck you—Pussy fucking controlling me— how, mmph... How Stella?"

Tightening her core, she clamps down on his cock, aching perfectly from his wicked girth. She takes Cillian's hand to her womb as they feel the tummy-bulge together. "You've got me so full— my favorite feeling."

"Yeah?" He questions her sudden sweetness, nails now digging scratches into her soft skin. "Perfect—fuckin... ah, sss-ah... pussy."

The rutting deepens but slows, Stella feels his twitching begin with ragged breaths against her neck. Clearly, he's soon to unravel. "You're clenching— mm'around me so tightly... Want a baby fucked into you? Just keep squeezing."

Trying his best not to break her in two and fuck her through this table until they are both a babbling mess of drool, her smart tongue making a return makes it impossible for him to refrain. "Old ass, you're probably shooting blanks."

"You'll be the first to find out." Forcing Stella back down into an arch, Cillian lets a harsh brutish plow kiss at her cervix. She doesn't deserve gentle love-making, just to be fucked like a whore. He erupts, hot-cum jetting streams and flooding her womb.

She winces as her knees buckle together, trying to hide the humiliating sound of her juices and his nut mixed into a splashing puddle beneath them. Filthy, sloppy, hate filled.Stella can feel his skin buzzing against her, his happy trail tickling her ass, and every bit of his nine inch cock bottomed out against her... swelling like a knotted wolf until his weighty balls are drained empty.

Blinding pleasure racks through his entire being, making him pussy drunk and sick with lust. Magical pussy, Heaven-sent CUNT.

Cillian pulls out of his wife's battered cunt. Cockhead releasing with a lewd plop as he watches Stella tremble from a sudden second orgasm keeping her bent over the table.

He watches the amount of his load dripping out of her, nodding with hasty joy, known to the fact that soon she'll be plump with his growing seed. "There you are now." Cillian places his cock back into his briefs and pants, rebuckling his belt aggravated at the fact that he refuses to become flaccid. Still turned on by his wife's cock-drunk beauty alone. Half-lidded, out of breath, trembling, and absolutely spent... Made to take cock— made to take his cock. "That should calm you down a bit, raising our little mini, aye? I'll make you a wife somehow, even if I have to make you a mother first."

Stella finds herself, regaining her senses although stuffed with Cillian's seed. They are a mess. Covered in his blood to the point of looking like a scene out of a horror movie and their house does too.

Heels clacking as she takes cum-drunken half steps, Stella grabs the opened bottle of wine, pouring it into the last unbroken wine glass she can find... She notices Cillian redressing, grabbing not only his clothes but his coat and car keys although hers sit in a pot of burning spaghetti sauce on the edge of boiling over and burning their house down. "Where are you off to now?"

Cillian sighs and adjusts his collar, now far too dizzy from drinking, blood loss, and Stella's remarkable sex. "Hospital for stitches, bar for a drink, and a brothel for someone to actually appreciate my sex." He signals at the unhinged erection poking in the lap of his pants.

Stella nods slowly, continuing to drink wine and finally turning off their stove. "Right... and that's when the hooker won't be able to get you to cum, right? At least let her know that you're wasting her time since I've been the only one who can get you there in the last five years... Cillian, you'll spend your dirty two-hundred dollars crying in her arms instead." Stella's laugh is an absolute degrading taunt. "Don't you wish you never met me?"

...

Handsome blue eyes full of nothing but hate, he can't respond... frozen completely still.

He wishes that constantly actually... A life where they never had met. But then, he would never know cunt that could turn his world absolutely upside down.

Cillian hates her because of this, and Stella hates him for only loving her for it... although he believes that she doesn't know or realize her use to him.

"See you when you get back, you always come back."

Before being able to leave, Cillian approaches his wife once more with a violent snatch to her throat. He has thoughts of tightening and choking her until her lips are blue and stained of death... But instead, he releases. "I love you."

She grins. "Don't I know it."

[ahoppingmagician]

Stolitz Rant

Now before I shit on the ship and Stolas' whole character, I have to give Spindle Horse some praise. Seeing Blitzo go off on Stolas was like eating your gran's food, comforting, something that you waited for, and fulfilling. Blitzo pleading like a desperate animal for the book was actually very potent, I won't get too much into my life but I have done things similar for people in my past to stay even though it was a dysfunction mess.

Alright that's my little hat's off to you Viv. Now let's get to my problem with this ship.

Unhealthy in a Bad Way

It's unhealthy. Now that inherently isn't the bad thing, now before you judge me too hard, I'll explain. If a pairing is presented as toxic that's not my issue but rather how it is handled. Stolitz isn't really presented by the show's narrative to be a horrible mess that should of died as soon as the two grew apart in their adult life. Instead it is presented like a us verses them. Romeo and Juliet type of romance. Now it doesn't really work that way because of everything that one side has done.

Stolas Sucks

I hate this fucking rich bird man, he was such good villian potential, until someone named Vivziepop got to attached to him, and tried to change the story for him to be a hopeless romantic who has a tragic home life, a damsel in distress who needs his knight in shiny armor to save him, instead of what he is a creepy rich man taking advantage of someone, and is definitely just seeing Blitzo as a toy in every since of the word.

If Stolas wants Blitzo to fuck him then it's fine because HE wants it. If HE decided that his daughter needs to be around someone who has ruined her family then she will because Stolas wants it, not even bothering to ask the man in question if he's comfortable with that arrangement. Blitzo doesn't like how he treats him, doesn't matter because Stolas likes it. HE doesn't want Blitzo to have the book anymore and Blitzo will just blindly accept it because that's what Stolas wants. This man with a child acts like a whiny little baby because the man who he has harassed, stalked, coerced into having sex with him, and treats like some kind of exotic pet, doesn't trust him when he gives him the stupid crystals because it goes against want HE wants to happen.

All of that was to point out how self serving this dumbass is.If Stolas wants it to go that way it just will because he deserves it after having an abusive wife. Now abuse is a serious subject, but it's clear as day that Stella was made to be abusive to make Stolas seem understandable. Also doesn't help that the story neglects to inform you that Stolas and Stella had Octavia at 19 and were both victims of the higher class by being forced into this marriage at like 16.

My Big Problem

Now I'll get into the whole contract to sex thing and how morally backrupt he is. This rich man knew how vital that book was for his obsession's business, to the point that he was literally stealing it from him on his birthday. Now like a reasonable man he kicked him out and never made any terrible decision ever, sadly no he fucked him and really liked it. So sometime later the bird man was in his bathtub and called his side piece, while Blitzo is in obvious distress he gives him an offer and won't shut up till he verbally agrees, which the imp did. Now what part of this is romantic? Or even sexy in a taboo way. Like what in the Wattpad is this arrangement. This feels like a ripoff of a book that just shows a toxic relationship like it's suppose to be good, Fifty Shades of Gray. A similar dynamic to our two men here weirdly enough. Which originally was a fanfiction. Now my dear reader like I said a toxic relationship in media isn't inherently bad, but if it is written badly then we have a problem. Why? you may ask me. Simple early teens watch this show, edgy kids watch this show. I personally think kids are fucking radical little guys, but they are also easily influenced. A show that paints this unhealthy relationship as good and worth all the fighting, that it is worth all the heartbreak and trauma because one day it might get better, key word might. For some viewers maybe it was their first gay relationship they were exposed to. This could shift the way they look at LGBT+ relationships as more taboo or sexy instead of it being just another relationship.

Now I'll wrap this rant up, next will be M&M relationship a d how I think it has some accidental toxic underlining, hopefully I can also get my solutions to this and M&M out today aswell.

As always you look fabulous, I'll eat your least favourite organ if you don't say something nice to yourself today. If your having a not getting out of bed day, it's alright the world is scary and you can try again tomorrow.

[darkphoenix07]

Conflating Arousal

An Office love story [Enemies to lovers au]

Paring : Jeong Yunho × Im Johwa

Genre : Office Romance, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Kdrama vibe

Synopsis : What happens when the man Johwa hates becomes her CEO?

"If you have problem with me, Ms. Im, you can give your resignation letter and leave, we don't need employees like you in here."

- Jeong Yunho

Warning : Mention of blood, Child abuse, Sexual Assault, Self harm, Toxic relationship, Mature content.

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The dim light of the club, glass clicking sound, continuous song playing one by one, dancing without a break, how come she is not feeling exhausted?

That is the first thought that hit Wooyoung who is currently playing with his third beer glass. He keeps looking at his favorite person who doesn't need anyone but herself right now, who always amuses him, gives him butterflies.

"Wooyoung, I should take Ahnjong home. She looks a mess, drop Johwa home too. Are you sober enough?" He hears his best friend in the corner of the sofa telling him.

He smiles keeping the beer glass on the table, "So much sober," he announces not realizing how can he not be sober after watching her dancing for one hour or more.

"I'm leaving, bye," San says helping Ahnjong to get up who came here for Johwa's insist, now regretting because she can't even drive herself home.

"Can you walk?" San asks Ahnjong but she doesn't seem to have control, "Nevermind," he says taking her in his arms before leaving. Wooyoung throws another smile at San as he disappears. He likes Ahnjong but never admits because of denial. Maybe it's the same with him?

He gets up and reaches on the floor, "Miss Johwa, shall we go home now?"

Johwa stops looking at him, all sweaty, eyes red, her blue highlighted graduated bob hair looking messy but not as herself. She giggles keeping her hands on his shoulder, "Saturdays are the best, you know?" She says showing her teeth as she smiles.

"But can we go home now? You are going to regret drinking like this," Wooyoung says keeping as much distance as he can from her, so she doesn't feel uncomfortable.

She nods grabbing his hand, "Let's go, home!" And starts pulling him while walking.

Wooyoung starts laughing hearing her childishness, her talking like a baby, why does everything about her sounds so euphoric?

As they reach in front of Wooyoung's car, he helps her to get in. Before he can start driving, she falls asleep.

"You're such a troublemaker," he says looking at her and starts driving.

And you are so in love. His mind tells him.

Is it? Maybe I just admire her.

Maybe not.

He sighs drowning in these thoughts and reaches inside the highway road.

"You know, Wooyoung? I wanted to kill Park Seonghwa yesterday. He almost told boss that I spilled coffee on boss's desk," she keeps mumbling stupid and the smile on Wooyoung's face never leaves him.

"Boss knew it was you. Who else is this much reckless in our company?" Wooyoung tells her. She looks at him pouting, "It's not my fault that I'm a Goddess of destruct-" suddenly her eyes fall on the road and-

"Watch out, Woo!!!" She screams seeing a woman coming in front of their car all of a sudden.

Wooyoung keeps moving the car away from the woman as fast as he can but their car ends up hitting a tree beside the road. Johwa falls on the street from the hit breaking the car's door.

"Wooyoung!!!" That's what came into her mind as she falls. She can't move her right leg and right hand, though she tries to stand up to see how Wooyoung is but he is also covered with blood, his head resting on the car's steering wheel. She tries to find her phone but it is nowhere to be found. Wooyoung's phone is not in here either.

"Where the fuck are the phones?" She doesn't notice how both of their phones are under the back seat fallen from the accident.

Suddenly she sees a car starting to pass by their car, so she rushes towards the car. Her mind was unclear from the alcohol, her legs trembling from the blood loss.

I have to save Wooyoung. I can't let him die just like that.

Telling herself this, she reaches beside the car as it hasn't speed up yet. She hits the car window, "Help us, please! Help us," she hears the window opening and a man staring at her. Her vision starts getting blur but she sees the man with an anxious face.

When some hope enlightens her seeing him, "Drive the car back home," hearing him, her heart shatters in pieces.

"What?" She grabs the window but the car starts leaving making her fall on the ground. And she loses all her energy to get up again, do something to save her friend.

"How could he leave us? How could he?" Her trembling lips starts getting cold on the snow fallen ground. She loses hope to survive or save him.

As they enter in the room, Johwa's eyes fall on the CEO making her heart clench.

The man she prayed to see in front of her eyes so that she could punch him, give him a kick was just in front of her siting among the bosses and their CEO.

"You! What the hell are you doing here? Who are you?" She screams getting ahead of everyone which makes the man stand up.

"May I know who you are?" He asks back.

"Didn't I ask first? Why are you here?" Johwa again shouts grabbing a chair beside her, moving closer to him.

"Ms. Im, mind your language and stay put. What is your problem? He is our new CEO, Jeong Yunho from 'Zephyr' ," their CEO says standing up to stop her.

"He can't be our CEO. I want him gone or I may!" She stops gripping the chair tighter than before.

How will she ever forgive him for what be did?

Chapters

Chapter 1 ( Unthinkable promises )

Chapter 2 ( Where we lost ourselves )

Chapter 3 ( Some Nasty betrayals )

Chapter 4 ( Cravings for attachments)

Chapter 5 ( Firey eyes of hers )

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

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Tagged by the lovely @hantaev​ thank you so much 💜

1. what fandoms have you written for (but do not currently)?

literally only BTS 2. what fandoms are you currently writing for?

literally only BTS lmao 3. how long have you been writing?

okay so history of my hobby as a writer, I started writing when I was like twelve, but gave it up again until 2018 because I just didn’t feel like it, you know? But then I started reading BTS fanfictions and thought that “hey I wanna write my own stuff too”. So actively I’ve been writing since 2018 4. on which platforms do you post your stories?

here on Tumblr and on AO3. I also have a wattpad, but I don’t post there I just merely use it to see if someone reposted my stories

5. what is your favourite genre to write?

Enemies to Lovers

Idiots in Love ft. mutual pining & so many shy touches

Hurt & Comfort

Smut but make it established relationship with love and respect

just Romance in general

Fantasy 

There are probably more, but those are the ones which make my heart go “pitta patta” each time I work on it 🤧

6. are you a pantser or a planner?

wtf is a pantser? lmaooa. But to answer your question, all the planning happens in my head and during writing 7. one shot or multi-chapter?

Multi-Chapter because this gives me an opportunity for lots of character development and worldbuilding 8. what is the perfect chapter length in your opinion?

between 5k and 12k, it depends on how much plot I want to have in the chapter 9. what is your longest published story? is it complete?

Purple Rain and yes it is complete 

10. which story did you enjoy working on the most?

I literally can’t tell you because every story has a special spot on my heart. But I can tell you that working on Purple Rain & Abundance of Luck left the deepest emotional impact on me 

11. favourite request you’ve written and why?

This baby because I am thristy hoe and that shit sent me down a spiral

12. are there reocurring themes in your stories? 

I was told that it is refreshing to read male characters, who show no signs of toxic masculinity? is that a reocurring theme?

lmao no but on a serious note, I always try to put some message of comfort and hope into my stories. Also I want to include lots of communication between the characters, as well as healthy relationships (and yes that includes two people realising that what they were doing was not healthy at all and wanting to change for the better). Again, I really love character growth and people learning from their mistakes to become better people.

13. current number of wips? 

five inactive, which I hope I can return to one day 

three active, which I am currently working on

also two snippets for Orange Ginger Chai, but I’m not stressing myself with those, they are going to happen when they are going to happen

14. three things you have noticed about your own writing? 

I can not for the love of me keep a story short lmaooa because I always include way too much character backstory & worldbuilding

It’s dialogue heavy, which I really like because I feel like dialogue can really carry a story

Happy endings even if there is a shitload of angst and pain in the story, because I can not for the love me write a sad ending

15. a quote you like from a published story. 

Dude? idk? have you seen the length of my stories? you really think I can remember every single line I wrote? lmaooa

Maybe that? Namjoon says that to the OC in Chapter 26 of Purple Rain and it haunts me.

“That’s what people seem to forget these days. Everyone is always talking about how a romantic breakup hurts like shit, but everyone seems to forget that sometimes losing a friend can hurt even more”

Also that one from Missing a Person

"You see the problem with missing a person is that you often forget why a person is bad for you, why you broke it off with them in the first place. Especially when you remember all of the good things they have done for you or all of the amazing times you have spent with them. When all those times they made you laugh and smile come crashing back into your mind and you slowly start to doubt yourself. Then missing a person gets really hard.[...] I really started to doubt myself. I went crazy. I lost sleep over contemplating if I should call you again or not and once I did fall asleep I was tortured by nightmares of you. But then I realised. It’s not you I am missing, but the idea of you. I am missing our memories, our good times together. I don’t miss you, just our past.”

Also that dialogue from The Abstract Ways of Love

“Taehyung?"

"Yes my love?"

“Do you know that abstract painting that hangs on our bedroom wall?”

“Yes, of course. You bought it for me.”

You swallow. You ache already because of what you will say next.

“Our relationship became just like that painting. Messy and wild and you don’t really get it at first. But when you squint your eyes you’ll notice the beauty in it.”

He sighs, drawing figures on your back.

“I like that anecdote”, he smiles, kissing you.

“It’s just that-“, you take a shaky breath, “-I’m so tired of squinting."

"Oh”, he whispers before his hand falls from your back.

AND THIS OMFG from Adore You because it’s so cute :(

“But, but…why me? I’m, I’m not interesting. I am nothing but a boring sack of potatoes compared to all those other beautiful girls.”

Taehyung furrows his brows at that, clearly not amused by the way you are talking about yourself.

“I love potatoes, they are so versatile. They are comforting and warm and never boring”, he retorts, making your heart flutter.

16. a quote from an unpublished story.

Ohohoho you have opened my pandora’s box here, talking about my wips is my weakness. Okay so, I’ll choose one quote for each future story ayee

Sanguis Alpha: 

“It is hilarious isn’t it?” he begins, “how we call being emotional ‘humanity’ and yet I have never seen creatures more cruel than humans. They murder and kill each other, torture the different, rape the weak and curse the foreigner for simply being a foreigner”, Yoongi looks out the window, watching the snowfall, “and they do all of this with their emotions on. Love, compassion, empathy, those emotions are still in humans and yet here they are, acting like actual monsters.”

Yoongi takes a sip of his whiskey.

“At least my species has this ridiculous excuse of being emotionless monsters on which we can blame our awful deeds”, he scoffs dryly, “you humans, you do all of this out of the cruelty of your own hearts.”

An Abundance of Luck & A Sprinkle of Fate: 

"I don't like it when you talk like this. And listen I'm not saying that you should stop talking like this so I can feel better. Don't fucking be considerate of me. Stop talking like this for your own sake, because if you keep talking like this, if you keep telling yourself over and over and over again how terrible you and everything you stand for is, you'll one day start to believe it. And that's not the fate, time or the universe has planned for you."

You shake him softly.

“Do you hear me? You are not supposed to feel shitty about yourself.”

“But I do.”

“I know you do and I know that it’s fucking hard not to when you became so comfortable in the tub of shit you forced yourself into. But Bunny, fuck, stop finding enjoyment in those thoughts.”

“I don’t find enjoyment in them.”

“Good, I hope you don’t. Because trust me, once you do. Once you make hating yourself your comfort zone, it’s almost fucking impossible to crawl out of it.”

And the others are just smut scenarios, listen it’s pure filth there is no worldchanging quote in them lmao

17. a space for you to say something to your readers. 

I appreciate you so much. Honestly I have the best readers and you guys literally make my life so much brighter. I mean it, whenever I receive a message, ask or reblog talking about one of my stories I begin smiling so brightly because hoLY SHIT OTHER PEOPLE FIND ENJOYMENT IN THE STOOPID LIL STORIES I THINK OF??? honestly I fkcing appreciate you all so much and if I could, I would give all of you a really big smooch on your gorgeous foreheads 💜

[fuckboysfm]

When you miss him and want to ask him to do the most unholiest things to you but you gotta stay in your mysterious and feminine energy.